By: Milah Luciana Merverosa
A/N: Please Read and Review! I'm not irritating myself so badly with the paragraph spacing-- a good thing, I suppose.
Something should be said about people who leave me off the wall reviews. Balleke, a sausage maker from some off the wall country demands "Sue slash". Then he leaves me vulgar comments... Nope, sorry to disappoint you, but there will be no slash in my story. Now get off of your sausage ass and write your own story. Stop leaving vulgar messages on mine...
I have a mortal fear of lawyers. In the words of Twisted
Sister, "We're not going to take it", and I won't. I own nothing. If
I did, I wouldn't be here... *grimace*
Kind regards,
~Milah Luciana Merverosa
Chapter six
A good portion of that night was spent reacquainting myself with the castle. Everything was exactly as I remembered it. I even wandered down into the dungeons, where I used to live, but I couldn't enter the Common Room because I didn't know the password.
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"What's your name?" I asked the raven-haired fourth year.
"Severus." He resumed reading his rather large text on the importance of potions.
"My name is-"
"I know well who you are. If you don't mind, I'm reading. Go away." I turned around to run to the library, until the realization hit me-- I didn't know where the library was! Life sucked...
*****(Present day)*****
Something grabbed me from behind and put a hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What are you doing in my dungeons?" It hissed.
I was in protective mode. Expertly twisting myself out of its grip, I grabbed its shoulders, and smashed it against a wall. I was rewarded with the sound of skull hitting stone wall. The corridor was dark and I couldn't make out a face. I whipped out my wand and pressed it firmly into its neck. I meant business. "I'll do what I please, and you would do well not to touch me. Stop being a coward and show yourself."
"Jesus Milah, you didn't have to try to kill me!" Severus gasped.
"That was you? Lumos!" My wand lit up the dark halls. I was so angry that I began to shake. "You sick, sick man... What the hell is your problem! Christ almighty, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I let go and punched him in his shoulder.
"A potty mouth for such an agreeable face. You're still very strong. Are you training?" He rubbed the sore spot on his left shoulder.
"No, but I never stopped practicing. I can still fight like a soldier." I grinned sheepishly.
"Well, you were highly trained on multiple levels, so I would expect as much. Did you want to go inside?" He cocked his head to the right, indicating the entrance to the Common Room.
"Could I?"
I saw a boyish grin appear on his wrinkled face. It was one that I remembered from our childhood; usually one indicating that pure malice was on his mind. "With me at your side, you can do anything..."
"Oh, I'm sure... You're so full of yourself, Severus..." I rolled my eyes.
"Slytherpride." A large stone snake statue slid out of the way revealing a highly detailed portrait of an older wizard. "Tol acharn." Severus whispered. The painting opened to reveal a carpeted hallway illuminated by sparse torches.
"People here speak Elvish?"
"No, but Sindarin is something that the other houses would never think of. Just added security. The meaning isn't half bad either..." He looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I suppose the phrase 'vengeance comes' would comfort any lonely Slytherin."
"It kept me going, Milah. That very thought kept me going every day." I swiftly fought to find some way to change the subject. I didn't want him to delve into depression...
"For some reason the dark always comforted me." I looked around taking note of all the portraits. Some waved as they recognized me, and some hid. "Good evening Morticia, how goes it? Still being a wicked painting?"
The terse young figure looked up from her book, "Milah! How good to see you! I've stirred up all kinds of trouble since your graduation. I hear that you're teaching now. That's wonderful! We'll catch up later because I am overdue for scaring the wits out of the Prefects! They have such a nice bathroom. And that lovely frame..." She disappeared from her frame, but I could hear her footsteps echo. I could almost imagine her sitting perfectly still in the frame until an unsuspecting Prefect relaxed in the tub. Then she would come out and scream bloody murder.
"I do hope that she's careful Severus, because she nearly drowned a Hufflepuff Prefect when I was in school." His only reply was a well-placed smirk.
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Later babes!
~Milah