Perpetual Darkness
~a
seventh year story~
"So…where is
everybody?" Harry asked Ron as they headed up the stairs in the Burrow. It was
oddly quiet—no Fred and George blowing things up, no Ginny banging in and out
of her room with her friends, no Percy yelling at them all to keep quiet.
Ron took a deep
breath, as though he was going to have to speak for a long time. "Percy's
bought a house in Hogsmeade. Can't imagine why," he added sarcastically. "He's
probably down there throwing a fit at the movers he hired—not that he has that
much stuff—because his desk isn't at a perfect right angle to his bed or
something. The deal on Fred and George's joke shop finally went through, and
they're either stocking up for opening or blowing something up in their flat.
Ginny's gone off to visit one of her friends in New York. She should be back in
a few days."
"*Your*
mom let *Ginny* go to New York on her own?" Harry asked, amazed. Mrs. Weasley was usually so protective…
"Yep. Surprised
me, too." Harry and Ron had reached Ron's room by this time. Ron kicked the door
open and tossed Hedwig's empty cage on the bed—Hedwig had been gone for some
time delivering a letter to Hermione. Harry followed suit and dropped the rest
of his things on the floor. "I didn't say anything, but I've seen this girl at
school, and something about her bothers me. "
Harry frowned.
"What's her name?"
"Shanathiam
Jourdan. You know, that weird girl with the really long hair who only wears
black? She's a year below us."
Harry nodded
slowly. He'd seen her in the corridors at Hogwarts, and she seemed kind of dark
and creepy. "Isn't she in Slytherin?"
Ron snorted.
"No. But she should be. I remember when her brother was still at Hogwarts—he
was two years above us. *He* was in Slytherin, I know that for a fact…I
heard rumors that he was a Death Eater."
"I remember
him…he was always a jerk to anyone who wasn't a Slytherin. Then again, most of
them are," Harry added on a second thought. "But I know what you mean." He
grinned suddenly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he was worse than Malfoy."
Ron laughed, and
the issue of Ginny's trip was forgotten as Harry and Ron moved on to talk about
the latest Quidditch match between Great Britain and Andorra.
In New York,
however, all was not forgotten. Shanathiam, dubbed Thea by Ginny, was busy
converting her new friend into a person more like herself. The two of them were
out shopping for a "new look", as Thea put it.
"I don't know,
Thea…" Ginny said dubiously when she held up a black leather minidress at a
Goth store near Thea's flat, or "apartment", as they called them in the States.
"Aw, come on,
Gin! You'd look so cute in this! Readheads look great in black!" Thea
exclaimed.
She sighed. "All
right. I will *try it on*. That does *not* mean I will
necessarily buy it."
Thea grinned.
"Awesome. Now go." She chased Ginny into the dressing rooms with a load of
black clothing in every fabric imaginable. Thea stood outside the door of one
of the rooms and handed things in to Ginny. "The minidress first," Thea said.
"Then the tube top with the glitter miniskirt, and then the halter with the
longer leather skirt and this—" she held up a shawl-like piece of fabric
" — around your
waist."
"Whoa! One thing
at a time!" Ginny exclaimed. "Okay, minidress first…" she took the skimpy piece
of leather into the dressing room and, once she changed into it and looked into
the mirror, had to admit that it at least flattered her figure.
"Gin?" called
Thea's voice from outside the room. "You changed yet? Come out and let me see."
Ginny
reluctantly unlatched the door and slipped through it, casting an uncertain
look at Thea. "Oooh!" she exclaimed. "Gin, girl, *promise* me that when
we buy this, you'll wear it at least once."
"I'm buying it?"
Ginny asked. Her question seemed to go unheard as Thea darted off to locate fishnet
tights and high-heeled, thigh-high boots.
"Go-Go boots?" Ginny asked when Thea returned. "You want me to wear
Go-Go boots?"
"Sure, why not?
They'll look soooo cute with that dress, and with a bunch of this other stuff—"
Thea motioned to a large pile on the floor "—and then you'll need a pair of
shorter ones to go with longer skirts, of course…" she wandered off again in
search of the boots and came back with them—and several more articles of
clothing, including a black-and-silver string bikini.
"Ohhhhh, no. No
*way* am I wearing that. Besides, my mum would have a fit," Ginny said
when she saw it.
"Oh, please? For
me? At least try it on! It'd look so awesome on you…"
"But summer's
half over! What's the point?"
Thea smiled
wickedly. "We're going to the pool tomorrow, that's what's the point."
Ginny blanched,
but obediently tried on the string bikini, along with several more minidresses,
miniskirts, tube tops, halter tops, unbelievably short shorts and even more
unbelievingly tight spaghetti-strap shirts. It was all black, or gold, or
silver, with an occasional touch of bright yellow or blue or orange. Thea
discarded only a few things and bought the rest with her credit card. Just how
a sixteen-year-old girl had ended up with a credit card Ginny didn't know, but
she sensed it would be better not to ask questions.
"Time to hit the
makeup counters!" Thea said cheerfully after leaving the store. "Oh, and of
course you'll need some jewelry. And I have the most *awesome* idea
about what we can do with your hair, we'll need to go to the drugstore for
that…"
Ginny finally
resigned herself to an afternoon of being dragged across New York City.
Okay, so what
did you think??? Was it good??? Bad??? Ugly??? ::giggles:: Anyways…I have one
request of you guys. As I've said before, I need an editor!!! If you're
interested, please email me at either neon_green_slinky@hotmail.com
or hermionegweasley@yahoo.com.
Oh!!! And I'm also starting a trivia…thingy…not exactly a newsletter per se,
but something along those lines. If you want to get it, email me the following:
Your name/pename, email address, and the answer to the following trivia
questions: What is Dumbledore's brother's name? or Who is Madam Rosamerta? An answer to these
questions IS necessary, because it'll let me know what kind of trivia questions
to send you. I'll explain the rules to ya'll once I get at least five
responses!!!
Sicily (who has
somehow turned herself back into a "human"): Like anyone would actually WANT
your stupid newsletter?!?!
RARC: syntax error fifteen-oh-one. define
"stupid".
Me: I thought I
turned that thing off…
RARC: syntax error fifty-six. specify "thing".
Sicily & I:
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
RARC: yes, ma'm.
