After supper had finished, the students left the Great Hall and went off
to find their house common rooms. Eleni had moved off towards the dungeons
to follow the other Slytherins, and Ashlee and Kendra had followed along
with the Gryffindors up to the common room. Chaos in the common room, such
fun..
Ashlee was sitting in front of the fireplace, crouched on her haunches, trying to cook marshmellows. Kendra was a bit more active, however. She was in the back of the room, jumping from table to table, amusing herself in the way her robes would billow out behind her. Most of the students had decided to ignore them at this point, but there were still a few that just sat and stared in awe.
"I'm Supper-man! Supper-man!" Kendra kept saying this each time she jumped and her robes pulled behind her like a flowwing cape. Then, at one point, her footing slipped when she landed on the next table, and this caused her to fall backwards. Fortunatly for her, there was something behind her to cushion her fall. Unfortunatly, for someone else, that someone else was the cushioning. Kendra blinked a few times, then looked at the kid she ended up sitting on and grinned. "Can I have your autograph..?"
Meanwhile, Ashlee was still cooking her marshmellows, eating them plain out of the bag while she waited for the ones on the stick to grow brown. Then, glancing off to the side, she caught glimpse of a girl she didn't much like. This was the girl that called her an idiot when she tried to make the Fat Friar laugh like the Pillsburry Dough Boy. This girl had a stuck up look to her, nose always in the air, hair always done funky. She probably would've done better in Slytherin.
Ashlee took note that the girl was walking around behind her, and grinned mischeviously. She turned and looked back into the fire, where the marshmellow was starting to melt, and waited for the girl to move behind her. When she was sure that the steps were right behind her, she jerked the stick back and out of the flames, arching the tip that held the marshmellow and sending the drippy white ball of edible gunk into the girl's hair.
The girl emitted a small scream and brought her hands up to her head, only to get them stuck in the marshmellow gunk with her hair. She glared down at Ashlee, who just grinned and waggled her fingers at her. "Whoops." Then the girl sniffled back tears and ran to the staircase for the girl's dormitories. She didn't get very far, though.
Kendra had taken to laying on the steps of the girl's dormitories, staring at the ceiling, counting the little specks, burn marks, and spitwads she could find. She had gotten to two-hundred twenty-three when a foot landed on her ribs. "HEY! MY TUMMY!" And the girl with the marshmellow gunk in her hair that had been running for the dormitories gave another small scream and fell backwards down the stairs.
Suddenly, the portrait hole burst open and in stepped Professor McGonagall. She had never come in the common room unless it was a complete emergency, so they all listened. She spoke on and on about there being werewolf sightings closer to the school, and not many people payed much attention.
But no one had noticed the sticky white substance that she was standing in except for Ashlee and Kendra. Both girls giggled, and when Professor McGonagall turned to leave, she was stuck to the spot. So, in order to exit the room, the teacher had to take off her shoes. Then she turned into a cat and scampered off.
By the time McGonagall had left, it was late at night and everyone was tired. Everyone trudged up the stairs to go to bed. Kendra was being different, though. She was running up the stairs on all fours, tripping everyone she went by. And when she reached her dormitory, she jumped onto the bed and climbed up onto the canopy covering it, curling up there and drifting to sleep.
Ashlee was being VERY different. She put suction cups on her hands and knees and climbed up the wall onto the ceiling. When she reached the dormatory, she climbed down onto the wall and from there up onto the ceiling as well. She made her way over to her bed, then un-suctioned herself from the ceiling and fell onto the canopy, breaking it and dropping onto her bed. She blinked a few times, then rolled over, wrapping herself up in the fabric from the canopy.
There were two murmers a few minutes later...
"G'nite Kennah.."
"G'nite Ass-ee."
"HEY! I toldja not to call me that!" This was follwed by an 'umph' noise.
Then Kendra's voice, muffled from under a pillow. "G'nite Ashlee.."
Ashlee was sitting in front of the fireplace, crouched on her haunches, trying to cook marshmellows. Kendra was a bit more active, however. She was in the back of the room, jumping from table to table, amusing herself in the way her robes would billow out behind her. Most of the students had decided to ignore them at this point, but there were still a few that just sat and stared in awe.
"I'm Supper-man! Supper-man!" Kendra kept saying this each time she jumped and her robes pulled behind her like a flowwing cape. Then, at one point, her footing slipped when she landed on the next table, and this caused her to fall backwards. Fortunatly for her, there was something behind her to cushion her fall. Unfortunatly, for someone else, that someone else was the cushioning. Kendra blinked a few times, then looked at the kid she ended up sitting on and grinned. "Can I have your autograph..?"
Meanwhile, Ashlee was still cooking her marshmellows, eating them plain out of the bag while she waited for the ones on the stick to grow brown. Then, glancing off to the side, she caught glimpse of a girl she didn't much like. This was the girl that called her an idiot when she tried to make the Fat Friar laugh like the Pillsburry Dough Boy. This girl had a stuck up look to her, nose always in the air, hair always done funky. She probably would've done better in Slytherin.
Ashlee took note that the girl was walking around behind her, and grinned mischeviously. She turned and looked back into the fire, where the marshmellow was starting to melt, and waited for the girl to move behind her. When she was sure that the steps were right behind her, she jerked the stick back and out of the flames, arching the tip that held the marshmellow and sending the drippy white ball of edible gunk into the girl's hair.
The girl emitted a small scream and brought her hands up to her head, only to get them stuck in the marshmellow gunk with her hair. She glared down at Ashlee, who just grinned and waggled her fingers at her. "Whoops." Then the girl sniffled back tears and ran to the staircase for the girl's dormitories. She didn't get very far, though.
Kendra had taken to laying on the steps of the girl's dormitories, staring at the ceiling, counting the little specks, burn marks, and spitwads she could find. She had gotten to two-hundred twenty-three when a foot landed on her ribs. "HEY! MY TUMMY!" And the girl with the marshmellow gunk in her hair that had been running for the dormitories gave another small scream and fell backwards down the stairs.
Suddenly, the portrait hole burst open and in stepped Professor McGonagall. She had never come in the common room unless it was a complete emergency, so they all listened. She spoke on and on about there being werewolf sightings closer to the school, and not many people payed much attention.
But no one had noticed the sticky white substance that she was standing in except for Ashlee and Kendra. Both girls giggled, and when Professor McGonagall turned to leave, she was stuck to the spot. So, in order to exit the room, the teacher had to take off her shoes. Then she turned into a cat and scampered off.
By the time McGonagall had left, it was late at night and everyone was tired. Everyone trudged up the stairs to go to bed. Kendra was being different, though. She was running up the stairs on all fours, tripping everyone she went by. And when she reached her dormitory, she jumped onto the bed and climbed up onto the canopy covering it, curling up there and drifting to sleep.
Ashlee was being VERY different. She put suction cups on her hands and knees and climbed up the wall onto the ceiling. When she reached the dormatory, she climbed down onto the wall and from there up onto the ceiling as well. She made her way over to her bed, then un-suctioned herself from the ceiling and fell onto the canopy, breaking it and dropping onto her bed. She blinked a few times, then rolled over, wrapping herself up in the fabric from the canopy.
There were two murmers a few minutes later...
"G'nite Kennah.."
"G'nite Ass-ee."
"HEY! I toldja not to call me that!" This was follwed by an 'umph' noise.
Then Kendra's voice, muffled from under a pillow. "G'nite Ashlee.."
