don't ask me where this came from. sorry bout the quidditch, i know, i'm obsessed. i know i'm writing a billion other things, but it'll only be two or three long, so please r/r
Save Tonight
Fight the break the dawm
Come tommorrow
Tommorrow I'll be gone
Arabella Figg sat on the bed, absently stroking her cat. Actually, it was just one of her cats...she was only supposed to have one...but when Miffy went and decided to have a litter, well, that wasn't Arabella's fault, now was it?
So she absently stroked one of her cats, and thought about Dumbledore had said in class that day.
"Dark Arts are not dark to those they appeal to," he had said in the middle of their Transfiguration class. "They see it purely as a power that can and should be used. And if extrodinary power can be harness through inhumane means, then why not use it?"
Arabella had held her breath, thinking that Dumbledore, of all people, was rationalizing Dark Arts. "Because," and his voice had gone a steely cold, " It isn't humane. It's power...that's meant to stay with the bearer, and not forced out. The power of love is always stronger than the power of hate."
It had come totally out of the blue, this dark arts slash philosophy lesson, but perhaps that was why it had stuck with Arabella for the rest of the day, which was perhaps how the head of the Gryffindor house had meant it.
"Scooch, Alf," she told the cat, who was edging on to her pillow.
"Talking to cats again?" Sibyll Trelawney, her year mate, drifted in. "Honestly, Arabella..." Sibyll sniffed; it was beneath her to consult anything closer to earth then the stars.
"Oh, shut up, Sibyll." Minerva McGonall stormed into the room, obviously unhappy. "Don't you have anything better to do than pseudomagic?"
"As opposed to living mylife as a witch ignorant of the fates?" Sibyll retorted scowling.
"Just because you can't do anything else," Minerva muttered, but Sibyll didn't hear her, which was perhaps fortunate.
"Arabella!" Minerva saw her other classmate for the first time. With another glare at Sibyll, she bounded over. "Proffessor Dumbldore was acting kinda weirdly today, don't you think?" She scrounged up her nose in a way that meant she was thinking.
"He was looking at Tom when he said it," Arabella said slowly. "You know, Dumbledore doesn't like him, and he isn't usually that judgemental."
"The fates have informed me," Sibyll said, pausing for dramatic affect, "That Tom Riddle is my destiny." She sighed dreamily.
Arabella snorted, and Minerva scowled. "I've got to go to Quidditch practice," Arabella said, once she had smothered her giggles. "See ya later!" She smiled, and bounded out. Minerva, faced with the prospect of being alone with Sibyll, decided to go down to the common room, followed by a trail of kittens. Each -human and non-human- turned up it's nose at it passed the 'divine' student.
Oh, damn. Arabella scowled as she saw green cloaked figures approaching the field below. She glanced at Jacob Wood, who hadturned positively red, and followed the rest of the team down to the ground to confront the Slytherins.
"It's our turn on the field, Malfoy." Wood managed to choke down his anger enough to speak. With the the two groups lined up and facing eachother, and the last rays of light cast across the field, it looked like a stand off.
Which, perhaps, it was.
"What are you going to do about it, Wood?" Lucius sneered. "Make us leave?" The Slytherins were indeed imposing in their bulk; all were formidible, with only Lucius and Tom Riddle considered normal in stature.
But Wood stood his ground firmly, and the Gryffindors moved a bit closer. Lucius turned his sneer to Arabella. "Running out of guys over at Gryffindor," he taunted. "Have to get girls to fight your battles now?"
Arabella would have tackled him, then and there, but Wood's glare held her back. "'fraid you'll get beat by a girl, Malfoy?" Wood smiled slightly, and glanced over at Arabella. She nodded. "Care to find out?"
Malfoyhad turned pink by now. "No girl... or Gryffindor," he added, just for extra measure, "could beat ANY slytherin." He smiled. "So why don't we find out if she's better than Riddle, over here."
Tom, though not particularly bulky, was extremely tall, and even more so as he straghtened up with a slightly malicious smile, and turned slowly to Arabella.
How can Sibyll like him? Arabella thought, blushing as Tom's gaze ligered over her. He's so... arrogant. Ugh.
"Fine." Wood frowned, wondering how Lucius weasled his way out of this one. "A race. Back and forth across the field."
Tom's gaze moved to Wood, leaving Arabella relieved. She mounted her broom,and hovered, waiting for Malfoy's reply. But it was Tom who answered.
"Sure. For the field, right?" He lifted an eyebrow, as though challenging Wood to say no.
"Yes," Wood hissed, sounding for all the world like a coiling snake. Arabella would have flown to the end of of the field, but Wood caught her arm, still glaring at the Slytherins.
"You know you can beat him," he whispered fiercely. "Just go out there, and do your best." But they both knew he meant win.
Arabella smiled, covering up her anxiety. "In the broom, Jacob." She flew off.
The Slytherins had decided they were going to 'ref' which pretty much consisted of moving their considerable bulk into Arabella's lane. The Gryffindors, understandably, did not take kindly to this, and a small fight was started between Lucius and Wood. Again.
Tom looked over and smiled. "They don't get along, do they?"
Arabella smiled as well, but it turned into more of a grimace as she watched Lucius throw a well aimed punch at Wood. "You started it, you know."
Tom laughed. "It's not entirely our fault Wood's a fanatic and has booked the field every day from now until Spring."
"Well... I guess," Arabella admited grudgingly, remembering theearly morning practices Wood had called last week, until Dumbledore made him stop because various Quiditch players were snoozing during class. She turned her gaze back to the fight, where Wood had whacked his broom over Malfoy's head. "How long do you think this will take?"
"Longer than I'm willing to wait." Tom swung his broom around, then glanced back over his shoulder. "You coming?"
Arabella glanced at Wood, and shook her head, slightly ruefully. "Wood would kill me," she told him, looking with fondness over to the Quidditch captian.
Tom shrugged. "Whatever." He zoomed off back to the castle.
Arabella watched him go, with mingling relief and regret. Tom Riddle, school hero, the one that had uncovered the mystery of the chamber of secrets last year. And Tom Riddle, who Dumbledore, of all people, despised.
Tom Riddle. Arabella sighed.
Don't ask. I know, kinda weird. oh well. r/r, tell me if you like it, so i know whether to write more or not.
Save Tonight
Fight the break the dawm
Come tommorrow
Tommorrow I'll be gone
Arabella Figg sat on the bed, absently stroking her cat. Actually, it was just one of her cats...she was only supposed to have one...but when Miffy went and decided to have a litter, well, that wasn't Arabella's fault, now was it?
So she absently stroked one of her cats, and thought about Dumbledore had said in class that day.
"Dark Arts are not dark to those they appeal to," he had said in the middle of their Transfiguration class. "They see it purely as a power that can and should be used. And if extrodinary power can be harness through inhumane means, then why not use it?"
Arabella had held her breath, thinking that Dumbledore, of all people, was rationalizing Dark Arts. "Because," and his voice had gone a steely cold, " It isn't humane. It's power...that's meant to stay with the bearer, and not forced out. The power of love is always stronger than the power of hate."
It had come totally out of the blue, this dark arts slash philosophy lesson, but perhaps that was why it had stuck with Arabella for the rest of the day, which was perhaps how the head of the Gryffindor house had meant it.
"Scooch, Alf," she told the cat, who was edging on to her pillow.
"Talking to cats again?" Sibyll Trelawney, her year mate, drifted in. "Honestly, Arabella..." Sibyll sniffed; it was beneath her to consult anything closer to earth then the stars.
"Oh, shut up, Sibyll." Minerva McGonall stormed into the room, obviously unhappy. "Don't you have anything better to do than pseudomagic?"
"As opposed to living mylife as a witch ignorant of the fates?" Sibyll retorted scowling.
"Just because you can't do anything else," Minerva muttered, but Sibyll didn't hear her, which was perhaps fortunate.
"Arabella!" Minerva saw her other classmate for the first time. With another glare at Sibyll, she bounded over. "Proffessor Dumbldore was acting kinda weirdly today, don't you think?" She scrounged up her nose in a way that meant she was thinking.
"He was looking at Tom when he said it," Arabella said slowly. "You know, Dumbledore doesn't like him, and he isn't usually that judgemental."
"The fates have informed me," Sibyll said, pausing for dramatic affect, "That Tom Riddle is my destiny." She sighed dreamily.
Arabella snorted, and Minerva scowled. "I've got to go to Quidditch practice," Arabella said, once she had smothered her giggles. "See ya later!" She smiled, and bounded out. Minerva, faced with the prospect of being alone with Sibyll, decided to go down to the common room, followed by a trail of kittens. Each -human and non-human- turned up it's nose at it passed the 'divine' student.
Oh, damn. Arabella scowled as she saw green cloaked figures approaching the field below. She glanced at Jacob Wood, who hadturned positively red, and followed the rest of the team down to the ground to confront the Slytherins.
"It's our turn on the field, Malfoy." Wood managed to choke down his anger enough to speak. With the the two groups lined up and facing eachother, and the last rays of light cast across the field, it looked like a stand off.
Which, perhaps, it was.
"What are you going to do about it, Wood?" Lucius sneered. "Make us leave?" The Slytherins were indeed imposing in their bulk; all were formidible, with only Lucius and Tom Riddle considered normal in stature.
But Wood stood his ground firmly, and the Gryffindors moved a bit closer. Lucius turned his sneer to Arabella. "Running out of guys over at Gryffindor," he taunted. "Have to get girls to fight your battles now?"
Arabella would have tackled him, then and there, but Wood's glare held her back. "'fraid you'll get beat by a girl, Malfoy?" Wood smiled slightly, and glanced over at Arabella. She nodded. "Care to find out?"
Malfoyhad turned pink by now. "No girl... or Gryffindor," he added, just for extra measure, "could beat ANY slytherin." He smiled. "So why don't we find out if she's better than Riddle, over here."
Tom, though not particularly bulky, was extremely tall, and even more so as he straghtened up with a slightly malicious smile, and turned slowly to Arabella.
How can Sibyll like him? Arabella thought, blushing as Tom's gaze ligered over her. He's so... arrogant. Ugh.
"Fine." Wood frowned, wondering how Lucius weasled his way out of this one. "A race. Back and forth across the field."
Tom's gaze moved to Wood, leaving Arabella relieved. She mounted her broom,and hovered, waiting for Malfoy's reply. But it was Tom who answered.
"Sure. For the field, right?" He lifted an eyebrow, as though challenging Wood to say no.
"Yes," Wood hissed, sounding for all the world like a coiling snake. Arabella would have flown to the end of of the field, but Wood caught her arm, still glaring at the Slytherins.
"You know you can beat him," he whispered fiercely. "Just go out there, and do your best." But they both knew he meant win.
Arabella smiled, covering up her anxiety. "In the broom, Jacob." She flew off.
The Slytherins had decided they were going to 'ref' which pretty much consisted of moving their considerable bulk into Arabella's lane. The Gryffindors, understandably, did not take kindly to this, and a small fight was started between Lucius and Wood. Again.
Tom looked over and smiled. "They don't get along, do they?"
Arabella smiled as well, but it turned into more of a grimace as she watched Lucius throw a well aimed punch at Wood. "You started it, you know."
Tom laughed. "It's not entirely our fault Wood's a fanatic and has booked the field every day from now until Spring."
"Well... I guess," Arabella admited grudgingly, remembering theearly morning practices Wood had called last week, until Dumbledore made him stop because various Quiditch players were snoozing during class. She turned her gaze back to the fight, where Wood had whacked his broom over Malfoy's head. "How long do you think this will take?"
"Longer than I'm willing to wait." Tom swung his broom around, then glanced back over his shoulder. "You coming?"
Arabella glanced at Wood, and shook her head, slightly ruefully. "Wood would kill me," she told him, looking with fondness over to the Quidditch captian.
Tom shrugged. "Whatever." He zoomed off back to the castle.
Arabella watched him go, with mingling relief and regret. Tom Riddle, school hero, the one that had uncovered the mystery of the chamber of secrets last year. And Tom Riddle, who Dumbledore, of all people, despised.
Tom Riddle. Arabella sighed.
Don't ask. I know, kinda weird. oh well. r/r, tell me if you like it, so i know whether to write more or not.