And then it was gone. He was standing back by the window, staring at her.
She was still there, looking at him.hopefully? He shook his head, closing
his eyes. Kneading his temples with two fingers, he slowly opened them. And
blinked several times. She was gone. Her little bucket full of soapy suds,
her wet rag, her helpless eyes. He looked quickly over to the far wall. The
door was gone to. The room seemed almost noisy now, without the silence
after her singing.
For a second the sun came out from behind it's cloud, and shone through the grime onto something shiny. Being of a rich family, he had been trained to notice these things. Walking over, his subconscious registered that he was standing where the girl had been. It was a necklace that was sparkling, a long thin gold chain with a musical note hanging off it. He picked it up for further inspection, and saw that the clasp was made of two people reaching out to each other, their hands meeting to fasten the jewellery around the neck. Without thinking he threw it over his head, and was immediately shocked at how heavy it was for such a fine chain. Shaking his head again, he looked at his watch. Half past, he was dangerously close to being late. Swearing, he turned sharply and ran.
And noticed how horribly he was lost. Every wall looked the same, and every turn seemed to lead to a dead end. And then he heard it. It was like the singing, but this time he heard a young child's laughing, and saw the swish of a white dress disappear around the corner. Thinking he couldn't get anymore lost, he followed, running to keep up with the swishing skirts. Finally, he tumbled around a corner and nearly ran into the small girl there. She was very different form the first one; she had bouncing dark brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a small laughing mouth. She looked like she had never cried in her short life. This girl looked like she was younger than the other one as well, at least four, maybe five. Smiling up at him innocently she pulled him down to her level, pulling him close. Unlike the other girl, this one never stayed still, bouncing on her heals, twisting her hair on a chubby finger, and-he assumed this what she was doing-trying to smile showing all her teeth.
"You found me." She said, in a sickly adorable sounding voice. "And now your were you needed to be. Welcome!" She curtsied and skipped away, laughing in a far off a bouncing way. He had very little time to wonder what had just happened, because the bell had rung and his fellow students jostled him into the classroom.
Potions was a very easy class for him, he could pass it even if his teacher wasn't biased in favour of his house. He was very good at it naturally. He took his normal seat near the back, and took out his potions ingredients. Snape banged in only moments later, announcing that they were would work on a potion called he called "Dreaming awake". He explained that the drinker of this potion would be asleep and awake at the same time, in a sense.
"You will be in a dream like state, but you will be awake. It is a way many people get the rest they would not normally get otherwise, the best friend to crammers and new parents. Now, the instructions on the board, and I expect this to be done by the end of class. Begin!"
He copied down the instructions, a routine he had fallen into in second year. Chopping up the ingredients, he glanced around the room, and nearly gasped. There was another one, except this one was a boy, about twelve this time, writing lines out on the board. He looked very muggle like with long blue hair pulled into a low ponytail, his clothes black and baggy.
"Some of us would do to get to work, instead of staring at walls." Snape called out to the class, but he knew it was directed at him. He returned to his work, and when he chanced another look towards the board, the boy was gone. This was something he didn't't understand, and that made him feel uncomfortable, because he knew everything he wanted to know, and when he didn't't he found out who did know and would threaten them until they cried or told, either way, it satisfied him immensely. But he had a feeling here was no one he could taunt the information out of this time, and this made him feel oddly inept, another feeling he didn't't like. He also didn't like all this feeling, he was usually very cold and distant, to everyone. It wasn't the most sociable thing, but it got him through the day. But now he had wanted to comfort a stranger, had been bewildered by a four year old and now was confused because he was seeing things no one else seemed to. Finally her resolved to simply ignore it and hope it went away, and if all else failed he could-here he mentally (and perhaps physically as well) flinched- go to a teacher, or-here he could actually feel his ancestors rolling over in their graves-go see Dumbldore. The best idea seemed to be to just wait it out and hope it stopped.
For a second the sun came out from behind it's cloud, and shone through the grime onto something shiny. Being of a rich family, he had been trained to notice these things. Walking over, his subconscious registered that he was standing where the girl had been. It was a necklace that was sparkling, a long thin gold chain with a musical note hanging off it. He picked it up for further inspection, and saw that the clasp was made of two people reaching out to each other, their hands meeting to fasten the jewellery around the neck. Without thinking he threw it over his head, and was immediately shocked at how heavy it was for such a fine chain. Shaking his head again, he looked at his watch. Half past, he was dangerously close to being late. Swearing, he turned sharply and ran.
And noticed how horribly he was lost. Every wall looked the same, and every turn seemed to lead to a dead end. And then he heard it. It was like the singing, but this time he heard a young child's laughing, and saw the swish of a white dress disappear around the corner. Thinking he couldn't get anymore lost, he followed, running to keep up with the swishing skirts. Finally, he tumbled around a corner and nearly ran into the small girl there. She was very different form the first one; she had bouncing dark brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, and a small laughing mouth. She looked like she had never cried in her short life. This girl looked like she was younger than the other one as well, at least four, maybe five. Smiling up at him innocently she pulled him down to her level, pulling him close. Unlike the other girl, this one never stayed still, bouncing on her heals, twisting her hair on a chubby finger, and-he assumed this what she was doing-trying to smile showing all her teeth.
"You found me." She said, in a sickly adorable sounding voice. "And now your were you needed to be. Welcome!" She curtsied and skipped away, laughing in a far off a bouncing way. He had very little time to wonder what had just happened, because the bell had rung and his fellow students jostled him into the classroom.
Potions was a very easy class for him, he could pass it even if his teacher wasn't biased in favour of his house. He was very good at it naturally. He took his normal seat near the back, and took out his potions ingredients. Snape banged in only moments later, announcing that they were would work on a potion called he called "Dreaming awake". He explained that the drinker of this potion would be asleep and awake at the same time, in a sense.
"You will be in a dream like state, but you will be awake. It is a way many people get the rest they would not normally get otherwise, the best friend to crammers and new parents. Now, the instructions on the board, and I expect this to be done by the end of class. Begin!"
He copied down the instructions, a routine he had fallen into in second year. Chopping up the ingredients, he glanced around the room, and nearly gasped. There was another one, except this one was a boy, about twelve this time, writing lines out on the board. He looked very muggle like with long blue hair pulled into a low ponytail, his clothes black and baggy.
"Some of us would do to get to work, instead of staring at walls." Snape called out to the class, but he knew it was directed at him. He returned to his work, and when he chanced another look towards the board, the boy was gone. This was something he didn't't understand, and that made him feel uncomfortable, because he knew everything he wanted to know, and when he didn't't he found out who did know and would threaten them until they cried or told, either way, it satisfied him immensely. But he had a feeling here was no one he could taunt the information out of this time, and this made him feel oddly inept, another feeling he didn't't like. He also didn't like all this feeling, he was usually very cold and distant, to everyone. It wasn't the most sociable thing, but it got him through the day. But now he had wanted to comfort a stranger, had been bewildered by a four year old and now was confused because he was seeing things no one else seemed to. Finally her resolved to simply ignore it and hope it went away, and if all else failed he could-here he mentally (and perhaps physically as well) flinched- go to a teacher, or-here he could actually feel his ancestors rolling over in their graves-go see Dumbldore. The best idea seemed to be to just wait it out and hope it stopped.