Nothing from nowhere I'm no one at all recognize radiant one silent
call as we all form one dark flame
Jess Sterling yanked the volume of her cd player up so that the hardcore rock melody of AFI exploded into her ears, blocking out the evening conversations of her fellow slytherins. She pulled the hood of her Hogwarts school robe up over her head so that her headphones weren't obvious to the stuck-up goody-goody Slytherin prefects. Jess closed her eyes against the sight of the stack of fifth year homework waiting for her on the table, as if hoping to make it disappear. Surprise, it didn't.
Oh well, Jess thought, I have all weekend to do it.
This Friday, the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were buzzing with students making their plan for the trip to Hogsmeade the next day. Jess would make the trip, but she wasn't sure if Hogsmeade still entertained her like it did two years ago.
She pulled out her wand and twirled it between her fingers with boredom as she slouched down in the armchair. Jess's eyes fell on a window that had a view of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Dark. Silent. Deserted. Promising.
Suddenly sick of the claustrophobic feeling of the common room, Jess stood up, cramming her headphones into her backpack. She put her backpack on her shoulders and climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Jess pushed the door open, and the sight of Pansy Parkinson and Marcus Flint cuddling close together on Pansy's bed making-out welcomed her. Jess bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She shrugged off her backpack and grabbed her TwistedLightening2004 broomstick of her bed. Jess exited the girl's dormitory silently, and proceeded to leave the Slytherin Common Room.
Out in the main entrance hall, Jess checked her watch. 10:30. Her brother and friends wouldn't be out of detention for at least another two hours. Great. Jess made her way to the oak front doors, and left the castle.
Outside, Jess tripped while going down the flight of stairs. She muttered a swear word and stood up, collecting her broomstick. Jess walked out onto the quidditch pitch, mounted her broom, and took off, the night's breeze dancing with her hair.
The night was clear and perfect. The velvet-black sky was dotted with multiple shining stars. A full moon was shining across the deserted grounds. Jess sighed with happiness. God, it was so good to be up in the air again!
Jess flew across the pitch, enjoying the darkness. She turned, twirled, dove, just about everything you can do with a broomstick. It was nearly one in the morning when Jess dismounted in the Quidditch Stand. It was getting cold, so cold that her breath was making little puffs of air every time she exhaled. Before she knew it, Jess was laying down on one of the benches, falling asleep.
Jess Sterling yanked the volume of her cd player up so that the hardcore rock melody of AFI exploded into her ears, blocking out the evening conversations of her fellow slytherins. She pulled the hood of her Hogwarts school robe up over her head so that her headphones weren't obvious to the stuck-up goody-goody Slytherin prefects. Jess closed her eyes against the sight of the stack of fifth year homework waiting for her on the table, as if hoping to make it disappear. Surprise, it didn't.
Oh well, Jess thought, I have all weekend to do it.
This Friday, the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were buzzing with students making their plan for the trip to Hogsmeade the next day. Jess would make the trip, but she wasn't sure if Hogsmeade still entertained her like it did two years ago.
She pulled out her wand and twirled it between her fingers with boredom as she slouched down in the armchair. Jess's eyes fell on a window that had a view of the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Dark. Silent. Deserted. Promising.
Suddenly sick of the claustrophobic feeling of the common room, Jess stood up, cramming her headphones into her backpack. She put her backpack on her shoulders and climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Jess pushed the door open, and the sight of Pansy Parkinson and Marcus Flint cuddling close together on Pansy's bed making-out welcomed her. Jess bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She shrugged off her backpack and grabbed her TwistedLightening2004 broomstick of her bed. Jess exited the girl's dormitory silently, and proceeded to leave the Slytherin Common Room.
Out in the main entrance hall, Jess checked her watch. 10:30. Her brother and friends wouldn't be out of detention for at least another two hours. Great. Jess made her way to the oak front doors, and left the castle.
Outside, Jess tripped while going down the flight of stairs. She muttered a swear word and stood up, collecting her broomstick. Jess walked out onto the quidditch pitch, mounted her broom, and took off, the night's breeze dancing with her hair.
The night was clear and perfect. The velvet-black sky was dotted with multiple shining stars. A full moon was shining across the deserted grounds. Jess sighed with happiness. God, it was so good to be up in the air again!
Jess flew across the pitch, enjoying the darkness. She turned, twirled, dove, just about everything you can do with a broomstick. It was nearly one in the morning when Jess dismounted in the Quidditch Stand. It was getting cold, so cold that her breath was making little puffs of air every time she exhaled. Before she knew it, Jess was laying down on one of the benches, falling asleep.