Late Night Noises ((anyone and everyone))

[aggielover123]

With persperation beads on her forehead Morgan woke up frowning. For the first time that year she felt completely sick to her stomach. Sighing she laid in bed for a few moments hoping for the aching to pass quickly, but with no such luck she slowly put her feet on the floor, trying to balance. Looking at the clock she saw it was midnight. Rolling her eyes she made up her bed and picked up her extra pillows off the floor. Laying them neatly on top of the covers she straightened the bottom hem at the end of her blanket. Finishing she figured with a small sound proof spell no one would hear her if she took a shower. So grabbing her wand she summoned her robe and then walked toward the bathroom. Turning the knobs on she waited until it was almost boiling before she got in.

Thirty-five minutes later she was in her robe and walking around the bathroom. With her blonde hair looking stringy and shaggy like a wet dogs she picked up her wand and quickly dried, untangled, and straightened it. trying to get her mind off of her sick stomach she had an idea. Muttering a spell she watched as her hair went from an Angelic blonde to jet black. Knowing she could easily take it out she left the room and went and slipped into some comfy muggle basketball shorts (silver with black stripes down the side), a white tank, and some comfy white ankle socks. Looking around her room she quietly left and went down to the common rom, glad she had no early classes. Sitting down in her favorite chair by the fire she nodded off, more dreams and words flying though her brain.

Turning over Morgan realized she wasn't in her bed as she fell out of the chair. A loud bang going through the room she realized she probably had woken at least one person up. Frowning at herself she quickly got up and sat back down, wondering what she had just done.

[mongaj]

Finishing a sentence, Landon peered up from his journal and noticed a girl walk into the common room from the girl's dormitory. She had black hair, and looked vaguely familiar to a blonde girl he had seen around. It was late though, and he only figured his eyes were playing tricks on him. The girl didn't seem to notice him in the corner as she found a chair and dozed of rather quickly. Thinking nothing of it, Landon went back to his journal, recording the days events.

It had been a unique day, that was for sure. Miah, Landon's young owl had brought back news from his aunt and uncle explaining that he and his sister Lexie would be traveling with them this summer. The idea seemed nice, and Landon was sure he would have some fun on the trip. Lexie usually had a way of making things interesting. The vacation included stops in Rome, Athens, and Paris; all popular European cities that Landon had always wanted to visit someday. Even if his aunt and uncle were not the best of company, it was sure to be a broadening experience for the two teenagers. As he finished up writing his thoughts on the recent news, his mind wandered to another topic.

Knowing that he was about to begin his sixth year at Hogwarts, Landon had constantly been pondering what exactly he would do when his time at the school ended. With Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts as some of his favorite subjects, Landon often thought of maybe working at somewhere like St. Mungo's. His broad knowledge of charms would be helpful, and with the current situation of dark wizards about, he was sure to be helpful in healing some of the many people that may come in with curses or such. But it was just a thought. He had many ideas, each as different as the one before. He simply couldn't make up his mind.

THUD!

A loud noise interrupted Landon's muse and he looked toward the place where the sound came from. Sure enough, the girl who had walked in earlier was on the ground looking a bit dazed. She quickly got back to her chair and looked a bit upset. A small chuckle escaped before Landon could stop it. He couldn't help but find it slightly funny, but then realizing his rudeness quickly offered an apology. "I'm sorry. Are you alright?" he asked. Standing up, he walked over toward the girl and took a seat close to hers by the fire. "I'm Landon," he added, "but I don't think we've met. You do look awfully familiar though."

[aggielover123]

Startled as she heard the guy chuckle she slowly turned her head. "Holy crap!" she said seeing him, only to hear him ask her some questions and get into a se4at near her. "I'm fine." she said, reagaining her awareness. "Oh, I'm Morgan Collins. I tend to mess around with the color of my hair someitmes. It's usualy blonde. I guess did it earlier with out realizing it." she said, taking the fact of where she was, who she was, and why she was there. Her stomach still upset she sat deeper into the chair and looked across from her. "What year are you in Landon?" she asked curiously as he sat by the fire.

Glancing around she was suprised at the clock. Remebering her dreams she smiled. It was of her and her muggle friends back home dancing around in her room to Panic! At The Disco. Which was Morgan's favorite muggle band. All of them were dancing around to I Write Sins Not Tragedies and that was it. She was just having her normal, fun and happy times that she had at home, some of which she had never experienced at Hogwarts. Her first three years at Hogwarts had been a blur. She just did everything the teachers gave her and was near the top of her class, with her work and extra credit she had never really had much time for chatting. She would write home and her parents would give her friends her letters. She had never told her friends though, they thought she went to a boarding school in London while it was really Hogwarts.Landon waking her from her thoughts she looked back at the fire, watching the way the flames danced, glad that some things were active at the moment.

[mongaj]

Landon was glad to find that the girl was okay after her small fall. He still fought back the laughter inside, as it was pretty funny. Not being the rude type however, he kept himself from laughing aloud as he listened to her explain her habit of coloring her hair. As he imagined her with blonde hair, he instantly was able to recall seeing her before and he recognized her right away. When she said her name, it wasn't one that he had heard before. It didn't surprise him though as he wasn't too familiar with many of the students in his house. He only recognized their faces for the most part and nothing else.

"I'm in my fifth year," he responded to her question. "And I would guess," he continued, "that you are either in your third or fourth, judging by your appearance and the fact that I know you are not in my year or older." It really was hard to tell at their age. Some people he knew looked way older than what they really were, and yet there were still some who were as old as him but still looked young. He thought he was safe though for guessing Morgan as a third or fourth. She looked way to old to be a first or second year.

"So what brings you to the common room at such a late hour?" he asked, realizing that Morgan was probably wondering the same for him. He assumed she couldn't sleep or something of the sort; a feeling he was becoming quite accustomed to lately. With the school year ending and all, Landon was staying up late, studying extra hard. He wanted to finish strong in all of his classes, even though it took a lot out of him sometimes.

The clock above the fireplace chimed once, indicating that it was 1 o'clock in the morning. A yawn made its way to Landon's mouth as he reached up to cover it. "Ahhh," he sighed loudly, "can you believe the time? It never fails that when I begin to write in my journal that the time passes like it never existed. You would think I would tire of writing, " he said with a small grin. Silence ensued, and he just sat there, wondering if Morgan was completely bored with their conversation, or simply as tired as he was quickly becoming.

[aggielover123]

ooc: I am eating lunch as I do this so if there are any mistakes, sorry!

"Oh, I am in my third!" she said trying to read the odd expression on his face. Giggling to herself she noted that he had been writing in hiding, well maybe not hiding but where no one could see him. Seeing his journal she kind of guessed of what he was doing before he even said so. Hearing him ask her why she was up she said, "Well to days before now I had been sick and I guess I am still getting small stomach pains, I didn't want to go to the hospital wing so I stayed here and tried getting better myself because that place freaks me out." grinning at her fear she tried relaxing more comfortably in her chair as her stomach got continuely worse. As she thougt of other sicknesses she had had she remembered one impaticular where her mother and father couldn't even make it stop magically, though it did stop a week later, they figured some near by wizarding family had gotten her sick seeing as she lived beside all of her muggle friends.

Later they had found out it was from a crank potion, someone just trying to be cruel and make their lives a bit more entertaining is how Morgan's dad had said it. Landon's words shaking her from her thougts she looked up to the clock as he did. "I write too!" she said, "Just I only write when it's raining or when I am in a bad mood. For some reason I write better at those times!" Wondering why this was so she looked out the window, only to see her cat Leo resting on the windowsill. "You stupid cat!" cat she muttereded, rolling her eyes with humor. "Leo, come hear!" she said in a monotone of softness. As ordered her pure white cat jumped into her lap, glad for the attention he hadn't received in a while.

"So, do you write often?" she aske dturning her attention back to Landon as she gently pet Leo's fur. Some said he should have been named Carmel because he liked candy so much but she name dhim after his sign, glad that muggle astroligy didn't bore her like it did many others. Watching her cat Morgan quickly saw that the cat's eyes had something's attention because of the way they peirced the window with such control. Rolling her eyes she let him go and the cat pounced up to the windowsill waiting for whatever it was to come back.

[mongaj]

She was in her third year. His guess was accurate. Smiling, he listened as she provided a reason for her late visit to the common room. "Sick?" he questioned cautiously. He didn't want any illness that she may have to spread to him if it were contagious. That would be a terrible way to start the summer; lying in bed sick while the rest of the world enjoyed the beautiful weather. On the other had, as long as he had his journal, Landon knew he would be quite content.

Almost as if she read his mind, Morgan entered into the topic of writing. She explained her habits of writing while at the same time, she called over her cat Leo. Not a big fan of cats, Landon watched it closely, hoping it wouldn't get any closer than it already was. He wasn't sure what it was about cats, but something made him think they were sneaky and sly. They always seemed as if they were up to something. Possibly sensing Landon's apprehension, the cat bolted toward the window and out of sight.

Turning his attention back to Morgan, Landon thought about the question she asked. It seemed silly to him, but he knew that it was only because writing was a necessity for him. "I write pretty frequently," he answered politely. It was probably an understatement, but he wasn't too keen on making his writing sound like an obsession. Writing made him feel better, and he knew that it was something he could always do. "Most of what I write is random though," he added, assuming she might next move onto the topic of what he wrote about. "You know, things like short stories, poems, and stuff like that. Very little of what I write is personal accounts." This was mostly true, but as of late, Landon had been writing a lot about himself and his life. Because of the high amount of stress, he was tending to rely more and more on using writing to calm himself. Maybe it is an obsession! he thought to himself, but then shook off the thought and waited for a response from Morgan.

[aggielover123]

Grinning at him she spoe, "Writing and drawing have always been my number two hobbies, drawing omes first though! You see, I draw what I see in my head, and then I write a story about its origination." Laughing at her eagerness Morgan looked at his journal again, wondering if he read as much as she did. "Do you have a favorite poem?" she asked him curiously. Knowing hers by heart. It was called "And Still I Rise". It went like this:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.