The next thing Rori knew, was that she was lying in a bed, but where? She
was afraid to open her eyes, afraid that it was all real and that it wasn't
all just a bad dream. Her heart raced and she opened her eyes. Anxiety
swept over her, she wasn't home in bed, she was in someone else's.
She was surrounded with velvety soft pillows and silky sheets- all black. The bed was large, but was nothing compared to the enormous room. The ceiling was high and three wall length windows faced her, edged with deep green curtains, the morning (was it morning?) sunlight pouring in. Rori sat up in the bed but a throbbing headache forced her to lie back down. She closed her eyes and tried to think.
What had happened? She could remember being very frightened and icy blue eyes. But there was something else that wanted to be remembered. she was standing in the middle of a large room that reminded her of a basement, cold, dark, and damp. The shadows kept moving.they were people, not shadows.with masks. Something had immerged from the darkness.blood red eyes shone out from the black.then, suddenly, excruciating pain ran through her veins, in her brain, pounding the backs of her eyes.a voice was in her head.someone telling her to relax and not worry, that it would be all over soon...her father's face.foggy eyes-
Something outside the door moved. Someone was out there. Rori braced herself for the worst, even though she didn't think anything could be worse than what happened last night. The door opened slightly, and she could hear footsteps, but saw no one.
"Excuse me," squeaked a voice from the side of the bed.
Rori didn't move.
"Ehhhh, y-yes?" Rori stammered.
"Here you are," the timid little voice said, as a tray of food appeared on Rori's lap.
She sat up and peered down at a little wrinkly creature, wearing a white bag, looking up at her with two giant eyes.
"Thanks," Rori said.
The creature looked down at its toes like an embarrassed child. "If you is t-to n-need anything else, just say the word and it will be yours," it said.
Before Rori could say another word, the creature scurried off. She had so many questions she wanted answered. One of those questions had been answered: How to fill her empty stomach.
Rori ate her breakfast which consisted of hot Belgian waffles topped with vanilla ice cream, and a glass of orange juice-her favorite! Next to the glass of water sat a smoking goblet with a little note propped up next to it that read Headache? Drink this. Rori polished off her meal and was satiated, it wasn't a big waffle, but somehow it was filling. Rori looked down at her plate to see it gone, in fact, all was gone, except for the still steaming goblet that she was tentative to touch. In the place where her waffle sat a black envelope that shone with silver lettering that read: Aurora Marie Fitzgerald. Rori grunted at the sight of that name. She hated the fact that she was named after a Disney character, and she especially hated that name Fitzgerald. It wasn't even her real last name- it was plain and boring, and Rori knew she was anything but that. But what bothered her the most about that name was that it reminded her of the rest of the plain, boring, stupid old family she used to live with. Angered, Rori tore open the letter:
Drink the contents of the goblet if you have any wish to get rid of that nasty headache. There is a change of clothing for you in the closet.
It was only then that she realized she was not wearing the clothes she left her house in. Instead she was wearing black pants and a black tank top made of silk. Rori shuddered to think of how she came to be in them and pushed it out of her mind. She read on:
After you change, Tabatha our house elf, will come and fetch you. See you soon, dearie! Signed, Narcissa
Whoever this Narcissa was, she seemed kind enough, and besides, what did she have to lose? Her life? Big deal. Rori picked up the goblet and drank up the rancid smelling liquid Scratch that, Rori choked down the liquid with disgust. Immediately after forcing down the drink, her headache disappeared. She crawled out of bed and walked to the right of the bed toward the gorgeous armoire on the wall. She opened one of the doors and saw nothing. She pulled open the other door and found, what she assumed was her designated outfit.
Rori looked at herself in the mirror on the inside of the armoire. She looked good, but felt ridiculous. The clothing was like nothing she had ever seen, it was like some fancy costume she only saw in movies. It couldn't be Halloween, it was August.probably. (Who knew? It could have been in the sixteenth century for all she could tell). She was wearing black slacks and a deep green velvet corset. She matched the décor of the room.how wonderful. Over her corset and pants she had on a black robe that stretched to the floor. It was held together at her bust with a small silver pin in the shape of a snake, tapered at the small of her back, and flowed down from there.
She turned around in the mirror admiring herself and then frowned when she saw the rat's nest that sat atop her head. With a snap of her fingers her hair twisted itself into a mass of curls at the back of her head.
"I love not having to use hair spray," Rori announced to herself in the mirror. There was a knock at the door. Rori opened it and found the same little elf as before, Tabatha. It was the only creature she encountered who's name she knew.
"Follow me please, miss."
"Where are you going to take me?"
"I is not allowed to say, miss," squeaked Tabatha.
"If you do not tell me where you are going to take me, then I will leave immediately," Rori firmly stated.
The elf stood there for a few seconds, stumbling over her words. "I don't know if that is such a good idea, Miss Fitzgerald."
It was that same silky voice from the night before. The owner of the voice stepped into view, a wicked smile on his face.
"Oh yeah?" she replied as she stuck out her hip and leaned on the knob of the door. "And why's that?"
The man looked down at the elf. "Leave," he said to her, and the elf scurried out of sight. He took a step into the room, but that was as far as he went, for Rori stepped directly in front of him.
"You are a sassy one. It's going to get you in a lot of trouble someday," said the man with a threatening tone.
Rori didn't budge.
"Why don't you tell me who you are, first of all? And perhaps why I'm here? Oh! And maybe you tell me what the hell happened to me last night? Because I would really appreciate it." Rori regretted those words almost immediately. She said them in the same sarcastic tone that used to get her in trouble with her foster parents and at school.
The man was angry, actually, he looked more like he was leaning towards absolute fury. Rori backed away slightly. The man pulled something out from underneath his robes and pointed it at her face.
"Sit," he said, as a chair appeared behind her. The man closed the door behind him and went nose to nose with Rori.
"My name is Lucius Malfoy," the man said under clenched teeth. "And what happened to you last night, you already know."
"I can't remember it all, refresh my memory," said Rori, also under clenched teeth (there was no way he was going to threaten her).
"I found you tired, pathetic, and alone. You came with me, here, with very little persuasion. There, satisfied?"
"I know that much. What happened after that?"
"Nothing. You slept."
"Why are you lying to my face? I recall some sort of red-eyed monster torturing me in some- some- basement! Or was that just my imagination?!"
Lucius backed away with a look of disbelief.
"What?"
"That will be answered in time. Be patient."
"I want to know now," said Rori, fed up with unanswered questions.
"You will. Later. Discussion CLOSED!"
Rori jumped.
"We have a meeting in a half an hour. I expect to see you in the lobby in twenty minutes." And with that, he was gone.
Rori didn't move for another 20 minutes.
She was surrounded with velvety soft pillows and silky sheets- all black. The bed was large, but was nothing compared to the enormous room. The ceiling was high and three wall length windows faced her, edged with deep green curtains, the morning (was it morning?) sunlight pouring in. Rori sat up in the bed but a throbbing headache forced her to lie back down. She closed her eyes and tried to think.
What had happened? She could remember being very frightened and icy blue eyes. But there was something else that wanted to be remembered. she was standing in the middle of a large room that reminded her of a basement, cold, dark, and damp. The shadows kept moving.they were people, not shadows.with masks. Something had immerged from the darkness.blood red eyes shone out from the black.then, suddenly, excruciating pain ran through her veins, in her brain, pounding the backs of her eyes.a voice was in her head.someone telling her to relax and not worry, that it would be all over soon...her father's face.foggy eyes-
Something outside the door moved. Someone was out there. Rori braced herself for the worst, even though she didn't think anything could be worse than what happened last night. The door opened slightly, and she could hear footsteps, but saw no one.
"Excuse me," squeaked a voice from the side of the bed.
Rori didn't move.
"Ehhhh, y-yes?" Rori stammered.
"Here you are," the timid little voice said, as a tray of food appeared on Rori's lap.
She sat up and peered down at a little wrinkly creature, wearing a white bag, looking up at her with two giant eyes.
"Thanks," Rori said.
The creature looked down at its toes like an embarrassed child. "If you is t-to n-need anything else, just say the word and it will be yours," it said.
Before Rori could say another word, the creature scurried off. She had so many questions she wanted answered. One of those questions had been answered: How to fill her empty stomach.
Rori ate her breakfast which consisted of hot Belgian waffles topped with vanilla ice cream, and a glass of orange juice-her favorite! Next to the glass of water sat a smoking goblet with a little note propped up next to it that read Headache? Drink this. Rori polished off her meal and was satiated, it wasn't a big waffle, but somehow it was filling. Rori looked down at her plate to see it gone, in fact, all was gone, except for the still steaming goblet that she was tentative to touch. In the place where her waffle sat a black envelope that shone with silver lettering that read: Aurora Marie Fitzgerald. Rori grunted at the sight of that name. She hated the fact that she was named after a Disney character, and she especially hated that name Fitzgerald. It wasn't even her real last name- it was plain and boring, and Rori knew she was anything but that. But what bothered her the most about that name was that it reminded her of the rest of the plain, boring, stupid old family she used to live with. Angered, Rori tore open the letter:
Drink the contents of the goblet if you have any wish to get rid of that nasty headache. There is a change of clothing for you in the closet.
It was only then that she realized she was not wearing the clothes she left her house in. Instead she was wearing black pants and a black tank top made of silk. Rori shuddered to think of how she came to be in them and pushed it out of her mind. She read on:
After you change, Tabatha our house elf, will come and fetch you. See you soon, dearie! Signed, Narcissa
Whoever this Narcissa was, she seemed kind enough, and besides, what did she have to lose? Her life? Big deal. Rori picked up the goblet and drank up the rancid smelling liquid Scratch that, Rori choked down the liquid with disgust. Immediately after forcing down the drink, her headache disappeared. She crawled out of bed and walked to the right of the bed toward the gorgeous armoire on the wall. She opened one of the doors and saw nothing. She pulled open the other door and found, what she assumed was her designated outfit.
Rori looked at herself in the mirror on the inside of the armoire. She looked good, but felt ridiculous. The clothing was like nothing she had ever seen, it was like some fancy costume she only saw in movies. It couldn't be Halloween, it was August.probably. (Who knew? It could have been in the sixteenth century for all she could tell). She was wearing black slacks and a deep green velvet corset. She matched the décor of the room.how wonderful. Over her corset and pants she had on a black robe that stretched to the floor. It was held together at her bust with a small silver pin in the shape of a snake, tapered at the small of her back, and flowed down from there.
She turned around in the mirror admiring herself and then frowned when she saw the rat's nest that sat atop her head. With a snap of her fingers her hair twisted itself into a mass of curls at the back of her head.
"I love not having to use hair spray," Rori announced to herself in the mirror. There was a knock at the door. Rori opened it and found the same little elf as before, Tabatha. It was the only creature she encountered who's name she knew.
"Follow me please, miss."
"Where are you going to take me?"
"I is not allowed to say, miss," squeaked Tabatha.
"If you do not tell me where you are going to take me, then I will leave immediately," Rori firmly stated.
The elf stood there for a few seconds, stumbling over her words. "I don't know if that is such a good idea, Miss Fitzgerald."
It was that same silky voice from the night before. The owner of the voice stepped into view, a wicked smile on his face.
"Oh yeah?" she replied as she stuck out her hip and leaned on the knob of the door. "And why's that?"
The man looked down at the elf. "Leave," he said to her, and the elf scurried out of sight. He took a step into the room, but that was as far as he went, for Rori stepped directly in front of him.
"You are a sassy one. It's going to get you in a lot of trouble someday," said the man with a threatening tone.
Rori didn't budge.
"Why don't you tell me who you are, first of all? And perhaps why I'm here? Oh! And maybe you tell me what the hell happened to me last night? Because I would really appreciate it." Rori regretted those words almost immediately. She said them in the same sarcastic tone that used to get her in trouble with her foster parents and at school.
The man was angry, actually, he looked more like he was leaning towards absolute fury. Rori backed away slightly. The man pulled something out from underneath his robes and pointed it at her face.
"Sit," he said, as a chair appeared behind her. The man closed the door behind him and went nose to nose with Rori.
"My name is Lucius Malfoy," the man said under clenched teeth. "And what happened to you last night, you already know."
"I can't remember it all, refresh my memory," said Rori, also under clenched teeth (there was no way he was going to threaten her).
"I found you tired, pathetic, and alone. You came with me, here, with very little persuasion. There, satisfied?"
"I know that much. What happened after that?"
"Nothing. You slept."
"Why are you lying to my face? I recall some sort of red-eyed monster torturing me in some- some- basement! Or was that just my imagination?!"
Lucius backed away with a look of disbelief.
"What?"
"That will be answered in time. Be patient."
"I want to know now," said Rori, fed up with unanswered questions.
"You will. Later. Discussion CLOSED!"
Rori jumped.
"We have a meeting in a half an hour. I expect to see you in the lobby in twenty minutes." And with that, he was gone.
Rori didn't move for another 20 minutes.