Sammy Meeks
February 16, 2015 3:33 PM
You dare waketh the beast?! by Sammy Meeks
Sammy hadn’t been sleeping well since getting to Sonora, and she wasn’t quite sure why. The bed was nice--actually, it was super nice, a lot softer than the one she had at home. She didn’t think it was the roommate aspect either, because she liked being around people and had always wished she had someone to share a room with back home, since her only sibling was her teenage brother. And it wasn’t being away from him and their moms, either, because they all wrote frequently.The only explanation the eleven year old could even conceive of was that she was simply so astounded by magic that she couldn’t sleep. That is, her life was finally cooler than her dreams. It was a very fulfilling notion, especially since she had achieved such crazy happiness at such a young age; this was the kind of joy that people begged for, working all their lives to get someplace and hoping, just hoping, it would all pay off in the end. Sammy didn’t know what she had done to deserve Sonora, but this was amazing.
But while this sensation was cool and whatever, it was also very tiring. Her grades were mediocre at best, mostly because she couldn’t help but spacing out or even dozing off sometimes because she was so gosh darn tired. And it was a mean, annoying cycle.
Fed up, she tried to take a nap in her bed one evening, but after an hour, that proved impossible, so she grumbled on down to the Common Room and plopped on the couch, cracking open her Potions book and pretending to know the stuff in it before she read it. But then she noticed something: this couch was really comfortable. And, in fact-
Before she could even finish the thought, Sammy was out. Her grip loosened by sleep, the Potions book laid flat on top of her chest, rising and falling softly with her breathing. And she stayed like that for a while, only being woken up by a sudden loud noise, which jarred her awake. At the stimulus, she bolted upright, her book falling off the couch, and big, grey eyes glanced around aimlessly for an explanation until they settled upon another student. “Whawazzat?” she slurred sleepily.
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