A/N: This had some weird things about it. I fixed it. ^-^
Chapter 3, Pt. 2:
Cal's POV
After running out of the Gryffindor common room, I ran my ass off to catch up with Alwyn. How could she leave me like that? She knew how much I hated being put in situations like that! She was in deep shit. I finally caught up with her.
"Alwyn!" She kept running. What could I do to stop her? I looked around for something to stop her. I saw my wand sticking out of my pocket. I yanked it out and aimed at her. "Impedimenta!" With a too strong flick of my wrist, the wand hurled towards her, hitting her in the back of the neck. She not only tripped and fell to the floor, but she also, presumably, had a horrible pain in the back of her neck. She turned to me, her face flushed with anger.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" She got to her feet, my wand in her right hand, her wand in the left.
"I didn't mean it! I'm sor –" Something sharp hit me in my forehead. "Okay, that was just rude and uncalled for!" I picked up her weapon of choice. My wand. Revenge is just a bitch, isn't it? She rolled her eyes.
"I believe in an eye for an eye treatment. Now come on. We've a long corridor to walk down." I groaned, trudging behind.
"Seriously? More walking?"
"Yeah. More walking."
"So how do we get in there anyway?" She laughed. "Don't laugh! I seriously don't know how to get in!"
"No, it's not a bad thing! I just can't believe you've never been in!"
"Well how'd you find out?" She smiled, a stereotypically Irish Mona Lisa.
"I've got my sources. Ah, here we are!" She stopped in front of a tapestry of what looked like some guy dancing to Thriller with a bunch of trolls.
"So where's the door? How do we get in? Seriously, Allie, I'm tired and I need a Red Bull or something. Just hurry this up."
"Walk back and forth three times and think something along the lines of 'I need to get to Draco and Harry,' each time you pass. Then the door will appear and we can go save the Ice Prince."
"Fiiiiiiiiine." I started pacing. I need to find Draco and Harry¸ I thought as I passed the tapestry. I need to find Draco and Harry. I need to find Draco and Harry. I glanced at the wall. An iron door appeared in front. Swirling rods decorated the monster-sized door. They looked like octopus tentacles. It was an awesome door. "Hey, Al? Think it's here." She stopped pacing.
"That it is," She walked up to the door. "Damn, this thing looks heavy. Help me open it?" I nodded. We pushed the door open to reveal Draco and Harry, sitting on a couch writing essays. Draco looked up.
" 'Lo," He said. I smiled. Inside, I was dying a fangirl squeal-induced death. Draco Malfoy, the hottest Slytherin to ever roam Hogwarts, was talking to me. Damn me for not having manparts. He might like me if I did. "Who're you and why are you here?"
"Awfully blunt, Dray," Harry looked up from his papers. He pointed to us. My organs turned to jelly. I felt a fangirly scream start in the pit of my stomach. "You're Calisto, and you're Alwyn. Slytherins. Dray, you should know this."
"Well I'm awfully sorry I've been busy and forgotten everyone's names!" Alwyn giggled. Draco seemed to realize that we were still here. "So, what's up?" Alwyn spoke for us.
"Hermione and Ron told us we'd probably find you here," She saw the freaked out look on their faces. "Oh, that sounded weird. Okay, well, um, you know that, ah, fangirl from yesterday? The gothic Slytherin?" Draco nodded. "She thinks Cal and I are her friends, and she, um, told us that she's planning to, ah, force you to go to that muggle concert with her." Well, well, well. The brave and ballsy Alwyn was just as nervous as I, only externally.
"So she's going to kidnap me?"
"Basically."
"Oh hell no," Harry said in a highly non-Harry fashion. "No one's going near him."
"She's going to try. She should still be in the dorms – "
" – Which are, by the way, incredibly huge and include a closet and bathroom." I mentioned. Draco looked at me. I read his thoughts like muggle teens read Twilight: It speaks!
"I've been harassing Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall for years for a closet. Who'd she fuck to get one?"
"We don't know. But anyway," I liked this new Calisto. She could speak in front of sex gods! Alwyn seemed to relax when equipped with the knowledge that I could speak for us. "She should still be in the dorms, waiting for the blood from her self-inflicted wounds to dry. I'd be willing to guess that this is one of the first places she'd look for you, other than the common rooms. You should try to get somewhere safe and hidden." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco. Aww.
"You can stay with me, love." Draco smiled.
"Alright. Guess we should leave now, yeah?" I nodded and headed for the door with Alwyn. "Thanks for the warning."
"Anytime. See ya 'round."
"Wait, you'll get caught by Filch." Harry seemed worried. About us. This was too much for my poor, fangirly heart to handle.
"We'll be fine," Alwyn said, finding her voice. "Just worry about Draco." The boy in question handed Harry his papers and a robe. It had a crazy pattern on it. Wow. I'd never pegged Harry as a crazy robe type. Alwyn opened the door and held it for us as we walked out. As we walked down the hall with the two awesomest people in the school, Alwyn and I shared silent fangirl screams. I couldn't believe our luck. Still can't really. We gossiped as we walked down the corridor. I soon became somewhat paranoid and began to hear squeaks and thuds as we walked. I constantly looked behind us, seeing nothing but the darkness of Hogwarts and flashes of black. Ghosts, maybe? Guess I was more tired than I thought. I really needed a nap. I looked down at my boots. They were made of leather, old and inhumane, but stylish and sensible for the awful weather we'd been having lately. There was a lot of hail and sleet. Hogwarts seemed to be under constant attack from the weather gods. We couldn't have any nice -
"Where'd Dray go?" Harry asked. Shit. Did I actually see something or someone? "Dray? Dray!" Harry called. I could tell he was freaking out.
"Dray! Draaaay!" We all called.
"I bet it was that goth bitch you were telling us about," Harry said. "What's her name?"
"Ebony. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way." Harry laughed.
"Ridiculous name. I'll kill her when I find her with Dray."
"Gotta be careful," Al said. "I'm pretty sure she's a Mary Sue, and a dangerous one at that."
"Mary Sue or not, she's still dead meat. I've never used the killing curse before, but there's a first time for everything." It seemed darker in the corridor, suicide-inducingly dark, like when a blanket that wraps around your head while you're sleeping and you can't breathe. I looked around for telltale signs of Ebony nearby, such as makeup or blood left behind from one of her razors. What I spotted was much more demented.
Not to sound like a drama queen or something, but I started shaking when I saw it. It was just so…creepy. Insane, almost. Not almost. Take the word insane and make it ten times more insane, then you'd know how scared I was.
Written across the wall, in blood, was the phrase "THE BOI IZ MINE, AND WER OF 2 DA KONCERT." Guess this was the "goffik" equivalent of a note on the fridge. Even when she wanted to be scary and informative, Ebony still couldn't spell correctly.
