What are they feeding you on that farm? (Amelia)

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cassandra stared at the wall with eyes that were completely blank. She was completely wiped out. After attending classes all day, she had gone too dinner. That was final by two hours of Quidditch practice. However, her night was not over after that. McGonogall had met her on her way back from the pitch and said that they were having a lesson that night. She couldn't believe how busy she was, but it kept her mind off other things. Specifically Pyro Blackfire and the Blackfire family. She hated to admit it, but it was always in the back of her mind. How could something as big as being a pureblood when you had believed you were a muggleborn not constantly be on your mind?

Finally coming out of her stupor, she realized that it was really late. I mean, really late. She actually heard the bells of the clock tower chime eleven o'clock. Eleven o'clock?Cass thought with some trepedation. It was no officially past curfew. Gulping, she got up and picked up her bag and broom that she had carelessly let clatter to the floor earlier. A month ago, she would of worried about letting her broom hit the floor like that. She would of wondered constantly when she would of gotten another one. Not now though. She was secretly hoping she could get her mother to buy her a Firebolt.

Padding down the corridors as silently as possible, she was pretty sure she hear someone following her. Not really caring, she pretended to not notice the sound. With her luck toda, it would probably be Filch or Mrs. Norris. If that was the case, it was probably best to ignore the sound.

Cass giggle silently at the name Mrs. Norris? I mean, really, what grown man named their cat Mrs. Norris!? Her first cat had been name Mr. Mittens, but she had only been four for goodness sakes! It was more acceptable at that age. Don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the pair, but who would name their cat Mrs. Norris.

[ames]

Amelia sighed as she sat in the library, arms crossed over her writing notebook and her forehead resting against her arms. She had ventured into the library just after dinner, trying to write in her growing novel. She was already at 58 pages... she just needed... more. The story hadn't even begun to unfold in the misteries that were locked deep within the vaults of Amelia's mind waiting to be unleashed out onto the paper....

Amelia had eaten dinner and immidiatly gone to the Library, no one was in there except the librarain, who Amelia was friendly with (but then again Amelia was a complete Teacher's Pet...). She had been writing slowly for about an hour when her mind complete closed up. Not one idea could break through the wall in her creativity. She sat up again, staring down at her paper... it was useless. She couldn't keep writing. There was no way she could keep writing, her mind was tired, her eyes were tired, even her toes were tired. She sighed again, more disapointed at herself rather in boredom.

Suddenly the clock chimed 11 and Amelia's eyes widened. She was in so much trouble. She had NEVER been out passed curfew... what would they do to her? She bit her lip and quickly rammed all her things back into her book bag. The librarain was gone... when did she leave? Amelia shook her head, already feeling sick with worry from being out so late.

She left the library and hurried down the hall. Then she saw a girl in the hallway, no features could be made out yet. But as Amelia got closer, she realized it was just Cassandra, who was a year younger than Amelia and in the same house. She smiled and felt a bit relieved. Well at least a good student like Cassandra was out late as well. Amelia wondered if she should say Cassandra's name... NO! Every shy cell in Amelia's body screamed no... she knew she was much too shy to even say hello. That was always the way it was with her.