Author's Note: FINALLY I DELIVER! I know, you must all want to kill me but
sit came up and the delivery and editing and then rewriting became delayed.
However, it is finally here, so enjoy!
Before you do though, I would like you all t acknowledge my WONDERFUL editor, Charlotte. Thank you :0)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Once Andrea had gotten dressed and washed her face, they all left through the portrait hole of the common room and went to the Great Hall to eat lunch. Andrea was shocked to see that the lunch was something oddly familiar -- turkey sandwiches. There was cheese and some sort of an herb sauce dripped over its contents, but it was more or less what she had eaten the previous night on her escapade to the kitchen. Sighing contently, Andrea plopped down into a seat and reached for a sandwich on one of the many plates before she began to munch on it happily.
After lunch the three ran up to their rooms to grab their sweaters and books, and made their way back to the front hall. The weather was getting cooler as the days slowly turned into winter.
They spent the remainder of the afternoon out on the grounds near the lake, doing their homework and talking together.
By the time dinner rolled around, they were hungry again and practically sprinted back up to the castle. Since Hermione, Ron, and Harry were starving and Andrea was still full from lunch, she offered to take their books up to the common room for them.
They felt guilty at first, and protested, saying that they'd accompany her back to the dorms. She assured them she needed to get something from her room anyway, and that she would be fine by herself.
Andrea made her way to the Gryffindor house, and gave the fat lady the password. Andrea stepped into the empty common room and dumped all their books on a table. She found her way to her room and pulled on a Something Corporate T-shirt and a black hoodie. Andrea set out once more in the direction of the Great Hall, but stopped in her tracks, thinking. She turned on her heel deciding that she needed some time alone, to reflect.
She picked her way to the secret room she found the other day, careful not to be seen. Giving the password to the painted picture, Andrea stepped through the portrait hole and waited until it swung shut behind her before she let out a long sigh of relief and breathed in the sweet aromatic musty scent of the aged books emitting from the shelves.
Andrea walked over to the bedroom, smiling at the homey feel of the entire room. She stepped towards the bed and flopped down on it, rolling over and burying her face into the soft fabric of the comforter, basking in the warming smell of the old blanket.
"What are you doing here!?" a voice cried, outraged by her unwanted presence. Andrea hadn't heard the person enter the room.
Author's Note: Oooh, cliffy! Who is it?? I wonder..actually, no I don't. Because I know who it is and you don't, haha. Damn, now that silly voice of reason in my head is telling me to stop taunting the readers. Stupid conscious, I thought I got rid of you for good...
Anyway, I have the other new chapters ready to post, but I wont and you will have to wait even LONGER unless you review. Now.
Before you do though, I would like you all t acknowledge my WONDERFUL editor, Charlotte. Thank you :0)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Once Andrea had gotten dressed and washed her face, they all left through the portrait hole of the common room and went to the Great Hall to eat lunch. Andrea was shocked to see that the lunch was something oddly familiar -- turkey sandwiches. There was cheese and some sort of an herb sauce dripped over its contents, but it was more or less what she had eaten the previous night on her escapade to the kitchen. Sighing contently, Andrea plopped down into a seat and reached for a sandwich on one of the many plates before she began to munch on it happily.
After lunch the three ran up to their rooms to grab their sweaters and books, and made their way back to the front hall. The weather was getting cooler as the days slowly turned into winter.
They spent the remainder of the afternoon out on the grounds near the lake, doing their homework and talking together.
By the time dinner rolled around, they were hungry again and practically sprinted back up to the castle. Since Hermione, Ron, and Harry were starving and Andrea was still full from lunch, she offered to take their books up to the common room for them.
They felt guilty at first, and protested, saying that they'd accompany her back to the dorms. She assured them she needed to get something from her room anyway, and that she would be fine by herself.
Andrea made her way to the Gryffindor house, and gave the fat lady the password. Andrea stepped into the empty common room and dumped all their books on a table. She found her way to her room and pulled on a Something Corporate T-shirt and a black hoodie. Andrea set out once more in the direction of the Great Hall, but stopped in her tracks, thinking. She turned on her heel deciding that she needed some time alone, to reflect.
She picked her way to the secret room she found the other day, careful not to be seen. Giving the password to the painted picture, Andrea stepped through the portrait hole and waited until it swung shut behind her before she let out a long sigh of relief and breathed in the sweet aromatic musty scent of the aged books emitting from the shelves.
Andrea walked over to the bedroom, smiling at the homey feel of the entire room. She stepped towards the bed and flopped down on it, rolling over and burying her face into the soft fabric of the comforter, basking in the warming smell of the old blanket.
"What are you doing here!?" a voice cried, outraged by her unwanted presence. Andrea hadn't heard the person enter the room.
Author's Note: Oooh, cliffy! Who is it?? I wonder..actually, no I don't. Because I know who it is and you don't, haha. Damn, now that silly voice of reason in my head is telling me to stop taunting the readers. Stupid conscious, I thought I got rid of you for good...
Anyway, I have the other new chapters ready to post, but I wont and you will have to wait even LONGER unless you review. Now.