Chapter Two: What a Nightmare!
Kit opened her tome, waiting in the small room for Master Malcolm, her tutor. He taught her along with Sean Murray, Alexia Murray, and Kyle Holland. She pulled out her feathery quills and her parchment pad, shifting nervously in her seat as Kyle walked in.
He was absolutely gorgeous, with spiky black hair, frosted with blonde hightlights. He had soft brown eyes framed in thin wire glasses, and always wore baggy jeans and button-up polo shirts. Today it was blue one.
"Morning!" He said in his adorable Irish accent, sitting down in the desk next to her.
"H-h-hello..." Kit said nervously, her eyes a bright green.
He laughed as Alexia walked in, skipping obnoxiously. She was a seven-year-old with short curly red hair and a freckly face. Alexia was always smiling and laughing, everyone loved her airy attitude. Everyone except Madam Link, who found her ditzy and incompetent. She was followed by her older brother, Sean who sat in the seat behind Kit.
He had short red hair, with freckles in the exact same spots as his sister. He was always trying to act mature, showing his baby sister the "proper" ways of doing things. They had both been abandoned by their father, a muggle, who hated magic of all kinds. When he had found there was a possibility of them being magical, he dumped them in Hogsmeade, right outside of Honeydukes.
"Hey Kittie! Hows it goin?" Alexia asked, pulling out a sugar quill and sucking on it. She had a squeaky and peppy voice, like a canary.
"Mal will have your freckled head if he sees you with that in class!" Sean exclaimed, snatching it from her.
"Shh! He's coming!" Kyle whispered as Alexia started to protest.
The door opened, revealing a tall, blue haired, and lanky wizard. He had on a black buttoned shirt and denim pants, his wand sticking from his left pocket. This was their teacher, an intelligent wizard, fresh from his final term at Killton, a school in Calcutta.
"Please get out your dream journals, quills, and Dream Tomes!" Malcolm asked, setting his wand on the long desk at the head of the room. "Today we are deciphering your last dreams!"
Kit pulled out her silver diary, which she had selected for a journal for her dreams. She remembered writing in it after playing half pop. She did not want to read it aloud.
"Alexia, will you please read us your dream?" Malcolm asked, sitting on his desk, facing them with his own journal open.
" I was lying in a wheat field with Sean, and we were watching a tall man harvest. He was wearing a long black cape and blue shoes. Sean kept throwing rocks at his back, trying to get his attention, but the man just ignored us!" Alexia turned a page, flipping her pig-tailed hair. " Then, finally, he turned around and I screamed. Then, I woke up, but I never saw his face at all!"
"What really stood out?" Malcolm asked, opening his black leather tome.
"Well...um..." Alexia was thinking back," probably the wheat itself! I remember it was really clear, but we were slightly blurry."
"Kyle, can you tell us what wheat is as a dream symbol?" He asked, looking at Kyle thoughtfully.
"It says, 'When wheat is swaying, it symbolizes physical change,' and when it is still, 'It means danger ahead.' " Kyle said in his adorable accent.
" Well, Madam Portente was giving me a haircut today..." Alexia said as an afterthought.
"Katherine, you next."
"Umm...s-s-sir..." Kit said stammering.
"Yes?"
"I really think that it's a bit...er...embarrasing!"
"I'm sorry, Kit, but it would be unfair if I allowed you to pass today." Malcolm said, clearly regarding the many times she had passed before.
"Alright...I was running through a white room, crying profusely. I heard laughter, like a child when they play. I didn't see an end or a wall anywhere, and then I hit something." Kit looked warily at Malcolm, who urged her on,"I fell over and looked up...It was a boy wearing a gold and maroon Quidditch uniform.
" He smiled at me and hoisted me up, talking inaudibly. I felt scared that I couldn't hear him, like I had gone deaf. But suddenly the floor went out, pulling us into a blue fire..."
" Well, when Quidditch of any form is in a dream, it usuaslly siginifies finacial aid. And the blue flames mean you are leaving some one important behind!" Alexia exclaimed without being called upon.
"Right, what about the white room?" Malcolm asked interestedly.
"A white room means unexpected news, or a bargining of some sort!" Sean said, Alexia glaring.
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A/N: I know, I know... the symbols aren't like normal ones, but that's cos they are magic peoples and they have special things! HeeHee...Please review and I'll give you a blueberry poptart!
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Kit opened her tome, waiting in the small room for Master Malcolm, her tutor. He taught her along with Sean Murray, Alexia Murray, and Kyle Holland. She pulled out her feathery quills and her parchment pad, shifting nervously in her seat as Kyle walked in.
He was absolutely gorgeous, with spiky black hair, frosted with blonde hightlights. He had soft brown eyes framed in thin wire glasses, and always wore baggy jeans and button-up polo shirts. Today it was blue one.
"Morning!" He said in his adorable Irish accent, sitting down in the desk next to her.
"H-h-hello..." Kit said nervously, her eyes a bright green.
He laughed as Alexia walked in, skipping obnoxiously. She was a seven-year-old with short curly red hair and a freckly face. Alexia was always smiling and laughing, everyone loved her airy attitude. Everyone except Madam Link, who found her ditzy and incompetent. She was followed by her older brother, Sean who sat in the seat behind Kit.
He had short red hair, with freckles in the exact same spots as his sister. He was always trying to act mature, showing his baby sister the "proper" ways of doing things. They had both been abandoned by their father, a muggle, who hated magic of all kinds. When he had found there was a possibility of them being magical, he dumped them in Hogsmeade, right outside of Honeydukes.
"Hey Kittie! Hows it goin?" Alexia asked, pulling out a sugar quill and sucking on it. She had a squeaky and peppy voice, like a canary.
"Mal will have your freckled head if he sees you with that in class!" Sean exclaimed, snatching it from her.
"Shh! He's coming!" Kyle whispered as Alexia started to protest.
The door opened, revealing a tall, blue haired, and lanky wizard. He had on a black buttoned shirt and denim pants, his wand sticking from his left pocket. This was their teacher, an intelligent wizard, fresh from his final term at Killton, a school in Calcutta.
"Please get out your dream journals, quills, and Dream Tomes!" Malcolm asked, setting his wand on the long desk at the head of the room. "Today we are deciphering your last dreams!"
Kit pulled out her silver diary, which she had selected for a journal for her dreams. She remembered writing in it after playing half pop. She did not want to read it aloud.
"Alexia, will you please read us your dream?" Malcolm asked, sitting on his desk, facing them with his own journal open.
" I was lying in a wheat field with Sean, and we were watching a tall man harvest. He was wearing a long black cape and blue shoes. Sean kept throwing rocks at his back, trying to get his attention, but the man just ignored us!" Alexia turned a page, flipping her pig-tailed hair. " Then, finally, he turned around and I screamed. Then, I woke up, but I never saw his face at all!"
"What really stood out?" Malcolm asked, opening his black leather tome.
"Well...um..." Alexia was thinking back," probably the wheat itself! I remember it was really clear, but we were slightly blurry."
"Kyle, can you tell us what wheat is as a dream symbol?" He asked, looking at Kyle thoughtfully.
"It says, 'When wheat is swaying, it symbolizes physical change,' and when it is still, 'It means danger ahead.' " Kyle said in his adorable accent.
" Well, Madam Portente was giving me a haircut today..." Alexia said as an afterthought.
"Katherine, you next."
"Umm...s-s-sir..." Kit said stammering.
"Yes?"
"I really think that it's a bit...er...embarrasing!"
"I'm sorry, Kit, but it would be unfair if I allowed you to pass today." Malcolm said, clearly regarding the many times she had passed before.
"Alright...I was running through a white room, crying profusely. I heard laughter, like a child when they play. I didn't see an end or a wall anywhere, and then I hit something." Kit looked warily at Malcolm, who urged her on,"I fell over and looked up...It was a boy wearing a gold and maroon Quidditch uniform.
" He smiled at me and hoisted me up, talking inaudibly. I felt scared that I couldn't hear him, like I had gone deaf. But suddenly the floor went out, pulling us into a blue fire..."
" Well, when Quidditch of any form is in a dream, it usuaslly siginifies finacial aid. And the blue flames mean you are leaving some one important behind!" Alexia exclaimed without being called upon.
"Right, what about the white room?" Malcolm asked interestedly.
"A white room means unexpected news, or a bargining of some sort!" Sean said, Alexia glaring.
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A/N: I know, I know... the symbols aren't like normal ones, but that's cos they are magic peoples and they have special things! HeeHee...Please review and I'll give you a blueberry poptart!
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