Malfoy lead Lanne to the Slytherin common room. The few people in there stared, confused. There were whispers of, 'Who's that?', 'Isn't she new?', and 'Wasn't she hanging around the Gryffindors today?' Malfoy simply pointed to the Girl's Dorms and had Pansy Parkinson show her to her room.
"That's your bed," Pansy pointed to the four-poster with Lanne's trunk at the bottom. "Who are you, anyway?"
"Lanne," Pansy began to open her mouth and Lanne cut her off, "Yes, I'm new."
Lanne walked over to her trunk and opened it. Pansy watched her sort through it, wondering what she was looking for, for a minute, and then left to find Draco. Lanne's eyes flickered over something in her trunk. A dagger. A long, shiny, silver dagger. She picked it up and gazed at it.
Hello, old friend.
Flashback
Lanne sat on her bed, fuming with anger. She had just had yet another fight with her parents, over her welfare, of course. But it wasn't that they actually cared, they never really had. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out her dagger.
'I don't know what I'd do without you.'
She rolled up her left sleeve and stared at the many lines; horizontal, vertical, diagonal, zigzags, 'x's, and many other 'designs'. Lanne looked over her arm.
'There's too many... for now...'
She rolled back down her left sleeve, and rolled up her right sleeve. This arm, too, had many lines, but not as numerous as the left. She picked a spot with no marks, and sat her dagger on it. Slowly, she pressed down, hard, and dragged it across her forearm. A thin red line started to form. As it got thicker, the corners or her mouth curled up into the tiniest smile. Soon it started to drizzle down, into her lap. Lanne watched it, a wave of relief sweeping over her.
End flashback
Not yet...
Lanne sat the dagger back into her trunk and continued sorting through it. Then she came across some parchment, quills, and ink bottles. She pulled them out, and proceeded downstairs to the common room. Again, eyes turned toward her, and then to Malfoy, who was sitting at a table, Pansy clinging to his arm.
She made her way over to a table and armchair in the corner of the room. The Slytherins continued to stare at her. As she opened her book, she noticed that no one had turned back to what ever it is they were doing in the first place. She ignored it and started reading. She didn't really read, though. She just stared blankly at the book, still feeling eyes burning into her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people!?" Lanne stood up and screamed. She kicked the table over and stormed out of the common room, leaving her books and everything behind. A little book was flung behind another chair, only noticed by one person.
I know it's short, but the next one will be longer, I promise.
kinz: Sorry I missed you in the last one. Heh, I'm glad you like it. Thanks for reviewing.