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The honk of a car horn startled Camryn as she fastened her necklace around her neck. After taking one last glance at her appearance, she headed to the door.
"See ya, Cammi. Good luck!"
Camryn grinned. "Bye Hermione." She left the room, down the steps, and to the door.
Hermione opened a drawer and pulled out a book entitled Beware! The Muggles Have Landed!. She then laid back, rested her head against the pillow and began to read. Hermione had liked this book, and rarely had a chance to read, since she was always studying. Glad for the opportunity, Hermione dove right into a scene in which the handsome prince is fighting a vicious muggle.
The young witch became so involved in the plot, she did not notice when the door creaked slowly open and lay ajar. It came in silently and sat down upon her bed, glaring straight into the depths of Hermione's eyes. A cool breeze crept in through the open window, sending shivers down her spine. Closer and closer it came, moving as silent as the black of night; a panther stalking it's prey. The figure froze, waiting for just the right time - right minute, right second - before. . .
"AHHHH!!!!!!" Hermione shrieked as an evil cackle arose and filled the room. Her book was torn from her hands. A cloaked figure stood before her, leaning closer and closer with each breath Hermione took. Its arms were outstretched toward her body with its long, bony, white fingers only centimeters from her skin. A dark, black hood concealed its face, or whatever there lay.
Hermione cringed and made a desperate grab for her wand that lay on her nightstand. She was too late, for the intruder had already taken hold of it and was now pointing it directly at her, gesturing for an attack. Instinctively, she made her last attempt for safety. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!" Hermione screamed and closed her eyes, blocking her vision from the blinding white light. Sharp nails scratched her skin as the thing grasped her. She began to feel dizzy as the room started to spin. She was unable move; unable to escape what was now approaching. . .
The honk of a car horn startled Camryn as she fastened her necklace around her neck. After taking one last glance at her appearance, she headed to the door.
"See ya, Cammi. Good luck!"
Camryn grinned. "Bye Hermione." She left the room, down the steps, and to the door.
Hermione opened a drawer and pulled out a book entitled Beware! The Muggles Have Landed!. She then laid back, rested her head against the pillow and began to read. Hermione had liked this book, and rarely had a chance to read, since she was always studying. Glad for the opportunity, Hermione dove right into a scene in which the handsome prince is fighting a vicious muggle.
The young witch became so involved in the plot, she did not notice when the door creaked slowly open and lay ajar. It came in silently and sat down upon her bed, glaring straight into the depths of Hermione's eyes. A cool breeze crept in through the open window, sending shivers down her spine. Closer and closer it came, moving as silent as the black of night; a panther stalking it's prey. The figure froze, waiting for just the right time - right minute, right second - before. . .
"AHHHH!!!!!!" Hermione shrieked as an evil cackle arose and filled the room. Her book was torn from her hands. A cloaked figure stood before her, leaning closer and closer with each breath Hermione took. Its arms were outstretched toward her body with its long, bony, white fingers only centimeters from her skin. A dark, black hood concealed its face, or whatever there lay.
Hermione cringed and made a desperate grab for her wand that lay on her nightstand. She was too late, for the intruder had already taken hold of it and was now pointing it directly at her, gesturing for an attack. Instinctively, she made her last attempt for safety. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!" Hermione screamed and closed her eyes, blocking her vision from the blinding white light. Sharp nails scratched her skin as the thing grasped her. She began to feel dizzy as the room started to spin. She was unable move; unable to escape what was now approaching. . .
