Airlia de lioncourt: Flame is just plain evil. So is Jake now I think about it.. Oh well. Anyways we shall see where this all leads ( I have not a blind clue). Go to bed.

Monkeys do your worst

Talitha slammed open the bogs door. The bogs were cold and smelled of something worse than shit. She was in a bad mood, for apparently no reason. She just was. She kicked a door so hard it fell off it's hinges, which was not really surprising because the doors were made of shit anyway. She saw a little first year come into the toilets staring at Talitha. The girl darted into a cubicle and locked the door quickly.

Talitha shook her head. Why was she so mad? Why on earth did she want to kill something? Sighing heavily she decided home would be the best place. Cuddling up to Aidan watching Die Hard again, just what she needed.

Talitha pulled the bogs door open and out into the corridor. Marching along a corridor, the phase, no one will notice you if you seem busy, came to mind and she tried to walk as if she had a purpose. Leaving the school ground was remarkably easy. No one noticed as the year ten just idly walked out into the street and away from the prison.

Well almost no one. ~Where we off to then little Talitha?~ Harry asked as she left the school ground. She tunred slightly, but enough to see him looking out from one of the maths buildings. She waved at him and headed off down the street to freedom. ~Your heading the wrong way~ He dropped helpful hints on how to get back to school and back to the classroom in her head, but she ignored him.

{Monkeys dude,} She thought loudly, so he could hear her, {Do your worst, I am going home. See you tomorrow.} At this Harry gave up and she felt him mentally leave her mind. Probably to tell Hazel that she was bunking in the middle of English, in the middle of the dragons lesson and she was probably going to be suspended because of it.

Oh well. She thought and walked back into her house.

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On arriving she found the house eerily quiet. Walking through the kitchen she found her mother. Her mother was quiet and peaceful, as the knife through her heart was sharp an deadly. Talitha stopped. She stopped moving she stopped breathing and she stopped.

Tears refused to fall. She so wanted to cry. She wanted to let it all out, but she couldn't. No tears fell. No pain. She wanted to be in pain. But she felt nothing. She wanted to fell fear. Nothing. Nothing.

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Jake watched the girl as she found her mother. She didn't scream or run. In fact she did nothing. The witch was mute. He watched her fall, placidly to the floor, creating ripples in the blood which coated the floor like a gloss.

He moved forward and touched her to pick her up. No, a breath whispered to him, as she recognised the connection. Soulmates. He picked his knife up from the woman's heart. Better to deal with this sooner than later, he thought and plunged the knife into the soft flesh.

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Arthur carried Talitha's bag into the corridor where he stuffed it in his locker. He turned to see Harry and Hazel coming towards him. They looked as worried as he expected them to be. "Something's happened to Talitha." Hazel said her voice wavering. Harry looked equally scared.

"Me and Harry go to Talitha's house. You stay here, she might come back." Arthur ordered. Harry nodded as Hazel commented on something like, 'it's like feminism never happened.' The males left Hazel in the school as they walked down the road, where Talitha had been only half an hour before.

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