The owls flooded the Great Hall earlier than expected. Parcels dropped down into peoples bowls, plates and laps. But there was one off-color owl that caught every body's attention. It was more of a purplish-black than a red or white or brown. It bombarded itself down to Anastasia's plate. (Which was empty, thank God.) It propped itself up on one knee, wobbling violently. Anastasia lifted it onto her finger. It was a bat, not an owl. Everyone stared.
"Ah, Duch-" Four people gasped as Anastasia flung her hand at it's mouth.
"Raconteur? What are you doing here?" She hissed. "And do not call me 'Duchess Anastasia' because that is not who I am here. Address me as Anna," Students stared with wide eyes as Anastasia barked silent, angered words at Raconteur. |
"Anna, you must come back with me to Russia-"
"Never!" She said a little bit too loudly. Ravenclaw's turned.
"But, Anast- I'm sorry. Anna, you must! It is required! You are to return to Russia to fulfill the crown's name-"
"The crown means nothing to me, anymore! Every one is dead! I am useless! Now leave me alone! You are embarrassing me!" Raconteur sighed impatiently and pulled on Anastasia's finger. It gave up after thirty seconds of useless pulling.
"You are one stubborn Duchess..." Raconteur muttered under his breath. Anastasia flicked him away. He cursed and flew off out the window. She looked around and nobody seemed to be that interested anymore. A few Slytherin's started muttering about the happenings. Anastasia sighed and removed herself from the Great Hall to think.
Anastasia watched as the rest of the Slytherin's practiced on the Quidditch Pitch. She thought Marcus looked good in the Quid robes. She sighed and gazed up at the sky, which was a huge mistake. Raconteur was circling around the stands in desperation of getting her back to Russia. Anastasia carefully slid down the steps to the very bottom to hide herself from whatever he was planning for her.