So, you wanted my fantasy. Here it is.
Imagine you are sitting on a mustard yellow couch, with black cushions on it, looking out the window to see the rain. The rain splatters against the windows, making a beautiful sound. You are shivering and have a warm blanket around you. In front of you is a table with ink, a quill, a piece of parchment, and a potion book. Yes, you are in the world of Harry Potter, specifically the Hufflepuff common room.
You look behind your cluttered table and see the fireplace. The crackling sound it makes, so soothing. The flames dancing on the logs. You knock your book on the floor and pick it up, seeing the wood planks. You tap your fingers on it, it creates a calming sound. You listen to the rain, the fire, and the tapping of your fingers. Nothing can ruin the serenity of the room.
You grab your quill, and dip in the ink. Hearing the slosh sound makes you think of the sound pudding makes when you use your spoon to dip into it. Suddenly, you wake up. Ink is splattered on your face, the parchment is covered in ink, and your hair has turned darker. You fell asleep!
You run up the stairs and into the girls dormitory. You quickly wash your face and hair when you realize the essay for potions was due today. When you finished washing your face, you use a towel to clean it off. The towel is now black. Your yellow hair, recently dyed for house spirit, now has black tips.
You sigh as you run around trying to get new robes. You slide everything in your book bag, swing on your shoulder, and open the door. Breakfast was starting. In front of you were eggs, bacon, bread, fruits, waffles, and pancakes. You eat some eggs and a waffles. You leave early, running around the entire castle, down the dungeons, and into Professor Snape's classroom. You explain the situation, exaggerating a bit. His stone cold face says it all. He is mad.
You back away slowly and run back up to breakfast. You meet up with friends to go to Herbology. You walk across the grass and into the area. The class goes by rather quickly. Your friend keeps asking about your hair, but you say it's for house spirit as well. You and some more friends meet up for Charms. Professor Flitwick looks at your hair. You quickly go to your seat.
You look out the window. It was now raining. I watched as the rain droplets raced towards the bottom, a very childish thing to do. You stare off and meet the boy of your dreams. You fantasize about dating him. He has a nice haircut, in Ravenclaw, and has great grades. He had beautiful eyes and a smile that fills you with butterflies.
You realize that charms goes by quickly when you're not paying attention. You walk toward Professor McGonagall's class. You stroke your black cat, Maya, the entire time. Professor McGonagall either doesn't know, or knows but doesn't say anything. The thing is, you somehow know everything. Even without paying attention, you always get the highest score for your house, earning 10 points.
You are dreading potions tomorrow. That makes you distracted the entire time. You walk to the Great Hall to eat lunch. Chicken legs, corn, bread, and cheeses fill the tables. You barely touch your food. Suddenly, the boy of your dreams comes toward you. Your hands starts to sweat, your heart is pounding, your stomach is doing somersaults. He just asked you out. You were to meet him after school at the edge of the forbidden forest. There, he would show you a surprise.
You are so happy. You don't pay attention the rest of the day. Professor Snape tells you to pay attention, but you can't. Once the day was over, you would skip down to the forbidden forest's edge. The boy of your dreams would be there, flashing a perfect smile.
Well that's my fantasy :D