A/N: Hey my readers, here is my next chapter! Hope you like it, HermioneTimeLord45 here requested I do Martha's room next, you lot better comment and tell me if you think it's up to scratch...or I will not be happy ;) Think I may do Amy's next, what do you think? And "marron" is brown in French, thought you might want to know as I use it in description here...

I thank all my reviewers with a whole heart, thanks so much to HermioneTimeLord45, Terra Young, and MayFairy (who commented twice!)

Tallulah P xxx

Martha's Room:

Martha's room was completely beautiful. The whole theme was soft silks and embellished fabrics that were draped and hung over every clear surface, dazzling your eyes with stunning colours, crimson, orange, sparkling gold, jungle greens, tangerine, deep raspberry, rich chocolate browns and oceanic blues.

The bedstead was strong, a large four poster affair that exactly matched the delicate oriental imaging of the room, piled high with numerous cushions made with threads the colours of precious metals weaving through them, like glittering snakes in a boiling desert.

The floors were covered with thick rugs woven with exotic oriental scenes shimmering away, the walls draped with more silk hangings and ornate mirrors studded with glimmering gems. Rose petals were scattered frequently along the floor, deep colours that seemed like they should be blooming next to a bright, sparkling oasis in a heat-soaked plains of never ending summer.

Martha's olive toned skin, deep marron eyes and dark chocolate brown hair had earned her the looks of an exotic princess, mysterious and secretive. She'd always longed for a bedroom that contained the things you might find on a market in the Far East, full of gems, silks, jewels, gold and carved ornaments, trinkets and jewellery, set with glittering stones and mined ores from deep under cold and mighty mountains, but not to be found in England. She'd finally found her place.

The bathroom had four conjoining rooms. The first was entirely made of brilliantly polished wood tiles, with hundreds of shades of gold and every colour you could imagine in wood, with a wooden bathtub made from a huge hollowed-out tree trunk, natural and original looking.

There was a large stock of aromatic candles in one of the large wood cupboards, which had leaves carved into the doors, inlaid with more gold. The candles burnt slowly, with a comforting flame, throwing shining reflections onto the rippling water in the bathtub, mixing light honey browns, tints of deep chocolate and the flames together on the water's surface.

The ceiling was also carved, and again inlaid, but the metal was coppre-coloured, and depicted ever changing sagas for Martha's approval. She was sure she'd caught Pride and Prejudice there once!

The second was covered in tiny glass tiles, winking from the candle-light cast from more of the little hovering candles (They seemed to have wandered from the Christmas room...perhaps they'd got bored there...). The tiles were warm, radiating heat and solicitude from their fiery colouring.

This room had the largest bath she'd ever seen in her life, even bigger than the one hollowed from a tree trunk. It was again filled with tiles, with shining gold taps and rim that looked as though they'd been very well polished. The bath was actually more like a swimming pool than a usual bath, a few feet deep and quite wide.

It was set in one side of the room, on a little platform that was raised about two feet off the floor. There was a handy little golden mirror system that you could see, which reflected through the other rooms to the first door. By this you could check who the intruder was, and keep them out by the flick of a switch which caused them to completely forget why they were there, and wander off absent -mindedly.

The next room was butter yellow plaster, smooth walled and natural looking, like a clay formation. The shower was a small room that was utterly circular, almost like a yellow bubble about to pop. It had little shelves along the walls, and a large shower-system that bubbled warm water whilst it giggled.

The next bath was the same butter-yellow colour, and set up about three feet off the floor. It had fresh flowers laid all around the rim, and large bottles of scent on more shelves. The sink was creamy, slightly yellow and sparkling clean. There were all the necessary items for her on the shelves round it, but the toothbrush was heavy gold, and so was the mirror on the side of the sink. Little yellow flowers were carved into the glass top of the mirror, and a clever motto was written in Latin underneath

The last room was not what you expected. After you stepped out of the door, you walked straight into a fertile garden, with a velvety sky like a deep blue peach, with the mother of pearl moon hanging almost close enough to touch. The cicadas were creaking, and the noised from the jungle nearby were soothing.

But there was also a bubbling pool, with lights in the natural rock formation that were thought-controlled. They glowed when you wished them to, lighting the smooth rock with an incandescent shine across the whole of the beautifully natural rock pool. It was an exact half-sphere, as smooth as if a spoon had scooped out the rocks.

A few feet away, on the other side of the pool there was a quiet waterfall, wide but only falling a foot or so, slightly overhung by slowly overgrowing jungle ferns and long, apple grass quietly growing wild. The water was completely fresh, clean and sweet, it was water from a river which nobody but Martha had ever touched, and cleaned itself. It was pure as a young maiden.

The flowers were blooming wide; their petals were soft, and their centres had the natural odour of untouched nature, sweet and slightly sorrowful. They were coloured like shadows, slender and growing with health in the night. The shadows were deep and velvety, yet Martha, who'd always been afraid of the dark, was not afraid here. Time ran slowly, and night was never-ending.