This is the first chapter. I think there needs to be more details, but for now this will do. Please review and enjoy!

Chapter 1 : Hello, Lovely

The residential dormitories were vast, one could easily get lost here. Her auburn hair fanned around her, as she turned toward the hall indicated with the letter H. "This place is—"

Lydia was pushed into the wall, jarring her arm. She glanced up to see a tall raven haired girl smirking as she strode down the hall. "Lovely." She straightened herself and continued through the lobby until she found the room.

The door slightly creaked when she opened it, walking to a brightly lit room, the curtains pulled back from the window. The room was humble, studious and clean. She closed the door behind her, noticing that there were two beds.

I'd rather not share this room with anyone. There didn't seem to be any inkling of another person living here. The thought comforted her and she meandered to the bed, setting her trunk on the floor next to it.

She spent the rest of the day reading, and strangely fell asleep on the window seat. It was difficult for her to fall asleep, and it was a nice reprieve after a long day of traveling and unpacking. When she awoke she let her map guide her to the cafeteria where they were serving a late dinner for the students.

Lydia ate slowly and apart from the other students. After all, she wasn't fond of making friends at this school. It wasn't what she had come here to do. She made note of the orientation time for the following day and cleared her plate.

After a refreshing shower, she wrapped her hair up and waltzed in to her bedroom. She was ready for bed, and ready to start her new day at this school. But all she could do was stare at the ceiling.

There was darkness in her room, save for the faint light of the stars peering through her window. Like every other night she spent in this place, Lydia could not drift off into a healthy sleep. Thoughts of her mother and grandmother shifted into her memory. One in particular kept circulating through her mind, making her think that this was a very important one. A memory that she should pay closer attention to, and yet she didn't know how to decipher what its repetition meant.

It was the eve of her eighteenth birthday and as usual her family held a huge social party. Her family and friends were in suits and quaint dresses for the occasion. Even she was dressed in a simple scarlet dress with faint white lace accents and pearls, her curly chestnut hair cascading down her back and a crystalline flower above her right ear.

Her brother, Ryder, had come home for her birthday from Cambridge, taking a few days' vacation as well. How he loved his sister. A single rap on the door, and Lydia sprinted to open it with pure excitement on her face. Ryder embraced Lydia and swung her around, careful as to not injure her in the process.

"Ryder, I'm so happy you came to spend the weekend with me," Lydia smiled radiantly, kissing her brother on the cheek. "For a while there, I thought you weren't coming."

He sneered as he pulled away from her. "Now, why would I do that? Such little faith you have in me, little sister."

"I just know how important your studies are." Lydia gestured for him to sit next to her on the loveseat.

"Not as important as you." He plopped down next to her and put his arm on the back of the sofa. "I only have one of you. I'd rather not botch that idea, you know?"

"Ha, you are so funny." She laid her head on his shoulder. "Well, either way, I'm just glad that I'm not the only one in the house who has to listen to Grandma Wendy's stories. She tells the same one each time. I can practically tell you every word."

"Oh come on, Grandma's stories aren't that bad." Ryder wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "She just misses being young and I'm sure she'd rather you didn't have to grow up. Today is probably really difficult and sweet for her, so I'd cut her some slack. Especially since we only have a few more months with her."

Lydia looked down at her hands. It was true. Her grandmother was aging faster than the doctor had predicted. She did love her grandmother, though, almost more than she loved her brother.

They sat and talked a little more before joining the party down stairs. It was a great turn out, one night to definitely remember. After everyone had left and gone to bed, Lydia went downstairs to have some water.

She found Wendy sitting in her favorite chair, gazing out into the night with a ghost of a smile on her face. Lydia approached her grandmother and hugged her before she sat on the floor by her feet.

"Grandma, why do you always stare up at those two stars?" Lydia rested her head against her grandmother's knee.

Wendy stroked her granddaughter's hair and patted her lightly on the head. "I'm waiting for someone, love."

"Who are you waiting for? Peter Pan?" She giggled.

"Of course, I am Lydia. He promised he'd come back for me. I've been waiting so long. I'm starting to fear that he won't ever visit me."

"Oh, Grandma, he will. And if he doesn't, I'll be sure to tell him how mean he was." Lydia smiled up at her grandmother. "I promise."

"Thank you, dear. That would be grand." Wendy smiled back at Lydia, and returned to staring at the brightest star on the right.

A faint knock resounded in the room as if a branch had been blown into the window. Lydia jumped, sitting up in bed, and stared towards the window. A light breeze swayed the tree next to her window. So it was the tree, then.

Lydia relaxed and laid back down, pulling the sheets around her close. She closed her eyes and willed herself to fall asleep, but yet again her mind would not allow her. How am I ever supposed to go to sleep? This isn't fair.

Then the sound happened again, this time louder. She didn't move this time, knowing that the wind was the cause. She shifted her position in bed, staring up at the ceiling. A third knock this time, it was almost becoming a rhythm and started to lull her to sleep.

She was getting closer to a comfortable abyss of sleep when the window panes started to rattle. This didn't bother her until the doors of the window flew open and slammed against the wall, jolting her upright.

Lydia screamed, covering her mouth with her hands to stifle it. This was getting to be too orthodox, too frightening. She had the mind to get up and close the window doors, but before she even pulled the covers from her body, a shadow cast upon the floor in front of the frame.

Slowly, a male figure swooped into the room and landed between the beds. He turned to her, a smile playing on his lips. "Hello, lovely."