"You don't think--?" Kat gasped as she tried not to panic.
"He would never dare--!" Anju reassured her.
Kat took off toward the common room, her hands over her face. Anju pushed her plate in and ran after her. Kat stopped in front of the Fat Lady.
"Anju, I have to get that notebook before he reads it."
Christmas approached. Kat spent nights staring up at the ceiling. She was to panic stricken to sleep sometimes. She never looked Snape in the eye since he took the journal. She gripped her pillow. The night was silent. Everyone in the castle was asleep. Kat began to toss and turn; her mind was exploding with tenseness. She couldn't take it any longer.
She threw on her robes over her pajamas. She treaded softly as she exited the dorm. She walked down the hall to the common room, aware of every board that squeaked, and made it to the door. She swung open the portrait and closed it softly. The fat lady was asleep. Kat tiptoed down the hallway, being extremely cautious. She was fifty feet or less from Snape's office when she saw it.
Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, was stretched out on the floor. Her loud and dreadfully spooky meow filled the halls as she saw Kat. Kat dived. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She saw a small lantern lit up. It was Filch, the caretaker. He was not the prettiest person, he was much rather, ugly. He shined the light down the halls, approaching Kat's location. Kat began to pant in panic. She spotted a door and climbed in. It was apparently a bathroom. Once she was into the room, she ran into a stall and shut the door. She could hear Filch's footsteps.
Tap, tap tap. Kat looked at the ceiling. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Kat started to get tense again. Her heart rate increased rapidly. Filch's footsteps had disappeared. Kat sighed in relief, and she sat down on the toilet.
"OWWWWW!" A voice screamed.
Kat jumped five feet off the ground, slamming into the door, covering her mouth from screaming. There was a pale girl sitting on the toilet, and her cheeks are wet and ghostly pale.
"Why do people keep bothering me while I am sleeping?!" She said.
"I-I-I'm sorry... its just that I d-d-didn't know there was a ghost in here.
The girl started to bawl at the word ghost. Kat gulped.
"You are... a ghost, right?"
"I died many years ago, right here in this bathroom."
She began to cry uncontrollably. Kat tried to talk to her again, but she didn't hear her over her own moaning. Kat opened the door slowly, and ran out.
She found herself in the same hallway as before. She crept down the hallway, inching closer to Snape's office. The lights were off and it looked completely empty. She spotted the journal underneath a load of papers. She slowly opened the door, and entered. She felt a icy chill go up her spine as she walked over to his desk. She carefully took the journal, making sure he wouldn't notice it was gone. She turned around, slowly.
She felt a glimpse of red light for about a microsecond. It appeared to be nothing. She opened the door carefully, surveying the hallways for people. She closed the door and walked back down the hallway.
She was only a short passageway and a flight of stairs from Gryffindor Tower. Then, she saw it again. A flash of red light, but it was for such a short period, she barely realized it. It must be just my imagination, its pretty late, she thought. Then she heard more noise. It was Filch again. He was apparently suspicious now, and he was wandering around. Kat spotted a door and let herself in. It was empty except for a very dusty bed, a large glass window, and a tall mirror. Kat shut the door behind her.
Whisp, whisp, blow. It sounded as if there was a heavy wind storm inside the room. It must just be my imagination, she kept thinking. She placed the journal down on the bed. Filch's footsteps were still pretty far away, but not far away enough.
She looked into the mirror. She looked very tired. She fixed her hair a little, and looked at her face. She saw a white glare in the mirror, a figure. She turned around. Nothing was there. She looked back into the mirror. It was gone. She touched her hair, and put her hand back to itch her neck. A white hand was on her shoulder. It was colder than ice, and ghostly. Kat screamed, but nothing came out of her mouth. She fell onto the ground, and backed away from the specter. She tried to scream again, but nothing came out. The white ghost came nearer. Kat slammed into the corner. It was hopeless. She saw the red glint again, and she was in a different world.
Everything was white. She was in a completely white room, it was empty. She looked around. She called for help.
"Help me! I'm trapped!"
Whisp, whisp, clack, clack. Something approached her. It was the figure. You couldn't see it very well in the white area. It raised its hands over its cloak and pulled down the hood. It's eyes were gleaming red. Kat began to breathe so fast her lungs were barely getting anything out of the oxygen. She wheezed. The figure began to chant in a low, shattered, and impaired voice.
"Standing in the light..."
Kat backed off a little, but the specter just kept moving forward. Kat stopped.
"Dreams come in the overcast..."
The figure was getting creepier. Kat kept calling for help, but the voice from the ghost was overpowering hers.
"Transpicuously..." It chanted.
"The divine beauty..."
"Help! Someone please help me!" Kat screamed. The figure spoke louder.
"The light quixotic..."
"Somebody... please! I need help!"
"Thaumaturgicly..." It spoke very loudly and its voice was haunting.
"Beauty is brittle..."
Kat fell to the ground. She got up immediately. She started to back off faster.
"Affection lasts evermore..."
Kat kept screaming, but it just didn't do any good. The figure came over to her, its arms raised into the air.
"Concealed emotion."
Everything turned black. The room was spinning. Kat was sticking to the floor as if she was a fly caught in a spider's web. The whole room shook. Everything stopped. Kat was closing her eyes, and curled up into a ball. She was shaking all over. She opened one eye. She was back in the room, just as she was before. She stood up, looking over her shoulder. No sight of the white ghost.
She got onto her feet again, and looked into the mirror. She covered her mouth from screaming again.
"He would never dare--!" Anju reassured her.
Kat took off toward the common room, her hands over her face. Anju pushed her plate in and ran after her. Kat stopped in front of the Fat Lady.
"Anju, I have to get that notebook before he reads it."
Christmas approached. Kat spent nights staring up at the ceiling. She was to panic stricken to sleep sometimes. She never looked Snape in the eye since he took the journal. She gripped her pillow. The night was silent. Everyone in the castle was asleep. Kat began to toss and turn; her mind was exploding with tenseness. She couldn't take it any longer.
She threw on her robes over her pajamas. She treaded softly as she exited the dorm. She walked down the hall to the common room, aware of every board that squeaked, and made it to the door. She swung open the portrait and closed it softly. The fat lady was asleep. Kat tiptoed down the hallway, being extremely cautious. She was fifty feet or less from Snape's office when she saw it.
Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, was stretched out on the floor. Her loud and dreadfully spooky meow filled the halls as she saw Kat. Kat dived. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She saw a small lantern lit up. It was Filch, the caretaker. He was not the prettiest person, he was much rather, ugly. He shined the light down the halls, approaching Kat's location. Kat began to pant in panic. She spotted a door and climbed in. It was apparently a bathroom. Once she was into the room, she ran into a stall and shut the door. She could hear Filch's footsteps.
Tap, tap tap. Kat looked at the ceiling. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Kat started to get tense again. Her heart rate increased rapidly. Filch's footsteps had disappeared. Kat sighed in relief, and she sat down on the toilet.
"OWWWWW!" A voice screamed.
Kat jumped five feet off the ground, slamming into the door, covering her mouth from screaming. There was a pale girl sitting on the toilet, and her cheeks are wet and ghostly pale.
"Why do people keep bothering me while I am sleeping?!" She said.
"I-I-I'm sorry... its just that I d-d-didn't know there was a ghost in here.
The girl started to bawl at the word ghost. Kat gulped.
"You are... a ghost, right?"
"I died many years ago, right here in this bathroom."
She began to cry uncontrollably. Kat tried to talk to her again, but she didn't hear her over her own moaning. Kat opened the door slowly, and ran out.
She found herself in the same hallway as before. She crept down the hallway, inching closer to Snape's office. The lights were off and it looked completely empty. She spotted the journal underneath a load of papers. She slowly opened the door, and entered. She felt a icy chill go up her spine as she walked over to his desk. She carefully took the journal, making sure he wouldn't notice it was gone. She turned around, slowly.
She felt a glimpse of red light for about a microsecond. It appeared to be nothing. She opened the door carefully, surveying the hallways for people. She closed the door and walked back down the hallway.
She was only a short passageway and a flight of stairs from Gryffindor Tower. Then, she saw it again. A flash of red light, but it was for such a short period, she barely realized it. It must be just my imagination, its pretty late, she thought. Then she heard more noise. It was Filch again. He was apparently suspicious now, and he was wandering around. Kat spotted a door and let herself in. It was empty except for a very dusty bed, a large glass window, and a tall mirror. Kat shut the door behind her.
Whisp, whisp, blow. It sounded as if there was a heavy wind storm inside the room. It must just be my imagination, she kept thinking. She placed the journal down on the bed. Filch's footsteps were still pretty far away, but not far away enough.
She looked into the mirror. She looked very tired. She fixed her hair a little, and looked at her face. She saw a white glare in the mirror, a figure. She turned around. Nothing was there. She looked back into the mirror. It was gone. She touched her hair, and put her hand back to itch her neck. A white hand was on her shoulder. It was colder than ice, and ghostly. Kat screamed, but nothing came out of her mouth. She fell onto the ground, and backed away from the specter. She tried to scream again, but nothing came out. The white ghost came nearer. Kat slammed into the corner. It was hopeless. She saw the red glint again, and she was in a different world.
Everything was white. She was in a completely white room, it was empty. She looked around. She called for help.
"Help me! I'm trapped!"
Whisp, whisp, clack, clack. Something approached her. It was the figure. You couldn't see it very well in the white area. It raised its hands over its cloak and pulled down the hood. It's eyes were gleaming red. Kat began to breathe so fast her lungs were barely getting anything out of the oxygen. She wheezed. The figure began to chant in a low, shattered, and impaired voice.
"Standing in the light..."
Kat backed off a little, but the specter just kept moving forward. Kat stopped.
"Dreams come in the overcast..."
The figure was getting creepier. Kat kept calling for help, but the voice from the ghost was overpowering hers.
"Transpicuously..." It chanted.
"The divine beauty..."
"Help! Someone please help me!" Kat screamed. The figure spoke louder.
"The light quixotic..."
"Somebody... please! I need help!"
"Thaumaturgicly..." It spoke very loudly and its voice was haunting.
"Beauty is brittle..."
Kat fell to the ground. She got up immediately. She started to back off faster.
"Affection lasts evermore..."
Kat kept screaming, but it just didn't do any good. The figure came over to her, its arms raised into the air.
"Concealed emotion."
Everything turned black. The room was spinning. Kat was sticking to the floor as if she was a fly caught in a spider's web. The whole room shook. Everything stopped. Kat was closing her eyes, and curled up into a ball. She was shaking all over. She opened one eye. She was back in the room, just as she was before. She stood up, looking over her shoulder. No sight of the white ghost.
She got onto her feet again, and looked into the mirror. She covered her mouth from screaming again.