To Annoy a Person is to...
Brought to you by
Kalison Artor
Dedicated to
Dax, I love ya! Don't you ever dare stop using that wonderful imagination of yours! For if you do, I will be the one bashing the other with pillows. And I won't give you one to fight back with.
Disclaimer
Not mine, just Adja, Kayleigh, and the plot. Alright, alright, I conceed, Adja owns herself.
... Embrace Your Fate
Jadzia, our star of this tale, was the first to awaken. She didn't open her eyes but smiled at the wonderful and strange dream she had. Suddenly, she heard a voice speak.
"But, Madam Pomfrey-" the boy whined.
"James, go get something to eat from the kitchens, then you may go up those stairs, past these beautiful oak doors, up three more flights, until you reach your own bed within your dormitory. Besides, classes start in two days, perhaps you could come back after breakfast tomorrow. Now, OUT."
"Yes, Ma'am," was heard, accompanied by the scurrying of feet.
As soon as Jadzia was sure that he had left, she opened her eyes faster than you could say 'Sirius Black.' She glanced at the bed next to her on impulse. What she saw was a rather frightening sight. It looked like her sister was lying there, prone on the bed, and yet, it couldn't be her, for this girl appeared to be the same age as herself. But the hair, sleeping position, even the mumbling of words under her breath fitted precisely to a description of her sister. She pushed off to the side for the moment.
"Madam," Jadzia managed to croak out.
"Ah, the mystery girl, whom has the Troublesome Quartet in an uproar. What can I do for you?"
Jadzia carefully shaped and sculpted her words before replying, "Two things Madam, what happened to the girl in that bed?" She wildly gestured in the girl's direction.
"Well, young lady, we really do not know. She appeared out of thin air, with a tray of the most delicious smelling food that ever, I might add. Anyway, her right hand came in contact with a variated swelling solution. Mr. Snape brought her up after she fainted, and after he lost some blood to a wound that she inadvertently inflicted upon him. What is your other question, child?"
"Might I be allowed to meet Professor Dumbledore?" Jadzia asked quietly.
Pomfrey responded kindly, "Lucky for you, both of you, Professor Dumbledore wishes to meet with you tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey," she uttered quietly and went back to sleep.