A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another update. It took longer than expected for me to get a chance to actually sit down and type this, but I finally did. We're having standardized state testing in school tomorrow, so the teachers aren't allowed to give us homework! Yes! I have to sit in my smelly gym for about three hours tomorrow and try to make sense of transcendentalist poetry and Shakespheare and crap, but at least I got a chance to update. It's a blessing in disguise. Or at least, that's how I'm trying to think of it.

Anywho, this is another short chapter. It felt kind of stand alone in my opinion. I'll get into some more LJ dynamics and interactions next chapter, but this chappie is just meant to spur the plot along. Hopefully its not too tedious. I tried to make it as amusing as possible.


"Sit." I was told sternly before being shoved unceremoniously into a rather uncomfortable wooden chair.

Potter was seated beside me in much the same manner.

Every inch of my skin was aching from being impaled with glass shards. My hair was disheveled, my robes were torn. My limbs were still trembling from the intensity of Potters stare. And I didn't even care. I was so angry, I was about ready to explode. I sort of wished I would explode. At least then I'd be doing the world a favor by taking Potter with me to the grave.

I barely heard Professor Sinistra's stern lecture. My ears were still ringing with the sound of shouting, exploding spheres of glass, and the muffled crash of furniture as they split apart upon collision. I tried to rip my mind away from that perpetual battlefield, and back into the present, but it was hard. Every time I though I was about to surface, Potters cold, blank stare would fill my mind, and jerk me back into that terrifying moment in the divination tower. In the back of my mind, I knew it was nothing more than a rapidly fading memory, and yet still, those bottomless chestnut orbs eerily captivated me for some reason, such that I was loathe to do anything about it but shudder. Potter wasn't even looking at me now, as we sat in Professor Sinistra's office, and yet he still held some strange power over me. And I hated it.

"… So disappointed in both of you. Though especially you Ms. Evans… I can't believe you'd behave this way… This is the third time this has happened, do you two realize that?… I will not tolerate you two destroying this school with your frivolous arguments… Something simply has to be done."

I heard Professor Sinistra's voice as though listening to a badly tuned radio, from a room on the opposite end of the house. It was a struggle just to hear, let alone comprehend, her at all. Her voice fluctuated in and out of my mind, and I barely had time to make sense of her initial words before more flowed in, and pushed the old ones right back out.

And if I thought that was madness, I was I for an even bigger surprise.

Before I knew what was happening, Professor Sinistra was telling us to stand up, and then leading us out of her office through a small doorway in the back, hidden behind a tapestry depicting the galaxy. It opened up to a long, winding hallway with no windows or doors. Professor Sinistra instructed us to walk, and followed behind us, a stony look upon her features.

I felt as though she were leading us to the gallows.

We walked and walked. The passageway gradually sloped upwards, and curved perpetually to the right. I had a feeling it probably curved around one of the towers of the castle. Maybe we weren't going to gallows after all. Maybe she was simply going to push us off a tower on the seventh floor and let gravity do the dirty work. Incidentally, this thought did nothing to calm the growing knot of anxiety I felt forming somewhere in my stomach.

Eventually though, the passageway did come to an end. Potter and I walked up to a large wooden door, and pushed it open to find ourselves standing on top of one of the tallest towers in the castle, and incidentally, the one in which Professor Sinistra taught our Astronomy class every Wednesday. Professor Sinistra followed behind us, pushing up her sleeves and pulling out her wand. Things were getting weirder by the minute…

She stood us in the center of the tower, side by side. I glanced sideways and saw Potter looking at me with the same confused expression I was sure was plastered upon my features. I was about to ask her what the hell she was planning on doing to us, but Potter beat me to it. "Er- Professor…" He asked hesitantly.

Geesh, I thought, Potter's actually bothering to be polite? He must have been just as wierded out as I was.

Professor Sinistra conveniently ignored this comment however. Potter looked like he was about to try again, but at just that moment Professor Sinistra raised her wand and pointed it at us, and that effectively shut him up. Trust me, there's nothing like an angry teacher brandishing a wand to motivate you to keep your tongue in check.

Professor Sinistra took in a sharp breath before speaking, "Alright you two, I'm sorry it's come to this, but I promised myself I'd give it a try if I found you fighting again. So don't blame me, blame yourselves. Hopefully this'll teach you to be a bit more civilized in the future. If not, well, it was worth a try, and don't forget, you do deserve this. Please hold hands for a moment."

I raised an eyebrow and Professor Sinistra glared. Potter quickly clasped my hand. Within seconds, she was raising her wand to my face and muttering a curse…

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"I told you!" I hissed, "Don't touch me!"

"Well excuse me," I heard Potter's annoyingly sardonic voice somewhere to my left, "For trying to help the handicapped person down the stairs. Merlin Lily, how dare I put my hand on your shoulder so your don't fall down three flights of stairs and bash you skull on solid granite!"

Before I could help myself, I snorted. You have to admit, it was a brilliant display of sarcasm. However, I couldn't have Potter think I actually found hisjoke even mildly amusing, so I quickly snapped, "I'm perfectly capable of walking down stairs on my own, thanks. And you couldn't care less if I snapped my neck or not, all you want is for me to hurry up so you don't miss your precious lunch hour."

I hadn't meant for my words to come out so bitterly, but they nevertheless served their purpose. I felt Potters hand leave my shoulder as I continued my slow descent down the astronomy tower stairs.

We didn't talk the rest of the way down. I thought I heard Potter mutter something along the lines of, "Just trying to help," but I was too preoccupied with gripping the handrail so tightly I was sure my knuckles must have gone white, and taking careful, meticulous step, after careful, meticulous step down the stairs.

You're probably fairly confused as to what the hell is going on at this point, huh? To be honest, so am I. I'll try to explain what I can.

Before we left the tower, Professor Sinistra put a spell on both of us. The instant she pointed her wand and muttered her spell, everything went black. I started screaming and swiping at everything in the vicinity. Professor Sinistra grabbed my arms so I wouldn't hurt Potter, and calmly told me she'd taken my vision. Although I think her intent was to calm me, this did nothing but incense my temper. I pulled a five-year-old and kicked her as hard as I possibly could in what I hoped was her shins. My toes were still sort of sore, I hate to think what her shins must look like.

After much gasping in pain and a bit of restrain on Potters part. Professor Sinistra assured me that the blindness was only temporary, and would cease at midnight tonight. All she'd wanted to do was give us an opportunity to 'trust' each other. Merlin, I'd almost gagged when I heard that sinful word. Me? Trust Potter? Fat chance.

Anyways, apparently I needed to learn to depend on someone else, and Potter needed to learn to be more attentive, or some shitty excuse like that. She'd put a spell on us that would force Potter to stay within five feet of me at all times (Though he got to keep his vision at least, lucky bastard) and force me to go about life for a day with no sight. I somehow failed to see how that would accomplish anything more than torture on my part, but didn't really get a chance to ask. After the whole 'shin-kicking shenanigan' Professor Sinistra seemed to be in quite a hurry to kick us out of the tower. She steered us in the direction of the staircase we usually came to class by and instructed us to come back up here at midnight to see her before the spell broke. Then she all but shoved us out of the tower and was on her merry way. Ho-hum…

So that's where I was now. Walking down three flights of stairs at the speed of snail, listening to Potter grumbling and muttering a string of profanities he thought I couldn't hear. I would have reminded him that I was blind, not deaf, but I figured twelve hours left us plenty of time to rub off on each others nerves, and anyways, the stairs didn't seem like the safest place at that point to start another row.


A/N: Yes, I know. It's a very cliche plotline. But I just got to thinking about all the endless comedic, as well as character driven possibilities it presents, and I couldn't help myself. Hopefully you guys will forgive my corniness. If anyone read my authors note at the beginning of the fic, you probably had an inkling this was coming anyhow.