A/N: Well, I was bored yesterday night at about 12 AM and started writing
something. It turned into this, annnnnnnnd this morning I decided to
continue it..If I get a single review I will.so err..yeah.even if it's a
flame, cuz flames make me happy too.lol.make me try a little harder.
Well now we know what LVB does when shes suffering from insomnia
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-When your water turns to wine you know something is wrong.-
December Windemere had everything. She had looks, money, charm, status, power and fame, but most importantly she had a dark mark. The young woman was fresh out of Hogwarts, a model for Witch Weekly and the wizarding worlds most eligible bachlorette, all while balancing out her dedication to the dark lord. And yet no one knew. Things just keep coming and December kept taking them in, surprised that such good fortune would befall her, and yet satisfied at her rapid success.
Shouldn't she be happy?-
The red haired temptress wrapped her arms around herself protectively as
the autumn wind made its presence known. It was the only disturber of the
peace that night as December stood on the empty Hogsmeade street. The
mood lit the cobble stone path and the winds howl stifled every sound.No
longer could you hear the chatter of men in the Hogs Head or the laughter
of student in Honeydukes and Zonkos. Silence adorned the town like a
heavy cloak, not even December's footsteps echoed.
It was a full moon, a time at which she felt most comfortable. It was
something about how lonely the orb looked, so big and out of place in the
vast sea of microscopic stars. It was alone and yet surrounded by others,
those that didn't care and had their own agenda
December rubbed a hand across her eyes, not necessarily because she was
tired but more as though to clear her vision, smudging eye liner out of
its place. Letting out a sigh she continued down the street at an even
pace, clutching her wand as though it was her life force.
It was too cold for fall, too cold. Something was wrong.
-Everything was wrong.-
Aurors were patrolling all of Britain as well as the rest of Europe, but
who would suspect a young supermodel of being in league with Voldemort.
She was barely an adult, and yet the catlike woman was terrified. It had
all seemed great at the beginning, power and status beyond normal reach,
but now December was forced to live a lie, paying a price for her greed.
Never would December understand human emotion, something she abused each
and every day. It was from the little girls that asked for her autograph
to witnessing a lover's quarrel that puzzled December. She had grown from
a lost, affection starved child to a lost, power hungry woman. All she
knew of the human race was that they never changed.
She had walked far, lost in her thoughts, and the sun was beginning to
rise in the bleak, barely visible horizon and December found herself
facing a strip of forest, Hogsmeade long behind her. Smiling to herself
the young witch continued into the mass of trees and yet again became a
freckle face, tousle haired eleven year old girl as she placed a foot on
a chosen tree limb.
- That morning December Rose Windemere once more became a climber of
birches.-
Well now we know what LVB does when shes suffering from insomnia
~~~~~~
-When your water turns to wine you know something is wrong.-
December Windemere had everything. She had looks, money, charm, status, power and fame, but most importantly she had a dark mark. The young woman was fresh out of Hogwarts, a model for Witch Weekly and the wizarding worlds most eligible bachlorette, all while balancing out her dedication to the dark lord. And yet no one knew. Things just keep coming and December kept taking them in, surprised that such good fortune would befall her, and yet satisfied at her rapid success.
Shouldn't she be happy?-
The red haired temptress wrapped her arms around herself protectively as
the autumn wind made its presence known. It was the only disturber of the
peace that night as December stood on the empty Hogsmeade street. The
mood lit the cobble stone path and the winds howl stifled every sound.No
longer could you hear the chatter of men in the Hogs Head or the laughter
of student in Honeydukes and Zonkos. Silence adorned the town like a
heavy cloak, not even December's footsteps echoed.
It was a full moon, a time at which she felt most comfortable. It was
something about how lonely the orb looked, so big and out of place in the
vast sea of microscopic stars. It was alone and yet surrounded by others,
those that didn't care and had their own agenda
December rubbed a hand across her eyes, not necessarily because she was
tired but more as though to clear her vision, smudging eye liner out of
its place. Letting out a sigh she continued down the street at an even
pace, clutching her wand as though it was her life force.
It was too cold for fall, too cold. Something was wrong.
-Everything was wrong.-
Aurors were patrolling all of Britain as well as the rest of Europe, but
who would suspect a young supermodel of being in league with Voldemort.
She was barely an adult, and yet the catlike woman was terrified. It had
all seemed great at the beginning, power and status beyond normal reach,
but now December was forced to live a lie, paying a price for her greed.
Never would December understand human emotion, something she abused each
and every day. It was from the little girls that asked for her autograph
to witnessing a lover's quarrel that puzzled December. She had grown from
a lost, affection starved child to a lost, power hungry woman. All she
knew of the human race was that they never changed.
She had walked far, lost in her thoughts, and the sun was beginning to
rise in the bleak, barely visible horizon and December found herself
facing a strip of forest, Hogsmeade long behind her. Smiling to herself
the young witch continued into the mass of trees and yet again became a
freckle face, tousle haired eleven year old girl as she placed a foot on
a chosen tree limb.
- That morning December Rose Windemere once more became a climber of
birches.-
