Thanks to Rendezvoushero for the courage to send this in. I didn't finish the first chapter, but oh well. If any one is out there to read and review please do so, I could really use some encouragement. I just started writing fanfics, so forgive me if you think I suck (I could have made a joke there, but maybe we should get to know each other a little better). Forgive my sorry punctuation, too.
Lost in Transcendence
Chapter 1: Romantic Overtures, Slytherin Style
"Are sure about that? You mean you really saw the chamber?" Otto, my owl, nodded. "Did he see you? Well, of course he didn't see you or else you wouldn't be here."
"Damn it, I trusted him! Bastard, he told me Godric was imagining things!" I turned to Otto. "Can you find your way back in?"
"Yes, but I don't know how he got in. He muttered something even my owl ears could not hear and-"
"Shush, Salazar is coming!" I turned to the door just in time to see the knob turn.
"Rhiannon, my dear, are you in there?" Otis began to clean his feathers while I scurried for a book and threw myself onto the bed. I could hear the door open.
"Salazar!" Ok, maybe a little too much enthusiasm; I knew that had better tone it down. He had one eyebrow lifted. Did he know something was up? I wasn't sure; he always looked as if he was suspicious of something. I usually loved his intimidation techniques, but not when I was guilty. He may have been twenty-years older than me at 44, but he was the handsomest man I knew.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the book from my hands. Gulp; I knew I was in trouble, one way or another. Salazar turned and leered at Otto. "So, what did you do today?" He waited a few moments before returning his gaze to me. He reached up to my forehead and pushed a lock of black hair behind my right ear. He continued looking at me until he quickly raised his wand in his left hand and shot black sparks at the perch Otto sat on, making it disappear. "Get out of my room before you spread an infectious disease with your filth," he said without even looking at the bird. "I fucking hate owls," he professed with a look of sheer disgust.
"Asshole, you'll rot in hell for the things you've done! We'll talk later Rhiann," Otto spat as he flew from the room. Of course the only thing Salazar heard was the frantic screechings of a terrified owl.
"Your so mean, you totally could have hit him! I hate you! Get away from me!" I tried to role to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed my arm. "Don't touch me!"
He laughed; what a cruel bastard. Unfortunately, I should have remembered before I yelled at him that these were romantic overtures when one spoke to a Slytherin.
He looked me up and down. "You're lucky I even have sex with you." Awe, that's Slytherin for I love you.
"If you continue to talk to me like that then the next time we do have sex I'll turn into a hag while you're on top of me!" I'm a metamorphmagus.
"You wouldn't be my first." Awe, he'd love me no matter what I looked like.
"Ewe, that's gross; I've heard the stories, but I never knew they were true." Uh-oh, I went too far, I could tell the angry look beginning to cross his face.
"What stories?" Oh my God, he is so sensitive when he feels like his social character is being attacked. I should have known; I need to learn to keep my mouth shut and let him have the last word.
I moved closer to him and looked him in the eyes. "There are no stories; I only made that up to make you laugh, I'm sorry." I kissed him and pulled him to me, hoping to take his mind off of his worries.
He pulled away quickly and looked down at me. "If there were stories you would tell me, wouldn't you?"
"I would," I vowed just before I started to unbutton his shirt.
Xoxoxoxoxo, and then more xoxoxoxoxo.
