A/N:
This chapter is dedicated to two comedians of our time, who shaped the future of Comedy. To Spike Milligan, who died last month, and to Dudley Moore, who died this week. As someone who was brought up along with poems like "The Ning Nang Nong" and whose first ever video was "Santa Clause; The Movie", I cannot tell you how sad I am that two of my childhood heroes should die so closely, and in the case of Dudley Moore, so young by today's standards. We will miss you both, guys, you won't be forgotten.
The picture I mention (The Lonely Vampire) is a painting I have done as GCSE coursework for art, though I do not yet have the facilities to scan it. When I do, I will post it up on the net as soon as I can.
Sunburn
Rene was woken rudely by the glare of harsh sunlight, which she noticed had already burnt her left arm that had been exposed. She got out of bed in a flash, concealing her eyes with her healthy arm, and yanked the heavy drapes shut. As she walked into the bathroom, she absent-mindedly stroked her arm, which tingled and stung all at once. It also smoked slightly, making her wonder how long it had been exposed to the light, but she knew that it wouldn't matter in a day. Her face felt stiff and dry, and she could feel clearly the tracks of her tears. Once she remembered why she had been so distraught last night, she immediately pushed it to the back of her head.
It reminded her of a portrait she had once seen, called "Lonely Vampire". He was looking into a mirror that was shattered, though the glass remained inside the frame. Nothing could be seen in the mirror, except his medallion, which gave his rank in society, hung on a scarlet ribbon, and a single tear of blood, falling from where his eye would have been, but in the mirror it looked like it was suspended in mid-air. The tear and Medallion were all you could see, because the medallion was the only item of clothing that did not touch his skin, and the tear was obviously not his own blood. His hand had been touching the mirror, as if to try and find his reflection, but he never could.
She decided that she was doomed to fail at this job if she didn't get on with it, so she quickly jumped into the bath, which had been left from the night before. It was freezing cold, but she quite liked it like that of a morning. Her arm felt like it had suffered an onslaught of knives as soon as it hit the water, and she winced, but it soon went numb. She held it up out of the water, and saw that it was not as badly burnt as it had looked, but would still need bandaging. She hoisted herself out of the sunken bath, and put on her dressing gown, which had been put in a strategic place, as had all her other luggage. She could think of no one who could have or would have done her such a favour, with Fudge and the Dementors seeming not to be the house-proud types. But she kept forgetting the magical powers that were so often absent in Romania were more than evident here. She discovered a small medicine cabinet, which had some rough bandages inside it along with some other basic remedies. She bound her ailing arm, and then went to get changed.
As she put on some Forrest-green robes for the day, she began to wonder if robes were practical. But then again, what did they have to be practical for? Meeting people? Paperwork? Running around the Fortress? Interrogation? All Four?
Absent-mindedly, she began the long walk down the winding spiral stair case. No one had actually given her any clue as to what she was meant to be doing her. There was no clue as to what waited for her behind the stiff old Oak door at the foot of the stairs. She would just have to wait and see...
For Dudley and Spike.
A/N: Probably not a lot going to get posted over the weekend, guys, but next week and the week after, I hope I'll be able to get as much as a couple of chapters up every evening. God, I love school holidays!
Also, for all of you who spend time in the HP Slytherin Boards, I think I told you I have given up my search for Spike, but don't forget to check out my other story, "Celestial Powers". It is a story all about characters from the boards, although only three have been introduced so far. Any members of Miss Celeste's "group" should let me know if they wish to be included at some point. Thanks all.
This chapter is dedicated to two comedians of our time, who shaped the future of Comedy. To Spike Milligan, who died last month, and to Dudley Moore, who died this week. As someone who was brought up along with poems like "The Ning Nang Nong" and whose first ever video was "Santa Clause; The Movie", I cannot tell you how sad I am that two of my childhood heroes should die so closely, and in the case of Dudley Moore, so young by today's standards. We will miss you both, guys, you won't be forgotten.
The picture I mention (The Lonely Vampire) is a painting I have done as GCSE coursework for art, though I do not yet have the facilities to scan it. When I do, I will post it up on the net as soon as I can.
Sunburn
Rene was woken rudely by the glare of harsh sunlight, which she noticed had already burnt her left arm that had been exposed. She got out of bed in a flash, concealing her eyes with her healthy arm, and yanked the heavy drapes shut. As she walked into the bathroom, she absent-mindedly stroked her arm, which tingled and stung all at once. It also smoked slightly, making her wonder how long it had been exposed to the light, but she knew that it wouldn't matter in a day. Her face felt stiff and dry, and she could feel clearly the tracks of her tears. Once she remembered why she had been so distraught last night, she immediately pushed it to the back of her head.
It reminded her of a portrait she had once seen, called "Lonely Vampire". He was looking into a mirror that was shattered, though the glass remained inside the frame. Nothing could be seen in the mirror, except his medallion, which gave his rank in society, hung on a scarlet ribbon, and a single tear of blood, falling from where his eye would have been, but in the mirror it looked like it was suspended in mid-air. The tear and Medallion were all you could see, because the medallion was the only item of clothing that did not touch his skin, and the tear was obviously not his own blood. His hand had been touching the mirror, as if to try and find his reflection, but he never could.
She decided that she was doomed to fail at this job if she didn't get on with it, so she quickly jumped into the bath, which had been left from the night before. It was freezing cold, but she quite liked it like that of a morning. Her arm felt like it had suffered an onslaught of knives as soon as it hit the water, and she winced, but it soon went numb. She held it up out of the water, and saw that it was not as badly burnt as it had looked, but would still need bandaging. She hoisted herself out of the sunken bath, and put on her dressing gown, which had been put in a strategic place, as had all her other luggage. She could think of no one who could have or would have done her such a favour, with Fudge and the Dementors seeming not to be the house-proud types. But she kept forgetting the magical powers that were so often absent in Romania were more than evident here. She discovered a small medicine cabinet, which had some rough bandages inside it along with some other basic remedies. She bound her ailing arm, and then went to get changed.
As she put on some Forrest-green robes for the day, she began to wonder if robes were practical. But then again, what did they have to be practical for? Meeting people? Paperwork? Running around the Fortress? Interrogation? All Four?
Absent-mindedly, she began the long walk down the winding spiral stair case. No one had actually given her any clue as to what she was meant to be doing her. There was no clue as to what waited for her behind the stiff old Oak door at the foot of the stairs. She would just have to wait and see...
For Dudley and Spike.
A/N: Probably not a lot going to get posted over the weekend, guys, but next week and the week after, I hope I'll be able to get as much as a couple of chapters up every evening. God, I love school holidays!
Also, for all of you who spend time in the HP Slytherin Boards, I think I told you I have given up my search for Spike, but don't forget to check out my other story, "Celestial Powers". It is a story all about characters from the boards, although only three have been introduced so far. Any members of Miss Celeste's "group" should let me know if they wish to be included at some point. Thanks all.