...............Chapter.uh.7?................
Everything belongs to J.K Rowling. Unless it doesn't.
Le start:
They sat there for a full five minutes, Draco smiling like an idiot and Rily trying to think up a legitimate excuse as to why she had been knocked out by an apparently inanimate object. Because suits of armor didn't just decide to get up and move.
Wait, yes they did. This was Hogwarts, after all. But that isn't the point. The point was, neither of them moved for five minutes, until a very lost group of first-years stumbled into the plot.
"Er." Rily said, and the first years blinked. She coughed nervously, and then glanced around the halls, unsure as of what to say, because the people who had previously been holding up notecards were on a coffee break.
"Lovely weather we're having, wouldn't you say?" Her voice came out as barely a squeak. Rily had never been very good at improvisation. The first years blinked again, all in unison. It was a bit creepy, really, as if first years were some sort of cult. Even Draco started to look a bit nervous. The silence stretched on, Draco searching desperately for an exit among the unlocked doors and deserted hallways, Rily shuffling in an uncomfortable manner, and the first years blinking, all as one.
"Where is the Charms classroom?" The unnerving group finally asked, and Rily, in a brilliant display of wits, pointed to the solid wall directly across the hall from the empty Charms room. As one, the group turned to face the wall, assuming it was one of the many trick walls in the enchanted castle. It wasn't, but by the time they noticed, the two third- years were far out of sight.
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Rily had lost Draco somewhere in the many twists and turns of the castle, but she didn't care. She arrived at the bookshelf-door of her common room, gasped out the password ("What's this bookshelf doing here?"), and stumbled inside.
"What * took * you so long?" Mae asked, looking up from the rather thick book she had been swatting flies with. Her frog, whose name the author has long forgotten, looked rather disappointed at the fact that his dinner was currently smeared all over a book that had been who-knows-where in the last few days.
"Ran into some first years," Rily explained, "Those things are creepy." This elicited a nod from almost everyone present, and then Rily collapsed in one of the very floofy chairs that littered the common room floor.
She sighed in pleasure as she sank a full six inches into the recliner, recently spelled so that it would do just that, and glanced around the common room. Her eyes instantly alighted onto a suspicious pair of second-years who were whispering in suspicious second-years voices about suspicious second-year things. So, doing what anyone in her situation would do, Rily gave them their privacy and ignored them.
From her left there was a small 'mew', and then a silken-grey something popped itself into her lap.
"'lo Slinky." She greeted the small cat, who stared at her with enormous orange eyes and mewed again in a questioning manner.
"Guess who I ran into in the hallway?" She asked the small creature, who made a rather snarky remark and twitched his tail. "No," Rily retorted, glaring at her cat, "Suits of armor * don't * count. It was Draco Malfoy." At the Slinky made an uncommitted noise and began to wash himself. ".Yeah, I suppose he is." Rily admitted, and settled back into the chair to watch Mae and an extremely nervous fourth-year (though, judging by the malicious look on Mae's face, it was not for nothing) begin a game of Wizard's Chess. But she still couldn't help but feel that Draco was nicer than he seemed, despite her cat's disapproval of him.
~.........Meanwhile, back at the Batcave..........~
The Grounds was bathed in shadow and moonlight that shifted and flickered, painting random patterns of leaves and darkness on the grass. It was silent but for the eerie whisper of wind as it wove softly through the branches of the now-dormant willow tree, and the gentile lap of water on sand as something far beneath the surface of the lake moved restlessly in the night.
Farther from the great stone bastion, the forest grew, wild and untamed and dark even in daylight. Things there were not so peaceful, for within that labyrinth of trees and stone lurked things born of nightmares, and nightmares themselves. Tiny lights bobbed in the distance, fey and alluring. But if you drew near you would hear the tiny twinkling of laughter and mischief, and the lights would go out, and reappear far from where you were now alone and lost, to draw some other unlucky traveler from his path.
But within those shadows there were also the lights of wisdom and innocence, for star-gazers slept in these woods, and the silken-swift silver of fantasies and dreams. Also, at this moment, there was something unusual, something neither nightmare nor daydream; it something mysterious and foreboding and no small part symbolic. Among the shadows and moonlight and small will-'o-wisps lurked a solid figure as black as the ocean at nightfall, with eyes like golden orbs in the darkness.
It lurked just beyond where light fell, dancing on the edge of shadow, and the silence was broken by a heart-wrenching howl, more human than animal, laced with the pain and fury of a sea-storm. Then it was gone, flowing swiftly across the moon-shine dappled grounds towards the castle.
And that's all for anything remotely resembling a plot folks. Just proof that this is indeed taking place in third year. I just felt like being serious for a change. Sorry I've taken so long with this updating thing, I just don't know where this is going. If anyone can give me something stupid to dwell on for a few chapters before the end (which I have a plan for) I will be most grateful. I know this is short, so I will try to update faster, though I can't promise anything.
Everything belongs to J.K Rowling. Unless it doesn't.
Le start:
They sat there for a full five minutes, Draco smiling like an idiot and Rily trying to think up a legitimate excuse as to why she had been knocked out by an apparently inanimate object. Because suits of armor didn't just decide to get up and move.
Wait, yes they did. This was Hogwarts, after all. But that isn't the point. The point was, neither of them moved for five minutes, until a very lost group of first-years stumbled into the plot.
"Er." Rily said, and the first years blinked. She coughed nervously, and then glanced around the halls, unsure as of what to say, because the people who had previously been holding up notecards were on a coffee break.
"Lovely weather we're having, wouldn't you say?" Her voice came out as barely a squeak. Rily had never been very good at improvisation. The first years blinked again, all in unison. It was a bit creepy, really, as if first years were some sort of cult. Even Draco started to look a bit nervous. The silence stretched on, Draco searching desperately for an exit among the unlocked doors and deserted hallways, Rily shuffling in an uncomfortable manner, and the first years blinking, all as one.
"Where is the Charms classroom?" The unnerving group finally asked, and Rily, in a brilliant display of wits, pointed to the solid wall directly across the hall from the empty Charms room. As one, the group turned to face the wall, assuming it was one of the many trick walls in the enchanted castle. It wasn't, but by the time they noticed, the two third- years were far out of sight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rily had lost Draco somewhere in the many twists and turns of the castle, but she didn't care. She arrived at the bookshelf-door of her common room, gasped out the password ("What's this bookshelf doing here?"), and stumbled inside.
"What * took * you so long?" Mae asked, looking up from the rather thick book she had been swatting flies with. Her frog, whose name the author has long forgotten, looked rather disappointed at the fact that his dinner was currently smeared all over a book that had been who-knows-where in the last few days.
"Ran into some first years," Rily explained, "Those things are creepy." This elicited a nod from almost everyone present, and then Rily collapsed in one of the very floofy chairs that littered the common room floor.
She sighed in pleasure as she sank a full six inches into the recliner, recently spelled so that it would do just that, and glanced around the common room. Her eyes instantly alighted onto a suspicious pair of second-years who were whispering in suspicious second-years voices about suspicious second-year things. So, doing what anyone in her situation would do, Rily gave them their privacy and ignored them.
From her left there was a small 'mew', and then a silken-grey something popped itself into her lap.
"'lo Slinky." She greeted the small cat, who stared at her with enormous orange eyes and mewed again in a questioning manner.
"Guess who I ran into in the hallway?" She asked the small creature, who made a rather snarky remark and twitched his tail. "No," Rily retorted, glaring at her cat, "Suits of armor * don't * count. It was Draco Malfoy." At the Slinky made an uncommitted noise and began to wash himself. ".Yeah, I suppose he is." Rily admitted, and settled back into the chair to watch Mae and an extremely nervous fourth-year (though, judging by the malicious look on Mae's face, it was not for nothing) begin a game of Wizard's Chess. But she still couldn't help but feel that Draco was nicer than he seemed, despite her cat's disapproval of him.
~.........Meanwhile, back at the Batcave..........~
The Grounds was bathed in shadow and moonlight that shifted and flickered, painting random patterns of leaves and darkness on the grass. It was silent but for the eerie whisper of wind as it wove softly through the branches of the now-dormant willow tree, and the gentile lap of water on sand as something far beneath the surface of the lake moved restlessly in the night.
Farther from the great stone bastion, the forest grew, wild and untamed and dark even in daylight. Things there were not so peaceful, for within that labyrinth of trees and stone lurked things born of nightmares, and nightmares themselves. Tiny lights bobbed in the distance, fey and alluring. But if you drew near you would hear the tiny twinkling of laughter and mischief, and the lights would go out, and reappear far from where you were now alone and lost, to draw some other unlucky traveler from his path.
But within those shadows there were also the lights of wisdom and innocence, for star-gazers slept in these woods, and the silken-swift silver of fantasies and dreams. Also, at this moment, there was something unusual, something neither nightmare nor daydream; it something mysterious and foreboding and no small part symbolic. Among the shadows and moonlight and small will-'o-wisps lurked a solid figure as black as the ocean at nightfall, with eyes like golden orbs in the darkness.
It lurked just beyond where light fell, dancing on the edge of shadow, and the silence was broken by a heart-wrenching howl, more human than animal, laced with the pain and fury of a sea-storm. Then it was gone, flowing swiftly across the moon-shine dappled grounds towards the castle.
And that's all for anything remotely resembling a plot folks. Just proof that this is indeed taking place in third year. I just felt like being serious for a change. Sorry I've taken so long with this updating thing, I just don't know where this is going. If anyone can give me something stupid to dwell on for a few chapters before the end (which I have a plan for) I will be most grateful. I know this is short, so I will try to update faster, though I can't promise anything.
