Figuring things out;;

[Aiden Wood]

Aiden sat in the Gryffindor Common Room with a book in his lap that he was not paying attention to. He seemed quite focused on the fire but really his attentions were elsewhere. He had been having such odd dreams lately and he wasn't sure what to make of them just yet. He couldn't remember them completely but from the parts he could remember he knew that it wasn't good.

It seemed slightly random: a snake, a blonde woman, a brunette, a lion, and lots of fire. He couldn't remember the premise but those five things were very much imprinted on his memory. He was trying to piece it together but nothing made sense and he couldn't remember anything else. It was frustrating. Aiden didn't like to be frustrated.

He groaned and slammed his book shut, finally looking away from the fire. He leaned back in his big fluffy chairs, like the others that littered the Common Room. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, hoping something would come to him.

[Rosaleen B. Andrews]

If it was not for the fact that she had just eaten supper, she would of thought the growling had been from her stomach. But no, it was far from it. She could not understand, not until the clouds above her head let the moon cast it's cold grip upon the world. She felt it, the breath of the creature to growl upon her neck. The saliva was warm as it slipped from the creatures mouth onto her neck. The breath grew warmer as it got closer to her flesh. Her throat burn with the scream she could not bring up. She bit her lip and suddenly from the depths of her soul, she let out a scream so loud, that the creature would kill her.

But she found herself in her bed, the sheets lying on the floor, and her dorm empty. It wasn't that late and surly her room mates would not be here at the moment, it was high logical that they would be out and about, either hanging with there friends or even, dare she think it, snogging in a broom closest. But, then again, highly illogical. Shaking her head she took out her mirror from her side table draw and looked at herself in the reflection. She looked fine, just a little shaken from her nightmare. She didn't like werewolves, well the wolf part, the human half she could handle, but they creped her out. She knew what dangers they posed, but she would never understand them.

Shifting out of bed, she slipped on her shoes, black with her own spelled on red stripes, and stood. Arching her back slightly she stretched, letting her muscles stretch and try to relax. It was hard to understand why, but she shuttered. She crossed the room in three strides, determined to leave this, this room behind for a bit. She reached for the handle, before thinking and turned to wards the full mirror in the corner. She took in her clothing. Her school skirt, black and a inch above her knee. Her favorite tank-top, sleeping wear she might add, and then her red and gold striped socks. Thinking about her clothing she snatched her red sweater from her trunk and zipped it up to just above her belly button. Before looking in the mirror again, she snatched her muggle book, The Lord of the Rings (a very old book indeed), and returned to the mirror.

She nodded, in approval of her appearance, before opening her dorm's door and standing on the top of the stairs. Trotting down the stairs, taking them rather fast for someone who had just awoken from a nightmare, the girl forced her attention on the Gryffindor common room. Nothing seemed out of odd, but she huffed and crossed her arms, her book hanging in one of her hands. Why where all her favorite places to sit taken? She huffed again and walked over to one of the older Gryffindor. He looked like he was in seventh year. She hoped he wouldn't mind having a fifth year sit next to him. Looking at the spot, she hoped to sit, she walked over to him and tapped him, light, on the shoulder.

'Excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?' Her voice was slightly low, hoping to not draw attention to her. She knew, from stories some of the people around her, that rumors were like Hogwarts life. Being a Muggleborn witch, she knew that this was something that would happen often, and with her, she didn't want to be part of it. 'But If that is to much of a pain for you, I can sit on the floor.' She added to the older boy, looking at him. Hoping he would open his eyes. She didn't want to be a fool taking to a sleeping boy.

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