Author's Note: Hehehe, sorry I took me so long to update. I was..well I
was..ok so I wasn't doing anything that could really prevent me from
updating but I have an excuse, I swear. I just can't remember it at the
moment. oh hell, I give up. Here is another chapter. Damn I have that Die
Another Day song stuck in my head. I saw the movie tonight. It was the
first Bond movie I have ever really seen. It was really (I use 'really' too
much. I really do. See!) a guy movie, but I liked it. And I was with a
bunch of friends and one that may become more so ::giggles::. Anyway, back
on topic.what was the topic again. Hot Topic, hehehe. That's a good store.
Hmmmm, oh yea, this here is a longer chaper and though I do not think it is
my best writing, I refuse to rewrite it so there! Enjoy, if you can.
Chapter Fourteen
Draco had looked up from his plate to see Andrea walk into the Great Hall and a couple of people mill around her, most likely congratulating her on the save. Then the Boy Wonder himself placed a hand on her shoulder. Malfoy saw Andrea tense at the touch and knew something was going to happen. He felt her tension and a moment later saw her pull an awesome defense move and flip Potter over her shoulder. Malfoy was stunned. It was too good to be true. He suddenly had a new respect for Andrea. How could he not appreciate someone who publicly embarrassed his enemy so well? Malfoy laughed a real laugh for the first time in a while. Of course, his was among the other Slytherins who also found it amusing to see Potter's ass whooped, but it was still nice.
Andrea ran out of the Great Hall. She didn't know where she was running, just that she was. She ran up a bunch of staircases, a few changing while she ran up them causing Andrea to lose her balance once or twice. When she finally stopped running, completely out of breath, Andrea was in some part of the castle she didn't recognize. As Andrea caught her breath she tried to remember which way she took, but to no avail. Looking around she noticed there were only a few paintings, and all were of dark, sinister things. Andrea looked closer at one that didn't seem to fit with the rest. It looked familiar but she couldn't place exactly where she'd seen it before and why it was so out of place. Then she realised that it wasn't moving, it was a muggle painting she had seen on a website when she was researching for English class. It was a portrait of Telemakhos in his search for Odysseus from the Odyssey. The portrait swung open to reveal a dark entrance. Andrea realized she had said that aloud and probably muttered the password without knowing it. Andrea stepped into the dark hole and mumbled a spell to light her wand, "Lumos." The room was suddenly illuminated and Andrea took in her surroundings.
She was in what appeared to be someone's personal quarters that hadn't been used in while. It was like a small common room. There was a couch, fireplace, desk, chairs, coffee table, and some oil lamps. Andrea walked around, mystified by the mood of the room. It felt oddly familiar, like a home she once knew. Andrea browsed the area, lightly tracing a finger along it's objects. When she came to the first door she opened it and discovered a room more excellent than the last. It was filled with paintings and sketches, all created on the easel that stood in the middle of the room. Surrounding it were paints and pencils and papers of all sorts, messily left to be tidied another day. She opened a cupboard to discover stacks and stacks of art supplies, all muggle ones. Charcoal, oil paints, liquid based paints, pencils, paper of all different thickness and length, and watercolors. There were many little tools that were made for specific purposes that Andrea just could not figure out. Andrea closed the cabinet and walked around to the different paintings. Some were of ladies in simple, yet elegant dresses and some were scenes of a city square, or a town market. But most were of landscape; scenery from parks or fields, but mostly of the view from the large window and balcony coming off of the room. Andrea followed the paintings to the balcony, opened the door and stepped outside into the brisk morning air. She inhaled deeply and took in the sight. Not only could she see the lake, and the forbidden forest, but the view extended beyond the Hogwarts grounds. It was lovely. Andrea understood why whoever lived in here before painted and sketched those surroundings so often. Andrea noticed another door on the balcony, most likely leading to the other room that came off of the common room. Andrea found it to be locked, but using a little Alohomora spell proved to do the trick. Upon entering she realized this room was the sleeping quarters, the bedroom. It sported a large four-poster bed, a tall elegant dresser, a large floor to ceiling mirror and a walk in closet. Andrea looked through the clothes and concluded that this was the home of a woman. There were simple dresses, not unlike the ones in the paintings, and elegant evening gowns. Andrea calculated by the dress that this woman left not too long ago. The dresses weren't terribly outdated. They were made out of silk and some light materials and were cut with some flowing sleeves and some sleeveless. One had a low back, and another a low cut front. Some cloaks were hanging next to the gowns. And the slippers, Andrea noticed, were amazing. They bore intricate patterns of different colors and textures. Some were also plain solid colors, but most had flowers or weaving patterns. Andrea was in love. She was so amazed at having discovered such a wonderful place, that she never wanted to leave. Andrea opened a drawer in the dresser and saw, contrary to previous belief about the inhabitants of this room, men's clothes. However, these looked quite modern, as if a man at Hogwarts was living here now. But then why only one drawer? It didn't make sense.
Andrea lay down on the bed and looked over at the clock.
"What?!? 9:10 already?!?! Shit, class starts in ten minutes and I don't even know how the hell to get back!" Andrea cried.
Suddenly a voice spoke to her and Andrea searched the room to find the source and saw a person in a painting, who looked somewhat out of place, waving to her and saying, "Oh hello! I beg your pardon Miss, but I noticed you come in here and when you cried out, I came from my portrait in the common room to see if you needed any help."
"As a matter of fact, I do. I was just running through the castle and I didn't notice where I was going and ended up here. Now I have to get back, but I don't know how to go about that," Andrea explained. She noticed the man was the only wizard painting in the entire accommodation. This was either a muggle-born woman or someone who loved the way muggles made art as opposed to her own kind.
The man smiled and said, "Yes, of course. I have traveled through most of the castle and I know my way around."
He then, as quickly as possible, explained how Andrea could get back to the Gryffindor house and then the dungeon taking the fastest route. Andrea thanked the painting and sadly left the rooms, promising to come back because now she knew how.
Author's Note: I never planned this event in the story, but as I was writing it just sort of happened with the flow of words and I began to think of new ideas. Somehow I am going to find a way to fit the room into the main point, which I cant seem to get around to. Oh well, as my school motto says, I'll find a way or make one.
Chapter Fourteen
Draco had looked up from his plate to see Andrea walk into the Great Hall and a couple of people mill around her, most likely congratulating her on the save. Then the Boy Wonder himself placed a hand on her shoulder. Malfoy saw Andrea tense at the touch and knew something was going to happen. He felt her tension and a moment later saw her pull an awesome defense move and flip Potter over her shoulder. Malfoy was stunned. It was too good to be true. He suddenly had a new respect for Andrea. How could he not appreciate someone who publicly embarrassed his enemy so well? Malfoy laughed a real laugh for the first time in a while. Of course, his was among the other Slytherins who also found it amusing to see Potter's ass whooped, but it was still nice.
Andrea ran out of the Great Hall. She didn't know where she was running, just that she was. She ran up a bunch of staircases, a few changing while she ran up them causing Andrea to lose her balance once or twice. When she finally stopped running, completely out of breath, Andrea was in some part of the castle she didn't recognize. As Andrea caught her breath she tried to remember which way she took, but to no avail. Looking around she noticed there were only a few paintings, and all were of dark, sinister things. Andrea looked closer at one that didn't seem to fit with the rest. It looked familiar but she couldn't place exactly where she'd seen it before and why it was so out of place. Then she realised that it wasn't moving, it was a muggle painting she had seen on a website when she was researching for English class. It was a portrait of Telemakhos in his search for Odysseus from the Odyssey. The portrait swung open to reveal a dark entrance. Andrea realized she had said that aloud and probably muttered the password without knowing it. Andrea stepped into the dark hole and mumbled a spell to light her wand, "Lumos." The room was suddenly illuminated and Andrea took in her surroundings.
She was in what appeared to be someone's personal quarters that hadn't been used in while. It was like a small common room. There was a couch, fireplace, desk, chairs, coffee table, and some oil lamps. Andrea walked around, mystified by the mood of the room. It felt oddly familiar, like a home she once knew. Andrea browsed the area, lightly tracing a finger along it's objects. When she came to the first door she opened it and discovered a room more excellent than the last. It was filled with paintings and sketches, all created on the easel that stood in the middle of the room. Surrounding it were paints and pencils and papers of all sorts, messily left to be tidied another day. She opened a cupboard to discover stacks and stacks of art supplies, all muggle ones. Charcoal, oil paints, liquid based paints, pencils, paper of all different thickness and length, and watercolors. There were many little tools that were made for specific purposes that Andrea just could not figure out. Andrea closed the cabinet and walked around to the different paintings. Some were of ladies in simple, yet elegant dresses and some were scenes of a city square, or a town market. But most were of landscape; scenery from parks or fields, but mostly of the view from the large window and balcony coming off of the room. Andrea followed the paintings to the balcony, opened the door and stepped outside into the brisk morning air. She inhaled deeply and took in the sight. Not only could she see the lake, and the forbidden forest, but the view extended beyond the Hogwarts grounds. It was lovely. Andrea understood why whoever lived in here before painted and sketched those surroundings so often. Andrea noticed another door on the balcony, most likely leading to the other room that came off of the common room. Andrea found it to be locked, but using a little Alohomora spell proved to do the trick. Upon entering she realized this room was the sleeping quarters, the bedroom. It sported a large four-poster bed, a tall elegant dresser, a large floor to ceiling mirror and a walk in closet. Andrea looked through the clothes and concluded that this was the home of a woman. There were simple dresses, not unlike the ones in the paintings, and elegant evening gowns. Andrea calculated by the dress that this woman left not too long ago. The dresses weren't terribly outdated. They were made out of silk and some light materials and were cut with some flowing sleeves and some sleeveless. One had a low back, and another a low cut front. Some cloaks were hanging next to the gowns. And the slippers, Andrea noticed, were amazing. They bore intricate patterns of different colors and textures. Some were also plain solid colors, but most had flowers or weaving patterns. Andrea was in love. She was so amazed at having discovered such a wonderful place, that she never wanted to leave. Andrea opened a drawer in the dresser and saw, contrary to previous belief about the inhabitants of this room, men's clothes. However, these looked quite modern, as if a man at Hogwarts was living here now. But then why only one drawer? It didn't make sense.
Andrea lay down on the bed and looked over at the clock.
"What?!? 9:10 already?!?! Shit, class starts in ten minutes and I don't even know how the hell to get back!" Andrea cried.
Suddenly a voice spoke to her and Andrea searched the room to find the source and saw a person in a painting, who looked somewhat out of place, waving to her and saying, "Oh hello! I beg your pardon Miss, but I noticed you come in here and when you cried out, I came from my portrait in the common room to see if you needed any help."
"As a matter of fact, I do. I was just running through the castle and I didn't notice where I was going and ended up here. Now I have to get back, but I don't know how to go about that," Andrea explained. She noticed the man was the only wizard painting in the entire accommodation. This was either a muggle-born woman or someone who loved the way muggles made art as opposed to her own kind.
The man smiled and said, "Yes, of course. I have traveled through most of the castle and I know my way around."
He then, as quickly as possible, explained how Andrea could get back to the Gryffindor house and then the dungeon taking the fastest route. Andrea thanked the painting and sadly left the rooms, promising to come back because now she knew how.
Author's Note: I never planned this event in the story, but as I was writing it just sort of happened with the flow of words and I began to think of new ideas. Somehow I am going to find a way to fit the room into the main point, which I cant seem to get around to. Oh well, as my school motto says, I'll find a way or make one.