Gemini: I hate you
Chelsea: Yes, I know, I am an evil bitch, bite me.
Lisa: Yay! I'm finally in your story!
Chelsea: That's Shoobie Doobie Rama Lama Okie Dokie, my best friend.
Lisa: Or Shoobie D for short!
Chelsea: Right...
Nettey: Why am I not in this chapter?
Chelsea: B/c you haven't written in a while, when you write some more, I will have you and Sirius being a happy couple... doing things happy couples do...
Nettey: ::Gasp:: You're going to write a LEMON aren't you! You're going to write me some hot, sweaty, sexxxy Sirius smut aren't you... Aren't YOU!
Chelsea: ... No...
Nettey: Damn you!
Edizioni
Issues
Gemini's lips curved upward, twisting her mouth into a malovent smirk. It took Gemini some work to get all of her companions down from the tower's roof, but she succeed with her handy dandy teleportation, which James promptly tossed his cookie afterwards.
She looked around at the drunk and inept Gryffindor's. Stupid alcohol intolerance. If they had a high tolerance for such intoxicating things, none of this would have happened, and they would not be waking up with a hangover from hell, unlike her who was only very slightly tipsy, and would have a minor headache, which was nothing in Gemini Cielo's book of Pain.
Sighing she sat down on her bed and took out her field knife. She watched in awe as the moonlight reflected off of it's blade, painting pictures of silver upon her bedroom walls. Hold in even so naturally in her calloused hands she held the blade close to her arm, pressing slightly, watching with a twisted smile upon her face as her skin broke, and blood began to seep out of the wound. Holding her arm up, her gaze followed the line of life that flowed in a single line down the inside of her well toned arm.
She didn't know why she enjoyed this. The normal person wouldn't dare hurt themselves intentionally, but then again, Gemini Cielo was not the normal person. Letting the knife graze across her tender flesh, a hair line trail of crimson followed. She didn't know why, but she enjoyed the pain, it didn't affect her, it was as if pain was the only thing she could feel, yet she was immune to it's suffering.
"Miss Cielo," a voice said from the door, causing Gemini's curtain to close.
"Si McGonagal?" Gemini asked, her voice calm, her eyes still fixed upon the trail of blood.
"Dumbledore would like to see you," she said sternly, "Now."
"Alright." Gemini mumbled as she returned her felid knife to its holster with a flick of her wrist and held her hand to her cut, murmuring a healing spell under her breath, hoping that McGonagal wouldn't notice the light, or the boys in their dorm.
Gemini poked her head out of her curtains, pushing them out of the way with her hand, throwing her legs from underneath her, landing with a grace that was attainted from hours of foot work drills.
"You are going in that?" She asked Gemini, who looked down at her clothes,
A black tank top clung to her body, her well firmed muscles plainly evident underneath. Her black Auror training pants hung off her hips, the bottoms ticked into the top of her Auror boots, which laced up to the middle of her knee. To top off her outfit a cold look was locked in her eyes that sent chills down the spines of even the most hardened deatheater.
"Si," Gemini replied, cocking her head to the side in question.
"Come along now," McGonagal said, turning on her heel, "We mustn't keep the headmaster waiting."
"Oh no," Gemini said as she brushed past her, "We don't want that now, do we?"
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"Gemini," Dumbledore said softly, "This is Lisa Chandler." he said, motioning to the blonde in the corner. "She is a child psychologist."
"What do you want from me?" Gemini asked flatly, staring at the women in the corner, "She looks barely older than I."
"I am twenty one Gemini," Chandler said, stepping forward, "All I want to do is talk, can we talk?"
Gemini looked in the woman's direction, "as you wish."
Chandler smiled and sat down in the chair across from Gemini's while Dumbledore stood, silently excusing himself as Chandler and Gemini underwent a stare down.
When Dumbldore exited, Chandler took out a note book and her quill and set her ink bottle down on his desk.
"Gemini," she said in a soft voice, "I am going to ask you a few questions, if you don't want to answer, you don't have to, is this alright for you?
"I suppose," Gemini replied, crossing her arms over her chest, "Seeing how I have no other option. Ask away."
"Gemini, what is you full name."
"Gemini Cielo."
"Can you tell me about your parents, anything about your family history?"
Gemini sighed, "I grew up in Italy, as you can tell from my accent, it is far from Scottish. I lived in a small home with my older sister, Pisces and my Parents, Stella and Virgo. Pisces and I shared a room, we gratefully had our own separate beds, for we despised each other, she was every thing I wasn't. My parents lead a simple life. My father was an astrologer, studying the stars each night, my mother worked in a local tailor shop all day, so they were never there at the same time, except for dinner, after my mother came home and before my father left."
"Where in Italy did you live Gemini, did you like it there?" Chandler asked softly, leaning on her knees.
Gemini shook her head, "It is no business of your where I lived, or where I live now. And I loved Italy. It was my home and I love it more than this cold, horrid place."
"How are your parents?" chandler asked.
"They're dead." Gemini said flatly, "I doubt you haven't heard of Voldemort? He killed them, along with my sister, one of the first families actually. Dumbledore didn't tell you?" she asked when she saw the color drain from Chandler's face, "I am the youngest Auror in the history of the ministry of Magic, along with James Potter."
"H- how do you feel about this?" Chandler asked quietly, stammering over her words. She watched on intently as Gemini turned to face her, a blank, emotionless mask on her face. But suddenly everything changed. She noticed her left eye twitch ever so slightly before going to cold to cruel.
"I feel great." Gemini drawled out with a newfound rudeness. She stood up in her seat, looking at her hands, "do you now how good it feels to decide who lives and who dies? To have a power running through your body?" Gemini twirled around in her spot, her telekinesis beginning to surge off of her power, rasing her slightly off the ground. She landed at Chandler's feet, a wicked smile on her face, her voice suddenly deepened, "It's to die for."
Chandler stuttered slightly before asking her, "Gemini, may I ask you how your relation ship with god is going?"
Gemini let out a low laughed, her deep voice still intact, "Foolish mortal." she muttered to herself while walking over to Dumbledore's desk and taking a seat on the edge, "I am God."
'What are you saying! Stop it!'
//Let her know, let her fear you//
'You are telling her to much stop it!'
//Shut up little girl, you are strong, you are feared, you are Gemini Cielo, heiress to the great Diana, you do not ne-//
'SHUT UP! DON'T DO IT!'
//Don't listen, you are strong, you are invincible you are the one//
'I have been good, a good girl.'
//They're coming back for you Gemini. And they are going to get you this time Gemini.//
'No, I have been good'
//rip you apart//
'I've been good...//
//tear you open//
'...good...'
//let you ble-//
"STOP IT!" Gemini screamed as she grabbed her head, bringing it to her knees, her hands clasped over her ears.
"Gemini," Chandler cried as she sprung to her feet, uncertain whether to run and get Dumbledore or to help the girl her self.
"Don't touch me," Gemini yelled, her brown eyes wild, her voice frantic, yet younger, "I don't want them to hurt me again." she whimper, snarling at the doctor.
"Gemini," Chandler said softly, "are you alright?"
Gemini's body tensed up, her muscles visibly quivering under her skin. After a few shuddering breaths Gemini unrolled from her fetal position, a blank look on her face, "I am fine," she replied, "just a bit of an identity crisis."
"Identity crisis?" Chandler dared to ask, worried about setting the girl off again.
"Yes," Gemini said cooly, sitting back down in her chair, "I have a bit of a split personality."
"Explain," Chandler said, becoming interested and hot on the trail of what could be bothering the troubled girl.
"I hear voices in my head." Gemini said flatly, "and don't you dare laugh at it either. Call it a conscience, I don't care. But all I know is that during spells of hatred or pain, my evil side, if you will, dominated my mind, and I listen."
"Do you like being like that?" Chandler asked, "can you stop it?"
"I do not, not like it." Gemini said, "I would be dead right now if it weren't for it. I don't feel pain like others do."
"How so?"
"People suffer from physical pain," Gemini said, snapping her head up, "I can handle pain, trust me, I would be dead right now, but emotional pain, I do not feel."
"So you feel emotionless in other words?"
"No," Gemini said, "I have the worst anger management skills of anyone I know. I have the temper that would only match an enraged Hippogriff, no one trifles with me." she said, her eyes narrowing, "No one."
"I see, may I ask you a few questions about you spiritual life?" Chandler asked, still trying to understand how the girl worked.
Gemini nodded and waved away her question as Chandler picked up her clip board and asked the first question.
"In what religion were you raised?"
"Roman Calthloc" Gemini replied, "But that's different now."
"What religion are you now?" Chandler asked, jotting down some words.
"Stregan"Gemini replied, her r's rolling through her thick Italian accent which has not diminished, although she has been living in Scotland most of the year.
"What do you believe in? Is there a God?" Chandler asked, rephrasing some of her previous questions.
"Please lady" Gemini laughed shortly, "I am god, I already told you this."
"What do you mean, 'You are God'?"
Gemini looked at her, brown eyes full of wisdom, respect and determination, "Look up the mark of my head, then find out for yourself, it is not my place to tell you more,"
"What do you call God?" Chandler asked her softly.
Gemini just smiled before replying, "Mother Diana della Luna."
"Do you believe there is a heaven or a hell? If so, where do you believe you'll be going?" Chandler urged on, hoping to break the outer shell of the Italian.
"I believe that there is a place where my soul will rest," Gemini concluded after much thought, "as for heaven and hell, I have committed so much anger in my life, according to my parents religion, I will be dismembered alive in hell, which will be pretty hard, considering how I will be DEAD when it happens, don't you think?"
Chandler just sat and stared at the girl. This was her hardest case she has ever come in contact with. Stoic, ruthless, hate filled, yet broken and hurt. She had a mask she made of tungsten alloy, which would not be breaking anytime soon, she had to find the connection. She was a textbook Schizotypal case. All of the signs where there. She displayed odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and seemed like the person whom sought isolation from others. Dumbledore had told her that she is believed to have extra sensory ability. She engaged in eccentric behavior and has difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Her speech was also over elaborate and difficult to follow. But there was something else there that she couldn't place, the way she held herself, or the way her left hand twitched over so slightly up to her right arm. She had looked over her school record early that day and was quite surprised.
Excellent potions student, second in the school as a matter of fact. She was a beater on her house team, and she was extremely physically fit, almost to the point of frightening. But there were some dark spots in her past as well. Fighting was most of them, suspensions from Quidditch matches, and she was correct about her flaring temper as she visits to Dumbledore's office for misconduct was high, even for a troublemaker. Something didn't make sense.
Then she saw it
The fresh wound. Upraised flesh on the inside of her arm, pink from sudden healing. She made the connection. She was not only Schizotypal, she was antisocial.
"Gemini," Chandler asked softly, "How long have you been hurting yourself?"
Gemini looked up at her and replied, "ever since the day I was born."
Chandler sat back in her chair and studied the girl for a long moments times. It was all there. Manifestations of a conduct disorder are usually present before age 15 and included truancy, physical fighting, cruelty to people, arson, stealing, or lying. There was not a doubt in Chandler's mind that Gemini has committed any of these things. Irresponsible and antisocial behavior follow, as indicated by an inability to abide by society's rules, aggressive behavior, getting into trouble with the law, and a lack of remorse. In everyday language these individuals are often referred to as psychopathic.
Psychopathic. She suffered from a psychopathic Schizotypal disorder.
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Chelsea: Yes, I know... I AM an evil bitch...
Chibi Chel: but she is distressed right now...
Neko Sea: So she can be an evil bitch all she wants! ^-^
Chelsea: Yes, I think I am finally over all of the angst... but I have a question for all of you...
Chibi Chel: tell us what you want to happen, either ships, problems, love, who should die next, or who's ass Gemini is going to kick.
Neko Sea: If Chelsea feels inspired by any of your idea's, she'll write about it and write you in a character!
Chibi Chel: if not...
Chelsea: that I'm not sure I'm going to continue this...
Chibi Chel: Love of love everyone!
Chelsea: Te Amo Dan