Robyn was in her night clothes, which couldn't hardly count for night clothes. She wore black shorts and a red camilsole. Her hair was out of it's regular pony-tail and the wavy hair fell gracefully. The summer night wind brushed against her face as she walked about. She bit her lip, thinking over it all. She'd had another nightmare and they seemed to have been getting more and more common. It wasn't exactly fair fo her, she didn't do anything to deserve them. Or, that was how Robyn saw it. She sank to the ground and flung a rock into the lakes water, causing it to skip gracefully and fall with a plop. "It's just too hard to do this anymore." She told herself, sighing. She heard someone behind her and she whirled around, almost scared blue eyes staring at the person.

Mairead couldn't sleep.

Four years. Four blessed years and she still had the same nightmare each and every night, and each and every night it still served to scare her.

Giving up on sleeping for that night, she rolled out of bed, and landed on the floor. Getting back up again, she pulled on her robe, and decided that she might as well take a stroll outside. It was May, so the weather was nice at night, and she wouldn't have to worry about being too cold or anything.

Once she was outside, she stopped in her tracks for a moment, gazing up at the stars in some wonder. The wind from earlier that day seemed to have died down, and the night sky seemed relatively clear.

She wandered for some time, eventually spotting a girl standing by the lake. She thought for a moment that she had recognized the girl, and walked towards her. Not even two seconds after she had done so did the girl turn and stare straight at her.

The fourth year adjusted her glasses, and said, "Erm...hi."

Robyn smiled, “Hi.” The girl looked older than Robyn, but she also looked quite pretty. Which, Robyn always took note of the beauty first, so she could ignore it later and pay attention to the soul. Robyn patted beside her, “Want to sit? And I thought I was the only person who would get up in the middle of the night to sit outside! Yay! I’m a teensy bit normal!” Robyn playfully rejoiced. She shrugged, “I’m Robyn. Third year, Slytherin.”