Tattle-tale
Her mind was racing, her heart thumping in her throat. This cannot be happening, she thought, her eyes searching for a way out. This cannot be real. She was standing in the middle of the Entrance hall with her hands clutching at her stomach, her attention almost solely focused on the horror that lay before her. She took in the wall before her, knowing that there was no way anyone missed what was pasted all over it.
She ran towards it, trying desperately to rip the paper off the wall, but it was no use. Every inch she gained on the devilish parchment, was another inch that it scooted away from her. She could feel tears prickling her eyes, and people staring at her back. She couldn't stop as the paper began to scream what was written on its pages.
"DEAR DIARY," it started, and Romilda let out a scream of anguish as she couldn't stop it. "TODAY I WATCHED AS HARRY AND HIS FRIENDS GOT INTO SOME MISCHIEF. I HAVE TO SAY…" There was a shout and a fire ball flew in the pages direction. It let out a squeak as it was burnt to a crisp before her eyes. The relief that washed through her was short lived as another piece began its declaration.
"DEAR DIARY, I REALLY WANTED HARRY TO ASK ME TO THE YULE BALL, BUT I HEARD HE WAS GOING TO ASK PAVARTI INSTEAD. THAT WITCH ISN'T EVEN WORTH HIS TIME! I WONDER IF HE WOULD STILL GO WITH HER IF HE KNEW –" She quickly sent another fireball at the parchment, almost missing but thankfully scorching it thoroughly. Romilda looked behind her to where students had gathered. Among them was Gryffindor Patil twin, her mouth hanging. There would be time to apologise later, she thought, her attention turning back to her magically animated diary.
"Please stop!" she screamed as two pages started to spout their secrets together. "Who did this?!" she couldn't keep back the tears as they ran down her face. She was trying her best to get rid of the paper, but she just couldn't cast fast enough and her secrets were being spilt. Without thinking, Romilda screamed and sent multiple curses at the wall. The spells ricocheted across the hallway, one speeding towards the students gathered at the stairs, the other heading straight for the house points. The world slowed as she saw a few of the students quickly cast protection spells, blocking most of the others. Her eyes, however, were drawn to the shimmering tubes of precious stones which were hit full on with a spike of magic. The glass shattered beautifully, the splinters quickly turning to sand as they were deflected by those around. The wonderfully sparkly rubies and sapphires spilt to the floor as the emeralds slowly trickled from the small hole made in its side. Romilda stared at her handiwork, the silence in the hall deafening. The only thing that kept her from falling apart, was the small sense of victory she felt at the lack of linguistic pages.
A/N: Words - 512
Ancient Runes #3 - Task #3: doing anything in their power to stop a disaster from happening