Nightmares * Open

[trista marie watkins]

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With a start Trista sat up in her bed, panicking as she took in her surroundings. Even in the darkness she could tell that she was in Hogwarts, her dorm mates snoring, or breathing heavily, around her were proof of that. That was when Trista realized that it was just a dream, no matter how real it felt. And it felt frighteningly real, that's what had her heart pounding in her chest. The sight of her mum, dad, step-mum, sisters and brothers all laying there, eyes frozen in fear, dead was still on her mind. Like most of her nightmares, Trista had forgotten how this one started but remembered the outcome vividly. It took her a moment to calm herself before she settled back down in her bed, and closed her eyes trying to fall into an easy sleep once more. It seemed that her mind had other plans for her, it seemed that once she had fallen into a light sleep the nightmare repeated itself, terrifying Trista in consciousness once again. The dream only had one difference, that being that she was the one firing off the killing curses that kill her family members. Again Trista had to calm herself as she sat up in her bed. "I'm at Hogwarts. I'm safe, my family is safe." She told herself, blinking the tears from her eyes.

One of the girls, Trista couldn't see who, muttered "Shut up Trista, go back to sleep." From her bed, causing the red-headed girl to roll her eyes. It became apparent that Trista wouldn't be getting anymore sleep, as her mind saw fit to keep frightening her whenever she got comfortable. 'How rude!' She thought as she began searching for her wand, which she usually kept under her pillow while she slept. She knew that she had nothing to fear at school, and that there was nothing serious going on in the wizarding world, but she liked to keep her wand near her at all times. Locating it, exactly where she had left it, Trista held it out as she said "Lumos Minima." Softly and saw a light, just bright enough for to see between her bed and the door to the fourth year girls dorm. Trying to find her slippers and bathrobe, both of which were located at the foot of her bed, Trista pointed her wand in whatever direction she needed to see in. After pointing it toward the form of another sleeping girl she heard a muffled "Turn that bloody light out, some of us are trying to sleep." Causing her to set her wand next to her on the ground, slipping her slippers on before donning her teal, terry bathrobe her Mum had gotten her over the summer.

Running her fingers through her curly, red hair that had become slightly tangled in her slumber, Trista left the fourth year girls dorm and eventually the Ravenclaw common room altogether. She knew that she didn't need to be out of the common room during what was still considered curfew, despite that it was the early hours of the morning, but Trista was still terrified of her previous nightmare and sitting in a dark, quiet dormitory only made her fear grow even more. Not wanting to wander in the corridors, Trista decided that perhaps it was best for her to stay in the area of the towers. With her allergy to all sorts of animals, Trista knew that the owlery was out of the question, and the empty tower made her nervous, there was no way she was going back to Ravenclaw tower at the moment. The made the Astronomy tower the only option she had left, which was great as that was her favorite place to see the stars anyway. Being careful not to drag her feet, Trista walked up the stairs that lead to the place she had her heart set on. At the top she poked her head on, checking to see that no one else occupied it, Trista stepped in and found a chair to stand on and pulled it to one of the windows so she could stand on, there was no other way she would be able to reach it. How she hated being short. "Nox." she said, making the light on the tip of her wand go out. She stuck her wand in the pocket of her terry robe before propped her arms on the sill and laid her chin on her folded arms, staring up in the sky...admiring the stars shining brightly above her.

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STATUS; Complete
TAGGED; Anyone
OUTFIT; THIS
NOTES; Hi there
LISTENING TO; Honeymoon Avenue - Ariana Grande
LYRICS; If I die young by. THE BAND PERRY
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[sirius orion black]

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
BUT I'VE BECOME WHAT I CAN'T BE
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Sirius Orion Black had always been one restless boy who did not know how to manage his time properly when it came to his schoolwork. Of course the boy’s talent with time management lie on a completely different area - troublemaking. He had always had a knack for practical jokes and mayhem and always managed to squeeze plans to do it in between classes. Of course, he always does it with the help of his best friends James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin. However, that night, Sirius wanted to act alone. He felt that what he had in mind was too simple to involve four people. So, when it was around nine o’clock in the evening and people in the common room were starting to retreat to their dormitories, Sirius told his best friends that the Astronomy essay’s due date, which was tomorrow, completely slipped from his mind. Of course, he normally would have asked Remus to do it for him since his friend has always been willing to help, but he had other plans for that night… wicked plans.

Sirius worked on his essay hurriedly, wanting to be over and done with it as soon as possible. His excited mind, although exceedingly bright, was just up to neither the task of reading the Astronomy book, which was cracked open on the center table, nor was it up to write a three feet essay on Astronomy. He fidgeted a lot and looked at the common room fire, a mischievous glint in his stormy eyes, as he thought of the minor details of his one-man prank. He wondered where he would stage it, thinking of who he wanted to be pissed the most. The caretaker, Argus Filch, came to mind. Oh how he would love to annoy the bloody caretaker. A door closing somewhere behind him snapped him out of his reverie and he looked around, he realize that the sixth year Gryffindor prefect, the last one in the common room with him, must have retired to bed. Realizing that no one was on his way in getting out of the common room, not that anyone succeeded in stopping him from sneaking out before, he swiftly wrote the conclusion of his essay, writing a bit bigger so it would be exactly three feet. He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face as he rolled it up and stuffed it neatly in his rucksack along with his slightly used Astronomy book, ink bottle and quill.

Not wanting to risk waking up any of the second year boys in his dormitory, Sirius decided against going upstairs to stow his rucksack under his bed. Leaving his bag on the couch, Sirius slinked toward the portrait hole and noiselessly made his way to the secret passageway that led very near the entrance hall. He quietly opened the door and made three dung bombs go off in Filch’s office, closed it and pressed an ear to the door. He doubled over with silent laughter upon hearing Filch curse rather colorfully and scream bloody murder. The sound made adrenaline course through his veins and he ran for it, wiping his dirty hands on the front of his robes. “Blaaaacccck!!!!!!” Filch roared and cursed not too far behind him and this made him snort into his hand and ran faster, taking two flights of stairs at a time. It took him three secret passageways and two trapdoors before he finally managed to get Filch off his back. Panting, he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in the highest part of the school, at the top landing of the spiral staircase that led to the astronomy tower. He did not know how he managed to run from the ground floor to the astronomy tower without stopping. This instigated another chuckle to escape his lips.

It took at least a couple of minutes to calm his breathing and to stop himself from laughing at what he did. Sirius was about to descend the spiral staircase and walk back to the Gryffindor tower when he heard the sound of what could only be a chair being pulled from somewhere inside the Astronomy Classroom. Sirius took his wand out of his pocket just in case whoever was behind the door attacked, turned around and slowly and quietly opened the door. He took a peek and saw a rather small girl climbing into a chair. With an amused smirk, he watched her as she made herself comfortable and watched the stars. Realizing that the girl was not a threat because judging by her height, he could deduce that she was a mere first year, he grinned, slipped his wand into his pocket, stealthily slipped into the room, close the door behind him silently and made his way to the sweet-looking girl, who looked beautiful under the starry night sky. He caught a whiff of the putrid odor that came off of the front of his robes, where he wiped the dung bomb stain off of his palms not long ago, and had to fight of a chuckle from erupting out of his throat by biting his lip. He stopped walking at about ten feet from the girl. Still grinning, he made a tutting sound loud enough for the girl to hear before straightening up and saying, “You know, you can get a week’s worth of detention at the very least just for being out of bed after hours don’t you?” in his recently perfected prefect tone and shaking his head at the small girl in disapproval.

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WORD COUNT 927
NOTES Hi to you too xD
TAGGED Trista
STATUS Finished
CREDITS Stop and Stare - OneRepublic
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[trista marie watkins]

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Hearing what sounded like footsteps approaching the Astronomy tower Trista only looked back momentarily, and when no one came in she turned her attention back towards the night sky. At first the only thing that caught her attention was the most awful smell she experienced. It was odd simply because the air outside was pleasantly fresh, nothing foul about it at all. She passed it off as it being her imagination at first and didn’t think anymore about it. Then it came back again, but this time it smelled worse, which she couldn't believe was even possible. Trista had thought she was by herself, but when she heard a tutting noise from somewhere behind her, causing her to whip around on the chair she was currently standing on, almost losing her balance, her hand moving slightly towards her wand. Once she heard a boys voice say “You know, you can get a week’s worth of detention at the very least just for being out of bed after hours don't you?” She raised an eyebrow, as if she didn’t know that already. You don’t go to a school for four years and be unaware of the repercussions of being out of bed after hours. She hated how he talked to her like she was a lowly first year, like she was new at Hogwarts. From the looks of him, he couldn't have been older than a second, maybe third, year.

Trista hopped down from the chair she had used for a momentary boost, so her feet were now planted firmly on the ground and she was at a more even level with him. “First, don't talk to me like I'm new here.” her irritation disappearing after she said “I'm more than aware of the rules.” then she carried on, in a much softer manner more common for her “And that didn’t seem to keep you in your bed either, now did it?” her voice more quiet than it had been when he first told her that a weeks detention would be given to any student out of bed after hours. It wasn't often that Trista came anywhere near losing her temper with anyone, especially younger students. If it wasn't for the fact that people were constantly treating her like she didn’t know anything about the wizarding world, just because her parents were muggles, she wouldn’t have at all. It’s just that it seemed to have happened a lot since the end of her second year, and it really was frustrating. Sure she didn’t know much about it when she received her letter or when she started Hogwarts even, but Trista felt that she had been evolved in this world long enough to know something about it. Especially something as mediocre as school rules, which she usually strived to abide by.

Sighing Trista pushed a few red curls away from her face, reminding herself that he had only stated a fact and not started the usual verbal assaults that most students her age, and older, seemed to like to bring about. It was always easy to target the quiet ones, but this boy hadn’t done that. This made her think he was different from the rest of them...well, she hoped so. Thinking of the students who though themselves to be better than her, because of their heritage, Trista’s mind was drawn back to the reason she was out of bed to begin with. When she had gone to bed, she was thinking about something a boy in her own house had said about her parents just hours before. Perhaps that was the reason for her nightmare? But why would something he had said make her have dreams about killing her own family members? That didn’t really make much since, but dreams very seldom did. Not wanting to think about it any longer, Trista mentally shook herself and looked back at the young looking boy, now unsure of what to say.

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STATUS; Complete
TAGGED; Anyone
OUTFIT; THIS
NOTES;  Finally posted! Again, sorry for taking so long. Things have been hectic around here, and Trista still being fairly new to me doesn't help things much.

LISTENING TO; Dime que hago - Farruko
LYRICS; If I die young by. THE BAND PERRY
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[sirius orion black]

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
BUT I'VE BECOME WHAT I CAN'T BE
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It was obvious that he caught the girl off guard. He liked surprising people so he grinned widely when the girl whipped around so suddenly she almost lost her balance. If Sirius Black lacked even just a miniscule amount of self-control, he would have laughed right there and then. He just sounded like any ridiculous prick who would try to stop him and his friends from pulling a prank right under their nose. His gaze then fell to her face. He took in her appearance. She had beautiful face. Her eyes were a lovely shade of brown and somehow had the effect of making her look like a sweet girl from Hufflepuff. So, when she raised an eyebrow at him, he ended up forcing his laugh to sound like a cough. He knew Hufflepuffs were nice folk and actually he had never seen any of them irritated for any reason.

His eyes followed her as she hopped off the chair. Now that she had no leverage, he realized how short she really was. He and she were almost of the same height. This observation solidified his presumption that she was indeed a first year. When the girl told him off about talking to her like she was new and that she was aware of the rules, he smirked at her. Some nerve she has got for a first year. Judging from the tone of her voice she was slightly vexed. As he had not meant to irritate for he was just fooling around, her reaction made him immediately judge the girl as someone as uptight as Evans. He quickly dismissed the idea though, as the girl was out of bed after curfew. Lily Evans would never break the rules like that. Plus, her voice softened a little. Lily Evans' voice would have gone louder and louder. The girl spelled naughty first year Hufflepuff breaking the rules quite clearly, he decided.

His smirk turned into a look that was a hybrid between hilarity and incredulity when she said that rules did not keep him from being out of bed after hours either. “Me? Staying in bed? Because of the rules?” He stared at her like she had gone barmy. She obviously did not know him. “I tell you, the day I start staying in bed just to follow some petty rules is the day Dumbledore will shave his beard.” He added matter-of-factly, flashing her his signature cocky grin.

He regarded her for a while and wondered what brought her out of bed. She did not seem like a troublemaker to him. But he liked her attitude. She was a first year already breaking the rules. She reminded him of himself. “So,” He drawled cockily to snap her out of her reverie. “What brought you out of bed?” He asked out of curiosity, his stormy gray eyes on the girl. “Not that I don’t approve, of course. Sneaking out after curfew… that’s something especially for a first year Hufflepuff like yourself.” Sirius grinned at her, having no qualms whatsoever in calling her a first year and a Hufflepuff. 

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WORD COUNT 515
NOTES It's alright. Really. :]
TAGGED Trista
STATUS Finished
CREDITS Stop and Stare - OneRepublic
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[trista marie watkins]

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By now Trista was ready to knock that stupid smirk off of this boys face. Not that she was a particularly violent person, but she was tired and he was irritating her. She really wasn’t the friendliest person when she wasn’t sleeping well, in fact most people in her family weren’t. Trista did not miss the look on his face when he said “Me? Staying in bed? Because of the rules?” and she rolled her eyes, something about the way he spoke either screamed Slytherin or Gryffindor. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had turned out to be in either, both houses had a tendency to be rather cocky. Still noting that he had the same incredulous look on his face, Trista wanted so desperately to tell him to wipe of off or she’d be willing to do it for him. “I tell you, the day I start staying in bed just to follow some petty rules is the day Dumbledore will shave his beard.” She didn’t make it a point to talk to people in her own house, so it wasn’t a big surprise that she didn’t keep tabs on members of other houses. “If that’s the case then you’ve probably seen more of the detention room than any other classroom in this school.” She let slip, not realizing it until it was too late.

It really was much too late, or early depending on how you wanted to see it, and she had no control over much of what she was saying. Normally she was the quiet type of girl, keeping to herself for the most part. What got her going what when people were being, in ways, hypocritical; much like this boy. Now that Trista thought about it, he looked familiar but she just couldn’t put a name to his face. Finding her eyes starting to feel heavy again, Tris felt like she could drift off while standing up. “So,” She brought her attention back, yet again, she heard him speak again “What brought you out of bed?” In her head she snapped ‘Mind your own business’ but on the outside she merely shrugged as she tried to reply, but then he said “Not that I don’t approve, of course. Sneaking out after curfew… that’s something especially for a first year Hufflepuff like yourself.” and her features went from irritated and tired, to a look of incredulity. She couldn’t believe he thought she was a Hufflepuff, and she didn’t think she looked that much like a first year.

“I’m neither a first year nor a Hufflepuff.” She hissed, eyes narrowing in his direction “And if you must know, I’m out of bed at this ungodly hour because I have really bad nightmares.” She tacked on the last bit, feeling a little embarrassed to have admitted that. No one outside of her family knew of her dreams, nor did they know how much they truly terrified her. “From the looks of you, I’d say you were a second year...even if you seem too comfortable with rule breaking.” She told him. Trista honestly couldn’t believe he had called her a Hufflepuff! In her four years of attending Hogwarts she had never felt more insulted. Sure her step-sister was a Hufflepuff, and they were generally pretty friendly to other houses, Trista just didn’t like being considered one. She was very proud of being a Ravenclaw and would never claim otherwise. As for the age thing, her mum would always say “Think of it this way, when you’re in your thirties you’ll look like you’re, or about to be, in your twenties. You should be thankful, many older women wish they could look so youthful.” which Tris always found too annoying.

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STATUS; Complete
TAGGED; Sirius Black
OUTFIT; THIS
NOTES;  I'm sorry for taking so long to reply!!!

LISTENING TO; Dime que hago - Farruko
LYRICS; If I die young by. THE BAND PERRY
CREDITS; THIS TEMP WAS MADE BY LUPITA OF CAUTION 2.0. PLEASE DON'T REMOVE THE CREDITS FROM IT, AND IF YOU COULD SHOW WHERE YOU'VE USED IT THAT WOULD BE GREAT!

[sirius orion black]

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
BUT I'VE BECOME WHAT I CAN'T BE
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Sirius was not oblivious or stupid but he really did not know why the girl had blurted out those words. If it was meant to sting, then she did not succeed at all. And, her lack of success was very apparent on Sirius’ expression as the young Black heir grinned brightly at her. “That’s about right, little one.” He snickered cockily. “And I think you’d do well if you followed my example. After all, you and I both know that with all the boring classes in this school, the detention room is, by far, the most interesting one.” Sirius said coolly and ran a hand through his to hair, as if it would add more suave to his previous statement. He looked at the girl from head to toe swiftly, a cocky smirk on his face.

Sirius watched the transitions of expressions on the girl’s face and grinned. A look of irritation crossed her face and there was no mistaking it. He was a tease just as much as he was a prankster so seeing people get irritated made him feel good. Since he was a little boy, he lived to be his parents’ life time supply of day-to-day annoyances. Unlike other children who took delight in having their parents beam at them with pride, Sirius’ happiness lie on the complete opposite. He swelled whenever his parents sneered at him and threw him looks of annoyance, disgust and disappointment. So, instead of being a bit shaken, like a normal person, by the vexation that was apparent on the girl’s tone and facial expression, Sirius just stood there, completely unfazed. If anything, the girl hissing and narrowing her eyes at him only made him grin. Just as he was about to open his mouth to return her hiss with a cool retort, the girl started spilling her reasons as to why she was out of bed in the first place.

Sirius Black’s smirk disappeared. He looked at the girl and felt bad for her. He was very familiar with nightmares because he had had more than a fair of it. Although his were completely different from the girl’s seeing as hers happened while she was sleeping. Sirius’ occurred when he was wide awake. The first eleven years of his life were spent with his worthless parents and obnoxious brother and if every waking moment of it was not what would be considered a nightmare, he did not know what was. He did not know what the girl’s nightmare was about but he was pretty confident that it could not be worse than his. Despite this though, he still thought that a nightmare was a nightmare so he eyed the girl in a concerned way- a look that only his friends saw from time to time. It was simliar to the look her threw Remus when he came back after "seeing his mother" looking quite beaten up. When the girl said that he looked like a second year, Sirius just smirked. “Well, that’s because I’m a second year.” Sirius said, waving a hand dismissively. One thing about Sirius was that he was easily distracted and his attention was diverted from teasing her to being concerned about her nightmares. “Anyway, are you alright?” He asked, his concerned look coming back as quickly as it had disappeared just about a second ago. “I’ve had plenty of nightmares myself. Drinking hot cocoa always helped.” He said in a conversational tone, flashing her a small smile. 

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WORD COUNT 557
NOTES Don't worry about. It's alright. xD
TAGGED Trista
STATUS Finished
CREDITS Stop and Stare - OneRepublic
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