Disclaimer: All bow down to the Goddess J. K. Rowling. Most of these
characters belong to her, but a few are mine. If anybody would wish to use
my characters for whatever purpose they want, please ask.
I've had this story idea since about early March, I just wrote out a chapter by hand Monday night, so any errors, they would be mine.
Author: Iris Wood
Pairing: By golly, I'm not giving that away. I want people to read and find out.
Title: Social Pressures.
Rating: PG keeping it light right now.
______________________________
Chapter 1
Glica hurried down the hallways of the manor, the eyes of many ancestors following her retreating form.
It was almost time.
It was almost time.
It was almost time.
But he was nowhere to be found.
*He's probably off selling his first born,* Glica thought to herself.
Outside of the house elves, she was the only magical nonmember of the family that had run of the house.
Glica's magic was bound to the lord of the manor. It had once been a price that she had been willing to pay. Now she wasn't so sure.
It was almost time.
She wasn't sure she could do this, she'd only been at a few before.
A painful scream echoed down the hallway, and all the portraits turned toward the direction of the scream.
*She's ready to pop, and he isn't even here.* Glica clutched in her hand a simple vile, for she was careful not to drop it.
She threw open a final door to reveal the bedroom. It stretched out in front of her, the black and silver providing the blur that has given Glica a headache. Finally taking a step into the room, she found the withering mass on the bed, the room stopped playing vertigo.
"Where is he?" the mass screamed in a flurry of sheets. The voice was a woman's.
"My lady, he isn't here," Glica addressed her.
"Damn him," she withered.
Glica took the final steps toward the bed. "My lady, I've brought something that should calm you." She held out a vial. "It will help calm you and make it safe."
The woman let out another scream. Glica gently pulled back the sheet.
Withering on the bed a young woman was in pain. Very short black hair, which he had cut off, for she had become a little mad. Her spine twisted in a way that shouldn't occur. Sweat made the sheets moist and stick to her frame. But it was the bulge at the stomach that was most important.
The woman reached out a hand and Glica grabbed it. With her other hand, she flipped off the top of the vial. Dropping the top, she raised and poured the vial down the woman's throat. Seconds later, she had calmed down.
"Not long now, my lady," Glica said reassuringly.
The woman looked into Glica's eyes. "Glica, if he doesn't show up now, I'll never forgive him," she calmly stated.
"My lady, I've heard who he converses with. I fear him a great deal." Glica's words slightly quivered.
"Glica, my husband knows what he is doing. He would never hurt us."
"I worry about him," Glica said looking up at the portrait of the master of the house and his wife.
"As do I," she said, She tightly gasped onto her hand. "It's coming."
------
Well, its short. I do hope you didn't think it was pointless. This plotline has loads of potential, so much so that I almost wish I was somebody else reading it and reviewing.
Please review, I'll love you forever. ;)
Iris Wood 25 April, 2003 3:55 pm
I've had this story idea since about early March, I just wrote out a chapter by hand Monday night, so any errors, they would be mine.
Author: Iris Wood
Pairing: By golly, I'm not giving that away. I want people to read and find out.
Title: Social Pressures.
Rating: PG keeping it light right now.
______________________________
Chapter 1
Glica hurried down the hallways of the manor, the eyes of many ancestors following her retreating form.
It was almost time.
It was almost time.
It was almost time.
But he was nowhere to be found.
*He's probably off selling his first born,* Glica thought to herself.
Outside of the house elves, she was the only magical nonmember of the family that had run of the house.
Glica's magic was bound to the lord of the manor. It had once been a price that she had been willing to pay. Now she wasn't so sure.
It was almost time.
She wasn't sure she could do this, she'd only been at a few before.
A painful scream echoed down the hallway, and all the portraits turned toward the direction of the scream.
*She's ready to pop, and he isn't even here.* Glica clutched in her hand a simple vile, for she was careful not to drop it.
She threw open a final door to reveal the bedroom. It stretched out in front of her, the black and silver providing the blur that has given Glica a headache. Finally taking a step into the room, she found the withering mass on the bed, the room stopped playing vertigo.
"Where is he?" the mass screamed in a flurry of sheets. The voice was a woman's.
"My lady, he isn't here," Glica addressed her.
"Damn him," she withered.
Glica took the final steps toward the bed. "My lady, I've brought something that should calm you." She held out a vial. "It will help calm you and make it safe."
The woman let out another scream. Glica gently pulled back the sheet.
Withering on the bed a young woman was in pain. Very short black hair, which he had cut off, for she had become a little mad. Her spine twisted in a way that shouldn't occur. Sweat made the sheets moist and stick to her frame. But it was the bulge at the stomach that was most important.
The woman reached out a hand and Glica grabbed it. With her other hand, she flipped off the top of the vial. Dropping the top, she raised and poured the vial down the woman's throat. Seconds later, she had calmed down.
"Not long now, my lady," Glica said reassuringly.
The woman looked into Glica's eyes. "Glica, if he doesn't show up now, I'll never forgive him," she calmly stated.
"My lady, I've heard who he converses with. I fear him a great deal." Glica's words slightly quivered.
"Glica, my husband knows what he is doing. He would never hurt us."
"I worry about him," Glica said looking up at the portrait of the master of the house and his wife.
"As do I," she said, She tightly gasped onto her hand. "It's coming."
------
Well, its short. I do hope you didn't think it was pointless. This plotline has loads of potential, so much so that I almost wish I was somebody else reading it and reviewing.
Please review, I'll love you forever. ;)
Iris Wood 25 April, 2003 3:55 pm