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Snoops
She's been stuck in the past for two weeks now and she actually quite liked it. Her new friends were amazing, school-work wasn't as bad as she previously thought, detentions weren't that severe, it was funny dipping Aphrodite's long golden locks into ink jars, Slughorn seemed to like her a bit more and...She fit in. Well, she stuck out like a sore thumb, with all her 'strange' antics and her 'graceless' choice of clothing and her 'crude' language; but for some chilling reason, it felt like she belonged in 1943.
And that chilling reason worried her. Just a bit. She visited Dumbledore on a daily basis, asking him if he found a way for her to go back home. So far, there has been no such luck.
Sabrina was sitting very much alone in a secluded corner in the library, burying her nose into one yellow-stained book to another. Her dark eyes drank in every word and occasionally re-read a paragraph, in case she might have missed a crucial detail.
'...Time traveling is a dangerous thing. Many witches and wizards have done this for countless centuries and will likely continue doing so for many more centuries to come. Every time you travel back (for more than just trivial use) or travel forwards, you split open another seam in the universe; in other words you create another dimension. The new dimension that you have created will change everything in the original one, from which you came; creating duplicates (or copies) of yourself in all the other dimensions already created by all the other witches and wizards before and after you. Everything will indeed change in the original timeline, but only small changes, that adjust to your traveling through time...'
Sabrina rubbed at her eyes and shut the book. She's been inside the library all day and she hasn't gotten anywhere. Everything she's read repeated the same thing over and over again. 'Time traveling is dangerous'and 'Splitting the seams of the universe' and 'Duplicating yourself'and 'Changing original timeline' was all she had absorbed for the past six hours. It was driving her mad.
She was screwed.
None of the books mentioned anything that involved traveling back in time using different methods. It only mentioned time-turners, which is a really logical explanation. Except for the fact that, she didn't even remember having or holding a time-turner at the time she mysteriously dozed off...
"Dammit! Stop cheesing me!" Sabrina screeched at the utterly useless pile of books.
It was as if all the authors plagiarized off of each other's work. They all said the same damn thing and all had the same damn ideas.
She lay her head down onto the cool wooden surface of the table and shut her eyes. Pictures. Faces. Memories danced behind her closed eyelids.
Her mother laughing, her dad grinning and her baby sister cooing happily in her arms...Adelaide's ridiculous crush on professor Longbottom. Watching Addie try to flirt with the poor clueless Professor and rolling her eyes in amusement. 'Who the hell asks for tutoring for herbology?'...Addie and Emmett each giving her a kiss on either cheek.
"Bloody hell! I don't want to get your damn herpes!" she yelled at them, smiling. She honestly hated it when people kissed her. The human mouth was disgusting. Her two best friends laughed like the crazies they were and hugged her.
"You scared us half to death, Sabrina. We thought you had died! That was a long drop!" Addie said.
"I'm going to bloody hex Fenwick, into next year." Emmett ground out—
And then the scene abruptly switched to something totally unfamiliar...
"Stop!" Sabrina screamed. "STOP! STOP IT! DON'T HURT THEM!"
There was laughter, following her desperate plea. High, cold, hollow laughter. Her little sister lay down on the ground, screaming with no sound and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She was bound together by invisible chains. Her father was chained to a nearby wall, watching her mother's blood ooze out of her head.
"ARIA!" He cried out, tugging at the chains, trying to run over to her dead mother.
"What do you want from me?" Sabrina asked the voice.
A tall, hooded figure with gleaming red eyes approached. He took out his pale wand and raised her chin with it. She sobbed. And spat and growled and cursed and tugged.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
He lifted the hood up and out of his face. She nearly yelped, disturbingly startled. Instead of bright red eyes, she was met by dark sapphire eyes. She was expecting to see a flat, snake like face, but instead she saw a devilishly angelic one. She honestly wished it was the hideous snake like face instead; it would be so much easier to hate. And then: *poke* he took his pale yew wand and poked at her shoulder. *poke* 'What the fuck is happening?' *poke* *poke* *poke* poke* *poke*
Sabrina's eyes zapped open with life. Her hands reflexively snatched the pale wand jabbing at her shoulder. She lifted her head up off the table and jumped up a few feet, in utter fright.
"What do you want from me!?" she yelped at him frantically, pointing his own wand at him.
Tom eyed her bewilderedly. 'Merlin's beard. This girl belongs in the loony bin.' He was just trying to be helpful and wake her up. Well, actually he was just poking at her to bother her and because he's doing his nightly rounds. But Merlin!
He raised an elegant brow at her (a habit that he harbored, which had become all too familiar to her now) and stared down at her. He stared at her shaken state and the panic and the pain displayed on her exotic face. She must've had a nightmare. A nightmare about him. He just knew it. He could see it in the way her dark eyes suddenly blazed with a burning fire that, threatened to devour him. He could see the utter fright on her face when she woke up and met his gaze...there was something about Sloane. Now, Tom wasn't one that cared too much about looks and women. But almost every girl he's met had tried to flirt/seduce him, before they started hating him. And they didn't even hate him anyways. Sloane, hell, she hated him the exact same moment he started hating her. She knew something he didn't...and he was going to find out.
Sabrina mentally slapped herself. 'Shit. Keep it together Sabrina.' It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just a figment of her imagination. But she still felt rather shaken, seeing him in person.
Tom gave her the special glare he only reserved for her.
"I want my wand back, from you. That's what I want." he told her bitterly.
Sabrina's tan face took on a coppery color. She nervously tucked a strand of dark brown hair, out of her face.
'Well, she looks less like a pirate.' Tom noted. Instead of at least fifteen different ear piercings on one ear, there appeared to be only seven today. Although the hideous bar, poked through the upper half of her ear was still in place...
"Sorry, 'bout that. I had a weird dream..." she told him absently, handing him his yew wand.
"Riiiiiiiight."
"I saw my sister and my parents and—"
She sharply turned to face him with a confused look on her face. As if she had just finally realized something.
"Wait—why am I telling you this? Go away!" she snapped.
"I happen to be on patrol and it is—" he turned his beautiful face away from her to look at the wall clock.
"—half an hour past curfew. What were you doing anyways?"
Tom was truly curious. He swallowed down the bile in his throat. Growling at her and insulting her wouldn't get him anywhere. If he wanted information out of her, he would have to coax her gently.
Sabrina's eyes narrowed into dark, suspicious slits. Why is he acting so concerned?
"Taking a nap obviously. I would sleep in my bed, but I know Everett would try to smother me."
Tom smirked. Everett probably would do something rash like that. It was strange. Sloane's only been here for two weeks, but it feels like she's been here for six years.
He took a glance down at the piles of books surrounding her. He saw the muggle novels Dracula and Les Miserables and dozens of other books dedicated to time and time travel. 'Why would she need those types of books?' As well as a few books on potions and D.A.D.A.
The following words rolled off us his tongue, without his own volition: "What was your dream about?"
Sabrina gazed intently at him. 'So that's what he wanted.'
"It was just a nightmare, about my family." she told him coyly.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you don't need to know."
"What are you hiding from me Sloane?"
"What makes you say that?" Sabrina began to panic. Was she that obvious? She knew she stuck out, but had she really let that much slip?
"I have dirt on everyone in this school but you."
She snorted. "Well, maybe it's because I don't know anything about you." What a lie that was. But two could play at this game.
"I thought we were mates."
She gave him a dirty, dirty look. It was kind of scary...
She gathered all of her belongings and the two muggle novels and then flicked all of the other books away with a swish of her wand.
"If we're ever going to be mates, get one thing straight: I hate snoops!" she told him fiercely.
And with that Sabrina left him, isolated in the corner of the library. She would have to keep her emotions in check and stay clear of him from now on. He was going to mess up everything. She's probably already messed up everything.
Tom watched as she stomped away, silently cursing at himself. She was just so weird. 'So much for trying to coax her gently.' He would simply have to find out another way to get what he wanted out of her. He learned two things though; she hated snoops, which meant she did have something to hide. And that he was either losing his touch or she was just abnormal. He sincerely hoped she was just abnormal.
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