Dear Diary,
Wow! I just had one of the best afternoons of my life! (That's kind of pathetic to say, now that I think about it.) After we talked to my parents and godparents for a bit, Ayesha gave us a ride over my mother's kingdom (by us meaning Malfoy, Ginny, and I). Ayesha told us that she wanted the least amount of weight in the front so Ginny sat in front of me and Malfoy sat behind me. It was extremely uncomfortable and slightly unnerving but once we were in the air, none of us minded that we were practically in each other's laps.
The castle is really a lot larger than I thought it was. Ayesha had to fly pretty high before she could be over the various turrets and wards set up to protect certain weak areas of the walls. There are open parts of the castle that Ayesha says are actually gardens that had once belonged to various royals. She pointed out several of them and I was a bit surprised to find out that my mum's was the smallest garden. Malfoy started asking questions again until Ayesha shushed him and flew down into the forest beside the castle. She pointed out a small café right beside a very large cave. When I say café, I don't mean it in the terms that a normal mortal would.
There was an old man with long wispy gray hair with an apron and a tall, busty woman who was holding a tray laden with food. Both stared open- mouthed when Ayesha landed and waited for us to get down. Ginny was the last one since she was the highest up. Turning to the humans, Ayesha snorted and took a thundering step forward.
"These young ones are hungry. I ask that you bring them food and drink as quickly as you can and the finest at that. I will have firestone." With that, Ayesha sat down with her long tail curled around a table. I took this to mean that she wanted us to sit there so I went and sat down, looking about as nervous as I felt. Malfoy sat down right after I did and Ginny reluctantly sat down as well.
"How long have you known about whom you are?" Malfoy demanded once the silence had dragged on for a while. I nearly jumped at the sound of his voice but swallowed the lie that I had been about to say. It's a dirty, nasty habit to have a lie always ready, like an excuse when a salesman wants to get you interested in used vacuum cleaners or something of equal interest. I actually had to think for a minute before answering and by then Ginny seemed a little more relaxed than she had after dreaming about Tom.
"I learnt about it this summer actually. I thought I was a Muggle since I couldn't do magic and I'd never received any kind of letter or magical training. The people I grew up with were Muggles and they didn't know anyone who was magical so I was under the impression that magic didn't exist, under no fault of my own." I added, seeing the disgusted look on Malfoy's face. He really looks ugly when he acts superior. Its one of the things I hate about him (among other things). "And then they told me I'd be going to a new school, namely Hogwarts, and they shipped me off here. My supposed aunt and uncle there were the ones that dropped the bomb on me."
"How did you learn magic then? We've all had years to learn." Malfoy pointed out.
"Oh, that was the most WONDERFUL experience of my LIFE! I'd absolutely LOVE to take that WONDERFUL potion again that gave me a HEADACHE for about a MONTH and nearly KILLED me because it was trying to fit my school books into my HEAD!" I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice acidly. "And it gives me even WORSE headaches every time I TOUCH someone with a different magical AURA then mine." As you can tell, I'm still very touchy about the whole let's-drive-Mya-mad-by-stomping-too-much-information-into-her-head-all-at- once thing.
We were silent for a long time before I turned to Ginny. She wasn't listening to us but rather staring out at nothingness. I watched her for a long time before I sighed.
"What?" Malfoy asked, glancing at Ginny. "What's the matter with Weasley?" I glared at him for a minute before I sighed again, this time in frustration.
"You know, calling us by our last names is going to get very tiring and Morgana will definitely have an easier time tracking me down and murdering me painfully if she knows that you don't trust us enough even to speak to us as a civilized human being." Malfoy arched an eyebrow at me, which wasn't necessarily superior but it was a bit mocking.
"What, you want me to hold your hand and call you 'my little dove'?" Malfoy demanded emotionlessly. Ginny actually started giggling. I glared at him and gave him a smile filled with teeth.
"Not unless I'm aloud to call you a 'spoiled little bastard' first." I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I was just trying to be friendly. After all, it's not like I WANT to be slaughtered, you know." Ayesha was watching me with a weird twinkle in her eyes. I think she saw through my little act and saw that I was much more interested in glomping Malfoy right then instead of trading insults or pretending I didn't care.
"Tom used to call me 'my Virginia' . . . ." Ginny confided with a faint smile on her face. "He would always say things like that." Her expression suddenly darkened. "When he got angry, he'd call me other things. Usually he'd call me Weasley or Ginny, just to show me that I was naïve, but then he started to hurt me." I exchanged a glance with Malfoy before I turned back to see Ginny trying not to cry. "He'd make me stay up all night just talking to him. He didn't want me to leave him alone. And he would say terrible things, like he wanted me to kill my brothers. And he wanted me to help him hurt people. I d-didn't want to, and he got madder. He s-said if I didn't, then h-he'd have to kill me." I put out a tentative hand to pat Ginny on the shoulder but she hugged me tightly. I don't really understand it but her hugs always seem to catch me off guard. It's probably because she's the only one who ever hugged me in my entire life.
Well, Malfoy started looking really uncomfortable. I don't think he's ever had to deal with a girl crying. Well, not someone he hadn't purposefully forced to cry. I don't think he's ever had to (or wanted to) consul anyone who's upset before. I wasn't exactly too sure of my abilities in this situation either so I just patted Ginny on the back and tried to get her to calm down. Eventually I started thinking about Tom again.
If he had been so terrible to her, why was he suddenly behaving differently? WHY was he behaving differently? And then, being the slow idiot that I am, I realized that maybe Tom had been LYING to me! Yes, NOW I think this most insightful of thoughts! It is perfectly logical that the twisted son of a bitch (pardon my language) who took over my best friend's mind for an entire year, might have actually been lying to me so that I wouldn't hex him out of Ginny's dreams. Wouldn't you say so? After all, he turns into a sadistic guy (ha, no curse word there though I was tempted) who loves to orphan very nice people like Harry Potter and turn people around my same age (a.k.a. Malfoy) into his little lackeys. So wouldn't it be obvious that he was lying?
He probably wasn't in love with Ginny at all!
Ginny started to calm down and by then we had our food and we ate in relative silence. Ayesha started telling us a little about the forest and how the residents had only just started returning after many years of exile because of the war. She also mentioned something about an annual ball and how the castle would probably be a mess since the ball was quite soon. Malfoy, of course, wanted to know how we could be having a ball in the middle of a war. Ayesha explained that it was an annual ball that was so imbedded in tradition that Fae law basically forbade anyone to cancel it, (not that mother hasn't tried). So then when we were finished, Ayesha took us on another flying trip for the rest of the afternoon.
And I just had a few spare minutes to scribble all of this down as we get dressed for dinner. Malfoy was almost jumping for joy when my parents said that we had to dress up for the guests that would be at dinner to welcome us. Mom didn't seem too excited by the idea and Ginny became really shy at the mention of dressing up, but not Malfoy. I guess that's all he gets to be excited about at his house. Every time he talks about his home, I get the distinct feeling it wasn't a very happy place. Oh well, it's not really my problem right?
After all, Malfoy isn't even my friend. He's rude to me and Ginny. He's rude to everyone in Gryffindor, now that I think about it. And he works for Tom, which makes me wonder if maybe he really IS as evil as Ron, Hermione and Harry seem to think. That would be a pretty bad thing considering I might have to trust him one day. Why should I be happy about having to trust someone who was obviously raised to backstab anyone that got in his way? Well, Malfoy and Ginny are coming, I can hear them bickering from here.
I'll write some more after dinner, maybe rant about what I think about Tom or something.
- Mya Kaisa Powerstone
Wow! I just had one of the best afternoons of my life! (That's kind of pathetic to say, now that I think about it.) After we talked to my parents and godparents for a bit, Ayesha gave us a ride over my mother's kingdom (by us meaning Malfoy, Ginny, and I). Ayesha told us that she wanted the least amount of weight in the front so Ginny sat in front of me and Malfoy sat behind me. It was extremely uncomfortable and slightly unnerving but once we were in the air, none of us minded that we were practically in each other's laps.
The castle is really a lot larger than I thought it was. Ayesha had to fly pretty high before she could be over the various turrets and wards set up to protect certain weak areas of the walls. There are open parts of the castle that Ayesha says are actually gardens that had once belonged to various royals. She pointed out several of them and I was a bit surprised to find out that my mum's was the smallest garden. Malfoy started asking questions again until Ayesha shushed him and flew down into the forest beside the castle. She pointed out a small café right beside a very large cave. When I say café, I don't mean it in the terms that a normal mortal would.
There was an old man with long wispy gray hair with an apron and a tall, busty woman who was holding a tray laden with food. Both stared open- mouthed when Ayesha landed and waited for us to get down. Ginny was the last one since she was the highest up. Turning to the humans, Ayesha snorted and took a thundering step forward.
"These young ones are hungry. I ask that you bring them food and drink as quickly as you can and the finest at that. I will have firestone." With that, Ayesha sat down with her long tail curled around a table. I took this to mean that she wanted us to sit there so I went and sat down, looking about as nervous as I felt. Malfoy sat down right after I did and Ginny reluctantly sat down as well.
"How long have you known about whom you are?" Malfoy demanded once the silence had dragged on for a while. I nearly jumped at the sound of his voice but swallowed the lie that I had been about to say. It's a dirty, nasty habit to have a lie always ready, like an excuse when a salesman wants to get you interested in used vacuum cleaners or something of equal interest. I actually had to think for a minute before answering and by then Ginny seemed a little more relaxed than she had after dreaming about Tom.
"I learnt about it this summer actually. I thought I was a Muggle since I couldn't do magic and I'd never received any kind of letter or magical training. The people I grew up with were Muggles and they didn't know anyone who was magical so I was under the impression that magic didn't exist, under no fault of my own." I added, seeing the disgusted look on Malfoy's face. He really looks ugly when he acts superior. Its one of the things I hate about him (among other things). "And then they told me I'd be going to a new school, namely Hogwarts, and they shipped me off here. My supposed aunt and uncle there were the ones that dropped the bomb on me."
"How did you learn magic then? We've all had years to learn." Malfoy pointed out.
"Oh, that was the most WONDERFUL experience of my LIFE! I'd absolutely LOVE to take that WONDERFUL potion again that gave me a HEADACHE for about a MONTH and nearly KILLED me because it was trying to fit my school books into my HEAD!" I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice acidly. "And it gives me even WORSE headaches every time I TOUCH someone with a different magical AURA then mine." As you can tell, I'm still very touchy about the whole let's-drive-Mya-mad-by-stomping-too-much-information-into-her-head-all-at- once thing.
We were silent for a long time before I turned to Ginny. She wasn't listening to us but rather staring out at nothingness. I watched her for a long time before I sighed.
"What?" Malfoy asked, glancing at Ginny. "What's the matter with Weasley?" I glared at him for a minute before I sighed again, this time in frustration.
"You know, calling us by our last names is going to get very tiring and Morgana will definitely have an easier time tracking me down and murdering me painfully if she knows that you don't trust us enough even to speak to us as a civilized human being." Malfoy arched an eyebrow at me, which wasn't necessarily superior but it was a bit mocking.
"What, you want me to hold your hand and call you 'my little dove'?" Malfoy demanded emotionlessly. Ginny actually started giggling. I glared at him and gave him a smile filled with teeth.
"Not unless I'm aloud to call you a 'spoiled little bastard' first." I rolled my eyes. "Fine, I was just trying to be friendly. After all, it's not like I WANT to be slaughtered, you know." Ayesha was watching me with a weird twinkle in her eyes. I think she saw through my little act and saw that I was much more interested in glomping Malfoy right then instead of trading insults or pretending I didn't care.
"Tom used to call me 'my Virginia' . . . ." Ginny confided with a faint smile on her face. "He would always say things like that." Her expression suddenly darkened. "When he got angry, he'd call me other things. Usually he'd call me Weasley or Ginny, just to show me that I was naïve, but then he started to hurt me." I exchanged a glance with Malfoy before I turned back to see Ginny trying not to cry. "He'd make me stay up all night just talking to him. He didn't want me to leave him alone. And he would say terrible things, like he wanted me to kill my brothers. And he wanted me to help him hurt people. I d-didn't want to, and he got madder. He s-said if I didn't, then h-he'd have to kill me." I put out a tentative hand to pat Ginny on the shoulder but she hugged me tightly. I don't really understand it but her hugs always seem to catch me off guard. It's probably because she's the only one who ever hugged me in my entire life.
Well, Malfoy started looking really uncomfortable. I don't think he's ever had to deal with a girl crying. Well, not someone he hadn't purposefully forced to cry. I don't think he's ever had to (or wanted to) consul anyone who's upset before. I wasn't exactly too sure of my abilities in this situation either so I just patted Ginny on the back and tried to get her to calm down. Eventually I started thinking about Tom again.
If he had been so terrible to her, why was he suddenly behaving differently? WHY was he behaving differently? And then, being the slow idiot that I am, I realized that maybe Tom had been LYING to me! Yes, NOW I think this most insightful of thoughts! It is perfectly logical that the twisted son of a bitch (pardon my language) who took over my best friend's mind for an entire year, might have actually been lying to me so that I wouldn't hex him out of Ginny's dreams. Wouldn't you say so? After all, he turns into a sadistic guy (ha, no curse word there though I was tempted) who loves to orphan very nice people like Harry Potter and turn people around my same age (a.k.a. Malfoy) into his little lackeys. So wouldn't it be obvious that he was lying?
He probably wasn't in love with Ginny at all!
Ginny started to calm down and by then we had our food and we ate in relative silence. Ayesha started telling us a little about the forest and how the residents had only just started returning after many years of exile because of the war. She also mentioned something about an annual ball and how the castle would probably be a mess since the ball was quite soon. Malfoy, of course, wanted to know how we could be having a ball in the middle of a war. Ayesha explained that it was an annual ball that was so imbedded in tradition that Fae law basically forbade anyone to cancel it, (not that mother hasn't tried). So then when we were finished, Ayesha took us on another flying trip for the rest of the afternoon.
And I just had a few spare minutes to scribble all of this down as we get dressed for dinner. Malfoy was almost jumping for joy when my parents said that we had to dress up for the guests that would be at dinner to welcome us. Mom didn't seem too excited by the idea and Ginny became really shy at the mention of dressing up, but not Malfoy. I guess that's all he gets to be excited about at his house. Every time he talks about his home, I get the distinct feeling it wasn't a very happy place. Oh well, it's not really my problem right?
After all, Malfoy isn't even my friend. He's rude to me and Ginny. He's rude to everyone in Gryffindor, now that I think about it. And he works for Tom, which makes me wonder if maybe he really IS as evil as Ron, Hermione and Harry seem to think. That would be a pretty bad thing considering I might have to trust him one day. Why should I be happy about having to trust someone who was obviously raised to backstab anyone that got in his way? Well, Malfoy and Ginny are coming, I can hear them bickering from here.
I'll write some more after dinner, maybe rant about what I think about Tom or something.
- Mya Kaisa Powerstone