Chapter 2 - In which we meet Tairra
Five hundred miles away a girl turned in her sleep, and awoke. "Oh Bugger!" She answered to the empty room, and the silence in general. She looked at her watch, and cried out into the darkness, "come on, it's 3.00 in the morning, any normal person would be asleep at this time. What do you want now? It can't be more writing, I've already done loads." She gestured to the desk, bathed in moonlight, and the surrounding floor, all of which was covered in either balled up paper, or crumpled paper covered in scrawled ink. Still seemingly talking to herself, she got out of bed, and put on her glasses.
Mumbling, she made her way down the hall, and went to the bar/kitchen/living room. Moving straight to the fridge she took out a bottle of milk, and a carton of orange juice. Grabbing a clean coke bottle from the drying rack she poured in half orange, and half milk. She put the lid on and began to shake the bottle. She yawned, and stretched out her other hand. Muttering some words under her breath she closed her eyes and imagined a ball of light floating just above the palm. When she opened her eyes the glowing ball of light hung in the air beside her. "Hey Moon-drop, will you find my wand for me please? I would do an 'Accio' spell, but for that I need a wand." The glowy ball sped off around the flat, looking into every nook and cranny.
It turned red suddenly, and started whistling quietly. Taking the drink with her she followed Moon-drop to the place her was whistling at, and after sorting through a load of useless stuff; she came across her wand, it had been hidden at the back of the cupboard in the living room. She sank down onto the sofa, and, using her wand, she turned on the T.V. She settled back to watch Cartoon Network and drink her strange concoction. Without realising it, she set down her drink, and then drifted off into sleep.
When she awoke there was a figure standing over her. She was about to scream loudly, but then realised who it was. "Nick, if you ever scare me like that again I will personally turn you into something nasty."
"What do you mean personally, all spells end up with a personal touch? Any way, before you decided I was trying to kill you, do you want breakfast? 'Cos that's what I was planning to ask you. Another dream Tairra? You seem to have had a midnight feast." Nick stared pointedly at the bottle of gunk that stood on the table next to the sofa, whilst he munched on the cereal in the bowl he was holding. She sighed, then sniffed the air with practised ease.
"I'll have some Chocolate things too, and some of that toast, by the way, it's burning." As Nick sprinted back to the kitchen to retrieve the burning toast she called out over her shoulder. "I don't want that bit, I want a not-burnt piece and peanut butter and jam." Nick was obviously a little too busy to pay attention, what with trying to find her a bowl, and rescue the toast. He peered at it critically, turning it over a few times, he decided that it was too far gone, and relegated it to the rubbish bin. Tairra snuggled down into the blanket that Nick had covered her with. Coming back, Nick collapsed on the sofa next to her, startling her awake from the dozing state she had fallen into.
"You know that this is what I like best about the holidays don't you?" She asked Nick dreamily. He nodded, and as she drifted off again to sleep, she saw Nick take a bite out of toast that was obviously hers, and set it down on the plate again. Dizzily she watched him, under heavy lidded eyes, chew and swallow the food. She blinked for a long time. As her eyes fluttered open one last time, she saw him lean down towards her, and felt his lips pressed against her forehead. "Sweet dreams." He told her in a muzzy voice. Or was it Tairra's head that made it so difficult to understand? She couldn't think of anything. "Sweet dreams," he repeated. Her eyes closed, lids dragged firmly downwards. And then, she slept.