Alicia lay awake in her bed that night, staring at the stars, thinking 'where the hell is my ceiling.' In fact, her ceiling had decided to bugger off for a while. It hated the ceiling life – all people going round, trying to hang off it, you know the like. Being rained on all the time while the people underneath stayed dry as a bone. It had booked the first flight to Hawaii and stayed there for quite some time, auditioning for American Idol and the like. It actually won. First building material ever given a recording contract.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWHO, let's just certify the fact that the ceiling was missing. She was dreadfully tired, but feared sleeping, as she would probably kill again. She was so tired... she'd just close her eyes for a second...
She was walking around, down in the dungeons. Well, screw that 'eyes closed for a second' idea up the ass. Oh god, visual images. She didn't particularly know why, but she was wearing a gigantic leaf. She wondered what kind of a tree could produce such a freakin' huge leaf. She pulled a short dagger from her pocket (this was a special tree. It produced leaves with pockets.) and stealthed (my new word) around a bit. Two large boys came around the corner, grunting by way of talk.
"Mph miff furphy, Crabbe."
"Amp loft skiff, Goyle."
"Wh phot, Crabbe?" Goyle said, seeing Alicia draw her weapon.
"Domino, Goyle!" They both tried to run, but they were so fat that they fell over and started rolling down a flight of stairs like beach balls. It worked; Alicia couldn't possibly keep up with them on foot. That was, until she brought out her wings. She flew down to the bottom of the stairs to meet them as they rolled down. She closed her eyes, and her short dagger lengthened and duplicated, so she was holding two swords. Even with her lengthened weapons, the weight of the pair wrenched the swords out of her hands and stayed in the fat two like a stuck pig.
She continued on her way down the corridor, until she saw a group of people huddling together. She put her hand behind her back and another dagger materialised there.
"Little late to be out, wouldn't you say?" She said. The group of skinheads turned to face her and she grinned.
"What's it to you?" They said, drawing their wands. Alicia wasn't scared. A flick of her hand shattered them. She advanced towards the now helpless group, enjoying the fact that she would slit every throat in the vicinity. Well, except for her own, of course, dur. She twirled the dagger around and three of the five crumpled dead at her feet. She pushed the knife into the stomach of another and brought it up swiftly. Another skinhead dead. She jumped the last one, who was ready for her. The punk drew a knife out and stabbed Alicia in the left wing, but not before she stabbed him through the neck. She jumped back and wrenched the knife out of her poor broken wing, before pulling them back into her. Walking away, satisfied, she walked through a solid stone wall and opened her eyes to inky blackness. She looked at her watch. It was 5am.
At first she thought that it was the cold that had woken her, before she saw Peeves jumping up and down on her head. She shook him off furiously and he cackled away into the night.
"Oh well, I'm up now." She thought, and pushed the covers off. She was wearing a very nice green singlet top and matching shorts to bed, so she put on a long white dressing gown for warmth. She stretched in her dormitory, then walked down to the ground floor. She stepped outside and stared at the forest. Of course, there was nothing there, but still. She liked to stare at things. She bent down and touched her toes. It had been a while. She hopped along on one foot, then the other. She half-jogged along, bringing her knees up to her chest with every step, all the while emitting a strange half-screechy noise.
"Wha hu CHA!" She said, karate-chopping the air in front of her. "Baaaaaaaaaaa skuuuuuuuu ka! Piiiiiiiii kaaaaaaaaaaaaa chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
"Pikachu?" Said a voice from behind her. She whirled around, assuming the defensive position.
"What are you doing here at 5am?" She asked.
"I could ask you the same thing." Oliver Wood said.
"No, I go to school here. I have every right to be here, of which you do not."
"I stalk this girl, do you know her? She's got long blonde hair, blue eyes, and... oh wait on, I'm stalking you."
"You're stalking me? You've never met me!"
"Oh well. Wanna shag?"
"Hmmm... ok!"
But as soon as he took one step towards her, she pulled a knife from nowhere and stabbed him in the forehead. This time, it was no dream. Blood covered her hands and so she ran. She ran up to the castle, wrenching the door open. She ran inside, only to run into Dumbledore.
"What are you doing up so early?" Alicia said.
"I was heading outside to practice my yoga. What about you? What are you doing at 5am with fresh blood on your hands? And, if I'm not mistaken, there's a dead body outside."
"Uh, you are dreeeeeeeeeeaming..."
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Dead Count
Neville Longbottom
Draco Malfoy
Hermione Granger
Dean Thomas
Severus Snape
Josephine Sinistra
Ron Weasley
Luna Lovegood
Vincent Crabbe
Gregory Goyle
Oliver Wood
Random skinhead #1
Random skinhead #2
Random skinhead #3
Random skinhead #4
Random skinhead #5
