I know most of this has been a bit different from the original version, but once again we have an event that will happen quite differently. I have a better idea of overall plot now, so adjustments (hopefully improvements) have been made. The chapter title and inspiration for this chapter comes from the song "Build a Little World With Me" by Laura Shigihara.
Chapter 12: Build A Little World With Me
Haven Winchester
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November of 1988
Haven didn't know where she was. Or why. What she did know was that it was cold. She was in a small, empty grey room like she was inside a black and white t.v. She wasn't sure how long she'd been huddled in the corner. It felt like forever.
But if she kept waiting, John was gonna come help her. He'd said to stay calm and wait. Haven… wasn't sure why. She didn't remember right now. He'd been gone so long though… When would he get here and bring her back to Dean and Sammy? It was such a cold and small room, without a door or even a window. Grey walls, grey floors, plain ceiling with a small, dim light so she could see. Not that there was anything to see. The only noise was her moving and breathing.
She wished Dean and Sammy were here, so she wouldn't have to wait alone.
As if someone like God could hear her, there was movement. She'd been sure the room was empty, but when she blinked, a boy was suddenly there. He looked like he might be her age, or around it. He had dark brown hair that was a bit long for a boy, almost like a girl's hair. It looked soft and neat. Maybe his mom brushed it for him. He was dressed in the softest looking grey pajamas she'd ever seen, with little silver buttons up the middle. He didn't seem surprised, just looked around without saying anything.
"Who are you?" Haven asked, squinting at him. She'd been sure the room was empty. There were no doors either. How'd he get in? She'd think the pajamas were weird, only she was in her pajamas, too.
The boy jumped. She'd thought he looked at her, but maybe he hadn't noticed her sitting in the corner? He looked a bit like a startled deer on the road.
"Um… You can see me?" He asked.
"Yeah, stupid, I can see you. You aren't hiding," Haven said.
"Oh…" The boy scratched the side of his head. Maybe he was a bit slow. He looked around again. "But this is a dream, right? No one ever sees me in my dreams. What are you doing in a place like this anyway? What happened to Dean and Sam?"
Haven asked, "How do you know Dean and Sammy?"
"I dream about you guys sometimes," the boy replied, as if that was normal, "But none of you have ever seen me before… Why can you see me now?"
"How should I know? I'm not the weird one." Haven made a face. He dreamed about them? But she'd never met him, ever. That was creepy.
The boy didn't reply. He looked around the room before chewing on his lip. "Maybe…" He raised a hand. Haven watched as the light slowly brightened above them, then windows and doors shimmered into existence. Haven got up and looked out one of the windows. Outside there was falling snow and a peaceful night sky, with twinkling stars peeking out behind clouds.
"It's one of these dreams!" the boy said, smiling. "No one's ever been here with me for these… Well, I'll just show you how it works, I guess. It's really cool. Come on, Haven."
He went towards the new door, but she didn't move.
"You know my name? But I don't know yours," Haven said. This boy had really weird dreams. Were they in a dream? That might make more sense than anything. Maybe he wasn't even real, and she was just dreaming this whole thing.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm Blaise. It's nice to meet you. Well, when you can see me, too," Blaise opened the door. He was still smiling. "Come on! I've never got to talk to the people I dream about before. And I can show you how this place works!"
She thought about saying she didn't want to go anywhere with a weirdo, but she had wanted to wait with someone. It was better than sitting in the cold room alone.
Haven went outside with him into the snow. Despite the snow, it was warmer out here than inside. The boy reached up to catch a snowflake, giggling as it grew and changed colors. He turned to show it to her.
"In these dreams I can always change whatever I want if I think about it hard enough. You wanna try? Maybe you can do it, too," Blaise said as the snowflake bounced up and towards her. She watched as it floated near. Did he want her to do something to it?
… Well, if it was a dream, it couldn't hurt. She reached out to touch it, imagining it turning into floating, twinkling stars like those above them. Just as she thought it, the large snowflake scattered into little stars that floated around them in the soft wind.
Blaise smiled wider and clapped. "It's pretty! Do you want to play? I've never really gotten to play with other kids much. I wanna play catch like you do with Dean!" He cupped his hands out as a ball of light appeared. He bounced it in the air a few times. "Please?"
It was creepy that he knew that. But his face was sweet. He had the big eyes that Sammy got. They made her want to just go with it.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Haven huffed, walking further out as the snow crunched under her feet. Instead of being cold on her bare feet, it felt soft. Kind of like walking on clouds. Or what she thought walking on clouds would feel like.
The first thing she realized was that Blaise was very, very bad at catch. He didn't seem to care, just smiling, laughing, and chasing the ball every time he missed his catch. She didn't get why he was so happy. Maybe this place was kind of cool, now that she wasn't alone and knew you could make things happen.
Haven prepared to try and catch the ball again when her vision went white and her head pounded. She yelped and closed her eyes-
Haven was going to h̸e̶l̶p̷ J̸̯́ö̶̮́h̶̞͝n̴̛̲ ̷͑͜o̴͔̊n̵͕͛ ̷͚͗a̶̖̓ h̶̥̀͋̈́ù̷̡̗͈n̶͎̅̒t̵̘̼͇̒͠. H̷̳͌́e̷͖͓̔̿ ş̴̓a̵̛̗i̸͖͗d̸̩̿ s̶o̶ and everything. He said he n̸̨͎̈́ȩ̷̢͇̈́̐e̴̲͋̓d̵̺̕ë̸̡́̋d̸̼̻́́̓ ̵͚̪̬̒͘ h̷̊ͅe̸̕͜r̵̻̋.̵̨̂ Even Dean hadn't g̶o̴t̶t̶e̴n̴ ̵ṫ̷ͅo̷̼̊ ̵̭̋d̴̢̕o̶͉̚ it yet, not really.
S̶h̶e̷ c̸̩̕u̸̠̿r̷̜̆l̴̖̿e̷̦͝d̴̠̓ ̸̡͑u̷͈͂p̴̢̆ i̴̖̯̔n̶̯̈́ ̵̹̈͑ă̶̬͎ ̷̱͐̈́͜b̸̥̝͐e̵͎̦͆̃d̵̢̮̋͘ u̸͇͘n̶̰͗d̴̼̑ë̵͇r̵̗͌ ̴̢͒t̴͓̿ḥ̸̓ĕ̸̯ ̴̧̈c̷̝͆o̴̖̕v̴̰͋e̴͓̐r̶̠̾s̵̟͐, ȟ̷̤e̶̤̾ȓ̴͇ ̶̗͑h̶e̸a̴r̸t̴ ̵r̶a̶c̷i̴n̴g̵. She was g̵̳̽ö̴̦́í̵̜n̶̲̈g̶̻͝ ̷͎͝t̷̪͝o̶͈̾ ī̷͙̤̿m̸̝͓̐͌p̸͇̉r̶̼̈́è̵̻s̸̘͓̒̇s̶̺̩̍̍ ̶̲̊J̷̝͛̾o̸͉̓h̵̺̬͠ṉ̷̹̏͗. S̶̖̏ȟ̴͎ė̴̥ ̸͍̈́w̷̩̎a̴̓͜s̶̪͐ ̸̦̉g̴̬̕ǒ̷̱ī̴͙n̶̨͌g̶͇͂ ̴̤̈́t̶̳̏o̷̹͝ ̶̪͝b̴̡̈́e̴̳͛ ś̷̨̢̼̥̃̅t̸̯̯̞̩͊͌͂̆ṟ̵̬͓͐͛̏͝ͅò̸̮͍̈̈́͜ń̴̮̲g̶̰̬̳̒́͆.
A̸̬͝l̴̺̈́ḷ̵̔ ̷͙͗s̴͎̐h̷̩͋e̶̩̎ ̴̙̒h̴̜̔a̴̗͘d̸̫͌ ̷̞͝t̵̼͌o̶͓͆ ̷̄͜d̸͕͐o̷̡̓ ̴̫͒w̶̘̅a̵͖̐s̸̱͘ w̵͔͓̒a̷̬͉͓̓ï̴̻̖̐̋t̵̛̩͔͉̆.̷͍͚̏-
"Haven! What's wrong?"
She squinted her eyes open as the pain faded. Haven rubbed her forehead. That hurt really bad. How had she forgotten that she was supposed to be helping with a hunt? She couldn't remember what happened. Did she fall asleep? That was bad. She needed to wake up so she could prove she was strong enough to hunt more.
Haven stepped away from Blaise as she realized how close he had come to check on her.
"I'm fine. How do you wake up from this?" Haven asked.
Blaise frowned. He hadn't been doing that, so it was weird. "Why would you want to? It's nicer here than being awake…"
"I need to be awake. I'm supposed to be helping John. I'm supposed to be… waiting?" For what? She couldn't remember that part. "I gotta go back. He needs my help."
"Oh… I don't know how to wake up. I haven't tried… It just happens after a while," Blaise replied. "Maybe we can try to find a way out or something?"
Haven didn't have any other ideas, so she nodded and began to walk away from the room. Blaise walked by her side. She wasn't sure what to do with him, but she guessed it was better than being alone. He wasn't mean, even if he was weird.
"S-So, er, Haven? Do you know how you got here? I guess you just slept… but did you do anything different? Or something? It's just that no one is in these with me ever. Usually when I see you or the others I can't really do anything? I just kinda watch, 'cause no one hears me. I thought I just dreamed all of you up, but then I met two of the others, so I guess not. That means you're real, too, I think. That's nice. I like being able to talk to you for once. Do you think maybe we can be friends? I haven't had a friend before, and I think you're pretty cool. I guess you don't know me but I can tell you about me?" Blaise didn't seem to care that she wasn't saying anything back. He just kept going.
"I don't care," Haven replied, looking ahead into the snow to see any sign of… anything. A way out.
"Oh…" The sound was so sad that before she could stop herself, she glanced at him. He was looking at his feet with big, watery eyes. It made her feel bad.
Haven sighed. "Fine. We can be friends I guess." She wouldn't see the weird boy ever again anyway, so it didn't matter.
"Oh! Thank you. Is that what you say? I don't know." Blaise did a few hops instead of walking normal. He was smiley again at least. "I'm Blaise Zabini. I'm nine! I just turned nine though."
Haven looked at him. He didn't seem like he should be older than her. Though if he just turned nine, that meant they would be in the same classes at school.
"Also, I live in Richmond with my mum. I don't see her much, though. Mostly it's just me and the nanny and my baby sister. Mum did let me come with her to one of the parties recently, so I did meet a few people, like Daphne, who's nice, but I don't think we're gonna go out again until maybe Christmas, if she isn't with her new boyfriend. She's had a lot of those," Blaise continued.
Somehow, he just kept finding things to talk about. Haven didn't get it. She wasn't even listening. Much. Even though now she knew about Daphne, and Blaise's baby sister who was learning to walk, and his mother's last husband who disappeared one day and he then found out had died. He talked about books and toys she'd never heard of that he didn't explain very well and she didn't ask about.
It made the silence much worse when Blaise disappeared, just as quickly as he had appeared.
It was t̸h̷e̸ m̶̬͝i̵̤̎d̴̨͝d̵͖̒l̸̦͘e̷̛͎ ̵̜̒õ̵̺f̴͚̾ ̶̳̿t̷̛̠h̴̢͌e̶̬͗ n̵͖͌̈́i̸̞̎g̶̞̗͛̐h̴̖̅͐t̴̠͈̆́ ẅ̶̠́h̸̺̿e̷̗͌n̴͚͐ ̸̲̈́Ḧ̴͖́á̵̞v̸̬͌e̴͎̕n̵̩̂ w̷͙̑̌̑ͅo̸̙̻͛̕k̷̛͚̩͜ẻ̴̢̤͍̑͊ ̴̨̖͆̔̈́u̵̝͎͉̅̾p̷̡̦̿͗ ̷͓̈́̃͘t̴͙͇͍̂ô̸̟̖̆͝ a̶̙͝ ̷̮͋h̶͚͑a̶̠̋ṉ̸̾d̵͖̅ ̵͙̐ọ̴̚ṅ̶̟ ̵̮̏h̸̦͛e̶̩͛r̷̡͂ ̶͚͋ṡ̷̢h̷͓̆ő̷͔u̸̙̕l̶̰̔d̵̊ͅe̷̹̕r̶͇̉.̷͎̓ It was d̶a̸r̴k̸ ̵ a̸̖͋ņ̵̀ḋ̷̯ ̷̯̓ŝ̸͚h̶͓̓ę̶͒ ̷̧̚c̶̖̎o̵̟̕u̵̜͆l̶̨̒d̸͓͊n̷̘̅'̴̲̑t̴̘̚ s̵̠͚̔͘̚ě̵͍̳͕̌e̸̬̅͌̚ͅ.
"H̷̛̳̐̕a̴̛͚͈̾͊v̵̘̔̀e̵̫͔͎̿͐n̷̡̟͂͒̀,̸̦̮̻̔̌͠ ̸͉̫͂͛͌c̴̮͍̔o̷̦͔̝̔͐̋m̸̨̹̯̒e̷̥͚͋ ̶̻̗̓w̷̙͛̌̈́i̸̢͕̘͌t̸̡̍ḧ̸͎̬̯́ ̷̬͆͛̓m̷̡̖̈́e̴̫̭̔.̵̳̘͔̅͛ ̶̝̲͙̚Ȉ̶͓̒̉ ̵̗͚̤̈́̚n̸̯͍̒é̵͉͋ȇ̸̮͓̾̌d̴̳̥̊́ ̶̭͖͉̏̈͌y̸̥̘̳͊̈́o̷̰̱͂̈́ư̷̥ŗ̴͙̆͝ ̵̛̮̝͝h̷̩͛̈e̷̡̒l̴͕̝̊̊p̴̛͚̍.̶̙̻͚̉̋̃"
J̷̝̊ǫ̴̽h̴̖̋n̵̅͜.̷̣͆ ̴͎̈I̵̘͊t̷̨͝ ̶̜͑w̸͕̔a̵͉͌ŝ̵̗ ̵͎͒j̸̣̓u̶̗͝s̶̩̔t̷͇̎ ̶̧͐J̵͔̓ŏ̵̭h̷͉̀n̸̉ͅ.̸̠̑
"Ẅ̴̧́h̸̝́y̸̪̎?̷̨̂"
"Ḁ̴͎̠͖̩̈̒̐͝ ̶͎͗̀̆̈́͜ḫ̶͓͍̳̖́́u̶̺͛̀͑n̷̛̺̥̞̓̒̍̍ť̸̞̈́̒̏.̸̧̣̯͉͋"
She went.
It was cold and grey again. She walked on and on through endless snow and night. The stars slowly turned dark.
She didn't like being alone.
Haven finally stopped walking and just sat in the snow, looking up at the dark sky. Blaise had said you could change things. He'd been the one to make the door and the snow and the stars. At least, she thought he'd done that. She'd only done a little thing, but maybe she could…
She squinted at the dark sky. She wanted light and color and warmth. She didn't want to be alone.
Slowly, the sky lightened as the sun rose into the sky. The snow faded to show green grass and wildflowers. A bluebird flew above her.
"Oh! That looks much better!"
Haven jumped and spun to face the voice. It was Blaise again, in a new pair of pajamas that looked just as comfy as the first. He was grinning up at the sky.
"See, it's easy, right?"
"Where'd you go?" Haven asked. She sounded angry. But mostly she was happy not to be alone.
Blaise said, "I just woke up. You've been here all day? Shouldn't you wake up, too? What are you sleeping so long for?"
She didn't know. Was she sleeping? That didn't feel…
I̴̻͗t̴̲͋ ̸̜̆w̴̗̐ạ̶̃s̴͉̍ c̵̬̔͘o̶̟͆̅l̸͚̇ḍ̶̀,̶̼̈̍ ḛ̷̕v̵̢͗ẻ̶̺n̸̙̕ ̷̪̌ụ̶̈́n̷̤̍d̸͙̈e̶̡͊r̸̤̓ ̴̄͜t̷̪́ḧ̴̪́e̷̯̓ ̴̫͗b̴̨̈l̴̹͌ǎ̴̞n̵̪̍k̴̲͗e̶͓̾t̵͉̄.̸͚̕ Ŝ̷̠h̴͙͊e̶̡̅ ̵̣͛k̵̘̈ė̷̖p̸͓̿t̵͕͊ ̶̱̑h̸̝͌e̵̫̐ŗ̶̀ ̸͚͊e̷̱͋y̴͖͆ȩ̷̓ŝ̶͇ ̶̦̓c̸̡̲̊l̷͚̍͝ọ̸̜̞́s̷̰̽e̶̛̹̐d̷̳͒͆̍ͅ ̵̰̆͐t̶̮̓̾͠í̸̥̠̋g̷̨͉̳̎͆h̶̰̲͝ͅt̶̯̞̭̀͠ ̸̝̾a̷͈͐n̶͉͊d̵̟̅ w̶̞͇̼̃a̴̧̡̮̍i̸̻̝͆͋̚ͅt̵̩̺͇͛̚e̴̤͊͜d̷̢̰̱̚.̵̛̼ S̴̬͝h̴̳̍e̵͔̾'̷̞̒d̸̯̓ ̵̨̌b̸̲͋e̴͕͛e̷̱̅ǹ̴̰ ̸̣̐à̴̟s̵̲̈́k̴̩͋ę̸͒d̸̲̐ ̴͈͝t̶̼͆ō̷̞ ̸̯̔w̴͓̾ǎ̷͍ǐ̸̲t̷͕̾.̴̧͗ ̵͕͗J̸͉̉o̸̭͆h̵̡̔ṅ̵̠ ̵̖̓ẉ̸͋a̸̻͘š̴̥ ̷͎͑w̶̨̋ḁ̶̉ṫ̸͍c̸̮̈́h̵̤͊i̷̡͝n̸̬͗g̸͖̉.̴̦͝ ̶̳̀S̸̮̏ó̸̝m̷̙̈e̸̞͛t̶̪̄h̴̫̋ȋ̷̲ñ̵̡g̵̞̔ ̸̛̖w̵̹͑å̷̧s̶͎͐ ̵͖̍ḡ̵̼o̷͔̓ḯ̵̙ņ̷͠g̶͘ͅ ̶̲͆ṯ̶̈ŏ̵͙ ̵̳͌ć̸̜o̶̻̎m̸̭̋è̵͍,̴̢̍ ̵̤̄b̶͕̔ṳ̵̂t̵͕̃ ̶͈͛h̸̥̓è̶̺ ̵̤͋ẅ̸̩ä̸̱́ŝ̶̯ ̸̖͝t̶̙̔h̸̿ͅe̶̟̐ȓ̸̼é̴͙ ̵̳̈t̶̼̄ō̸͓ ̴͍̌k̷̻̽ì̵̖l̶͉͘l̸̬̇ ̴̪̓i̷̠̋t̶̜̓.̷̨͐
H̶͚̍a̴͝ͅv̵̫͐e̵͛ͅn̸̰̓ ̴̢͛ḧ̶͔́è̸̝a̷̧͊r̴͙̈́d̵̨̈́ ̶̝̾ḁ̷̾ c̸̪͒̐͐͠ȑ̴̼̳̾͜e̸̡̗̾͘ȧ̶̯̼̘͈͛͒k̷̜̺͐͝ͅ.̸͍̇ ̵͉͗Ȃ̶̙ b̸͍̌̎̕r̷̡̡̫̔̌e̵̤͈̎̏͝ê̵̢̺͙͓͂̽͘z̵̫̻͊͊e̶̝̤̘͂͗.̷̦̊ ̸̩́H̷͚̍è̸̟r̵̨͝ ̴͖͝h̴̫͊ḙ̷̚á̵͈r̴̥͝t ̸͎̌r̴̬̂a̷̳̽c̷̼̽ĕ̶̥ḏ̷͐.̵͕͘
A̸̱͋ ̴̗͗ĺ̴ͅo̴̞̿ǹ̵̘g̷̖̈ ̴̱̌b̴̩́r̵̙̕e̸̟̅a̵̺͐ţ̶̋h̶̻̾ ̵̞̽i̴͚͆n̵̟̕.̵͙͒ ̷͠ͅS̶̥̕h̶̥͋e̸̢̊ ̷̪̈́ḏ̸̊î̴͉d̸̢͠n̶͕͋'̴̝̈t̶̨͗ ̷̜͐l̶̠̕o̷̙̕o̶̪̔k̸̬͑.̸̞͑ ̸̥̅W̷̬̮̋̆̂̃ą̸͋̔͐̏į̵̢̗̇̀ṭ̶̻̿̓̒e̴̯̩͊͠ḑ̵́̅̉.̷̗̰̼̾̾ ̵͖̦̱̔͛̀͜Ẅ̶̧̞͔̩́̾a̸͙̓ĭ̸̧t̴̨̖̝͙̏ē̶͇͝d̴̹̘̳̂.̸̢͎̗̐̿.̴̜̥̳̭̑͂̈́.̷̨͔͐̐͑ ̵̜͛̈́̾̎
Nothing.
Haven had fallen to her knees, clutching her head. She hadn't realized until the memory faded. Her head throbbed. Something had come for her. Had John gotten it? She didn't know.
She'd… fallen asleep? Why was she sleeping so long? Unless Blaise was lying. Or she was dreaming him up. But it was still a long time to be dreaming.
"Are you okay?" Blaise was kneeling next to her, getting grass and dirt on his nice pajamas. Haven sniffled at the pain but bit her lip.
"Fine."
Blaise was quiet for a few seconds. Then he bounced to his feet and offered a hand. "Let me show you something cool, since you're still here. While you wait to wake up, we might as well build something cool and play!"
She hesitated, before getting up. She didn't take his hand, though. Haven didn't need his help.
He didn't seem to care much anyway. Blaise turned to look at the green hills around them. "What should we build…"
"We?" Haven repeated, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Well, yes. Wouldn't it be fun? Maybe a castle!" Blaise said. He clapped his hands together and concentrated real hard. She watched as a stone castle, like in movies and books, appeared. It had big towers that stretched all the way towards the sky.
"Aren't castles supposed to have… the water? A moat?" Haven asked. It was very big and dark. And grey.
"Some, I guess. Make one if you want," Blaise replied, watching her eagerly. She shifted her feet. Could he stop looking at her like that? Well, if he wanted her to help so bad… a moat wasn't so hard, probably. She concentrated on the green around it, imagining a circle of water around it. As it formed, she remembered there would need to be a bridge to get over the water, so she added that at the front, too.
Blaise grinned. "If we have a moat, we should have walls, too. Here!" A wall appeared just inside the moat a few seconds later.
"Why's it all stone though? That's boring," Haven said. Too grey and dark.
"What would you make a castle out of?" Blaise asked. She didn't know. Just something not grey. What did castles look like? Didn't they have statues and colorful windows and stuff? She put some heroic statues on the wall that looked like people, but big. And maybe they looked like what she thought she would look like as an adult and a Hunter. And maybe one looked like Dean. But cool. With sunglasses and leather jackets. Another one was of a big, fluffy dog sitting down with a doggy smile, because Sammy liked dogs. It was a cute Sammy kind of dog instead of an ugly little Aunt Marge dog. All of it was colored in instead of grey.
"Oh! Those are cool! How about this?" Blaise squinted at the castle until vines with flowers on them covered many of the walls and towers. There were windows with flower boxes dotted around, too.
Soon, they realized the inside was completely empty and went around adding halls, rooms, and anything that came to mind. Blaise's rooms were always fancy and magical- it was a fake dream world after all. Why couldn't anything exist here? Following his lead, she tried to think of things that she'd never seen. It was a bit hard to do it like he did, though.
She added a dog room for Sammy, so it was okay. And a bat cave. Their castle had to have a bat cave with all of the cool batman stuff. She added all the cars Dean liked, with the Impala getting a special place right in the middle. Blaise seemed just as wonderstruck by them as Dean did. Maybe it was a boy thing.
They went on and on through the big castle, until she forgot that she needed to leave to help John with his hunt. She stopped worrying about missing Dean and Sammy, more excited to tell them about all the neat things in the dream castle. Movie theatres, rooms filled with toys, a room like a bouncy castle, a room like a playground, and a slide instead of stairs up one of the towers.
Haven forgot, right up until the pair came upon a dark archway neither of them had come up with. It was made of stone. A grey curtain covered it, gently flapping in a wind she didn't feel.
But she did feel the cold.
Both of them stopped and stepped closer to each other. It felt scary. She didn't know why. Scary and cold and grey.
"What's that?" She whispered to Blaise.
"I don't know," Blaise whispered back. "I think we should leave."
"... Yeah."
Blaise took her hand as they turned and hurried away. She only let Dean and Sammy hold her hands, so she tugged hers free once they were far enough away not to feel so cold.
Only, instead of the library with picture books Blaise had made, they found the archway again. When they tried to leave that one, another one appeared instead.
"Maybe we have to go in?" Blaise said. He didn't seem to like the idea any more than she did. "I can't make it go away…"
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know a lot of things," Haven said as she took a step closer to the archway. Maybe he was right though, and she had to go through the cold and dark. It had been like that when she was first here. Maybe it was the way in and out? It was cold and kinda scary, but… she kept walking closer. She needed to see, even if she didn't really want it. As she got closer, she could hear something. Whispers.
The only thing warm was Blaise following right behind her. She reached out with her hand to push aside the curtain. It felt nice, like silk. Or what she thought silk might feel like. Smooth.
When she stepped through, the curtain fell behind her. Haven looked back for Blaise, but…
He wasn't there anymore. It was just dark and cold.
"Blaise?" Haven said, wrapping her arms around her chest and shivering.
No one called back. It was silent.
Almost.
I've missed my Hogwarts babies. At least I have Blaise to tide me over...
Any guesses about what John was hunting, about Blaise, or what was happening in general? I'm curious how close to the mark you guys will be.