(A/N) I promise that you will get used to these names.
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Dinthondiel yawned and stretched.
"I could have had an extra hour in bed," she grumbled, glancing fuzzily at her watch.
"Or an extra hour worth of planning and plotting," added Balevagorien, narrowing her eyes and grinning cheekily.
"Shhhhh, don't talk too loud, we don't want to give it away on the very first day back!" whispered Lostiaiel. The other two glanced around to see who was up as early as they were. Dinthondiel choked on her toast and assumed a haughty look.
Approaching the three from the entrance hall were Iarethiriel and Ascathôniel. Of all the people that the three had met during their time at Hogwarts, it was these two that they despised the most. It had in fact been these two that they were plotting against before they were so rudely (in their opinion) interrupted.
"Hello," called Ascathôniel. It was always like this, Ascathôniel tried to be over friendly for a few days and then, whoosh, the pretences came down and the hatred and talking behind backs process started all over again.
"Humph!" muttered Dinthondiel and put her nose in the air, completely ignoring Ascathôniel's weak, rather fake smile. Lostiaiel and Balevagorien followed suit and in moments they were back in the entrance hall.
"Lossie, Dinthie, we have GOT to do something about those two, and fast!" snarled Balevagorien.
"Tell me about it, I didn't even have time to get anything to eat!" groaned Lostiaiel, in a melancholy tone.
"Ha ha," gloated Dinthondiel and from under her robes she drew a huge pile of buttered toast and a jar or marmalade.
"Oh my god Dinthie, I LOVE you!" screamed Lostiaiel in delight. "You are the most wonderful person in the world!"
"Oh, I know, you don't need to tell me that!" replied Dinthondiel with a wink at Balevagorien.
"Oh but Dinthie," wailed Balevagorien in a mock impression of Lostiaiel and returning the wink, "I don't like marmalade, couldn't you have stolen…"
"Borrowed," interrupted Dinthondiel, grinning wickedly.
"Sorry, couldn't you have BORROWED the jam instead?"
"Shhh already!" giggled Dinthondiel helplessly, "your going to get me into trouble before we even get to our first lesson!"
Lostiaiel suppressed a groan and swallowed the remainder of her third slice of toast.
"We didn't get a timetable," she groaned, "We don't know when our lessons are or what we have first!"
"It's ok, look, Imcamiel is her now, she is bound to have a timetable, she has probably been studying for the last three hours anyway!" sighed Dinthondiel in relief.
"Imcamiel, Imcamiel, please, please can we borrow your timetable!" cried Lostiaiel, making her eyes large and flicking her hair.
"Haven't you got your own, and what on earth are you doing with that marmalade? You will get into awful trouble if MacGonagall catches you." Imcamiel dithered.
"Yes, we know that, but Iarethiriel and Ascathôniel are in there," explained Balevagorien, lowering her voice and jerking her head towards the great hall.
"Well," pondered Imcamiel, "I suppose you could borrow it, I mean, you do need to get to your lessons."
"Yes, yes we do need it," moaned Lostiaiel, jigging from one foot to the other and attempting to hurry Imcamiel along.
"Oh all right, here you are then," relented Imcamiel, holding out a perfectly folded timetable.
Balevagorien pounced on the sheet and dragged out her wand. She whispered the spell that she hoped would copy the timetable three times and tapped the sheet with the very tip of her wand. Nothing happened.
"Stupid spell," exclaimed Balevagorien and threw Imcamiel's timetable to the ground.
The instant the paper hit the stone flags of the great hall there was a whooshing noise and it burst into a huge pillar of flame which reached right up and scorched the ceiling before dying down to ash and dust.
The four girls stood in shocked silence for a minute then Imcamiel sighed.
"I suppose I'll have to go get another one from the great hall."
Dinthondiel opened her mouth to speak but Imcamiel spoke before her.
"Yes, I'll get you three one each as well."
The girls grinned and wandered back to the Griffindor common room to finish their toast and wait for Imcamiel's return.
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Dinthondiel yawned and stretched.
"I could have had an extra hour in bed," she grumbled, glancing fuzzily at her watch.
"Or an extra hour worth of planning and plotting," added Balevagorien, narrowing her eyes and grinning cheekily.
"Shhhhh, don't talk too loud, we don't want to give it away on the very first day back!" whispered Lostiaiel. The other two glanced around to see who was up as early as they were. Dinthondiel choked on her toast and assumed a haughty look.
Approaching the three from the entrance hall were Iarethiriel and Ascathôniel. Of all the people that the three had met during their time at Hogwarts, it was these two that they despised the most. It had in fact been these two that they were plotting against before they were so rudely (in their opinion) interrupted.
"Hello," called Ascathôniel. It was always like this, Ascathôniel tried to be over friendly for a few days and then, whoosh, the pretences came down and the hatred and talking behind backs process started all over again.
"Humph!" muttered Dinthondiel and put her nose in the air, completely ignoring Ascathôniel's weak, rather fake smile. Lostiaiel and Balevagorien followed suit and in moments they were back in the entrance hall.
"Lossie, Dinthie, we have GOT to do something about those two, and fast!" snarled Balevagorien.
"Tell me about it, I didn't even have time to get anything to eat!" groaned Lostiaiel, in a melancholy tone.
"Ha ha," gloated Dinthondiel and from under her robes she drew a huge pile of buttered toast and a jar or marmalade.
"Oh my god Dinthie, I LOVE you!" screamed Lostiaiel in delight. "You are the most wonderful person in the world!"
"Oh, I know, you don't need to tell me that!" replied Dinthondiel with a wink at Balevagorien.
"Oh but Dinthie," wailed Balevagorien in a mock impression of Lostiaiel and returning the wink, "I don't like marmalade, couldn't you have stolen…"
"Borrowed," interrupted Dinthondiel, grinning wickedly.
"Sorry, couldn't you have BORROWED the jam instead?"
"Shhh already!" giggled Dinthondiel helplessly, "your going to get me into trouble before we even get to our first lesson!"
Lostiaiel suppressed a groan and swallowed the remainder of her third slice of toast.
"We didn't get a timetable," she groaned, "We don't know when our lessons are or what we have first!"
"It's ok, look, Imcamiel is her now, she is bound to have a timetable, she has probably been studying for the last three hours anyway!" sighed Dinthondiel in relief.
"Imcamiel, Imcamiel, please, please can we borrow your timetable!" cried Lostiaiel, making her eyes large and flicking her hair.
"Haven't you got your own, and what on earth are you doing with that marmalade? You will get into awful trouble if MacGonagall catches you." Imcamiel dithered.
"Yes, we know that, but Iarethiriel and Ascathôniel are in there," explained Balevagorien, lowering her voice and jerking her head towards the great hall.
"Well," pondered Imcamiel, "I suppose you could borrow it, I mean, you do need to get to your lessons."
"Yes, yes we do need it," moaned Lostiaiel, jigging from one foot to the other and attempting to hurry Imcamiel along.
"Oh all right, here you are then," relented Imcamiel, holding out a perfectly folded timetable.
Balevagorien pounced on the sheet and dragged out her wand. She whispered the spell that she hoped would copy the timetable three times and tapped the sheet with the very tip of her wand. Nothing happened.
"Stupid spell," exclaimed Balevagorien and threw Imcamiel's timetable to the ground.
The instant the paper hit the stone flags of the great hall there was a whooshing noise and it burst into a huge pillar of flame which reached right up and scorched the ceiling before dying down to ash and dust.
The four girls stood in shocked silence for a minute then Imcamiel sighed.
"I suppose I'll have to go get another one from the great hall."
Dinthondiel opened her mouth to speak but Imcamiel spoke before her.
"Yes, I'll get you three one each as well."
The girls grinned and wandered back to the Griffindor common room to finish their toast and wait for Imcamiel's return.