Whisper Slowly

[Nie]

I'm not sure why I'm writing this, what exactly it's going to be about, or where it's going to head. I just feel like writing, and I'd rather write something andpost it up and get some critisism about how I should edit it rather than saving another file that will sit in a folder on my computer collecting cyber dust. Let me know what you think.

Note: Title may change.

Frail wisps of fog hung in the air as the sun rose on a chilly autumn morning. It was the sunrise of another dreary, lesson filled day for Lola, who was still asleep, curled up under a purple doona. Watery sunshine filtered through blue organza curtains, casting a pale, cold glow over her peaceful face; her dark hair sprawled out on the pillow framing her features. It made her look like a frozen angel.

A lithe, grey cat leaped up onto the foot of her bed and gracefully tiptoed up next to her. It stared at her patiently for a few moments before starting to preen itself delicately with it's tiny pink tongue. Soon, knowing that Lola had to get up, it gently licked her nose, then lept off the bed at lightning speed, just in time to miss colliding with Lola's now swinging arm. She opened one eye and glared at the cat who was now pacing up and down the floor.

"I really wish you wouldn't wake me up like that, Bast."

She shoved her face into the pillow for a moment before turning over to look at the calendar hanging on the wall near her bed. Just four more days to wait. She smiled, then slowly sat up and stretched, making the bedclothes crumple up round her middle. Loal pushed them aside and set her feet on the floor. She immediately wished that she hadn't and drew them back up again, leaning over to feel for her slippers that were hiding in the gloom under the bed.

"I really hate the cold stone floors in this castle."

Getting up and looking about she saw that the rest of her room mates had already left. It got her wondering just how long she had overslept.

"You silly cat. You never wake me up at the right time."

Absentmindedly she scratched him behind the ear then went to put on her black school robes and picking up her books, rushed out the door to catch the tail end of breakfast. She was late again.

Bah! Blank already. I'll come back to this...

[hermoine]

DOWNLOADING IDEAS!!

Keep writing. It's a really good story. PLEASE? You put a lot of detail in things which makes it more and more interesting.

DOWNLOAD COMPLETE!!

[Nie]

It's not that I'm out of ideas, Hermione, it's just that I lose the words and need time to find them again. Don;t worry, I want to write alot more of this if I can.

[Nie]

Lola hadn't even brushed her hair when she got down to the Great Hall, which was fuller than she expected. She hadn't overslept as much as she thought she had after all. A group of girls at the Slytherin table sniggered as she walked past.

"Hey Lola! I don't know how you do it. You'll have to teach me how to get that dragged-in-by-the-cat look every morning."

The girls broke out in a roar of laughter and Lola bowed her head, trying to get her messy locks to cover her face. She sat down at the table, not even taking notice of who she had sat next to, and rubbed the palms of her hands over face in an attempt to wake up some more. It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice call her name from another table that she looked around. Tristan was at the Hufflepuff table waving at her with a big grin on his face.

"You too good for us now, Lola? Why weren't we informed you'd changed to Ravenclaw?"

He was joking of course, but Lola was in fact sitting at the Ravenclaw table with some of the Ravens around her giggling softly to themselves.

"Come on then. Or you'll miss out on breakfast again, which would be a shame since you made it almost on time," Mitch called out to her again. He always teased her like that, but it was in good sport, and when she found the oppurtunity, Lola picked on him just as badly. Her thoughts on the matter were suddenly interuppted by a tap on the shoulder.

"You can sit here at the Ravenclaw table if you like. Most of us don't really mind that much."

Lola looked up to see one of the Ravenclaw girls in her year. She was tall and thin, but had an olive complexion and medium length brown hair with golden brown eyes. Michelle was her name, but Lola had heard several people call her Midge before. She didn't know why. Looking at her, Lola suddenly became nervous and a little uncomfortable.

"Umm...thankyou, but no. I kinda promised to eat with my frinds over there," she pointed to Tristan, Hayley and Sara at the Huff table.

"Hey, that's OK. Maybe some other time then." Midge looked a little disappointed, which made Lola feel even more uncomfortable.

"Maybe..." She smiled at Midge politely then hurried off to her friends at the Hufflepuff table.

[hermoine]

How can anyone mistake one table for another? ;D

That girl's name Midge, kind of reminds me of Eloise Midgeon. But it isn't her that's for sure.

Just keep writing, please?

[Nie]

Wow.

I totally forgot I was writing this. I'll try dig up the stuff I had on it and try post up some more in the next few days.

Glad you like it so far.