Bleeding Lips
Year 1923-1924
Suckers: A Study and History by Georgia Granger --------------- Suckers leave by trademarks on their victims in a way of representing how much power they have over men. The trademarks are different. Each trademark is left on the neck, a red spot in the shape of something. Their yellow tongue is poisioned, so if anyone shall survive the kiss of their chapped lips (which is very rare); the tongue will fight to kill the victim. The only way to survive Suckers is when they are in love; for their power sometimes gets lost. Most Suckers that eat three meals of human blood and energy grow very healthy and powerful. Amateur Suckers are most likely to eat one meal; and they will keep alive with the same amount until they are at the human age of eighteen years.
Transcript by: Georgia Granger
Year 2001-2002
The Burrow was unseemingly quiet this paticular morning. This was very peculiar, considering everyone was rushing about the house, packing their stuff to return to Hogwarts from their Christmas vacation. Presents and clothes were stashed in suitcases, doors were slammed and the car was running. Mrs.Weasley did not say a word, for she was too busy making sandwiches for the long ride to the train station.
Virginia Weasley was the shyest of them all. After packing, she pulled down her things down the stairs and carried them to the trunk of the small truck they were driving in. Her stomach rumbled, as if she had eaten something unpleasant earlier yesterday. Her head was spinning; and she was sure that she was sick with a fever, however she did not cough or sneeze or even have a runny nose. Itching away her thoughts of what illness she might have, she jumped into the backseat of the crowded car, which consisted of Ronald Weasley, Fred and George pushed into all three seats.
Squrming around, her foot slammed against the window. There was a loud sound as the glass broke; and a peice went straight into Ginny's flesh.
"Mother fucker!" she yelled. Everyone silenced. Mrs.Weasley's eyes grew wide in a cross between shock and panic. Her brothers held blank glances, and her father was just gaping at her.
"Revelio!" a voice cried, which belonged to her mother, and she waved her wand. Sparks of blue and white tumbled out into Ginny's bleeding skin. After they had charmed the window to heal again; her mother gave her a scolding glare.
"Ginny, don't use that language," she hissed, and the car started slowly down the road.
"Yeah, Gin, and put some lip gloss on. Your lips look ruined," Ron gushed. Ginny put her fingers on her lips and felt little bumps of loose skin. Groaning, she placed lip gloss on both halfs and smacked her lips. However, it was quite strange, that after a moment later, the dryness formed once again.
***
Collapsing on her bed, Ginny expected to fall into a deep sleep. She was hungry; she had been unable to eat anything at the returning Feast, for whatever she tasted, smelled and tasted like old rubber. Her stomach rumbled once more, and she closed her eyelids.
She opened them again, groaning into the darkness. Snoring and loud sighs were heard from the other bedmates, and she got up for some water; she felt thirsty for something. Perhaps juice? Well, water will have to do, she thought bitterly. Her throat was dry, as if it was detrained from what it really needed.
Virginia went out into the hall, darkness flooding her once more. The Fat Lady had opened politely for her, apparently she was too sleepy to even care. The itch in her throat was killing her; she needed water fast. Suddenly, a wonderful smell reached her nostrils.
An irony smell. Kind of like copper, but much more refreshing. She followed the beautiful scent down many passages until she neared some dungeons next to a water fountain. She looked up and saw a huge painting of a dragon; it's pink little tongue was flaming with fire, and it's gleaming eyes seemed to be watching her.
"Password?" it roared softly, fire shooting out.
Ginny sniffed; the beautiful copper smell was coming from the Slytherin Dorms! An urge overcame her and she finally caught herself whispering,
"Blood."
The painting stood still for a moment before the dragon hissed through half open eyelids, "Close enough."
The door opened, which revealed a satin green curtain that hung over the wall. Seperating it, she walked through the hallow oval and was inside the Slytherin Dorms. Walking up the stairs to the 6th year's boy's dormotories, she felt herself rising as she neared the door.
Opening the knob with a twist, she walked in. The smell was urging her to go foward, and she blinked, she was before a bed. Pulling the curtains aside, she saw a silver haired boy sprawled across the covers.
What was she doing? Her throat got moisty, and she gave a smile.
"Don't play with your food," a whisper went into her eardrums. Jumping, she looked around; but nobody was there.
Climbing into the bed, she curled an arm around the sleeping boy.
"Don't worry, I am about to eat it," she whispered to nobody in paticular.
***
Year 1923-1924
Suckers: A Study and History by Georgia Granger --------------- Suckers leave by trademarks on their victims in a way of representing how much power they have over men. The trademarks are different. Each trademark is left on the neck, a red spot in the shape of something. Their yellow tongue is poisioned, so if anyone shall survive the kiss of their chapped lips (which is very rare); the tongue will fight to kill the victim. The only way to survive Suckers is when they are in love; for their power sometimes gets lost. Most Suckers that eat three meals of human blood and energy grow very healthy and powerful. Amateur Suckers are most likely to eat one meal; and they will keep alive with the same amount until they are at the human age of eighteen years.
Transcript by: Georgia Granger
Year 2001-2002
The Burrow was unseemingly quiet this paticular morning. This was very peculiar, considering everyone was rushing about the house, packing their stuff to return to Hogwarts from their Christmas vacation. Presents and clothes were stashed in suitcases, doors were slammed and the car was running. Mrs.Weasley did not say a word, for she was too busy making sandwiches for the long ride to the train station.
Virginia Weasley was the shyest of them all. After packing, she pulled down her things down the stairs and carried them to the trunk of the small truck they were driving in. Her stomach rumbled, as if she had eaten something unpleasant earlier yesterday. Her head was spinning; and she was sure that she was sick with a fever, however she did not cough or sneeze or even have a runny nose. Itching away her thoughts of what illness she might have, she jumped into the backseat of the crowded car, which consisted of Ronald Weasley, Fred and George pushed into all three seats.
Squrming around, her foot slammed against the window. There was a loud sound as the glass broke; and a peice went straight into Ginny's flesh.
"Mother fucker!" she yelled. Everyone silenced. Mrs.Weasley's eyes grew wide in a cross between shock and panic. Her brothers held blank glances, and her father was just gaping at her.
"Revelio!" a voice cried, which belonged to her mother, and she waved her wand. Sparks of blue and white tumbled out into Ginny's bleeding skin. After they had charmed the window to heal again; her mother gave her a scolding glare.
"Ginny, don't use that language," she hissed, and the car started slowly down the road.
"Yeah, Gin, and put some lip gloss on. Your lips look ruined," Ron gushed. Ginny put her fingers on her lips and felt little bumps of loose skin. Groaning, she placed lip gloss on both halfs and smacked her lips. However, it was quite strange, that after a moment later, the dryness formed once again.
***
Collapsing on her bed, Ginny expected to fall into a deep sleep. She was hungry; she had been unable to eat anything at the returning Feast, for whatever she tasted, smelled and tasted like old rubber. Her stomach rumbled once more, and she closed her eyelids.
She opened them again, groaning into the darkness. Snoring and loud sighs were heard from the other bedmates, and she got up for some water; she felt thirsty for something. Perhaps juice? Well, water will have to do, she thought bitterly. Her throat was dry, as if it was detrained from what it really needed.
Virginia went out into the hall, darkness flooding her once more. The Fat Lady had opened politely for her, apparently she was too sleepy to even care. The itch in her throat was killing her; she needed water fast. Suddenly, a wonderful smell reached her nostrils.
An irony smell. Kind of like copper, but much more refreshing. She followed the beautiful scent down many passages until she neared some dungeons next to a water fountain. She looked up and saw a huge painting of a dragon; it's pink little tongue was flaming with fire, and it's gleaming eyes seemed to be watching her.
"Password?" it roared softly, fire shooting out.
Ginny sniffed; the beautiful copper smell was coming from the Slytherin Dorms! An urge overcame her and she finally caught herself whispering,
"Blood."
The painting stood still for a moment before the dragon hissed through half open eyelids, "Close enough."
The door opened, which revealed a satin green curtain that hung over the wall. Seperating it, she walked through the hallow oval and was inside the Slytherin Dorms. Walking up the stairs to the 6th year's boy's dormotories, she felt herself rising as she neared the door.
Opening the knob with a twist, she walked in. The smell was urging her to go foward, and she blinked, she was before a bed. Pulling the curtains aside, she saw a silver haired boy sprawled across the covers.
What was she doing? Her throat got moisty, and she gave a smile.
"Don't play with your food," a whisper went into her eardrums. Jumping, she looked around; but nobody was there.
Climbing into the bed, she curled an arm around the sleeping boy.
"Don't worry, I am about to eat it," she whispered to nobody in paticular.
***