Basic Surfacing
By: April Malone
Note: yet again another chapter...*triangle sound*...enjoy...
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CHAPTER 3: Under Disclosure
Supper hadn't been as great as Areyanna expected, the food was cold and stale, the noise in the room echoed off the stone walls and vibrated in her mind. It was her first day and the only friend she could call a friend was in her houses rival, Gryffindor. She watched Dyllian laugh with the others at the table and crack jokes while shovelling in the cold food. She turned to find something a little more interesting, but only saw Snape at the teacher's table picking about his plate. She looked back at her plate as he glanced up at her. The Draco sat at the far end of the table with two others she hadn't meet. The boys gave each other grossed out looks after trying the food on their plates.
Areyanna couldn't take much more, her chair squeeked as she stood. Eyes watched her as she silently left the dining hall and crossed into the hall. At least there she could hear herself think. She thought that it would have been a fun supper, with offending Snape and all, but it didn't turn out like that.
A cold breeze moved through the long hall, making her hair dance and her robe flap. She pulled it closer. The last thing she needed was to get the flu. A low noise came from behind her. She shivered and looked. Nothing. Heading back down the hallway another sound rang, but louder than the last. Turning again she saw a white figure dodge behind a statue of armor.
"Great. Look, I'm just going to my room," Areyanna replied bitterly. Still, nothing showed making her believe she was seeing things. She continued down the hall, she could see...nothing but hallway floor. She found herself lieing face down on the ground, want ever she thought she had seen, Areyanna knew that it had tripped her. A faint white glow loomed above her head, she went to flip over when the white glow pushed down on her. "Ow, get off," Areyanna tried pushing up with her palms, but the thing was to heavy, "GET OFF!!".
"A crying lass, a shame to pass," the white thing pressed harder. Areyanna could feel the stone pushing itself into her hand.
"LET ME UP...I was not crying," she managed with a jerk of her body to rotate on to her back. The figure flew into the air and hovered watching her with tiny black eyes.
"Not crying...you are lying...firsties always cry," the figure swooped down closer to her. Maybe to see if it was wrong about her crying.
Areyanna fluttered her arms to move what she now realized was a ghost to leave, "Go away."
The figure grabbed something from his pocket and through it at her. A white eraser hit her cheek then fell into her lap.
"Jeez thanks," she through the eraser back at the ghost, who was already gone. The clatter of it hitting another statue made her jump. She raised herself back to her feet and continued on her way.
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A sudden closing of a door made her jump. She had fallen asleep on a brown leather chair next to the fireplace. She sat up, her skin peeled from the chair creating a sticky sound.
"What are you doing up?" Snape slithered into the common-room with a look of frenzy on his face.
"I must of fell asleep," Areyanna could hardly open her eyes than start insulting him.
"It's way to late, go to bed," He glared at her once again, then headed into his bedroom locking the door once inside.
"Ya..ya..ya," a shadowed hand waved for five minutes still thinking that he was still in the room.
A few mintues later and the hand feel back into its owner's lap, which made the owner leap from the chair with a sheer rush of adrenaline. The hand found it's way back into the pocket of the black robe looking for the locket. It found nothing and searched the other.
"No...no..." Areyanna pulled the pockets inside out reveling them to be empty, "...no...no...no". The locket was gone. She inspected the seams and found no holes, she inspected the walls of the pocket, but still no holes. The sides of the chiar checked out clean, she searched underneath, yet
to no avail. Areyanna stood thinking for what seemed like forever, but was only two minutes. The ghost. It must have fallen out when she fell. Her hands disclosed evidence of the stone floor, tiny bits of dust and sand remained planted in both palms.
Not thinking of any consequences or the rath that would unfold if Snape caught her she swung open the door and headed out.
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"Where is it?" Areyanna had found the eraser, thinking it would be a good clue to where she had fallen. She passed her hand over the stone blindfully. The darkness hadn't even entered her mind, for if it had she wouldn't have been looking for the locket. Images of Snape finding the key and presenting it to Filch jumped through her mind, they would be waiting for her back at the common-room. *I think she deserves a harsher punishment* Snape would smile and mouth ful of unbrushed teeth. She now searched faster.
Another figure entered the hall. Areyanna jerked her head up. It moved in a faster paced than walking towards her. She scooted behind a statue of armor and closed her eyes hoping it didn't see her. The sound of the shoes on stone slowed. It was just infront of her now. Holding her breath she waited for the shadow to grab her. She could see in her thoughts Snape and Filch discussing her punishment. Nothing. The shadow mved on down the hall. A sigh of relief escaped from her as she began to search again.
It wasn't but two seconds and another figure entered. This time it was white. She knew this ghost, it was the one who had her out here looking for the locket.
"I know your there, Filch will be happy," the ghost began to walk downthe hallway.
Did he really know she was there. Could he see her in the darkness. Did he say Filch. Areyanna froze from where she was in the middle of the hall. The ghost made his way a little closer with every breath she released. She could smell her punshiment, bitter, sour, and unconditional.
A hand grabbed her from behind and pulled her against the wall. She let out a mild squeek before it covered her mouth.
The ghost looked towards them, "Are you over there?..."
What would they do now. The hand didn't moved, she could feel the warmth of the person behind her. Their chest rising and falling, faster and faster as the ghost neared.
Areyanna thought about her hands and how they were sweating. She knew the consequnce would be drastic if both of them were caught out of their houses at night. A warm feeling entered her hand. The eraser. She slowly raised her arm and through it. The eraser hit another statue, which it seemed to do often.
The ghost snapped his neck towards the sound. He forgot about the shadows up against the wall and swooped towards the sound.
Both let out a held breath. Areyanna pulled the hand away from her mouth. That was the second time in two days that someone tried to shut her up.
"Do you think it's gone?" Areyanna got to her feet, as did the other.
"Peeves...ya, he'll find something else to do," Areyanna recognised the voice. It was Draco, the boy who accompanied her to Filch's office.
"What are you doing here?" the words silent not to draw attention.
"Playing the hero," Areyanna could almost she him smile in the pitch black hall.
"I'm not a damsel in distress here," she tilted her head.
"Well...not now," Draco knocked her shoulder with his and headed down away from their house.
"Where are you going, our house is the other way."
"Peeves is also down their too," his footsteps stopped.
Areyanna remembered the locket. It wasn't worth almost getting caught again.
"Come on," Draco's footsteps approached her. Areyanna out stretched her arm hitting his chest.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"No prob." he placed his hand in hers. She blushed, thanking the night for the darkness. She knew the burning on her face would have been doubled if this would have happened in daylight.
"Where are we going?," she locked her fingers around his. Protection was a sort of feeling she had never really experienced. Her father was hardly ever home and her mother...never really anywhere.
"Another way."
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*~please review~*
By: April Malone
Note: yet again another chapter...*triangle sound*...enjoy...
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CHAPTER 3: Under Disclosure
Supper hadn't been as great as Areyanna expected, the food was cold and stale, the noise in the room echoed off the stone walls and vibrated in her mind. It was her first day and the only friend she could call a friend was in her houses rival, Gryffindor. She watched Dyllian laugh with the others at the table and crack jokes while shovelling in the cold food. She turned to find something a little more interesting, but only saw Snape at the teacher's table picking about his plate. She looked back at her plate as he glanced up at her. The Draco sat at the far end of the table with two others she hadn't meet. The boys gave each other grossed out looks after trying the food on their plates.
Areyanna couldn't take much more, her chair squeeked as she stood. Eyes watched her as she silently left the dining hall and crossed into the hall. At least there she could hear herself think. She thought that it would have been a fun supper, with offending Snape and all, but it didn't turn out like that.
A cold breeze moved through the long hall, making her hair dance and her robe flap. She pulled it closer. The last thing she needed was to get the flu. A low noise came from behind her. She shivered and looked. Nothing. Heading back down the hallway another sound rang, but louder than the last. Turning again she saw a white figure dodge behind a statue of armor.
"Great. Look, I'm just going to my room," Areyanna replied bitterly. Still, nothing showed making her believe she was seeing things. She continued down the hall, she could see...nothing but hallway floor. She found herself lieing face down on the ground, want ever she thought she had seen, Areyanna knew that it had tripped her. A faint white glow loomed above her head, she went to flip over when the white glow pushed down on her. "Ow, get off," Areyanna tried pushing up with her palms, but the thing was to heavy, "GET OFF!!".
"A crying lass, a shame to pass," the white thing pressed harder. Areyanna could feel the stone pushing itself into her hand.
"LET ME UP...I was not crying," she managed with a jerk of her body to rotate on to her back. The figure flew into the air and hovered watching her with tiny black eyes.
"Not crying...you are lying...firsties always cry," the figure swooped down closer to her. Maybe to see if it was wrong about her crying.
Areyanna fluttered her arms to move what she now realized was a ghost to leave, "Go away."
The figure grabbed something from his pocket and through it at her. A white eraser hit her cheek then fell into her lap.
"Jeez thanks," she through the eraser back at the ghost, who was already gone. The clatter of it hitting another statue made her jump. She raised herself back to her feet and continued on her way.
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A sudden closing of a door made her jump. She had fallen asleep on a brown leather chair next to the fireplace. She sat up, her skin peeled from the chair creating a sticky sound.
"What are you doing up?" Snape slithered into the common-room with a look of frenzy on his face.
"I must of fell asleep," Areyanna could hardly open her eyes than start insulting him.
"It's way to late, go to bed," He glared at her once again, then headed into his bedroom locking the door once inside.
"Ya..ya..ya," a shadowed hand waved for five minutes still thinking that he was still in the room.
A few mintues later and the hand feel back into its owner's lap, which made the owner leap from the chair with a sheer rush of adrenaline. The hand found it's way back into the pocket of the black robe looking for the locket. It found nothing and searched the other.
"No...no..." Areyanna pulled the pockets inside out reveling them to be empty, "...no...no...no". The locket was gone. She inspected the seams and found no holes, she inspected the walls of the pocket, but still no holes. The sides of the chiar checked out clean, she searched underneath, yet
to no avail. Areyanna stood thinking for what seemed like forever, but was only two minutes. The ghost. It must have fallen out when she fell. Her hands disclosed evidence of the stone floor, tiny bits of dust and sand remained planted in both palms.
Not thinking of any consequences or the rath that would unfold if Snape caught her she swung open the door and headed out.
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"Where is it?" Areyanna had found the eraser, thinking it would be a good clue to where she had fallen. She passed her hand over the stone blindfully. The darkness hadn't even entered her mind, for if it had she wouldn't have been looking for the locket. Images of Snape finding the key and presenting it to Filch jumped through her mind, they would be waiting for her back at the common-room. *I think she deserves a harsher punishment* Snape would smile and mouth ful of unbrushed teeth. She now searched faster.
Another figure entered the hall. Areyanna jerked her head up. It moved in a faster paced than walking towards her. She scooted behind a statue of armor and closed her eyes hoping it didn't see her. The sound of the shoes on stone slowed. It was just infront of her now. Holding her breath she waited for the shadow to grab her. She could see in her thoughts Snape and Filch discussing her punishment. Nothing. The shadow mved on down the hall. A sigh of relief escaped from her as she began to search again.
It wasn't but two seconds and another figure entered. This time it was white. She knew this ghost, it was the one who had her out here looking for the locket.
"I know your there, Filch will be happy," the ghost began to walk downthe hallway.
Did he really know she was there. Could he see her in the darkness. Did he say Filch. Areyanna froze from where she was in the middle of the hall. The ghost made his way a little closer with every breath she released. She could smell her punshiment, bitter, sour, and unconditional.
A hand grabbed her from behind and pulled her against the wall. She let out a mild squeek before it covered her mouth.
The ghost looked towards them, "Are you over there?..."
What would they do now. The hand didn't moved, she could feel the warmth of the person behind her. Their chest rising and falling, faster and faster as the ghost neared.
Areyanna thought about her hands and how they were sweating. She knew the consequnce would be drastic if both of them were caught out of their houses at night. A warm feeling entered her hand. The eraser. She slowly raised her arm and through it. The eraser hit another statue, which it seemed to do often.
The ghost snapped his neck towards the sound. He forgot about the shadows up against the wall and swooped towards the sound.
Both let out a held breath. Areyanna pulled the hand away from her mouth. That was the second time in two days that someone tried to shut her up.
"Do you think it's gone?" Areyanna got to her feet, as did the other.
"Peeves...ya, he'll find something else to do," Areyanna recognised the voice. It was Draco, the boy who accompanied her to Filch's office.
"What are you doing here?" the words silent not to draw attention.
"Playing the hero," Areyanna could almost she him smile in the pitch black hall.
"I'm not a damsel in distress here," she tilted her head.
"Well...not now," Draco knocked her shoulder with his and headed down away from their house.
"Where are you going, our house is the other way."
"Peeves is also down their too," his footsteps stopped.
Areyanna remembered the locket. It wasn't worth almost getting caught again.
"Come on," Draco's footsteps approached her. Areyanna out stretched her arm hitting his chest.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"No prob." he placed his hand in hers. She blushed, thanking the night for the darkness. She knew the burning on her face would have been doubled if this would have happened in daylight.
"Where are we going?," she locked her fingers around his. Protection was a sort of feeling she had never really experienced. Her father was hardly ever home and her mother...never really anywhere.
"Another way."
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