Ye lol I'm not JKR and do not own Harry Potter
"Cassie, for Fucks sake, Hurry UP!" Toby yelled from the bottom of the stairs, only to be responded with an unseen roll of my eyes, closely followed by my response. I truly tried my hardest to convey my extreme annoyance.
"Oh hunni, bwabi, hunni. Do me a favour, pleasee? Shutup. My good looks aren't natural so it takes time to look this good." I shouted back down the stairs, before turning back to the mirror and sticking the mascara wand practically into my eyeball to create that whole ~bigger eyes~ look. Standing back, I admired my appearance in the mirror. Sure, I did look better than normal with my makeup complement what was already there. But, I wasn't wearing much of it seeing as too much makes my face itch and if you have ever rubbed your eyes with mascara on, you understand my problem.
Anyhow, I stared fiercely at my reflection, searching for any sort of mishap or toe out of line. Tonight had to be perfect, tonight I had to be perfect. I smoothed over the red lace that covered my arms and bodice, the intricate design woven by the hands of only the best. In truth, I had to admit this is one of those times that I truly was glad that my chest missed the whole growing bit of puberty. But frankly if they had grown I wouldn't have been able to wear this dress. You see the thing was, there was only lace cover my special lady bits on top, so wearing a bra was out of the question and tape would be seen in the sheer material on my upper half. I smirked as my eyes lowered to the puffy knee-length bottom. God this was a weird dress, I loved it. I sat back down on my bed and tied up the nude heeled sandals. I'm not normally this self-centred but I looked good.
I stood up again and wiggled my feet into the correct position and then lent forward into the mirror. I silently thanked the gods that I had taken that 'Ms. Perfect' class my mum forced me into. The nude eye makeup made my normally pretty bleak green eyes pop, but not over the top. My blonde lob was pulled back at the front and a few strands shaped my face. The lip-gloss made my moderately thin lips look larger and I was thankful that I hadn't put foundation on, only concealer to cover the gross bits. But at least my I still had my natural glow, unlike a lot of those contoured girls (god how I envy them)
I tured away and turned off the music that was drowning out my mate's calls.
Ye ye, I'm on my way I thought to myself. As I turned and descended down the stairs. I looked up and my infamous smirk graced my lips as my mate's eyes widened as he saw me.
"My, My. Turns out little Miss Gaunt is no longer little" He winked at me.
"Aye fuck off, turd. I'm always this hot, although I must admit this dress really is perfect. Thanks" I ended sincerely as I looked up to him and he rolled his eyes. "Come on Blondie, Let's go" I said as I pulled at his arm and he tripped over his too-large dress shoes.
Tumbling and laughing out the door, we made our way to his dad's car. He barked out a laugh when he saw my eyes pop out of my head. The fool. If he wanted to ever get anyway she should not have brought this car.
You see the thing about me, is that, like any normal person, I like good cars. And this, why this was a really good car. My mouth dropped open as my fingers trailed across the forest green exterior. I walked to the front of it and bent down, not even caring about the pain in my toes form the shoes as I gawked in awe at the sight. I didn't even know these things were safe on the road. A chuckled escaped my lips as I saw jenson as the number plate. At least his dad had a sense of humour. Toby, aka Blondie, opened the door to the Mclaren and I saw, the cool soft leather on my back. Oh god, now I'm salivating, well more than that. Ok ok, sorry, am I rambling. I do tend to do that. This is just, ohmygod, so nice, jfc. Thank god the year is 2016 and I am very much a part of it.
The drive to the event was, banter-ful, to say the least. Blondie had come up with more of his infamous lame jokes. My personal favourite was when we were driving past the Harbour bridge and the Opera house and he dropped this one on me,
"Hey, hey, hey Cass. I've got a good one – ready. How do you kill a circus…?
…You stab it in the juggler hahahhaha. Get it? Get it? Juggler, like the jugular. You know!?"
All I did was sigh in response.
The night dragged on after that. I mean, I guess it wasn't too bad. I do like charity events, especially if they are going to a worthy cause. But I also feel a tad out of place. All this people, the best in Sydney all gathered to quite literally throw their money around. Although that being said, that was actually one of the best bits. I love auctions. And I love sitting next to the highest bidder of the night. Go Toby's Family, yess. God it makes me sweat with anticipation.
But the problem was that I was the date, the rando not-so-wealthy girl who accompanied the pretty-darn-wealthy boy. I enjoyed it, I just felt a little out of place.
But then again, as the night worse on I got more and more comfortable and started chatting with all of my regular 'friends'. When I say 'friends' I mean people I talk to regularly when I'm invited to these things. That's the thing about the rich, they always have such interesting stories.
Anywho, Blondie and I were on countdown, only 11 minutes and 37 seconds until the after party upstairs, only 11 minutes and 23 seconds until it was acceptable to drink at any age, even for us, the tender 16-year-olds.
As the time passed and the announcement was made that everyone had to go upstairs, the crowd rushed in their 'im-rushing-but-with-class' style, everyone getting pushed around. Thank god I didn't lose Toby. At first I thought we got separated but then I felt him pull on my arm and we weaved in and out of the crowds. Not too quickly because the blisters were really forming on my toes.
I felt him pull me to the side so we could catch up and make our way there without being pushed and pulled, that's what we always did.
My back was pressed to his chest. "Thank god we found some space, I was losing my breath out there." I chuckled to myself and I heard one of those nose exhales.
"Hey blondie, what's your preference tonight. Never forget, it's the pisco sour, negroni, pink grapefruit margarita or champagne. And you know me, always being the classy drunk imam go with the champagne."
No response, just his breath on my neck.
"Blondie, oi blondie what's the answer?" Still no response. I tried turning around but people were still plenty.
Well then, if he wasn't going to chat, then neither was I. I harrumphed and stopped talking. As less people were going upstairs I got out of his grasp and turned around. He just stared. I lifted an eyebrow. Weird.
Then he finally spoke, "Go."
"God Blondie, what got up your arse?"
"Go, I said go"
I puffed out my chest again but walked upstairs. I turned around ever so often to check up on him, yep he was still there, following at least 7 steps behind me.
As we reached the top of the stairs, I turned around again. He was gone.
"Blondie, what the hell, Blondie where are you?" I asked, worried. I turned around swiftly, my body jolting with the movement. My eyebrow raised again. Weird. I swear he was right there.
I shrugged my shoulders, eh he must have walked past me on the stairs I thought. I walked into the room with the after party, picking up a drink and searching. My head nodded in greeting a few times, seeing people across the room. None of them Blondie.
Fuck, I thought, where the hell is he?
Suddenly, an arm burst the storage door open and pulled me in. I opened my mouth to scream but it was quickly covered by the attacker's hand.
In a frenzy I tried licking it and biting it, trying to get it off me when I looked into the persons eyes and the hand dropped.
"Blondie? What the fuck dude?" I said as I punched him in the chest.
"Why are you still here, I told you to go!" He whispered fiercely.
"I did go, to the after party. What the hell is up with you?"
"Look, I can explain it later, I just need to get you out of here. Jesus Christ Cass you should have listened to me." His voice changed, it got desperate, it got scared. "Fuck, I don't know what to do now Cass, Here look take this." He said as he thrust a rounded object into my hands. "Rub it and think of the words School, castle, and help. If they come for you. Fuck Cass. We need you to be safe."
I looked up at him, my words were muddled together in confusion. I tried to speak but I couldn't. I've never seen him like this before. I've never seen him with so much fear in his eyes. Before I could open my mouth to say any real sentences, he covered my mouth again with his hand.
"Look, just rust me Cass. I need you to trust me. I'll explain everything later."
"Just trust me Cass, Tru-" His eyes widened for a split second and shouted something before falling to the ground. My ears rang with the sound of the bottle hitting his skull with sick impact. I was going to be sick.
I lifted the coin to my face and rubbed it with my eyes closed. The three words repeated in my mind, they burned it with the pictures of them. I started to hear people talking, my focus slipping. The people were saying something about a girl, a girl they needed to find and a girl they needed to kill. Jesus Christ, I thought, Is that me they are talking about, oh fuck of course it's me.
I shut my eyes even tighter and started saying the words on repeat, getting louder and louder with each repetition.
School. Castle. Help.
I felt my self being pulled, It must be the men. I said the words louder
School. Castle. Help.
The pull was getting stronger, I couldn't fight it. They were too strong. I said the words louder
School. Castle. Help.
It was getting to much. It was too hard to fight off. I started to say the words faster
School. Castle. Help. School. Castle. Help. School. Castle. Help. School. Castle. Help.
I felt sick, I wanted to puke. I needed to puke. I felt disorientated, dizzy. I felt like I was falling. I started to yell the words
SCHOOL.
CASTLE.
HELP.
I felt myself collapse, fall to the ground. Hit in the head by those men. Like Blondie.
And then I blacked out.
