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Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street
She thinks, "Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can't get out of this place"
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says, "I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place"
There's loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey ("Grey Street" by Dave Matthews) *********************************************************************
"He should be suspended for the vandalism he's caused," said Rori, through gritted teeth. "If it's one thing I can't stand, it's teacher's pets like him that get away with everything."
"Yes, well, Potter seems to have that man wrapped around his little finger," said Snape with loathing.
"Why aren't you going to your quarters?" asked Rori, when she realized that both of them were standing in front of her room.
"I thought it would be wise if you were to show me the incredible amount of damage that Potter inflicted upon your room, that is, if you have no objections."
"Oh no, of course not, in fact it is an excellent idea, this way I can have some help describing the aftermath of the hurricane to Dumbledore," Rori said with a smile that faded quickly when she saw her room: it was spotless.
"But-but it was a mess!!!" Rori shrieked as they stepped inside.
"I believe you," came a voice behind them, it was Dumbledore.
"Well, you just believe everyone now, don't you?" Rori said, sarcastically.
"Sorry," she said after receiving an icy stare from both of them.
There was an awkward pause until-
"This," said Rori, producing the piece of paper in her pocket, "was floating above my fireplace. See that? Written in blood! And apparently it's not the culprits."
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Professor," said Dumbledore, still angry from Rori's previous comment to him.
"If you don't mind, which I'm sure you won't, I will give this to Severus to analyze," he said, handing the parchment to Snape. Rori could only nod.
"But that doesn't explain how this was all cleared away," Rori said, extremely confused and feeling as though she was being left out of something very important.
"Magic, my dear," said Dumbledore, waving his hands like one of those theatrical magicians Rori used to watch on TV.
Dumbledore left, mumbling something about sleep as he walked away.
"Well," said Snape, and after a moment of silence continued with a terse "Good night," and left.
"Wait," said Rori, meekly calling back Snape because she realized that at his pace of walking he'd be too far to hear anything. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to stay for some tea, after all, he helped her cart that little trouble-maker Potter off to Dumbledore.
Rori sighed and collapsed on to the sofa and tried to think of what the writing on the parchment meant. "Revenge is only sweet for those who seek it," and "This is not my blood." kept rolling around in her mind. What could it all mean? Was Potter getting his revenge-if it was even him? And who's blood was on the paper? And how on EARTH did she not hear anything?
"Ugh! I was never good at these things!" Rori said, getting up from the couch. She paced for a while and mulled over everything that had happened to her ever since she left home.
"I hate this! I hate all of this!" said Rori, getting into an old habit of hers: talking to herself. "I don't want any of this. I wish I was never burdened with these-these- ablilities! Why can't I just go back to being a big fish in a small pond?! Life was so much easier!" She walked into her bedroom and began to unpack her box of school supplies. She turned her duffle bag over on her floor and sat down in front of the mess of cigarettes, money, and clothes. She picked up her journal when something fell out of it. It was a photo of her and her friends from home. Rori was on the far left on her beau, Andy's shoulders. To their left were her best friends Katie and Jamie. Their boyfriends, Joe and Christian were next to them, kissing their respective girlfriend's cheek. Rori could feel tears swelling in the back of her eyes.
"Stop it Aurora Marie Fitzgerald! That's all done with! They used you for all you were worth then abandoned you!"
Now tears began to spill down her cheeks and she began to cough.
"That's what," Rori started to sniff and cough more, almost uncontrollably now; "I get for trusting others! It was my own fault! I let them use me for my powers and what do they do? Shun me! Even Andy.. Get over it! That's done with!" she shouted.
After washing her tears away, Rori decided to look at her supplies for class. She committed the lesson plan Snape had given her to memory, then, after finishing off a bottle of whiskey she found in cabinet (full of alcohol), she drifted off to sleep.
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street
She thinks, "Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can't get out of this place"
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says, "I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place"
There's loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey ("Grey Street" by Dave Matthews) *********************************************************************
"He should be suspended for the vandalism he's caused," said Rori, through gritted teeth. "If it's one thing I can't stand, it's teacher's pets like him that get away with everything."
"Yes, well, Potter seems to have that man wrapped around his little finger," said Snape with loathing.
"Why aren't you going to your quarters?" asked Rori, when she realized that both of them were standing in front of her room.
"I thought it would be wise if you were to show me the incredible amount of damage that Potter inflicted upon your room, that is, if you have no objections."
"Oh no, of course not, in fact it is an excellent idea, this way I can have some help describing the aftermath of the hurricane to Dumbledore," Rori said with a smile that faded quickly when she saw her room: it was spotless.
"But-but it was a mess!!!" Rori shrieked as they stepped inside.
"I believe you," came a voice behind them, it was Dumbledore.
"Well, you just believe everyone now, don't you?" Rori said, sarcastically.
"Sorry," she said after receiving an icy stare from both of them.
There was an awkward pause until-
"This," said Rori, producing the piece of paper in her pocket, "was floating above my fireplace. See that? Written in blood! And apparently it's not the culprits."
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Professor," said Dumbledore, still angry from Rori's previous comment to him.
"If you don't mind, which I'm sure you won't, I will give this to Severus to analyze," he said, handing the parchment to Snape. Rori could only nod.
"But that doesn't explain how this was all cleared away," Rori said, extremely confused and feeling as though she was being left out of something very important.
"Magic, my dear," said Dumbledore, waving his hands like one of those theatrical magicians Rori used to watch on TV.
Dumbledore left, mumbling something about sleep as he walked away.
"Well," said Snape, and after a moment of silence continued with a terse "Good night," and left.
"Wait," said Rori, meekly calling back Snape because she realized that at his pace of walking he'd be too far to hear anything. She wanted to ask him if he wanted to stay for some tea, after all, he helped her cart that little trouble-maker Potter off to Dumbledore.
Rori sighed and collapsed on to the sofa and tried to think of what the writing on the parchment meant. "Revenge is only sweet for those who seek it," and "This is not my blood." kept rolling around in her mind. What could it all mean? Was Potter getting his revenge-if it was even him? And who's blood was on the paper? And how on EARTH did she not hear anything?
"Ugh! I was never good at these things!" Rori said, getting up from the couch. She paced for a while and mulled over everything that had happened to her ever since she left home.
"I hate this! I hate all of this!" said Rori, getting into an old habit of hers: talking to herself. "I don't want any of this. I wish I was never burdened with these-these- ablilities! Why can't I just go back to being a big fish in a small pond?! Life was so much easier!" She walked into her bedroom and began to unpack her box of school supplies. She turned her duffle bag over on her floor and sat down in front of the mess of cigarettes, money, and clothes. She picked up her journal when something fell out of it. It was a photo of her and her friends from home. Rori was on the far left on her beau, Andy's shoulders. To their left were her best friends Katie and Jamie. Their boyfriends, Joe and Christian were next to them, kissing their respective girlfriend's cheek. Rori could feel tears swelling in the back of her eyes.
"Stop it Aurora Marie Fitzgerald! That's all done with! They used you for all you were worth then abandoned you!"
Now tears began to spill down her cheeks and she began to cough.
"That's what," Rori started to sniff and cough more, almost uncontrollably now; "I get for trusting others! It was my own fault! I let them use me for my powers and what do they do? Shun me! Even Andy.. Get over it! That's done with!" she shouted.
After washing her tears away, Rori decided to look at her supplies for class. She committed the lesson plan Snape had given her to memory, then, after finishing off a bottle of whiskey she found in cabinet (full of alcohol), she drifted off to sleep.