OPEN , its gotta be you

[PARKER SILVA]

Parker groaned tiredly, rolling out of his bed in the Gryffindor tower. It had to be early, there was no way it couldn't be. Unlike most of his friends, the naturally early-riser never slept past eight no matter what he had done the night before. Sleeping draughts never changed that, either. Besides, Parker didn't want to jinx himself, and even though he hated his sleeping pattern, he was glad that he was able to get himself up early enough to do whatever it is he planned on doing.

But, it was Saturday. Who in their right mind would be up at any time before eight in the morning on a Saturday?!

Right. Parker Silva would. He chuckled to himself and went on his way to get ready, taking all of twenty minutes to get changed and run a brush through his hair. Parker prided himself on his hair; constantly looking like he had just rolled of of bed, not a lot of people could get away with it and not have it look somewhat trashy at the same time. Spritzing some muggle body spray on his neck and wrists, Parker left the common room.

Heading for the grounds took him some time, it also didn't help that he spoke to the portraits as well. That was one of his favorite things in all of Hogwarts; the portraits. They had stories no one could top, and gossip that only they knew about. Once he hit the grounds, he looked behind him, then smirked and headed straight for the tallest, and largest tree on campus.

The Whomping Willow.

Antagonizing the tree was one of Parker's many pastimes. He'd throw stones and grass at its flailing limbs, waiting for it to tire out so he could see if he could find the knot at its trunk. Normally he never could, because the tree recoperated so fast, but maybe today he would be able to. "Hello friend," Parker called to the tree. "Ready for some fun?" And so he began, throwing twigs at the tree.

[ALLISON HAMILTON]

The nightmare's were back again.

Allie could feel it's hot breath on her neck, and fear over took her whole body. Allison could feel herself open her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. This is it, I'm going to die, her dream self thought, accepting death far too quickly than she would have liked. You're not back there, Allison thought to herself trying to wake herself up. This isn't real, She thought again trying to snap out of it. But it was all to real. The monster than raised it's monstrous paw and she could feel her eyes close, trying to brace herself for the pain that was sure to come. Only it didn't.

Allison sat up, gasping for breath as she looked around the girls dormitory, as if the monster were waiting to come and finish the job. But there was nothing but silence as she sat there, muscles tense, eyes looking around taking in every detail. After a couple of minutes Allie lifted her hand to the right side of her face and felt a faint scar there from when she was six, the scar stretched from her temple all the way to her chin. Wincing she looked at the clock; 8:05.

Groaning Allison kicked off her bead sheets, only to entangle her legs even more, then got out of bed on shaky legs, still unable to shake off the dream. For the past two nights Allie has finally gotten more than two hours of sleep, she should have known it wouldn't have last long. Walking over to the girls seventh year bathroom Allie took a long shower, trying to shake off the dream and clam down, it only helped slightly. When she got out she used her wand to blow dry her waist long wavy hair than braided it into it's usual side braid, threw on a shirt, a pair of jeans and left needing to get some fresh air.

Allie walked on the paved path, never wanting to stray too far from it and stayed far away from the Forbidden Forrest, afraid of what was lurking behind the shadows.

Then Allie heard something and froze, turning her head slowly, heart racing, she saw a boy around her age throwing something at the Whomping Willow. Biting her lip Allie stepped off the paved path and towards the boy.

“You shouldn't be doing that you know,” She said raising an eyebrow at Parker, a boy who she recognized from her year and her house.