Flying Monkeys! (anybody)

[kaddy]

"M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E. Mickey Mouse!" Danielle sang jumping around the common room. It was Saturday, and almost six in the morning. She'd woken up at four thirty, tried to sleep again, failed, got dressed and came down. Yup, that was it so now Danielle was singing a fun song while dancing wildly. She'd never actually seen Mickey Mouse in person though. He lived at Disneyland and she'd never been there yet. One of her relatives was obsessed with Mickey and had taught her the song. Crash! Danielle accidentally knocked over a vase. "There goes that. Oh well!" She said stepping over it and toward painting. I was of an old man, he looked really rich and was sitting in a big armchair. "Hello! I'm Danielle Pewter." She exclaimed waking him up. "What? I'm trying to sleep!" He yelled shaking his fist. "Well, you're a bundle of joy." Danielle muttered checking her watch. "Go back to sleep." She hurried over to an armchair and plopped down staring at the fire. "How long can I go without blinking?" Danielle asked herself. "One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi, five Mississippi, six- Ah it burns!" After blinking a few times she got up again. "Paper, paper, paper, paper. Pencil, quill, pen. Pen!" Danielle cried finding them. After grabbing them and sitting down at a table she began to draw.

The drawing was of five monkeys, they had huge wings and were flying! One was sitting on a cloud and was the ruler. He had a crown and a cane. Under the monkeys she drew water with a pig swimming in it. Also she added a gingerbread house with a gingerbread person tanning on the roof. Under the humongous sun. "Done! Now, singing and dancing!" Danielle said getting up. "We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine." She sang loudly. "Shut up!" An older student yelled from in the dormitories. "Make me!" Danielle yelled back. "That's what I thought." She mumbled after nothing happened. So she went back to dancing, singing and acting crazy.

((Yeah...Weird right? Um the song she was singing, was Yellow Submarine by the Beatles. Gotta love 'em! Anyway open to everyone! ;D))

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz sat in the common room. In front of her lay her potions books and three parchments that had been torn up and flung to the ground in anger. Blankly she stared at her next roll of parchment, her homework was due soon but she couldn't even bring herself to write her name let alone write the reasons why she needed to learn how to make something swell. In this manner Rosaliz passed an unknown amount of time, half the time she was yelling at herself, the other half she simply sat and stared blankly into the parchment. But she couldn’t concentrate on the work. She was to busy with her days work repeating in her mind over and over again. She was tired and drowsy.

It was about mid-night. She grabbed her quill in her hand feeling her fingers grip it really hard as if it had a mind of it’s own and would write the answers on the parchment for her. It was in this state that Rosaliz sat, unknown to the fact that if somebody was near or even in the common room with her. Rosaliz knew that she had to write three rolls of parchment about different kinds of potions such as the poly juice potion, love potion and luck potion. She didn't know what to write since she couldn't think straight. She had been tired and was practically to fall asleep on top of her homework. She then yawned very lightly rubbing her eyes once more. Her head was throbbing in pain, from thoughts that filled her mind and sleepiness trying to conquer her body.

The only was she knew what would keep her up was a bit of company. Her friends would always do that or just an overload of sugar that would make her incredibly hyper. Sadly she didn’t have any so she had to rely on herself. She then remembered what the professor had been talking earlier in class. The love potion was a potion that made you incredibly in love. The poly juice transforms a person into someone else, but you have to use bits of the person you're transforming into. And the lucky potion is Felix Felicis. But how was she going to write this into three pages. There were two ways. Either to write REALLY big or write in the ingredients for each potion? Either way she didn’t know. Shrugging off the idea. Hoping that somebody, anybody. Would cheer her up.....

Rosaliz's had heared a noise in the distance. Where did it come from? She lifted her head, with a peice a parchment stuck to her cheek. She fell asleep!!! taking off the parchment she looked around. She had spotted a firstie dancing. Looking at her wrist watch it had read, 6:00. Rosaliz rubbed her eyes. The girl seemed to have a lot of energy in the mourning. It did look quite fun. She walked up to the girl and "hey may I join with your fun?"

[sophsta]

Harriet had been in the girls dorm for a couple of hours trying to sleep. She had just had a bar of choclate (harriet + chocolate= sugar high). She ran downstairs spinning around and singing random songs. Her friend Danielle was there too. They both started dancing madly around the room when the common room door burst open. "What on earth are you two doing?." It was the head teacher of Gryffindor House. Harriet, was too afraid to speak so she waited for Danielle to say something

[kaddy]

Danielle continued to sing, dance and act completely crazy until a girl said something to her. "Oh, yes, of course you can join in!" Danielle said to the girl. Wondering why she had asked to in the first place. As far as she was concerned anyone could join in. No matter the year and house. Even the scary older students and Slytherins! Though, once she actually thought about it Danielle realized something. Would the older students (and Slytherins) actually even consider talking to her? No. Way. Of course they wouldn't, the reasons? One she was an 'ickle firstie'. Two she was very weird. (Even her parents said so.) Three, she had the common sense of an infant. (Also said by her parents and brother.) Four, mature, old people got on her nerves. Five, Danielle, being an immature eleven year old would probably get on their nerves. And six, Danielle rambled way too much. Besides, She thought, absentmindedly biting her nails. even if they could handle my lack of maturity and common sense. The Slytherin people all seem so...intimidating. Just like teachers, they are, grumpy, intimidating and occasionally, nice.

Anyway in the process of all of that 'hard work' (thinking) Danielle ended up forgetting the girl whom she'd been talking to's name! "What's your name again?" She asked feeling very stupid. "I'm sure I've met you before, I just can't remember, sorry." Grinning sheepishly she stood there awhile before she noticed Harriet. "Oh, hey Harriet! Come on over and meet um. This girl, who's name I can't remember!"