Stella and Olivia Presley were the epitome of nerdiness as they sat hunched over their Art History I textbook, their minds fully engaged in the world of Renaissance paintings and Gothic architecture. Stella, with her petite frame and striking dark brown eyes, was perched on the edge of her desk, while Olivia lounged on her bed, her blond curls splayed out like a halo around her head.
Suddenly, a notification popped up on Stella's laptop, catching her attention. She read it aloud, "We are going to have a special guest tomorrow. His name is Alan Rickman. The man who played as Severus Snape from the Harry Potter films."
Olivia's eyes widened in excitement, "Oh my god, Stella! You're such a Potterhead! This is going to make your year!"
Stella blushed, her cheeks turning a light pink, "I know, right?! I can't believe it! I wonder what he'll talk about."
Olivia smirked, "Well, I'm sure you'll find a way to ask him about Snape's patronus."
Stella rolled her eyes, playfully insulting Olivia, "As if you don't know that off by heart too, you nerd."
Olivia laughed, her shoulders shaking as she tried to keep her voice down, "Alright, alright. But I'm not the one who's going to turn into a monster when she gets excited."
Stella scoffed, "Hey, I do not turn into a monster! I just... have a lot of energy."
Olivia grinned, "Sure, sure. Anyway, we should probably get some sleep. Big day tomorrow!"
Stella nodded, closing her laptop and standing up, "Yeah, you're right. I just need to... you know..."
She gestured towards the bathroom, and Olivia chuckled, "Yep, I know. Goodnight, Stella."
Stella headed to the bathroom, her black bob swinging with each step. She took care of her business and washed her hands, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, her small dimple appearing. She took a deep breath, feeling a little wrinkle form between her eyebrows. She headed back to her bed, climbing under the covers and snuggling into her pillow.
As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but think about the next day's special guest. She hoped she wouldn't turn into a monster, but she couldn't make any promises. She imagined herself, standing in front of Alan Rickman, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind a blank slate. She pictured herself, stuttering and blushing, as she asked him about the magic behind Snape's character. She imagined his deep, smooth voice, answering her questions with wit and intelligence.
She couldn't wait.
As she slipped deeper into sleep, she felt a warm, tingling sensation spread through her body. She felt her limbs grow heavy, and her mind grew fuzzy. She felt herself slipping into a dream, a dream where she was the one casting spells and brewing potions. She was the one in control, the one with all the power.
She was the one with Alan Rickman, by her side.
She smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that tomorrow was going to be a magical day, and she couldn't wait to see what surprises it had in store for her.
As she slept, she dreamt of magic and wonder, of love and passion. She dreamt of a world where she was the one in charge, the one calling the shots. She dreamt of a world where she was the one with Alan Rickman, by her side.
And she knew, deep in her heart, that anything was possible.
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