DISCLAIMER: I OWN DOMOVOI AND LOUISE, AND ANY OTHER CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS OF MY OWN/BECCA'S CREATION. ANY OTHERS ARE PROPERTY OF J K ROWLING
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I sat back on my sofa and watched her, her lapis lazuli eyes reflecting the many shades of red coming from the fire, she had been staring into space for several minutes now. Louise Grubbly-Plank, one of my oldest friends.
"Louise…Louise…Lou," I shook her shoulder gently and she jumped slightly, coming out of her dazed state. "huh?" she mumbled, looking up at me "Are you alright? I lost you for a while there," my brow furrowed, she wasn't usually this distant, but then we had a lot to think about at the moment.
"Yeah, I'm ok, just thinking," she smiled at me, pulling herself up into a sitting position, I watched her, looking for signs to tell me otherwise "If you're sure," I said, moving along the sofa so I was opposite her.
Before I go on, you need a bit of background, my name is Domovoi David Roger Cross. I'm a pureblood, part of one of the older families. I live with my mother Lylinia and my father Xidenous. I have known Louise since I was seven and we knew almost everything about each other, note that I say almost. But now we were eleven and soon we would be going to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I had heard so much about it in recent months that my excitement was almost limitless.
As usual, when thinking about hogwarts, I was once again pulled into an imagined world inside an old castle with magic and wonders around every turn. But suddenly Louise pulled me out of my fantasy
"What if they separate us?" she suddenly blurted to me
I chuckled good naturedly "wait, what?" but the same thought had been on my mind a lot as well.
"This is NOT funny! I don't want to be on my own," she growled, and I saw a real mix of frustration and fear in her eyes. I stopped chuckling and looked sombre for a minute "Look, it'll be fine. I promise, I won't leave you," then my grin slowly crept back onto my face "I fear too much for my life!"
she groaned and stood up "I'm gonna head home, I'll see you tomorrow," she walked out to the hall, grabbing her shoes along the way "You know, I hate you sometimes?"
I grinned, knowing she wasn't serious "I know", she took a half herted swipe at my chest and a feigned injury "Aaahhh, I'm wounded," I cried, my grin never leaving my face
she grinned slightly "Bye!" she said, stepping outside the door, "Bye!" I called back, and grinning, slammed the door very hard.
I watched her leaving along the street, she was pretty of course, her amazing blue eyes, her smile, her laugh, but she was a girl, stuff like that was for adults. I walked over to the door leading upstairs and listened, hearing nothing I moved over the the fire and sat down in front of it.
I reached down to my feet and pulled off my socks, revealing 10 black painted toenails. I examined them, admiring my work, then I heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly pulled my socks back on. I wasn't ready for anyone to know this secret yet, not even my best friend.