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Post by ellie1 on Dec 10, 2011 17:10:50 GMT 1
It was near midnight, and almost everyone in the castle was tucked away in their dormitories. There were likely to be a few teachers and prefects scattered about the castle, looking for people like Mila who were out of bed. As far as she knew, however, she was wrapped in blankets in her four poster bed in the dorm she shared with a few other Gryffindor girls. Yet, she had wandered all the way down to the first floor from Gryffindor tower. Mila used to sleepwalk in her youth, but she'd never done it at Hogwarts. Her mother used to tell her that it was her love for exploring that sent her sleepwalking. This sixteen year old girl was very brave, like her father in many ways. She grew up with the guys, playing Quidditch with her father and roughing it up with her brother. It added to her sense of adventure that was already instilled in her at birth. It could have possibly added to her dislike toward authority. It wasn't that Mila was disrespectful; she just didn't like being told what to do.
As she sleepwalked, Mila dreamed of being a professional Quidditch player. She soared high above the ground as people cheered her on. Her adoring fans chanted her name as she scored goal after goal. A smile was plastered across the girl's unconcious face. Her arms were spread out as though she were flying. She ran through the corridor this way until she hit her hand hard against a statue. It woke her up, and she clutched her hand. She muttered a few swears under her breath as she realized where she was. She surveyed the damage to her hand. It wasn't broken, just bruised some. She made a mental note to get some ice from the kitchens in the morning. The hallway she was in didn't have many rooms of interest. She only had one class down here, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The other classes in the corridor were deemed useless by Mila many years ago. She decided to have a look around the hallway, hoping to find something new. She didn't think about the possibilities of getting caught. They were slim. Besides, she had been sleepwalking; surely they wouldn't punish her for something out of her control. She walked down the corridor and stopped to look at a statue. She was freezing cold, as she slept in a tank and shorts. She thought she heard footsteps behind her. She whipped her head around, and there someone was.
tagged, open
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Post by NICHOLAS DAMIEN AVERY on Dec 10, 2011 17:32:40 GMT 1
Nick sulked to himself as he took one final patrol round. The last round was usually his headache since most prefects were tired of monitoring the other corridors for most of the night and he would gladly do it. The only problem was that he was alone and he had nothing to do but let his mind wander and think about Darla and what he was going to do with her. He knew he loved her, he'd finally admitted it, but he couldn't be with her. As much as he thought talking to Stefan would help him, it hadn't and Danni had only confused him further. He sighed to himself, running a hand through his messy hair, twirling his wand in his hand. He'd just turned the corner, when he froze, watching a figure walking slowly. He squinted, his mouth open because it was clad in small shorts and anyone to walk around like that in the weather was mental.
He tiptoed closer, and sighed. He recognized her, of course. It was Mila, his best friend's sister. He'd spent vacations over at Stefan's place almost every year and it wasn't new for him to see Mila sleepwalking. He slowed down further, because he knew how dangerous it could be for somebody to wake up halfway through it. Instead he crept up slowly behind her, his hands outstretched to slowly guide her to a bench and then wake her up. Mila was as good as his own sister and he loved her just like his own. That was just the way it was with the Krums, Stefan his quasi brother and he was just as protective of Mila as he was with Danni.
Of course, the sneaking up was useless because she suddenly started running and startled herself awake. He couldn't help but chuckle as he went after her. She must have heard him because she turned around and looked as confused as ever. He smiled at her, letting her know it wasn't somebody ready to do her in. "Here" he said, softly, waving his hand to perform a slight heating charm on her. "Watching you do that never gets old," he teased, laughing softly. Mila was a welcome destraction from his messed up thoughts and he was glad.
"You know I won't report or dock point, right?" he reminded her, grinning and pointing to a bench which they could sit on. He could easily use some company and she was a fun person to be around.
OOC- Stefan and Nick are like brothers/best friends so I'm guessing Mila would know him pretty well and he'd see her as a sort of sister, too?
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Post by ellie1 on Dec 14, 2011 1:53:05 GMT 1
Mila let out a sigh of relief. Nick was practically her brother. She knew not to be too embarrassed and that she wouldn't get into any trouble. In reality, there wasn't much need for her to be worried anyway. She'd had detention a number of times before, and it didn't bother her. It was the embarrassment factor that would've shamed her. She was slightly injured and dressed as though it was the middle of summer. But Nick had seen her do some pretty embarrassing things. He'd probably even seen her drunk. Not to mention there was no telling what kind of stories Stefan had told him about her. "Thanks," she muttered as he warmed her up with a charm. Having the head boy as a friend definitely wasn't a bad thing. It would some in handy to avoid trouble. She wouldn't purposefully put him in that situation, but in cases such as her current one, it was accidental.
Nick had heard all about Mila's dreams of being a Quidditch star. When she was younger, she never shut up about it. Now that she was older, it seemed less like a dream and more like a possible reality. "Watching you do that never gets old," he commented on her sleepwalking incident. "You're just jealous that you don't have adventurous dreams," she said, looking up at him with a fake scowl and raised eyebrows. Mila liked joking around with people; she didn't like being serious.
"You know I won't report or dock point, right?" Mila simply nodded and took a seat on the bench. After that startling moment of awaking from deep sleep, she was no longer very tired. Chatting with Nick sounded a lot more fun than journeying back up to Gryffindor Tower at the moment.
notes, sounds good (:
word count, not many
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Post by NICHOLAS DAMIEN AVERY on Dec 15, 2011 18:03:51 GMT 1
Nick grinned, at Mila's wide awake eyes and decided to stay and talk to her for a while. He hadn't talked to her in ages and he kind of missed it, because he'd hung out a lot with her during all the holidays he'd spent at her place. Her father was an excellent teacher and had given Nick numerous tips on his Quidditch skill and he saw the Krum family as his own. He'd even seen her do some pretty stupid stunts, so this one wasn't as bad, he thought, as he threw back his legs in a relaxed position. "Had a good day?" he asked, raising a brow in her general direction, smiling.
"Oh, please. I am not jealous of not being able to run around in my sleep and injuring myself," he said, snorting and pointing to her hand which must've been bruised. "Get some ice for that on the way back" he suggested, knowing just how painful bruises could be and he was sure she did too. Quidditch was no joke after all and it was common for people to always injure themselves while playing it.
"You're extra lucky it was me that found you. Not only did your house not lose points, but I think I potentially saved you from embarrassment which would take place tomorrow morning?" he said, laughing as he imagined the story of her little stunt getting around the school. Of course, if it did happen, he'd put a stop to it, but not without having a good laugh and teasing rights for a long time.
OOC- Oh my gosh. What utter lack of muse D:
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