Authors notes part 1:
Hello all dear Readers! I hope thou art well!
Straight to the point: I AM SO SORRY AHHHHHH
-It has almost been half a year since my last upload and from that you have my sincere apologies. The writers block has indeed been heavy, and time has been short my friends... I hope you all enjoy this chapter-(If you are still interesting in even reading this fic ;u;)
Welp, my last point is:
If you have reviewed for my last chapter, (or any chapter) -More specifically I am looking at you:
CiaoFromItaly, SilentAtendance, and Pure Czech Girl, +Everyone else whom has reviewed~
Thankyou sooooo much! Honestly, your reviews are so appreciated and golly, it smashed a writers block!
I also am writing this because 1)I feel real bad that it took me this long to write this chapter and 2) Yall' deserve an appreciation note!
Thats all for now!
Enjoy~ :3
It was an early Saturday morning.
Yawning, Romania stretched his arms up, lightly scraping the top of his poster bed with his fingers.
Considering what had been going on lately, he had a pretty good sleep that night.
Sleep still held his eyes, he blinked slowly, flopping his arms down beside his body.
Romania smiled as his arms sunk into the soft warm donna.
His fuzzy tortoiseshell cat leapt gracefully onto his bed, resulting in perching itself on Romania's lap.
The cat stared directly into Romania's eyes and mewed, forcing him back to reality.
"Shhhhh, ah Silviu…You want breakfast right? Not here, come on, you know where it is…" He crooned, gently trying to nudge his cat off the bed.
The cat remained solid while continuing its stare, pawing at Romania's doona.
"Fine. I will get you some food, good thing I snuck some in with me; ratbag.."
Romania tossed off his covers and silently ducked under his bed, scanning with his eyes in the darkness to find his secret stash of dry cat food.
Personally, Romania didn't wish for people to know he had a cat, he liked it being his secret. Plus, the other Gryffindor's would totally tease him for it…..
England fumbled around with his bedside candle, struggling to light it without giving himself a third degree burn. He was currently wearing striped green pyjamas, a 'caution: highly flammable' tag peaked up over his collar.
He had just woken up, and of course he was in a lofty sort of atmosphere.
The Slytherin dungeons were naturally quite dark and chilling, which would explain the current shivers being sent down the Brit's spine.
"What I would give to have a nice cup of tea right now…" Another match burnt out, narrowly missing his fingers.
Mint bunny appeared, and nodded sympathetically.
"Angleterre, vhat are you doing up at this time of the mor'ing?" France pierced the stony atmosphere with rolled flamboyant r's.
France squinted to see small light flares appearing and disappearing near England's face.
"Ah, I have seemed to wondrously forgotten that I shared a dormitory with a frog." England snapped back, stressing his last words. Waking up this early in the morning was definitely not his thing. In fact, sharing a dormitory with France was one of his most regrettable life situations.
France yawned softly, eyes adjusting to England's freshly lit candle. Finally, England managed to persuade the candle to hold its warm flickering bundle of light. "..At least I am physically capable of lighting a stick of wax without going through a…." France examined the pile of burnt matches beside the candle- "whole box of matches….?"
Biff.
England had just thrown his pillow at France.
France let out a muffled wail. "But matches are such a muggle thing..." He teased, hoping England would latch on.
"Shut up and go back to sleep."
"If zou insist, honhonhon~" He said smoothly, chuckling England's pillow at the candle, extinguishing it.
The dorm was now pitch black. To no effect on the bickering.
"Hey! That could have caught fire!"
"Not if you tried~"
"EXcuse ME?"
"The spell my ity-brity friend? Zou haven't learnt it yet?
"Hang on, you shouldn't have either! We are still doing the beginners on-"
"-What a shame….. you don't even need a single match…I think its called Incendio? Well of course zou wouldn't know."
"I Don't care, shut your noggin! I am going back to sleep!"
It was officially late morning
A loud bang shook Norway's dorm.
He burst up, sitting quietly yet cautiously from underneath the protection of his covers. Norway's narrowed eyes darted around the room, searching for a source while adjusting to the-
New light.
The door was open.
Panicking, Norway was becoming increasingly light-headed by the second.
Shaking violently, he tried to get out of his musty bed.
His right heavy leg fell to the ground, followed by a left.
Gasping he clung to the bedside table, a scrawled note resting on top of it drifted off the higher surface, following with the rattling of a quill that had just sprung off the table, mimicking the parchment. Both settled on the wooden floorboards under his bed.
A glittering smash tinkled around the room, Norway had brushed against his glass ink pot.
"Wha-whats going on why can't I-"
Losing the last of his balance, he tripped over and slammed into the dormitory wall, ink slowly seeping into light blue pyjamas.
From the shock, something in his brain had clicked.
"Of c-course.."
Due to his disappearing senses, Norway didn't even realise the fact that he was being dragged out of his dormitory.
Extending a pale hand into the ink, he knew that he probably only had about three seconds left until-
The last thing Norway could recall before losing his senses, was the nasty prickling sensation in his feet, along with a rush of air.
One minute too late.
The Ravenclaw prefect, along with the Ravenclaw head of house burst into the already open room.
Klaus, the Ravenclaw prefect stood in his green pajama's, gaping at the empty room.
"Um m-Mrs Bonnefoy?"
"Quiet, Mr Beilschmidt."
Mrs Bonnefoy strode over to the drying puddle of ink, at closer observation; was already staining and dyeing the old wood boards around it. A thin trail had already seeped under the Dorm's only bed.
Her curious complexion immediately fell short and a dark grief latched onto her features.
Curiously, leading away from the bed was splotched ink, it all came together to form a small trail leading to-
Words.
Messily drawn, were the words:
"Invisable".
With no hesitation, Françoise whipped around and shot a Stoney look at Klaus.
"Go get the headmaster, password is 'Nigrum".
Klaus darted out the room, shocked out of his wits, stuttering under his breath.
"W-why would they e-even only put a single bed in a dorm?"
Closing his eyes and tightening his silver ponytail, he briskly set off.
So yeah hi again~ (A/N part 2)
*Note: 2p Prussia is smol bean and needs to be protected (Klaus beilschmidt)
-58987 points to whoever got the hint in this chapter...
-Yup Nyo!France at it again with the head of ravenclaw-ness
-Wow I just love England and France bickering.
-Oki I will stop with the dash-es now :P
Review replies:
CiaoFromItaly: Indeed deaging madness. Who you ask? :P~ It will all be revealed at a point in the choo-choo train of confusing yet satisfying plot. (hello again btw :)
SilentAtendance: Russia the little bullied smol bean~ I guess in this fic he uses it a little early, or for some-reason still knows about his aura from his transformation. Eh, that shall be up to you to decide. Thank you for your input, friend!
Pure Czech Girl: Ahhhhhhhhh another sweet sweet review from you~ Thankyou! hehe, no worries, read at your own pace!
Another thank-you to all who has reviewed, And especially to all who are still reading this fic! I realllllly apreaciate it! :DD
Keep an eye out for my future chapters, won't-cha? :3
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