Tsyilna Llyria: Yeah, I actually have the entire album that those songs are on on my ipod. (borrowed it from my friend.) As well as Fallen and The Open Door and random songs from Origin, Anywhere But Home and some others. Evanescence is my alltime favorite band! And I'm glad you like!

Um, hiya... Brookes: arturhawkwing11's OC makes his appearance! And a double update!

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Chapter 4: Disgusted Glances

Look here she comes now

Bow down and stare in wonder

Oh how we love you

No flaws when you're pretending

But now I know she

Never was and never will be

You don't know how you've betrayed me

And somehow you've got everybody fooled

-Everybody's Fool (Evanescence)

Luna ducks her head to keep the other students from noticing her as she curls up in a niche in one of the walls of the courtyard. Frost gathers on her shikra and the ground while slushy tears fall. She's rather angry and hateful towards the cruel children of the two visiting schools as well as the small amount of brave ones from her own who dared torment her and the others just because they aren't human. ₰Moonbeam Follower?₰

She looks up and smiles sadly. ₰Hello, Sloth of the Shades.₰

₰What are you doing out here alone?₰ He sits down beside her, setting a book down in his own lap.

₰I don't really want to be around the humans right now.₰

₰Are they bugging you that much?₰

₰At times. They like calling me a monster.₰

His expression is murderous. ₰Why haven't you told me before this. Did you tell Snowy Holly?₰

₰No. I know that if I dared, he'd go off on a rampage, and people would get hurt.₰

His face softens a bit, but it's still cold and angry. ₰He has a right to.₰

₰Why?₰

₰Because, he loves you.₰ A smile breaks out on his face. ₰Dementors are monogamous. He will never love anyone other than you, and if you truly love him-₰

₰I do.₰

Even though it should be impossible, Shades' grin grows further. ₰You will be our queen one day very soon, just like Wandering Moon is now.₰ His hand reaches out to ruffle her ivory locks. ₰So don't ever take what the humans have to say to heart. They may think that we're evil and vile and beasts, but we aren't. We know that, and one day, we'll make them see it too. Now cheer up, we need to keep strong so we can help Snowy Holly.₰ He rolls his eyes. ₰I still can't believe that Cat put his name in there.₰

₰Neither can I, but it was really funny when he chased after her.₰

₰That it was.₰

As the time for the first task approaches, Snowy Holly increasingly spends his time separated from the majority of the humans, finding their comments too reminiscent of those he's heard countless times in Azkaban up until Llyria came to be his friend. There was a teen by the name of Brookes, a moron by every means of the word that led a small gang against him every time he set foot in the village, justifying it by saying that he was coming to eat someone's soul. That wasn't true; he only wanted a human friend, but that wasn't allowed in their frame of mind. And one day, he'd finally had enough.

He was walking all alone with his shikra floating behind him, hood down; he can hear no sound not even the sound of children's laughter. The parents won't let them out and about at this hour, around midnight, when his kind likes to go play. He just wants to go play on the swings, his favorite thing to do ever since he was very small. "Hey freak!"

He freezes in his tracks, cursing whatever deity who seems to have a horrible sense of humor and spins around to stare in his tormentor's eyes. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what you're doing here."

"I just came to play on the swings."

Brookes scoffs. "You probably came to steal some poor kid's soul."

"I pity you." Snowy Holly turns away and begins walking again only to be hit in the back by a rock. "I truly do pity your kind."

"My kind?! What's that supposed to mean, freakizoid?!"

"Bullies. I pity and hate bullies more than anything else in the world."

A snarl of rage sounds behind him, and suddenly, he's on the ground with Brookes' fists slamming into every available body part. "You pity me! How dare you, monster!"

"Leave him alone!" The voice of his savior, Llyria calls out, and Brookes' weight is pushed off of him. "Are you okay?" she asks, lifting his bruised body up.

"Yeah..."

"Llyria!" Brookes calls out. "Stay away from that thing, he's dangerous!"

"He's just a child! Leave him alone!" That was the only time that Snowy Holly had ever seen her become angry. "If you don't, I will kill you!" And Brookes never bothered him ever again.

But this is a different situation. He can't do anything against the students here without major repercussions against himself and the other dementors. So he spends his time in the Forbidden Forest or at the Lake when classes are out, and its on one of his treks that he sees the dragons.

Snowy Holly waits patiently for his turn at fighting his dragon, the infamous Hungarian Horntail, twirling the flower Luna gave to him earlier that morning, a white carnation: a woman's favor of good luck. A smile flickers to life on his face, and suddenly, he's no longer worried about getting hurt. He knows that he'll be okay, that he and Luna will be ice skating on the Black Lake like he promised. Then it's his turn.

He calmly walks out without a care, a smirk on his face and the carnation still in his left hand. 'Where's the dragon?'

'Ten bucks says right behind you.' A roar sounds from that direction and has him throwing up a shield of ice to protect himself from the fire.

'I fucking hate when you're right!'

'I hate you.'

'I hate you too.'

'Yeah, yeah. Now focus on the dragon!'

'I am.' His hands move up, the left tucking the carnation into a pocket before joining the other. "I am not here to hurt you or your eggs. I just want the one that doesn't belong." It snarls, obviously not believing him and sending out more fire. "Damnnit!" Another shield forms and sends it away as he makes frost form before becoming thick ice that freezes the dragon to the ground. "I told you I don't want to hurt you! But I will if I have to!" His eyes close and when they snap open again, the color has bleached out, leaving only white behind. "Now, that's enough!" The ice covers the entire field save for the dragon's eggs, and making the poor dragon cry out as all but her head is covered. Slowly, his irises become colored again and the pupil reappears, and he stalks away to collect the fake egg. As he passes her again, he lets it all melt, and she shies away, no longer caring about the intruder.

And in the stadium, he leaves only silence.