There was a bit of a gap between these chaps. I've been so busy recently. Review people! It makes me happy :D Even tho this chapter is short XD
Chapter 4
The hands were white, hard as stone and cold as ice. I reached for it but it darted out my way. I tried and tried, but it was unreachable.I reached so hard, and then I saw him laughing. My love- Scorpius. His beautiful face sickened by a laugh so scary yet attempts reduced me to tears and near death
"Rose? Rosie wake up!"
My eyes flickered open gently, as my dad's frantic voice and shoulder shook me awake. My eyes flinched at the brightness. It was the carriage we were riding in, it was warming. Harry stood, immersed in his thoughts while Lord Pheasant was muttering under his breath. My dad stood in front of me. I shook my head of all the sleepiness.
"Sorry to wake you poppet. It's four o clock in the morning but we arrived." I stood up frantically and my family's cat that followed us, Crystal, fell to the ground with a sharp meow.
"But how?" My voice was high-pitched and surprise and fear echoed out of it.
"Asking, spells, logic."
"Rose- you might not want to come. You could stay here and the carriage driver will baby-"
He really should not have said that. I thought as my face turned into a firce expression. I did inherit my dad's temper,"Dad. I am not a child anymore. I am nearly 17 years old!"
My dad paused for a bit and said softly," Okay"
Lord Pheasent lunged into battle mode," We wear the cloaks, sneak in and find relevant infomation then we use the evidence to arrest him!"
They started pacing and muttering. I stood, dazed at the thought of stepping into danger, and having a sick feeling of excitment as I was about to see my lover again. Well not my lover but someone I dreamed of being my lover.
It was a few minutes of me daydreaming and my, Phoebe and Angela's dad being caught up in plans. Then they threw an invisiblity cloak at me.
"This is a special cloak Rosie?" My dad said." Just like the third hallow."
My dad believes in that legend. He sometimes has very intense conversations about it, usually when he is bored on train journeys.
He slipped it on himself, and he was no longer place where my dad stood showed no sign of his exsistence. Harry and Lord Pheasent did the same, and it has the same effect. I sighed and slipped on mine. I peered into the mirror that decoratted the wall and there wasn't a girl there peering in. There was just the matted armchair behind. I gasped in atonishment and followed Harry out the carriage door and stood oppsite the castle, taking in its vastness and gotchic edge.
It was enormous, for one thing. Just standing in it presence made me feel timid. I breathed out heavily and looked at the tiers. It made me feel unwanted. The fields around, seemed to swallow us in. There was no turning back.
I felt a sweaty hand pat my back, and that was my signal from my dad to move.
"Less breathing Rosie?" Harry hissed and I held my breath as we crept past the masked guards. We creaked open the door and I saw the guard's head turn. I tensed, and screwed up my eyes.
We saw the Entrance hall- it was black and had an arch. Pictures of the Malfoys were covering the walls. I scoured for the one of Scorpius and saw it. I melted. My mouth fell open and my eyes fluttered. I was glad I was invisible. He looked beautiful. His hair glued to his head and his grey eyes pierced me. It was labelled Scorpius Malfoy . I ran the name Rose Malfoy through my head unwillingly.
Then I saw something that sickened me that emotionally stabbed me. It was Scorpius again, but someone was holding his hand. It wasn't his mother, or a sister, or a cousin. It was a girlfriend. She had the princess look- the look I would have a million stylists to achieve. She had thick blonde hair, the blue soulful longing eyes and the body that lives on celery. It wasn't the way she looked imcualtely perfect( Their kids would be asthetically perfect) , it was the fact she had a smug look on her face. Tears got caught in my eyelashes, and I looked through them at the gold plaque underneath. Scorpious Malfoy, heir, with his wife-to-be, Tiffany Redford .
I banged the wall, and instantly regretted it. My hand started to throb and my dad hissed," What was that?"
"No Idea!" Angela's dad said." Let's contemplate the pictures- they show his ancestors and may have meaning in the attack!"
I spent a content half an hour gazing dreamily into Scorpius' portrait and planning ways to wipe the smug face off 'Tiffany Redford''s pouty plastic surgery face, when I started to get bored. I took a seat in a hard, red, pristine chair decorated with flowers.
I heard the voice. His voice. The one that made me melt at the knees, the one of my angel. I blushed a red that clashed with my hair and scurried forward to hear the source. It came from a door which led to a narrow and spindly staircase. I took a deep breath,and suddenly I forgot I was with the three chiefs of army. I just inhaled Scorpius.
I climbed down the spindly steps to a room which seemed like a cupboard. I pushed the door gently and got a sharper image of him, his back to me. I giggled randomly. He looked fit from the back.
"And oh my god her face. Her smile. Her confidence. And the way her red hair just falls. I can't help it!"
I pushed the door back and screamed under my breath. He liked me back!
