Threatened
By Valentine Riddle
Chapter Two
I quietly walk up the stairs leading to the girls dorm. Once up there, after making sure everyones asleep, I creep over to my bed and pull the curtains around it, hiding me.
"Lumos." I whisper, the end of my wand lights up. I pull the little book out of my pocket and place it cover up on my bed. Carefully, I open the book up, I see nothing.
I sit there, rocking back and forth, arguing with myself.
'What if he answer back?' I think.
'You'll never know untill you try.' Another, more annoying voice says in my head. I make a growling noise and grab a bottle of ink and quill. I sit cross-legged on my bed and carfully write, 'Hello' in the book.
Nothing.
Part of me screams in anguish, while another part of me sinks back in relief.
I let out a sigh, and close the book.
What would I have done if he had answered.
"Stupid little brat." I hear ring throughout my mind, I shudder. Those few moments of conciousenss down in the Chamber had been a nightmare. Worse then a nightmare. Torture.
I flip the book back open, nothing.
I sigh. I get up, and throw the book underneath the bed. I'll figure out what to do with it tomorrow.
Sighing some more I get ready for bed. I pull back the covers and sink into my nice warm bed.
Thank god he didn't answer back.
~*~
I cock my head and look at the small read haired figure laying in the bed in front of me. She walked past me twice, she looked straight at me, and yet, she didn't see me.
I wince. This is going to be the problem. How can I come back to torture the little brat if she can't even see me.
I drop to my knees and search underneath the bed untill I find the book. I flip it open. 'Hello' is printed in her writing on the page. How did that happen? It's not supposed to show up.
I sigh. Well, if she can't see me. I'll have to do other things.
With a nasty sneer I creep over to her side and pull back the covers. She shifts and mummble incoherntly, then turns over on her other side. Brat.
I walk to the other side of the bed and put the diary underneath her arm. I smile, a nasty satisfied smile. This will be fun. I hope she screams.
A/N horrible, i know.
By Valentine Riddle
Chapter Two
I quietly walk up the stairs leading to the girls dorm. Once up there, after making sure everyones asleep, I creep over to my bed and pull the curtains around it, hiding me.
"Lumos." I whisper, the end of my wand lights up. I pull the little book out of my pocket and place it cover up on my bed. Carefully, I open the book up, I see nothing.
I sit there, rocking back and forth, arguing with myself.
'What if he answer back?' I think.
'You'll never know untill you try.' Another, more annoying voice says in my head. I make a growling noise and grab a bottle of ink and quill. I sit cross-legged on my bed and carfully write, 'Hello' in the book.
Nothing.
Part of me screams in anguish, while another part of me sinks back in relief.
I let out a sigh, and close the book.
What would I have done if he had answered.
"Stupid little brat." I hear ring throughout my mind, I shudder. Those few moments of conciousenss down in the Chamber had been a nightmare. Worse then a nightmare. Torture.
I flip the book back open, nothing.
I sigh. I get up, and throw the book underneath the bed. I'll figure out what to do with it tomorrow.
Sighing some more I get ready for bed. I pull back the covers and sink into my nice warm bed.
Thank god he didn't answer back.
~*~
I cock my head and look at the small read haired figure laying in the bed in front of me. She walked past me twice, she looked straight at me, and yet, she didn't see me.
I wince. This is going to be the problem. How can I come back to torture the little brat if she can't even see me.
I drop to my knees and search underneath the bed untill I find the book. I flip it open. 'Hello' is printed in her writing on the page. How did that happen? It's not supposed to show up.
I sigh. Well, if she can't see me. I'll have to do other things.
With a nasty sneer I creep over to her side and pull back the covers. She shifts and mummble incoherntly, then turns over on her other side. Brat.
I walk to the other side of the bed and put the diary underneath her arm. I smile, a nasty satisfied smile. This will be fun. I hope she screams.
A/N horrible, i know.
