I woke up, sweating. That was all a dream. Everything that happened in those 24 hours was all a dream. How long was I out? The events, the craziness, the love...were all lies! Someone was controlling my dreams and my mind with their dirty minds, ewwww! I knew I never dream that kind of stuff. I got out of bed and went to the Dining Hall to gluttony myself out of this. As I entered, everything was back to normal. War ended, Voldemort dead and Snape wasn't killed. Bella is dead as well. Good. Jo told me that Demi and Draco was dating. Figures. So were Professors Snape and Black. Again, figures. Mab and Neville (I found out myself) are dating and so are Sara and Ron (I talked Sara into it, thank you very much). But the only thing of the dream that was real is Alec was missing. That sucks, doesn't it? When I went to bed and fell asleep, I had another vivid dream; I walked down a dark corridor. There was an open door, and really? An open door? As you would normally do, I walked myself in. I found a desk and 2 chairs, one on either side. A deep, mysterious voice said, "Take a seat, Miss. Lydia. I would like to talk to you." I did as I was told, I sat down. "As you know, you had dream right?" I nodded. "Under my control?" I gasped. I shooked my head no. I yelled, "Why are you controlling my dreams, you dirty son of a bitch?!" He laughed. What an evil son of a bitch he is, isn't he? The voice replied, "I am the one who watched you sleep, who been with you, kissed you. You don't know me nor my love. I do know you, the warmth of your love. I am a ghost of your true lover, not that little brat you call Alec. I took care of him." I was in a state of shock. He is a perv! A stalker! "What you do with him?" I cried. I need to know. "You would find out, my love. Till then, I will leave clues on where you can find me."
I woke up sweaty. As I got out of bed, a note fell. "Only three born under a full blue moon, will rise again real soon. Till we meet, keep in touch or you will get the first punch," I read. Me, Mab and Neville were born under the full blue moon. Are we the Bronze Trio?
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I woke up sweaty. As I got out of bed, a note fell. "Only three born under a full blue moon, will rise again real soon. Till we meet, keep in touch or you will get the first punch," I read. Me, Mab and Neville were born under the full blue moon. Are we the Bronze Trio?
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someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the day we are discarded and replaced with new editions or perhaps the next technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions or hear our voices saying things we never said until the students are lulled to sleep by the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the day we are discarded and replaced with new editions or perhaps the next technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions or hear our voices saying things we never said until the students are lulled to sleep by the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
