Just finished reading OoTP, I liked it a lot, sheds more light on all the characters. Though everyone seemed to be PMSing.
Got the book for $15 at Cosco, kinda funny how they had a whole stack of them and Borders didn't have a single copy that wasn't reserved and the reserved ones were list price.
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Rain splattered against the shatterproof windows making tap tap sounds in the still of the eve. The trees swayed in the distance, struggling to remain where they were rooted, despite the savage attempts of the wind to move them. With hands pressed against the ice-cold glass, he watched quietly. Soon he would leave home and this time… he did not mean to come back. No, he wasn't a tree. He did not feel he was a seed either, for seeds have little say in where they are carried… they're just carried.
A young boy merely fifteen years of age sat against the wall of the muggle train station waiting quietly for dawn to come. Wavy raven hair brushed against his eyes every time the train passed tossing the gift of a slight breeze. He would be handsome were it not for the expression on his face and the shadow that would leave when day came. His hands were cupped together before him while the trunk was fitted beneath him. London at night where the lights hardly shone was not glorious. But as the strangers passed they hardly looked at him.
Dawn will make it all all right. Dawn will bring his friends, which were his family, in a sense. Dawn did not come when he watched a figure seemingly approaching him. He was surprised for he had made it so people glanced past him, not at him. She watched him for a second but did not come to sit beside him. Long golden hair cascaded down her shoulders and her back while her jade eyes that beamed in the night. A black cloak drifted about her shoulders and she too, carried a suitcase. She stood still and looked at him no longer.
Sirius did not drift his eyes. But now he was no longer sure whether she had been watching him or looking past him. But why did it matter? He told himself quietly. For another hour or so she leaned against the pole and stared into what was likely a trance. Sirius glanced up at the crescent moon hanging so far away in the skies. Any further and it would have been a blur. But when he closed his eyes he felt what was unmistakably eyes looking at him, not past him.
He must have drifted to sleep because the next thing he knew he was being shaken and called by a familiar voice. "Sirius… wake up…"
Eyes opened to see the messy hair and confused eyes of his best friend. He opened his mouth to say something but frowned when he saw that the golden haired girl was gone. He had been debating with himself whether or not to talk to her when morning comes and he can get a good look at her face.
"How long were you here?" asked James Potter as he glared at his closest friend. He ruffled his hair unconsciously as Sirius rose to his feet.
"Most of the night…I think." Sirius tried to recall the blow up with his parents the night before and how he had left the house in his fury.
"Let me guess… Another row with your parents… I told you, you should just come and live with…" James paused when his friend's eyes turned.
Sirius watched as his brother walked by, seemingly ignoring him. A hot jab of anger rose from his stomach and he felt like punching something. His brother had said nothing all through his argument the previous night. On the contrary, his brother just watched in an 'I knew this was going to happen' manner.
"Son of a gun, c'mon, we'll give him hell when we get to school." James muttered as if trying to cheer his friend up. Sirius said nothing but raised his eyebrows slightly. "Well there's Remus and Peter." James added, not enjoying this conversation very much. Sirius spoke little at first but his anger soon melted as he looked forward to the school year with his friends and away from the place that he dreads so much.
"Ladies…long time no see. Did you miss my gorgeous face?" James said in his 'what was thought to be charming' voice as two girls walked by. One of them with long red hair and green eyes just rolled her eyes and walked faster. Her friend, however, giggled and blushed. "Hi James." She smiled before walking off.
James was not paying any attention whatsoever to her reaction and kept staring after the redhead. When he was convinced she was not going to look back, he shrugged and turned back to his three friends. "I think she's warming up to me this year." All three stared at him before they started laughing again.
Severus Snape breathed deeply as he sat down, ignoring the mix of sounds of laughter and suitcases clanking against the wall. He looked around and wondered honestly what he was going to do after he leaves school. No he was not good at most of what he did. Unspecial… like everyone else. But he would rather live on the street than go back to that house he hated so much… the house that he loathed more than anything.
"Imagine seeing you all alone…" A soft voice, "You haven't changed a bit."
He was silent for a moment as someone came to sit beside him. Severus did not look up. What would be the point? He pretended not to hear what was said, though he presumed that this person knew him somehow.
"You can't ignore me forever." A slender hand was set upon his shoulder.
"Then what do you…" As he turned around to tell her off, he paused. Long blond hair, gentle green eyes and pale lips decorated the pretty face as it glared back at him. "What… Ivy? What are you doing here?" He said in disbelief, and sort of contentment.
"Are you not happy to see me?" She said quietly. Her eyes were carrying notes of maturity and sadness.
"You were in Lyon the last I heard… what are you doing back in England?"
"Well there was that thing where my father stabbed my mother to death and then buried her body in our backyard and they found out. He's in prison now. So I'm back." Ivy muttered, without remorse.
"How much money did he leave you?"
"Not a cent, but I sold every last piece of shit he owned when he was still alive anyway. So I work during the summer and rent myself a little room."
"Sounds nice." Severus muttered, only remotely interested. He supposed Ivy and him were still friends, as they were two years ago. But he stared bitterly and thought about how much he had gone through and from the looks of it, Ivy was completely unaffected by everything.
"Your folks still together?" Ivy said quietly. Severus nodded but said nothing. Ivy took the hint and did not push it any further. "Come now, cheer up, you won't have to see them for another year."
"What are you doing back here Ivy, you haven't been in school for two years." Severus repeated, "You can't just come back."
"You do jest, I know everything there is to know in those books forwards and backwards."
"Do I? If you know it all, why are you here?"
"I need some credits if I don't want to be a waitress the rest of my life. Besides I miss talking to people that actually exist… Oh please Severus, don't act like you didn't miss me."
"Fine whatever." He rolled his eyes but could not help but smile. Ivy laughed and laid her head upon his shoulder. He tried to shrug her off but did not bother after a bit. It was somewhat nice, having her company again. Ivy hardly hated anyone… she hardly liked anyone. She hardly had any emotions at all. But she was always up for everything. He wrapped an arm around her unconsciously and fell asleep.
"Wake up Snivellus...."
"What?" Severus opened his eyes again and placed a hand upon his face. Which was now covered in some sticky gooey stuff with a horrible smell. "Potter… what did you…" Fury swept over him once more as he stared at the smiling face and arched eyebrows.
"I could have done more… but thank me Snivellus, I didn't want to offend your lady friend here."
Ivy stirred beside Severus and opened her eyes she looked up and quickly comprehended the joke. She said nothing as she felt her hair, which seemed to be covered in the gooish substance. "I know you, don't I?" She spoke up as she put a hand on Severus's wand wrist.
"Well… I would hope so." James looked at her and glanced her up and down.
Ivy said nothing for a moment. She whipped out her wand and simply removed the goo from her hair and her friend's face. She paused, turned back to James but said nothing. She amused herself by staring him up and down before walking off towards the compartment door.
"Evil bitch." James muttered under his breath, pity though, she was really pretty.
"What did you say?" Snape looked up with another surge of anger.
"Nothing of your concern… Good day."
Sirius yawned as he slid open the compartment door. He was surprised to see that Snape had gotten rid of the goo on his face so quickly. Snape glanced up at him and rolled his eyes.
"Now it's a party… if you'll excuse me… this is making me sick." Severus muttered and left as well.
"What did I miss?" Sirius said as he stifled another yawn.
"He's got himself a girlfriend… pretty one… but a bitch." Said James with a shrug.
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Playing with black thread, wrapping it around long fingers and pull. The tighter you pull… the redder your finger gets until the thread breaks… or your finger does. Chances are, it will always be the thread. Something so frail, thin, and dead can do little to something so human. But all it takes is to stop one from fighting… and neither will break. And when the thread unravels, the marks fade.
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