Her eyes still drooping at every slight moment of the sudden proposition that hey, it could be just a simple, ten minute nap… that came into mind, Angelina groaned as she heard what sounded to be a collision of three or more people. Excellent way to wake up the girl whose mind had a sleep pattern of its own.
She refused to return to consciousness, oh certainly so. It had to be at least 3, the awkward time between the day’s end and the night’s beginning where your conscious is insisting you return to productivity yet your body just chooses to refuse in every way possible. Yes, a nap sounded absolutely lovely at the moment.
“Nice bathrobe, Angie,” The voice had been unbelievably close: How had she not heard the footsteps approaching? Just as she opened her mouth to question the oncoming stranger, Angelina saw a spill of blonde curls fall over the edge of the couch and a pleasant welcome from none other than Katie Bell’s open toed sandals.
Laughing at Katie’s natural comfort on hurling herself on top of herself, Angie sat up a bit and lightly pushed her best friend’s feet from her face teasingly. “Oh shove it, Kate. I’ve officially declared this day as my lazy day and no one can tell me otherwise, which means yes, the robe is necessary and completely in style for the day.” Angelina proclaimed with a grin.
Angelina yawned, stretching her arms out with her eyes fluttering shut before she gazed back at Katie with sleepy eyes. “Merlin, do you look ex—” The word. Never, never, ever, say any sort of word pertaining to sleep deprivation, exhaustion, etc, etc. “—citing! Exciting. You look exciting, Kate.”
Katie idly played with her friend’s dark hair, rather unknowingly. It could almost be considered a maternal instinct of some sorts, but it really wasn’t to Katie. She just enjoyed the soft feel of her friend’s hair. “Angie, your hair,” she lust over it for a few seconds, “I just want to cut it off and stuff it into a pillow case,” as serial killer as that sounded, it was an innocent remark coming from the ditzy blonde who offered Angelina a genuine smile after the fact.
“If you planned to sleep all day, why didn’t ya just stay in bed?” Her eyebrows rose in confusion as she surveyed her quickly. “I would have given anything to sleep all day you lazy arse,” she took her finger and poked her in the chest. Regardless of her very visible exhaustion, she continued to grin a bit lopsidedly.
“Exciting?” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she brushed her knotted hair out of her face. “For your information, I was having the most splendid of mornings. I spent it with ummy-crummy Umbridge. It was like love at first sight. You know how I feel about detention first thing, really puts me in the mood. Hopeless romantic,” she licked her rather parched lips.
“But sleeping in the common room is not safe!” She returned her to previous bantering, “any creeper or stalker of the sort could just hide in a corner and watch you or take photographs or… or even touch you while you sleep! Do you know how dangerous this could be?” She sat up, stretching her arms above her head. “Angelina, you’re so cute when you sleep. Angelina, how I wish I could sleep next to you. But Angelina, there is a way that I an sleep next to you.”
Katie continued to ramble for a few minutes. She was beyond the point of sleep deprivation, but she imagined if she tried to sleep, it would fail. She was past the point of no return. She turned to her best friend once again and poked her in the chest. “Anyways! Enough silliness. Sit up, sit up. Keep me entertained. What shall we talk about?”
“Listen to you, my little psychotic blondie,” Angelina said, touching her heart and a look of fake pride spread across her face. “I’ve taught you well, dear one. I suppose since I really don’t need it much in the first place and clearly you’ll need my luscious locks for better head support at night, why not?” A smirk danced across Angelina’s lips as she looked at her best friend.
Tying the bathrobe belt snugly around her waist, Angelina raised an eyebrow lazily and held a pillow close to her chest after Katie had poked. “Oi, now! What did we say about poking the breast area, Katie?” Holding the pillow to her face, Angelina charmed it to have Katie’s face etched on it as she spoke. in a dreary, dull voice. “Pokes to the breasts are only acceptable when Ange has a proper plan of revenge afterwards.”
As Katie brought up Umbridge, Angelina instantly threw the pillow down and stared at her with bewildered eyes. “You’re joking. How was it? She didn’t try anything, I hope?” If there was anything one could hate more than a bad loss, it was Umbridge. Like a toadish hellhound, she prowled the corridors, and had a particular eye on a majority of Gryffindor house.
Angelina rolled her eyes, stifling a laugh as Katie depicted a very unbelievable but equally terrifying situation. “Oh, hush, you know I’ll just simply wake up, sign them an autograph and be on my way. They won’t get anywhere near me, that’s all. Just my silly little fanclub, so obsessed with me, they are. Besides, if anyone sounds like that, it’s you, my dear.” Angie teased with a grin.
Katie poked Angie once more and just as Angie was about to grab the pillow with her friend’s face engraved on, she sighed and threw it over the couch. “Talk, talk, talk. Let’s see. Well,” Angelina’s eyes lit up and a familiar, devilish smile grew upon her face as she cocked an eyebrow at Kate. “So, Kates. I’ve noticed you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with one Fred Weasley. Should I know what’s happening, or should I definitely know what’s happening?” With a quick waggle of her eyebrows, Angelina laughed and hopped up on her feet. “Oh come on now, I know you two are mates, but think about it, Kates…are you suuure there isn’t anything more?”