Okay, this started out as going to be a story but instead I have made it a bunch of little one shots that I write when I'm particularly blocked on my other stories, Please read and reveiw each story... I hope you enjoy... if you don't please don't be afraid to let me know.

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When Life Was Easy.

Lyra sat in her small, circular room atop the staircase 12 thinking about what to do that day. Pan was curled up in her front pocket mouse formed trying to keep warm. Lyra had been bed ridden because she had come down with a mild flu, and she couldn't stand it. Lyra was never much of a sit-around-doing-nothing person, she would much rather be outside playing with Roger on the roof, in the streets, on Gyptian boats.

"ARG!" she screamed into her pillow so it came out more muffled, "I HATE THIS!" she lifted her head and Pan had changed to a bird and was squeaking and squawking around the ceiling. Lyra mumbled something that sounded very much like every single swear word she knew –and some she made up- and Pan finally sat beside her. Once she had calmed down she was lying on her bed just blankly looking at the ceiling when she heard a small knock on the door. "Who is it?" she called.

"It s'me Roger, I brung you some food." Roger replied as he walked into the tiny room. Lyra silently rejoiced Roger was her best friend in the whole world. Of course she wouldn't let him know that, she gave him a half smile half smirk.

"Thanks Roger!" her and Pan both bolted down the food sharing with Roger and his Daemon some too.

"That was delicious." Pantalaimon said.

"Yah Roger thanks a lot… we were dying up here.

"Now that you're here I won't be bored! Let's go on the roof." It was more of a command then a request, and Roger being Roger, followed his dear Lyra up through her window on to the roof. It was dirty up there, but always exciting. You never know what you might find on a roof. They found some rocks and spent a few minutes throwing them at the heads of the Scholars below, but you can only make an old man look up so many times before that too becomes boring. They had explored all over the roof, it was one of their favourite places to be. Pantalaimon and Rogers Daemon flew above their heads changing their bird form constantly, gliding, flapping, and soaring. This was the life; this is what it meant to be free. Of course all good things must come to an end. Lyra's "caretaker" came to the window and started to yell… she yelled for about fifteen minutes before Lyra and Roger even heard her. They slowly trudged back towards Lyra's still opened window.

"How many times have I told you NOT TO GO ON THE ROOF!" she yelled grabbing Lyra by the ear. Lyra didn't even wince.

"Whatever," she said defiantly, "how are you going to stop me?" she asked looking over at Roger.

"Roger, go back to the kitchens. I will deal with you later." Roger ran for the door not once looking back very much afraid of this stern lady. "Lyra, you are sick, you should be in bed. I know you don't like lying there but you need to at least stay in your room. Being outside in your condition is not good. And now you may have made Roger sick because you're still contagious. Jeeze girl, you are such a handful." She put Lyra back in bed. Lyra wouldn't tell her but she was exhausted. Before the door closed, Lyra was already fast asleep. Pan curled around her neck in ermine form.