My Latest WIP Has a Name!
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I wish that there was a mood for flighty, or some other such word, but alas, there is not. :( Oh, well.
Anyways, I finally have a name for the WIP that I've been posting bits and pieces of over these past few days or so. Thanks to the brainstorming efforts of the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
turkeyish, the title of this WIP is "Through a Long and Sleepless Night". I think it's rather fitting, personally.
I'm not done with the chapter yet, but I thought I'd post some more of it to get more opinions on it. :D
“Weasley?” the blond boy asked, just as equally confused as the girl, though, not nearly as enraged. “What do you mean ‘your dream’? This is most certainly my dream. And how do you even know you’re dreaming?”
“Just like you know that you’re dreaming. They’re called lucid dreams -- a dream in which the person dreaming consciously knows that they are having a dream,” she replied as though she were quoting something from a textbook. “Besides, I’m in my pyjamas, so I know that I have to be dreaming. Why I’m having this dream in particular, though, is beyond me. What day exactly am I dreaming about?”
The blond boy gave her the once over. “You call those pyjamas? I thought that was your everyday attire. And I know that I’m not dreaming because I literally stepped into the dream. Plus, by your logic, I’d be wearing my pyjamas, too. And the day that you’re dreaming about is the day that my life went to hell.”
“What do you mean you ‘stepped into’ this dream? And are you referring to the day that you sent dozens of Death Eaters loose upon Hogwarts?”
“I mean that I stepped into this dream. And yes; that day.”
“Oh,” she breathed, scrunching her eyebrows together, trying to process what he said. “I’m afraid I still don’t understand how I’m able to talk to you though. I haven’t been able to talk to anyone in this dream. None of the times that I’ve had this dream have I been able to. I just walk around, watching the events unfold over and over again. I want to stop having this dream, but I don’t know how.”
“How are you having a dream of mine? And a recurring dream of mine, at that?”
“I don’t know. I thought I made it clear that I didn’t know a whole lot about wherever the hell we are?”
She turned away, bothered by the boy’s attitude and his constant questioning. Giving him one last glance over her shoulder, she began walking toward the stairwell, determined to find a way to wake up.
The boy, still on the ground, leaped up, trailing her. He was far from finished with her.
“What do you know about this place?” he called out, causing her to stop halfway down the stairs.
“Not much. The only thing I’m certain about is that I’m dreaming. And this is slowly becoming a nightmare, since I found you, so if you would excuse me, I’m trying to wake myself up.” And with a curt nod to him, she was off again, bounding down toward the entrance hall.
He followed her again, taking the steps two at a time to keep up with her brisk pace. He reached the hall before her, blocking her path as she stopped on the last step.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m the only person that you’ve been able to talk to?” he asked, nearly spitting his words out.
“Well, I am curious, but because it involves you, I’m kind of afraid as to what that reason would be. I don’t want to hear any of this ‘true love’ or you’re ‘on a mission’ nonsense. I don’t think I have the patience for that. Plus, I’d rather not lose my dinner, even if it is in the figurative sense. If you are in this dream in the real, physical sense, clean-up would be an absolute pain in the arse.”
She moved to the side, trying to walk past him, but he mirrored her motions, determined to get some answers.
“Do you want me to prove to you that I’m here in the real, physical sense?” He held out his hand, his eyes flicking between his hand and her face. She started to reach for his hand, slowly raising one of her own, stopping just before she grasped his. “You’ll be fine. I can’t really hurt you. I don’t have a wand, and like you said, clean up would be an absolute pain in the arse,” he insisted, smirking as she finally wrapped her fingers around his palm.
“If something happens to me while I’m still asleep, Malfoy, I will hunt your scrawny arse down and make sure that no one finds the pieces.”
And that is all you get! Hope you enjoyed that. :D Hopefully, I'll have finished this chapter by the end of the week so I can send it off to my beta. :)
xoxox
cheerful][music| "Dancing Choose" - TV on the Radio]
I wish that there was a mood for flighty, or some other such word, but alas, there is not. :( Oh, well.
Anyways, I finally have a name for the WIP that I've been posting bits and pieces of over these past few days or so. Thanks to the brainstorming efforts of the wonderful
turkeyish, the title of this WIP is "Through a Long and Sleepless Night". I think it's rather fitting, personally. I'm not done with the chapter yet, but I thought I'd post some more of it to get more opinions on it. :D
“Weasley?” the blond boy asked, just as equally confused as the girl, though, not nearly as enraged. “What do you mean ‘your dream’? This is most certainly my dream. And how do you even know you’re dreaming?”
“Just like you know that you’re dreaming. They’re called lucid dreams -- a dream in which the person dreaming consciously knows that they are having a dream,” she replied as though she were quoting something from a textbook. “Besides, I’m in my pyjamas, so I know that I have to be dreaming. Why I’m having this dream in particular, though, is beyond me. What day exactly am I dreaming about?”
The blond boy gave her the once over. “You call those pyjamas? I thought that was your everyday attire. And I know that I’m not dreaming because I literally stepped into the dream. Plus, by your logic, I’d be wearing my pyjamas, too. And the day that you’re dreaming about is the day that my life went to hell.”
“What do you mean you ‘stepped into’ this dream? And are you referring to the day that you sent dozens of Death Eaters loose upon Hogwarts?”
“I mean that I stepped into this dream. And yes; that day.”
“Oh,” she breathed, scrunching her eyebrows together, trying to process what he said. “I’m afraid I still don’t understand how I’m able to talk to you though. I haven’t been able to talk to anyone in this dream. None of the times that I’ve had this dream have I been able to. I just walk around, watching the events unfold over and over again. I want to stop having this dream, but I don’t know how.”
“How are you having a dream of mine? And a recurring dream of mine, at that?”
“I don’t know. I thought I made it clear that I didn’t know a whole lot about wherever the hell we are?”
She turned away, bothered by the boy’s attitude and his constant questioning. Giving him one last glance over her shoulder, she began walking toward the stairwell, determined to find a way to wake up.
The boy, still on the ground, leaped up, trailing her. He was far from finished with her.
“What do you know about this place?” he called out, causing her to stop halfway down the stairs.
“Not much. The only thing I’m certain about is that I’m dreaming. And this is slowly becoming a nightmare, since I found you, so if you would excuse me, I’m trying to wake myself up.” And with a curt nod to him, she was off again, bounding down toward the entrance hall.
He followed her again, taking the steps two at a time to keep up with her brisk pace. He reached the hall before her, blocking her path as she stopped on the last step.
“Don’t you want to know why I’m the only person that you’ve been able to talk to?” he asked, nearly spitting his words out.
“Well, I am curious, but because it involves you, I’m kind of afraid as to what that reason would be. I don’t want to hear any of this ‘true love’ or you’re ‘on a mission’ nonsense. I don’t think I have the patience for that. Plus, I’d rather not lose my dinner, even if it is in the figurative sense. If you are in this dream in the real, physical sense, clean-up would be an absolute pain in the arse.”
She moved to the side, trying to walk past him, but he mirrored her motions, determined to get some answers.
“Do you want me to prove to you that I’m here in the real, physical sense?” He held out his hand, his eyes flicking between his hand and her face. She started to reach for his hand, slowly raising one of her own, stopping just before she grasped his. “You’ll be fine. I can’t really hurt you. I don’t have a wand, and like you said, clean up would be an absolute pain in the arse,” he insisted, smirking as she finally wrapped her fingers around his palm.
“If something happens to me while I’m still asleep, Malfoy, I will hunt your scrawny arse down and make sure that no one finds the pieces.”
And that is all you get! Hope you enjoyed that. :D Hopefully, I'll have finished this chapter by the end of the week so I can send it off to my beta. :)
xoxox