Ugh, I was sitting on my bed happily drawing centaurs (well stick centaurs actually *blushes*) and a sudden thought struck me!
I had sorta said promised that I would have this chapter ready by tomorrow! So I leapt off my bed and into my computer room, and here I am madly typing away at 9:45! And be thankful! I'm supposed to be revising for my maths exam (the higher level paper at that!! level 6-8! *faints*), but I'm writing this instead.
I'd just like to say that......Both Numair and Snape have dark eyes!!!! *Snickers* could be either then *hinthint*
Well you're gonna find out which of them it was at the end of this chapter (do NOT scroll down to see who it is). Well anyhoows, on with the fic!!!
Disclaimer - *is lazy* see other chapters
Chapter the Eighth (does anyone else find the word eighth hilarious? Meh)
Wearily Daine made her way through the twisting corridors of the dungeons. A few seconds ago she had mentally shouted to her friends to meet her at the rooms they shared. With shreds of exhaustion beginning to show in her voice Daine opened her rooms and sank gratefully into the closest seat.
-Daine, we're here. - Every muscle in her body groaning, Daine reopened the door and let both wolves and Braane in. Each of them thanked Daine and settled in front of the blazing fire for a relaxing snooze. Daine cast a glance to the plain clock on one of the walls. It was nine thirty. Rubbing her eyes Daine, Daine retreated to her rooms, hoping that Kit would not make too much noise when she found she had been, to all intents, locked out, and that she would not blow up anything when she disabled the wards and charms on the door. After changing into her sleepwear, Daine flopped onto her bed and slept.
***
From habit Daine woke up to find the early dawn light filtering through the only window. Daine yawned and got up. Thankfully it was Saturday so she had a day of complete and utter leisure. Rifling through the wardrobe Daine found a soft tan tunic with a blue loose sleeved shirt. After some more hunting she found her short pale grey breeches. Tugging them on, Daine stumbled to the bathroom. She tried to bring some order to her hair and then splashed some very cold water onto her face. Satisfied that she was awake Daine swiftly brushed her teeth.
Moving quietly Daine left her rooms and walked quickly up to the upper levels of Hogwarts. And then sat beneath a tree, facing the sunrise.
***
For almost three hours Daine meditated. Roused by the rumbles and complaints coming from her stomach Daine went to the Common Room to find anyone else who was mad enough to be awake at the ungodly hour of eight thirty. Amazingly half of the house was awake, spotting Hermione, Harry and Ron in their usual corner Daine minced over to them and settled down on the armrest of Ron's armchair.
"Has anyone eaten breakfast yet?" It would be just Daine's luck that on the one day the rest of her house is awake at the same time as her they had already eaten.
"No, most of us have only just got up. Neville had yet another nightmare and woke us all up." Ron answered dryly.
"Not Snape in a dress again?" Daine chuckled as Harry and Ron somberly nodded.
"Well are you going to eat or not?" While the rest of the house had only had to deal with Neville screaming about Snape throwing a garter at him, Daine had been up for way longer than the others and her stomach was beginning to voice it's thoughts more openly.
"Aye, we might as well. Hey you lot! Anyone hungry? We're heading down to the Dining Hall now." Standing quickly Harry's voice sliced through the drowsy atmosphere easily. Murmurs of agreement and grunts of... Goodness knows what, followed the four out into the hallway.
"So you look like you've been awake for a while. Another detention or something? Merlin knows it'd be like Filch or Snape to give a detention in the morning." Harry slipped in between Hermione and Daine.
"No detention. I just got up earlier than I should have. Old habits really do die-hard. And then I just meditated for a few hours. You know watching the sun rise over the lake is absolutely lovely!" For the short minutes spent walking through the tangle of hallways and stairs to get to the Dining Hall the four, soon joined by others, just chatted away mindlessly.
***
"Could someone pass the French toast please?" In the middle of an argument with Ron over which was best; ice cream or mousse, Daine passed the plate of cooked bread to the youngest Weasley.
"But, ice cream does nothing but give you brain freeze! Mousse is so much lighter and nicer!" Scooping up some of the mousse on the table Ron dumped it into Daine's bowl.
"But mousse is so boring! It tastes exactly the same! Whereas ice cream has the sworls and rivers of different tastes!" Picking up her bowl Daine set it on top of Ron's bowl. Squashing several bacon rinds and an uneaten sausage buttie in the process.
"I don't mean to be rude you two, but shut up. I have a splitting headache and I didn't sleep well." Neville frowned at the pair as they burst into giggles at his last comment. Huffing loudly, Neville turned back to his selection of the greasiest and the tastiest food of the table.
All of Daine's high spirits were subdued. The hyperactive energy stopped bouncing through her. Waves of homesickness rolled over her. The movements of her hands slowed until no more food reached her mouth. Sighing from the swell of depression Daine looked towards the door, hoping for a quick escape, and froze..........
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Och, I'm a lazy thing! Well the answer to all of your questions has been partially answered. Like I've just said I'm a lazy bugger, so I won't be updating for a while (maybe Monday) but you have this chapter. I hope to edit this soon cos all that's going to happen to this is getting run through Word SpellCheck. So I'll repost this chapter. It's not too good but I just wanted to post something!!! *is a stupid person!*
Ooh and remember the magic phrase
The more you review the more likely I am to update!!!!!
Toodles,
Ky,
I had sorta said promised that I would have this chapter ready by tomorrow! So I leapt off my bed and into my computer room, and here I am madly typing away at 9:45! And be thankful! I'm supposed to be revising for my maths exam (the higher level paper at that!! level 6-8! *faints*), but I'm writing this instead.
I'd just like to say that......Both Numair and Snape have dark eyes!!!! *Snickers* could be either then *hinthint*
Well you're gonna find out which of them it was at the end of this chapter (do NOT scroll down to see who it is). Well anyhoows, on with the fic!!!
Disclaimer - *is lazy* see other chapters
Chapter the Eighth (does anyone else find the word eighth hilarious? Meh)
Wearily Daine made her way through the twisting corridors of the dungeons. A few seconds ago she had mentally shouted to her friends to meet her at the rooms they shared. With shreds of exhaustion beginning to show in her voice Daine opened her rooms and sank gratefully into the closest seat.
-Daine, we're here. - Every muscle in her body groaning, Daine reopened the door and let both wolves and Braane in. Each of them thanked Daine and settled in front of the blazing fire for a relaxing snooze. Daine cast a glance to the plain clock on one of the walls. It was nine thirty. Rubbing her eyes Daine, Daine retreated to her rooms, hoping that Kit would not make too much noise when she found she had been, to all intents, locked out, and that she would not blow up anything when she disabled the wards and charms on the door. After changing into her sleepwear, Daine flopped onto her bed and slept.
***
From habit Daine woke up to find the early dawn light filtering through the only window. Daine yawned and got up. Thankfully it was Saturday so she had a day of complete and utter leisure. Rifling through the wardrobe Daine found a soft tan tunic with a blue loose sleeved shirt. After some more hunting she found her short pale grey breeches. Tugging them on, Daine stumbled to the bathroom. She tried to bring some order to her hair and then splashed some very cold water onto her face. Satisfied that she was awake Daine swiftly brushed her teeth.
Moving quietly Daine left her rooms and walked quickly up to the upper levels of Hogwarts. And then sat beneath a tree, facing the sunrise.
***
For almost three hours Daine meditated. Roused by the rumbles and complaints coming from her stomach Daine went to the Common Room to find anyone else who was mad enough to be awake at the ungodly hour of eight thirty. Amazingly half of the house was awake, spotting Hermione, Harry and Ron in their usual corner Daine minced over to them and settled down on the armrest of Ron's armchair.
"Has anyone eaten breakfast yet?" It would be just Daine's luck that on the one day the rest of her house is awake at the same time as her they had already eaten.
"No, most of us have only just got up. Neville had yet another nightmare and woke us all up." Ron answered dryly.
"Not Snape in a dress again?" Daine chuckled as Harry and Ron somberly nodded.
"Well are you going to eat or not?" While the rest of the house had only had to deal with Neville screaming about Snape throwing a garter at him, Daine had been up for way longer than the others and her stomach was beginning to voice it's thoughts more openly.
"Aye, we might as well. Hey you lot! Anyone hungry? We're heading down to the Dining Hall now." Standing quickly Harry's voice sliced through the drowsy atmosphere easily. Murmurs of agreement and grunts of... Goodness knows what, followed the four out into the hallway.
"So you look like you've been awake for a while. Another detention or something? Merlin knows it'd be like Filch or Snape to give a detention in the morning." Harry slipped in between Hermione and Daine.
"No detention. I just got up earlier than I should have. Old habits really do die-hard. And then I just meditated for a few hours. You know watching the sun rise over the lake is absolutely lovely!" For the short minutes spent walking through the tangle of hallways and stairs to get to the Dining Hall the four, soon joined by others, just chatted away mindlessly.
***
"Could someone pass the French toast please?" In the middle of an argument with Ron over which was best; ice cream or mousse, Daine passed the plate of cooked bread to the youngest Weasley.
"But, ice cream does nothing but give you brain freeze! Mousse is so much lighter and nicer!" Scooping up some of the mousse on the table Ron dumped it into Daine's bowl.
"But mousse is so boring! It tastes exactly the same! Whereas ice cream has the sworls and rivers of different tastes!" Picking up her bowl Daine set it on top of Ron's bowl. Squashing several bacon rinds and an uneaten sausage buttie in the process.
"I don't mean to be rude you two, but shut up. I have a splitting headache and I didn't sleep well." Neville frowned at the pair as they burst into giggles at his last comment. Huffing loudly, Neville turned back to his selection of the greasiest and the tastiest food of the table.
All of Daine's high spirits were subdued. The hyperactive energy stopped bouncing through her. Waves of homesickness rolled over her. The movements of her hands slowed until no more food reached her mouth. Sighing from the swell of depression Daine looked towards the door, hoping for a quick escape, and froze..........
******
Och, I'm a lazy thing! Well the answer to all of your questions has been partially answered. Like I've just said I'm a lazy bugger, so I won't be updating for a while (maybe Monday) but you have this chapter. I hope to edit this soon cos all that's going to happen to this is getting run through Word SpellCheck. So I'll repost this chapter. It's not too good but I just wanted to post something!!! *is a stupid person!*
Ooh and remember the magic phrase
The more you review the more likely I am to update!!!!!
Toodles,
Ky,