(Source: vampfashion)
Scarcely was the father in this world when the son could be found sitting on the roof. Who was the father? And who was the son?
Fire and smoke!
The once early morning had no faded to that time of night. Earth’s moon had taken on its job of illuminating the dark skies along next to the bright stars. Normally on such hot nights, Dormouse would head to the courtyard to gaze upon the night lights up high, but she instead found herself indoors, quite content with looking out the window from the common room. Surely everyone had retired to their rooms this evening, leaving Dormouse to dreamily stargaze from the comfort of the quiet, so when footsteps caused a stir in the once silent room, she immediately switched her attention to the figure approaching.
What she had pictured as one of the teachers to scold her for her absence in her dorm, was just another student. The calm of the night is what seemed to lessen her usual energetic level and she gave a meek smile to the brunette. “Oh hello,” she said in a small whisper. “Am I disturbing you? Perhaps then I shall leave?”
