Poison Child
Disclaimer: Don't own'em, probably never will
A/N: Idea has been spinning around my head for ages. Apologies if it sounds like a bad imitation of something.
Prologue
The fire has been dwindling for a while now, and yet she sat still on the wooden chair. She wasn't rocking, she wasn't knitting, she wasn't old, and she wasn't young. She was simply sitting. Perhaps she was musing over her memories for a faint smile peeked across her face before disappearing into a grimace of pain. She closed her eyes and hummed. It was odd to such a sight, and for a moment, she looked like a child resting in her mother's embrace.
It was a large house. Well, a fairly large one for just one person. It was supposedly deserted too. It was strange to see her there alone. The huge room seemed to swallow her up as she sat in the rickety chair. It was apparent that she didn't care though. Her eyes were blank, staring in the distance as if remembering something that had been lost a long time ago.
Then a blast of cold wind blew the nearby window open and the fire wavered as though fighting to stay alight. As the cold air washed across her face, her hair followed, like an ominous black cloud. Her eyes glittered with unshed tears. But before a single tear fell, she felt a heavy weight on her left arm. She turned abruptly and smiled softly at the tawny owl perched upon her arm. This, she thought to herself, was what she had been waiting for. Her only link to civilization. She broke out of her trance and the tears disappeared. She took in a breath to steady herself before reading the piece of parchment attached to the owl's claw.
As she read the letter, the hand clutching the paper tightened and the smile vanished. She didn't scream, her face was enough to scare the hell out of anybody.
WHY!! Her mind screamed. He, of all people should now her reasons for neutrality. He was the only one who understood her, loved her. He should understand her well enough to know her hate for such a thing to happen. Her mind stopped her at that though.
There was another who understood her. Another who was probably forced in the same situation a long time ago. Perhaps she was due for a long-awaited reunion. Besides this so-called proposal could only mean that *he* was alive once more. She snorted in disgust as she thought what a personal nemesis. It didn't keep her from hating the bloody headmaster though. Oh well, she mused as she snuggle back into her chair, there was than enough time to pack.
A/N: I know it's short but I'm not really used to writing long paragraphs.
Disclaimer: Don't own'em, probably never will
A/N: Idea has been spinning around my head for ages. Apologies if it sounds like a bad imitation of something.
Prologue
The fire has been dwindling for a while now, and yet she sat still on the wooden chair. She wasn't rocking, she wasn't knitting, she wasn't old, and she wasn't young. She was simply sitting. Perhaps she was musing over her memories for a faint smile peeked across her face before disappearing into a grimace of pain. She closed her eyes and hummed. It was odd to such a sight, and for a moment, she looked like a child resting in her mother's embrace.
It was a large house. Well, a fairly large one for just one person. It was supposedly deserted too. It was strange to see her there alone. The huge room seemed to swallow her up as she sat in the rickety chair. It was apparent that she didn't care though. Her eyes were blank, staring in the distance as if remembering something that had been lost a long time ago.
Then a blast of cold wind blew the nearby window open and the fire wavered as though fighting to stay alight. As the cold air washed across her face, her hair followed, like an ominous black cloud. Her eyes glittered with unshed tears. But before a single tear fell, she felt a heavy weight on her left arm. She turned abruptly and smiled softly at the tawny owl perched upon her arm. This, she thought to herself, was what she had been waiting for. Her only link to civilization. She broke out of her trance and the tears disappeared. She took in a breath to steady herself before reading the piece of parchment attached to the owl's claw.
As she read the letter, the hand clutching the paper tightened and the smile vanished. She didn't scream, her face was enough to scare the hell out of anybody.
WHY!! Her mind screamed. He, of all people should now her reasons for neutrality. He was the only one who understood her, loved her. He should understand her well enough to know her hate for such a thing to happen. Her mind stopped her at that though.
There was another who understood her. Another who was probably forced in the same situation a long time ago. Perhaps she was due for a long-awaited reunion. Besides this so-called proposal could only mean that *he* was alive once more. She snorted in disgust as she thought what a personal nemesis. It didn't keep her from hating the bloody headmaster though. Oh well, she mused as she snuggle back into her chair, there was than enough time to pack.
A/N: I know it's short but I'm not really used to writing long paragraphs.