For Never & Never [Mathew]

[Morgan Malfoy]

[/i] to get on her last nerves? Tonight though, even though she hadn't really been very tired due to sleeping in for far too long that morning, the only reason Morgan kept waking up was because of her own strange thoughts. The other girls all made strange noises in their sleep, and Morgan had begun having funny dreams. Everytime she managed to fall asleep she’d toss and turn, having what she thought was called a night terror. It was awful. She screamed out and often woke the other girls in the dormitory. She’d decided from now on, she’d overdose her intake of caffeine and just not go to sleep; it would be a hell of a lot better than going through something as scary as that.

She sat up, too restless to stay in her hot and sticky bed. She pulled the covers off her bed and stepped out quietly. She ran along through the dormitory, pausing slightly to check out her gaunt and tired appearance in the mirror. Her eyeliner from yesterday was still apparent under her blue eyes, now having a smokey look about them. Her hair was in a bunch, going this way and that, but she managed to comb it down with her fingers, not really caring what she looked like this late at night.

Out in the corridors of the castle, Morgan crept about, stepping lightly where she knew there were floorboards that groaned and creaked. Everything about this place was old, not just the floorboards. But for seventh years such as herself, they could get around the castle unheard, from years and years of practice. Watching the shadows on the other side of the corridor, Morgan treaded the carpeted floor slowly, knowing there was some enchantment over the next couple of meters.


Morgan made her way along to the Trophy room, she wanted to scout out whether her parents had actually won any awards. From the years she had spent in there, she’d never seemed to find them, but she could try again couldn’t she. Maybe this time the search wouldn’t be quite so fruitless. Maybe she’d actually find something to make herself even more proud of her parents, and not disappointed with their lack of achievement. For Malfoy’s they sure seemed to be underachievers, for what she’d heard of her ancestors, they were all great pureblood wizards who’d managed to achieve great things, but it simply didn’t seem like it now. Her eyes scanned the names printed on the trophies. So much for an award winning family..[/ul][/size]

[Mathew Zabini]

Tonight Mathew Zabini is going make history. He had the map of the school, the papers, everything he needed, and most importantly, his wand. The prank he was about to do is going to be the biggest one ever, even bigger than what Fred and George Weasley have done.
It took a few minutes to think about this, but he is planning to do this prank alone, not to get all the glory or anything, but so that he can only trust himself. Trusting other people is too risky, especially for something like this. He didn’t want it to be like last time.

Mathew crunched by a shelf that was in the corner of an empty hallway at night. He knew this hallway led to the trophy room, the room he needed to be in. He scanned his eyes around, looking to see if there was anyone. It was pitch black, but he listened closely and could not hear a single sound except what seems to be someone snoring. All the way from here? I wouldn’t want to be whoever that sleeps by that person. He thought to himself, and then laughed. Suddenly he realizes he didn’t want to make a lot of noise and stopped. The night wasn’t going to get any better, so he quickly moved down the hallway inch by inch, his body in a position that was almost like cat. Soon, he was at the end of the hall and he peeked in the room to see if anyone was there.

There was a dark shadow that stood by the where the trophies are. Someone is here? His plans are now immediately postponed. He planned everything so perfect; the thing he would want is something to go wrong. Now that someone is here, he should just act like a normal Slytherin wondering around Hogwarts at night. Mathew stood up and dusted his clothes. He also ruffled his dirty blond hair and make it look like it’s usual again. He walked in the room with his hand inside his pockets leaning over so he right by the Slytherin’s face. “Looking at the trophies again?” He whispered to Morgan’s ear.

[Morgan Malfoy]

[/b] She asked.[/ul][/size]

[Mathew Zabini]

“Well, that is my job.” Mathew said as he stood up and yawned. It wasn’t a fake one or anything; he was tired right from the beginning. Of course, he’s always this tired, staying up late, crawling around Hogwarts, there’s never a normal day for him. He took a step closer towards the glass and peeked inside. It was defiantly difficult to see the puny letter on the trophies. “Lumos.” He said to his wand, and instantly the tip of the wand glowed brightly. Mathew examined some of the trophies. “Look how famous you are Morgan, being a Malfoy. Is there a trophy that say Zabini?” He asked hopefully.