Chapter VIII
Keller was irritable and moody when she was peeved. No, that didn't even covered half of it, she was absolutely pissed off and when she was in that kind of state it was always a wise decision to stay the hell away from her unless they wanted to face her wrath which wouldn't be by far pleasant for the unfortunate victim.
Her anger and frustration were twisting inside her gut by the minute before she made it to the Threstal paddock and headed inside to check on Orion and had to calm down.
I got to control this before I do something I will later regret. The worse that could happen is if I…no I can't think that, I really shouldn't! Ok try to relax, I'm my own master, IT does not own me, I'm my own being…
But how could she forget that IT had it's own name and that it had been branded on her own flesh, the name to which worked as a seal to keep from taking complete control over, was marked right on the nape of her neck. She reached behind her hair that hidden the branded tattoo from everyone's eye to touch it, feeling it gingerly there and rubbing the etch markings over the Arabic letters and symbols.
Raksha, that name was bitter on her tongue as she remembered the touch of the hot searing metal inflaming her skin, the smell of burning flesh and her own torturous scream that sounded inhuman even to her, thinking she would died hearing it ring in her head for days until it stop and her body had been left weak and her voice hoarse from her endless howling. Those had been the worse and the nightmare of the branding and screaming came to her every few months, haunting and depriving her of sleep, almost like saying, 'I'll get you even while I'm sealed inside. I'll break free soon enough and when I do, I'll take you away forever.'
And it would laugh maniacally like a demon's and that was what its name meant, 'Demon'. There were no other words to describe it than as she had to try to keep it from taking over and losing herself completely when she transform. As long as the seal didn't break she would be all right and never have to hear it come after her.
She tried to push away those terrifying thoughts, pulled her hand from her neck but still felt a bit unnerve when the mark was throbbing slightly and felt warm under her fingertips, which gave her the dreadful chills. She thought it was just the cold wind touching it and then went inside to head to the last stall where Orion was lying on the straw bed until he saw her come in. He was happy to see her again and playfully grabbed her sleeve and pulled her into the stall and to come in and play.
She saw what he was trying to do and smiled at his attempt and scratched behind his ears, "Oh sorry Orion, I just had a rough day today that's all, nothing for you to be concerned over." In fact, she wished she could just well forget the whole thing and spend it right here with Orion and nobody else.
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine now, really I am?" She saw how he looked unsure at her, not believing her saying she was ok and wanted to know what the problem was, "I'll tell you after you had your blood milk ok? Bet you're starving, a growing Threstal needs his proteins…"
She conjured a new pail of filled with his food and set to giving him his lunch while checking how his wings were doing, seeing they were almost heal and looked ready to start flying soon. She stroke it gently, remembered how she thought that it was not right of her to claim the foal as keeping a creature as wild and free was not fair. But Hagrid told her that it was hers now, that it would never leave her side, believing to be his mother, not that she was complaining in raising and nursing him back to health.
When time came to think of what name to call him, she considered a few possible candidates, ones like Hades or Lucifer. But then changed her mind as they were too menacing and wicked for her liking and how Lucifer sound like 'Lucius' that disgusting leech Malfoy.
Pegasus would have been too cliché and he didn't have feathered wings like the legendary flying horse. Finally when she was at the astronomy tower after dinner that night, looking through the telescope and seeing the constellation forming Orion's belts and how much she liked the name 'Orion' and how it rolled off her tongue easily. Orion pretty much agreed like it when he heard her call him by that title.
She stroked his soft fur, watching his shining white eyes stared at her adoringly. She knew that when she used to look at her mom and dad that way, the always looking up to them, thinking that everything was all right and be there for her always to the end. Tears welled up again for the third time to her and couldn't hold them in as she cried bitterly, feeling she needed to let it out before the dam inside caved and crumble her stoic walls around her world that she had barricade so well in the past. She had to speak what was on her mind to him.
"Oh Orion you don't know how terrible I feel that my parents are dead and gone where I came from and how here they're alive here but don't even know I exist yet and can't even go meet them or tell them how sorry I was…"
She sighed, knowing if she told her future parents who she was as their daughter and think she had lost it. It even sounded crazy to her.
"They wouldn't understand, they would think I was a lunatic that escape a loony hospital or gone completely mental. Elder why did this have to happen to me so sudden? Why was I brought here so I could be torture further by having never to see my own parents again because they're dead!"
They're dead because of me…She laid her head under his throat and wept, staining his chest dark with her tears before she managed to pull back and wiped them away with the back of her hand.
Orion licked her face and hands cleaned and neigh sympathetically before Keller patted him on the head, rising to her feet and wiping the hay that stuck to her skirt and said goodbye and headed back to the castle.
She was making her way down the hall, not knowing where to go exactly other than anywhere but the Gryffindor tower and thought to head for the library and find a quiet spot from prying eye.
A place where she could be not disturb and relax, though she should consider that her cousin or one of the said Marauders would possible be there but she had already made up her mind and headed up to the fourth floor.
She had been minding herself, not watching where she was going before she kept glancing back behind, swearing she felt someone following her but seeing no one really there and after the third time when she looked behind and then bumped into someone again.
Great, my day has gotten really something. First Sirius aka Casanova flirt lands in my lap, then I see some bad vision for him and run out of there, almost losing my cool, I knocked into a teacher in the hall then I get peeved at my cousin and now I bumped into somebody else again, this isn't my day, I just hope it isn't someone who's going to be pissed off—
"Watch where you're going you idiot!" An angry voice snapped. Well so much for that thought, Keller was about to retort back a snap when she saw who it was getting down on his knees to grab his scattered books, his oily hair falling in his face.
Severus Snape.
Yep, it's official, at 4:51 P.M my day had been screwed up, all I need is Casanova to come over and then it's complete. She mentally groaned inside her head, Today is just not my day…Severus had been on his way to the library himself from the Slytherin common room, away from the annoying chattering of his friends if he could call them that that is.
They were nothing more than classmates and he had wanted to concentrate on one of his potions that he had been experimenting, writing his notes inside his book but due to the rising noise level of Lucius bragging for his own worth and couldn't take it anymore with the gaggling girls surrounding him were giggling nonstop. He decided to head off somewhere more secluded and private where none of the other Slytherin would go. So packing his books in hand, he stormed out of the dungeon and headed to the fourth floor, not looking where he was going either as now he was thinking quietly over the potion he was working on.
What was it that messed it up? Had he put too much armadillo bile in or could it be that stirring it one too many wouldn't do the trick… He was so lost in his theories of how to get the draft just right when the person who had been staring behind themselves bump into him, causing all his books to drop from his hands onto the floor along with his notes.
Now he was furious and was positive the other person wasn't a professor, just a student like him, so he wouldn't get into any trouble as he snap, hoping he frighten the twerp and cursing the idiot whoever it was. He didn't look up as he went to gather his scattered belongings.
Keller was a little bit shock and surprise but recovered quickly before she start helping by picking up one of his books by her feet and handing it to him.
"Here's your book Severus." Snape who had been gathering his books in one arm and finding one thrust in his face, saw a pair of dark boots standing in front of him and looking on upward where a short skirt he wouldn't have mind seeing who had those perfect curves and leggy legs until he heard the voice speak the first time and snapped him out of his daydream. He hoped it was to be some bad joke played by the Marauders finally after fearing the worst all day from them and cooped up in the common room as he recognized that voice and look up to sees Keller standing there.
He felt very much embarrassed and took the book she offered gradually and went to pick up the rest and Keller found the potion book lying open and took it in her hand, flipping to the first page and saw something written on the side of the cover. She read the signature out loud, "Half-blood Prince?" That writing she saw written she had seen before but it couldn't be, it was—
Snape's figure became rigid as he turned around and saw her reading his notes and before she could read any further and see what he had been writing in there, he grab it out of her hands and stacked it unorganized with his others. She turned to watch him shake nervously with his back turn but felt her gaze on him, knowing she was possibly putting two and two together as she didn't seem dumb to figure out why that had been there instead of his own name.
"Those note, the instructions for the Felix Felicis potion. They were yours." It wasn't a question as she recognized the familiar handwriting from when they both place their names on the vials to fill their potions after Slughorn's class and what she had seen him scribbling inside his book.
Snape didn't look up as he picked up another of his, trying to pretend he didn't heard her say. "I'm amazed you did that, using your own notes instead of the ones written in the textbook or on the board. How did you figure all that out without having the batch screw up? You did some tests didn't you, for how long?"
He sigh, she wasn't going to leave him alone until she knew what she was asking and turn around, nodding, "Yes, I did. A few experiments over the last couple years since my first." What he didn't tell her was that his mother had been helping him secretly over the summer due to his abusive muggle father if he dare see any magic being perform and punished the both of them, severely. He had gotten some but none as worse as his mother and the only reminder of his abuse was the hooked nose that was broken, "Some of my experiment resulted in massive explosives but others more successful with impressive results if I do say so myself." He didn't want to boast or brag like others would in his house and thought she wouldn't be interest but she listen as he explain some of his more successful ones and then ask if he had any other particular interests in the other classes.
"I don't really care about them, potions is one of my few favorites and then there's the dark arts…" Everyone in the school knew of his obsession with the dark magic but the reason why was he didn't want to say other than he practically knew as much like all the professors and possible more but the kids all thought he was being plain evil in supporting such dark techniques and becoming a semi-supporter for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Keller blinked after she grabbed two other books from the ground, looking towards him, "Dark Arts, you mean for dark magic? Well that something, I haven't even started on defending." She said absentminded as Snape turn, not believing what he just heard.
"You haven't done Defense against the Dark Arts at Durmstrung?" He questioned, knowing that must be wrong as her and her cousin were both from a very dark arts school.
Keller realizing her mistake as she thought of a reasonable excuse to redirect it while she racked her brain for anything to be used, "Wait sorry, I was kind of confused there for a second, had a rough day today this afternoon and my mind kind of been on the screwed side if you get my meaning.
What I meant was there are many kinds of dark arts we've learn, like in South Africa, there's Voodoo and witch doctors, Greek with their Animal sacrifices to the supposed 'Gods', and human sacrifices back in the Mayan times for same reason. You know there were more than one but our teacher back at Durmstrung basically covered only what he thought was suppose to be necessary and I didn't get to find out as much as I would have liked you know."
She hoped her lie got through to him as he seem to taken this in consideration and after she pick up the last book, which had fallen out of his grasps and hand it to him.
She stood up and about to turn and leave, dismissing the library to head for the tower, thinking no one would be there to disturb her when she heard him said, "Would you like to learn then, learn more about the dark arts and maybe for Slughorn's classes? I'm having a bit of trouble with one of my potions I've been experimenting on and wondering if you would like to perhaps give me a hand?"
Had he just asked the new girl, the one from Gryffindor, his house's archenemy to help him! If the other Slytherin knew what he did they would consider him a traitor like BLACK, the mudblood lover. Keller's eyes stare into his black coal orbs, taking in what he asked then nodded. "Sure I'll help, when do you want to—"
"We can't now but I'll send think of something to signal you with a time and place we can meet all right Ms. Corvin."
He stood up, gathering all his books in one arm and was changing his mind about the library and heading back to the Slytherin dungeon. She called out to him before he left, "Keller, call me Keller. Ms. Corvin, make it's seem too formal and boring and that's what the professor are suppose to do, not us and we can called each other by our first name in private if that's what you think we should all right with you." She said, smiling warmly at him and he felt like his face was burning, mostly in his cheeks but went to look away before she notices it as he nodded. "Um yeah, sure, whatever just keep this between us but we can't let the others know is that clear?"
"Crystal as ice then, goodbye Severus." Making him stop and turn around to watch her leave. The way her body moved, her short black skirt hugging her curves and clutch tightly around her rear as she walk, swinging her hips with the clicking of her boots against the ground. It made her moved almost as graceful and lithe like a nymph would to dancing naked.
Ack! Wrong, bad thought Severus, you did not, did not think like that over a Gryffindor!
But already the wheels inside his head were turning, thinking Corvin no, Keller was someone he seemed to want to know more about.
In the shadow, far across the room where he was standing the corner, his silvery-blue eyes glowered as he watch them talking then part as Snivellus kept staring with her back turn, his eyes glued to her form as she walked away.
Damn him, Snivellus was going to pay for it! He would make sure of it!
Keller made it back to the tower and went upstairs to their room and lay in her four-poster bed, drawing the curtains around her post then staring aimlessly at the ceiling before growing bored.
Well so much for that, maybe I can read or write something, it's been a while since I did from one of my last entries before we got here… She sighed and went through her bag and found one of the two books that she had been looking for and kept secret for herself from others and not even Hermione knew. She never dared write in front of her when she wanted to make a memo or note in them. One book was filled with her most personal thoughts and feeling while she sketched in the other with ones from dreams, memories and such.
She wouldn't exactly call it one a 'diary' to sort of speak. It sounded way too girlish and plainly stupid in her mind as all they would write was about crushes or silly dreams of becoming a dancer, singer or such. She had only used them when after Drake had accepted her to be a student and taught her one of the most important rules in life: never reveal ones own true feelings. If she did, Drake would punish her and she did tremendous times so she had to learn to hide everything, her emotions and thoughts all in these books and kept under a loose floorboard in the dojo of her room and wrote in a daily bases. It had been a while since she lost so much track of time, writing little until recent events and went back to it to jot down but never put anymore of her old feelings in there like she use to.
Instead she wrote about her transformation, any changes or reactions she felt as years went by, the lunar cycle and how she was handling them, new weapons modified and ideas, placing blueprint sketches next to it with side notes written and how she handled some of her techniques.
Her feelings she wrote very little now a days, just explaining about the pain and fear and hate she had every now and then of the demon within, threatening to take over if she didn't have the seal to keep it in. She placed more inside her drawing as they represent most with songs written like poems to the side to show what they were for.
She bit her thumb and smeared an imprint on the blank parchment, watching it absorb then red ink writing appear on all of them in her handwriting and turned the next couple pages. She had read the story behind her families' DNA bloodline from her father's side to her very Great grandfather and great uncles and had written details on the supposed myth of the legendary Hungarian Warlord but not as much as she would have like to know about the 'virus' that gave them the ability to mutate and combine both the vampires and lycans into what she was now but did write possible theories every now with how it happened and why to their own blood specifically.
Her great grandfather had seem wise in trying to keep their secret from the mortals realm of the war raging between the vampires and lycans that happened due to Viktor and Lucian as well as Marcus, along with cleaning up traces of the 'messes' due to the attacks happening in public and such. She pitied him when she learned of his death but he had given so much in return for her mother's case to become what she was and pass it onto her. She did hope his soul did find peace with his beloved wife and family along with hers.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small black velvet pouch and turned it over into her palm and a gold ring with the stylized 'C' fell out.
Her family signet ring, passed onto her from her father, directly from his father from his etc. until from the Alexander Corvinus himself from many generations of the Corvinus branch. Her family's only heirloom and piece of ancestry to which held a great part of history in her life. She slipped the ring on and rubbed it's etch marking, feeling that surge of power that if she ever needed guidance, she could always put it on and think how it was once worn by the first immortal with power unimaginable and a gift so tremendous he kept safe from the world of mortals.
Her great twin uncles, Marcus and William, she could care less about as she didn't really give a damn and wish them to spend all Hell rotting where they belong along with Viktor.
"Like I would care a vampire's ass about Uncle Marcus after what he did to dad and almost did to the entire world…stupid Elder, almost releasing his brother and thinking he could control him any better back then he did in the eleventh century when his brother was running amok."
She was reading on in her notes, from what her parents relate to her and then turn to the next page where she kept a detail reference relating about the differences between the vampires' Thasarine used on Lycans to arrest the regression when they were dead and the Enzyme to keep a human from transforming into a Lycan themselves. It was very mind-boggling but also intriguing to know more on the different chemistry they had used against but were very much related in some ways with how it work to keep the change from happening with one to keep one a human and the other a dead lycan.
She blinked, feeling something gnawing inside her mind as if there was something important that was there and put the book down for a second and went through her bag again, moving aside the school textbooks and parchment and quills and pulled out a calendar that showed the time and date for when the astronomy class had to write on the planet they saw.
She looked to the day, the week they came in and noticed on one where for the lunar moon was circled and glowing brightly a full moon and her eyes widen as she realized a what happens on those nights. She had nearly forgotten about it until just now.
"SHIT!" She dropped the calendar and searched through her things, praying that she hadn't been stupid as to not pack it in her bag. Then again she didn't expect herself and her cousin to go on a wild time trip back to the seventies now did she?
But I should have been at least prepared if something like that happened then! She pulled everything out, laying them out on the bed, scattering the pile and not finding what she was looking for among them and went to empty her bag of its entire contents.
"Please, please, please be here. Just for Elder's sake please…" She saw an aluminum box, almost like an emergency medical kit, fall out on top of the pile and open the lid and stare inside. Five syringes were in place cushion from breaking but her main concern was on the little bottle that lay next to the side of them. She picked it up and looked inside.
"Oh no…" She almost dropped the bottle, having nothing left inside as she tried to think of what to do with none of the enzyme. She put it back in the case and shut it, placing everything back except her book and quickly flipped through the pages again; looking for the key ingredients needed for the serum and had it commit to memory, knowing she would need to find some way to retrieve them, by any means necessary.
I just hope I can do this before the full moon comes around otherwise both Mione and I will be screwed.
Hermione was still lost in the collusion as to what happened between her and Keller back in Hagrid's hut before she headed back to the Gryffindor tower and into the common room and sitting down on one of the couches.
What could Keller make such a big fuss over Sirius like that? She had never seen her that angry before but there was more to her cousin than what she expect. But why Sirius though, why on him…
She was broken from her train of thoughts as she saw James, Sirius and other members of the Gryffindor team coming in. "Hey Sonja there you are, we had gone searching for you by Hagrid's but Hagrid said you girls left and then we had to head for practice, sorry."
"It all right James, I saw her and she told me she made it here safely by taking the carriage early and checked on Orion and I went to the library…" That was a downright lie and she wanted to wash her mouth with soap just to clean it of the lie she said. She looked towards Sirius, his hair in a shaggy unkempt mess and his clothes spatter with mud like everyone else and tried to understand what made her cousin react to him so…hateful?
"Hey Sirius, can I talk to you for a second?" He turned around and said sure. James and the other boys headed up to the room to shower and change while the girls went to theirs to do the same.
"Did you by any chance say anything to Keller or did something to upset her?" Sirius shook his head. "No I saw her and only return the necklace when I came back here and then I left that's it." He was hiding something she could tell to what he said was half true in the case of what might have possibly happened between them.
"Ok sorry but my cousin doesn't like to speak her mind that much." That was very much true and Sirius nodded in understanding. "I guess she likes to keep some secrets then?" She nodded. "Yeah…I guess so." And Sirius went to head upstairs to get clean up as she thought to herself on what he just said.
What was Keller hiding exactly from her?
Keller was still in the room sitting on her bed, thinking how she was going to retrieve the ingredients she needed as the afternoon passed, some of the girls coming back in from Elder knew what and left, night came and skip dinner in the hall, eating the sandwiches she brought in and continue her research to work on finding a reasonable solution to the dilemma they had.
She had plenty of time to try and find these things and get the serum ready before the full moon, but what if she couldn't find everything and screw it up and the batch didn't work on them, mostly due to their hybrid genes. But it had worked on her before why not now, sure it left her in her human guise but what if she didn't get it work or something mutate or, elder she didn't want to think of it.
She worked through the hour, having thought many times over and came with results, some leading to good and others to worse. She bit her lip after much concentration and feeling her brain needing a break from all this hard-core work.
She needed to get her mind clear and in better focus and what better way then to train her body before trying once again in the late evening to finding a antidote and could sleep in the next day then if she stayed up till morning.
Changing into a set of workout clothes, a dark tank top with black tights fitting pants and sneakers and clip her iPod to her beltline. Music always help calm her whenever she needed to, she loved all kinds from pop to rock to even some good soundtracks like from operas or movies or whatever shit was playing out in the world she lived in. Her favorites happened to been mostly ones with strong emotional tunes like Evanescence, Hawthorne Heights, Papa Roach, music that made her feel the rage she had burning inside die in the beat.
She scroll down the list, debating whether to listen to 'Dissolve and Decay' or 'Not Listening' and just picked a random song from her playlist containing all those said artists in random order, plugging her earphones and hiding the pod and letting half her hair cover her ears while she pulled the rest back in a low ponytail to still hide the mark and grabbing a set of fingerless gloves and pulling them on as she went to head downstairs to head outside for a good run. She should have maybe gone through the window back in the room instead but what if some people were out there and saw her jump from a very high drop.
There would have been questions to answers as to why she had leap from there or why she hadn't been hurt on impact but she didn't expect to see Hermione and the marauders down in the common room when she reached the bottom. Everyone's head turn towards her as she walked down those stairs.
"Hey Keller, you missed dinner what happened?" Remus asked politely as Keller reaching the last step, slipping the last glove on and thinking of reasonable excuse to say.
She told them she had been tired and took a nap and forgot to head for the Great Hall. She noticed most of their eyes were on her as she placed her hands on her hips, pressing paused on her iPod secretly, "Yeah just wanted some sleep that's all, and wasn't really hunger to start off with you know kind of need to concentrate on something important." Which wasn't a total lie as she made to walk to the Fat Lady portrait when someone from their group called out to her, eyeing the outfit she wore.
"Going out for a walk right now?" She turned halfway around and crossed her arms over her chest, "Yes is there a problem, I sure it still before curfew and I thought I take a moment to get some exercise to relieve myself of some tense muscle? Is that against school policy to go for an evening stroll?"
"Well no not really just um not before curfew that is but we wanted to see if you wanted talk with us for a bit." She was about to say no and leave but Hermione look towards her, come on Kell sit down and talk a bit, just ten minutes.
She sighed and said, "Fine…" and took a seat on the ground, crossing her legs Indian style. Everyone was talking and she pretended to listen in but hadn't really paid much attention to. They were making some comment about this or that they had heard on something she could care less about and didn't say anything before they asked her about that she didn't feel like talking but just answer as honestly as she could without having anymore questions asked in her direction. Already she felt like a part of her was being trapped, surrounded by them and then heard a very annoying buzz as a fly flew around them.
Elder, this was really getting on her nerves. She didn't hear what else James said exactly before she had her hand move with fast reflex like she was about to punch to his face and everyone looked to her startled as she stood in mid-punch.
"Keller!" But she pulled her fist back and let go and then everyone could see the fly buzzing out from her palm while she wiped her hand on her pants.
They were all silent before James whistled low, getting over the shock of how she had almost hit his face, "Whoa nice grab there, that's something you could use in Quidditch, you should try out for the team as seeker…" Everyone was still wondering how she did that while Hermione knew really and could see Remus was trying to figure it out himself.
Feeling that she had enough, Keller stood up and strength her legs and said she was going and would be back in a little while. Before she could move something surprising happened that made everything revolved around her stop and her paralyzed.
"Hey Keller wait come on, what do you say you come to the field tomorrow and give a test run! You might be able to—" Someone had grabbed her arm and then that was when things got ugly.
Her blood ran ice cold, the feeling of someone grabbing her arm and any second twist it behind her back, threatening to wrench it from the socket and causing her so much pain, making her want to scream out as they practically rip her arm out.
NO! She reacted and grabbed the other person's arm and quickly threw them over her shoulder.
"KELLER!" Keller's sanity was flying out the window, her heart beating like a thunderous drum and growing unstoppable and the beast in her snarling from her cage, demanding release as she pounced on her prey.
A part of her was fighting this, to suppress it down but the more she struggled the harder it was to control it from its' wild tantrum. She pin the person down and glared balefully with jet-black orbs. She was about to pull back her lips, exposing her long sharp fangs when a voice, loud and powerful, came down on her hard and fast like a heavy hammer cracking her skull.
KELLER!
Keller winced and then felt someone grabbing her and pulling her away and rushing up the stairs back to their room. She was thrown to the side as she heard the door being lock and then felt her head becoming clearer, the beast once more silent and the only thing that remain was a pounding headache coming on to her.
"What the fuck was that!" Hermione exclaim after locking and placing a silencing charm on the door as she went to talk to her cousin who was rubbing her head and then looked at her with confused and bewildered eyes. "Why did you do that!"
"I didn't mean to cousin! It was by accident, he came onto me."
"Yeah accident or not, you were just about to go for his throat!"
"Well pardon me for that Mione, I wanted to leave, but you insist I stay for ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes and I kept my part of the deal and wanted to go off if he hadn't stupidly grabbed my arm like that!"
They argued on, their voices growing louder and no one downstairs seem to hear them as Hermione screamed, "What the Bloody Hell is your problem, Merlin I don't even understand you somehow, and it's like I can't see what you're thinking—"
"Yeah that's right, I told you to watch out to see if I would cause any stupid or reckless moves, that's me all right, doing all kinds of shit without thinking of my personal fucking action! I have no thoughts in my head unlike you Ms. Know-it-all who knows everything!"
"Oh so I know everything huh? What about you, all I know about you is that you keep everything to your bloody self and don't exactly express it or tell me how you feel!"
"Hah express how I feel, what a laugh, what a stupid intolerable waste, if you must know I don't give a damn about those any more!"
"Yeah I see that happened a lot due to you biting some of your anger off to me and Sirius!" Now she really done it as she watched Keller's eyes turn molten black, her voice turning harsh as she spoke coldly, "What did you fucking say?"
"I said Sirius Black. Got a problem with that! Because if I didn't know any better I say you—" Keller's eyes glared icy at her, now she had gone too far this time. She looked ready to lung at her and ripped her throat out but Hermione kept her grounds and prepared herself if that was to happen. And without a second glance, Keller turned her back and headed towards the window, unlatching and opening it and lean out, staring to the ground, measuring the drop and getting on the ledge. She moved to placed her legs out first then held on the sill, making sure her feet would make first impact as she landed. Hermione noticed what Keller was doing as she held the ledge and look down to the ground below.
"Keller what are you doing?" She didn't listen and to Hermione's horror watched as she jumped.
"KELLER!" She ran quickly only to see her plummet from the five stories fall to the grounds. She reached the window and looked below to see Keller land with nimble elegance like a panther, so inhumanly smooth and graceful that she appear to be standing there for one second by the castle onto the grounds to run. A drop like that could of killed her or broken her legs badly but she was a hybrid and was now disappearing off somewhere before Hermione could possible go after her herself.
She just stood there, still frozen and thinking back to what she had said and knew what she did to anger her so much, going as far as getting her peeved off.
Merlin I really bitten off more than I could chew, I hope she gets it out of her system before she gets back. And headed down to the common room where everyone was waiting for them.
