Darian and Isis kept up their mental contact with each other while they were eating. Darian continued to try to comfort her sister throughout dinner but the most that she could get out of Isis was vivid mental images of what she would like to be doing to Bastian
Darian cracked up several times during dinner because of such images. She snorted gravy out of her nose at one point, and that in and of itself made Isis feel a little better.
In addition, the fact that at several points Darian gave her advice on the execution of such torture.
Isis still fumed, "He deserves it, you know he does", she said in her mind to Darian.
Darian smiled sweetly at her sister over the heads of the other students, "No comment", she whispered.
They kept up their telepathy while being escorted to their rooms. At one point, they were walking up the stairs as the stairs changed position from one row to another when both of them received a sharp pain that dissolved their thoughts immediealty.
Both Darian and Isis winced in pain from the jolt. They were still wondering when they went to bed that night. Who had sent that and why?
Someone calling her name awakened Isis in the middle of the night. She sat up in bed and looked around trying to focus her sleep-clouded eyes.
"Isis", it called out to her.
Isis knew that it was only in her mind. The voice was coming to her in her mind; she seriously doubted anyone else could hear it.
"Darian", she called out in her mind, "is that you", but she received a severe shock like they both had earlier and she shut her eyes tightly for a moment until the pain passed.
"Isis", it called again.
"Fine," she mumbled getting out of bed and heading toward the door. "I'll play along."
She stepped out into the darkened hallway and looked around. No sign of anything or anyone awake. Even the portraits on the wall that had so warmly greeted them earlier in the night sat motionless and sleeping in their canvases.
"Isis", it called from behind a door at the end of the hall.
Isis, by this point was getting extremely irritated. This was obvious in the way she swiftly went to the door, opened it, and stepped inside.
She fumed silently as she waited for her eyes to adjust. Outside the room, the moon had been shining brightly through the windows. However, its light did not extend into the room and Isis had to wait to be able to see what was around her.
It looked like an office that was filled to the brim with books, papers, and parchments. On one side of the room opposite, a desk with a large glassed shelf full of bottles and glasses. Although the light was dim, she could make out the Latin phrases on the scrolls. One of them was a levitation spell, if her memory served her right. She would have to ask Darian about it later, but for right now, she wanted to find out what was going on. Finally, her eyes adjusted and she could make out the forms of the room better. Her nerve was slowly wearing off in that she noticed a black clad figure sitting in a chair across the room from her.
Isis swallowed harshly and then spoke, "All right I've had enough of this. Who are you, why did you call me here, and are you the one who keeps sending those distortion spells into my and Darian's minds."
Her voice sounded braver than she really felt at that moment. A candle on the table next to the occupied chair burst to life with a loud crackle.
She breathed in sharply when she saw who it was. Severus Snape. Their father.
She was in shock and for this stayed where she was next to the door.
"Hello Isis," he said.
"Hello father," she whispered in shock.
His expression gave away nothing except vague disinterest and mild irritation.
"My, my with your little speech one could close their eyes and think that Darian stood where you stand now", he replied a slight smile cracking his grim face.
Darian smiled slightly, "Well, with the day that I have had I have every right to be a little irritated".
On this point, he stood and crossed the room to her. He towered over her and looked down his slim nose at her. "That brings me to my point what are you and Darian doing here, I thought that your mother was taking you to Willowridge with her."
Isis looked up at her father, "She changed her mind, she thought that you and the two of us needed some quality time, besides you wanted us to have the best magic training and last time I checked Hogswort had the best programs".
"Isis, you don't understand, there are complications with you and Darian being here." Snape said as he walked back and sat at his desk again.
This time Isis followed him, "What complications, there are several professors here that have children attending classes. Why are we so different?"
He averted his gaze from his daughter and replied coldly, "There just are, I have half a mind to call in a transfer for both of you. You do not belong here."
Isis' soft features darkened and she had to fight to keep the anger out of her voice. "That's funny because a certain Bastian Ravenseye said that very same thing to Darian and I right before we boarded the train. We have as much right to be here as anyone, and you know that. We have the right to become good sorceresses like you and mother wanted and where else can we do that but here. What would mother think if she heard what you are saying and thinking right now"?
Snape, who up until this moment had been avoiding his daughter's gaze turned to her, "Thinking", he asked.
Isis blushed lightly and looked down. "It would seem that you have been working on your telepathy and mind reading haven't you". Snape smiled slightly at his daughter, "I swear sometimes you are more persistent than your sister".
He exhaled sharply and stood once again. He took his daughter in his arms and hugged her. "Fine," he said, "you can stay but keep it between you and Darian that I am your father, problems could arise if that becomes known."
Isis looked up as Snape gave her a serious look, "No arguments, I will allow you two to have your mental conversations again if you keep quiet. However, if I hear that you have told anyone I will have you transferred. Is that clear"
Isis smiled at her father, "I knew that was you, and yes we have a deal".
Snape turned Isis in the way of the door, "Now go back to bed, you both have big days tomorrow".
Isis smiled and walked to the door but before she could exit, was stopped by Snape's voice.
"Bastian really said that to you," he asked.
"Yes, father, I mean Prof. Snape, he did", she replied.
"Hmmm", he chuckled, "that's sounds like him. You will both learn what a little troublemaker he can be."
"Well if he's not careful Darian will give him an "attitude adjustment". She's already tried once."
"That sounds like her. Now back to you room Ms. Greymalkin."
"Yes, Professor." Isis smiled and left the room. She made it back to her room and lay down in her bed. She did not expect to get much sleep that night; she would have to find Darian first thing that following morning. They had much to discuss.
Darian cracked up several times during dinner because of such images. She snorted gravy out of her nose at one point, and that in and of itself made Isis feel a little better.
In addition, the fact that at several points Darian gave her advice on the execution of such torture.
Isis still fumed, "He deserves it, you know he does", she said in her mind to Darian.
Darian smiled sweetly at her sister over the heads of the other students, "No comment", she whispered.
They kept up their telepathy while being escorted to their rooms. At one point, they were walking up the stairs as the stairs changed position from one row to another when both of them received a sharp pain that dissolved their thoughts immediealty.
Both Darian and Isis winced in pain from the jolt. They were still wondering when they went to bed that night. Who had sent that and why?
Someone calling her name awakened Isis in the middle of the night. She sat up in bed and looked around trying to focus her sleep-clouded eyes.
"Isis", it called out to her.
Isis knew that it was only in her mind. The voice was coming to her in her mind; she seriously doubted anyone else could hear it.
"Darian", she called out in her mind, "is that you", but she received a severe shock like they both had earlier and she shut her eyes tightly for a moment until the pain passed.
"Isis", it called again.
"Fine," she mumbled getting out of bed and heading toward the door. "I'll play along."
She stepped out into the darkened hallway and looked around. No sign of anything or anyone awake. Even the portraits on the wall that had so warmly greeted them earlier in the night sat motionless and sleeping in their canvases.
"Isis", it called from behind a door at the end of the hall.
Isis, by this point was getting extremely irritated. This was obvious in the way she swiftly went to the door, opened it, and stepped inside.
She fumed silently as she waited for her eyes to adjust. Outside the room, the moon had been shining brightly through the windows. However, its light did not extend into the room and Isis had to wait to be able to see what was around her.
It looked like an office that was filled to the brim with books, papers, and parchments. On one side of the room opposite, a desk with a large glassed shelf full of bottles and glasses. Although the light was dim, she could make out the Latin phrases on the scrolls. One of them was a levitation spell, if her memory served her right. She would have to ask Darian about it later, but for right now, she wanted to find out what was going on. Finally, her eyes adjusted and she could make out the forms of the room better. Her nerve was slowly wearing off in that she noticed a black clad figure sitting in a chair across the room from her.
Isis swallowed harshly and then spoke, "All right I've had enough of this. Who are you, why did you call me here, and are you the one who keeps sending those distortion spells into my and Darian's minds."
Her voice sounded braver than she really felt at that moment. A candle on the table next to the occupied chair burst to life with a loud crackle.
She breathed in sharply when she saw who it was. Severus Snape. Their father.
She was in shock and for this stayed where she was next to the door.
"Hello Isis," he said.
"Hello father," she whispered in shock.
His expression gave away nothing except vague disinterest and mild irritation.
"My, my with your little speech one could close their eyes and think that Darian stood where you stand now", he replied a slight smile cracking his grim face.
Darian smiled slightly, "Well, with the day that I have had I have every right to be a little irritated".
On this point, he stood and crossed the room to her. He towered over her and looked down his slim nose at her. "That brings me to my point what are you and Darian doing here, I thought that your mother was taking you to Willowridge with her."
Isis looked up at her father, "She changed her mind, she thought that you and the two of us needed some quality time, besides you wanted us to have the best magic training and last time I checked Hogswort had the best programs".
"Isis, you don't understand, there are complications with you and Darian being here." Snape said as he walked back and sat at his desk again.
This time Isis followed him, "What complications, there are several professors here that have children attending classes. Why are we so different?"
He averted his gaze from his daughter and replied coldly, "There just are, I have half a mind to call in a transfer for both of you. You do not belong here."
Isis' soft features darkened and she had to fight to keep the anger out of her voice. "That's funny because a certain Bastian Ravenseye said that very same thing to Darian and I right before we boarded the train. We have as much right to be here as anyone, and you know that. We have the right to become good sorceresses like you and mother wanted and where else can we do that but here. What would mother think if she heard what you are saying and thinking right now"?
Snape, who up until this moment had been avoiding his daughter's gaze turned to her, "Thinking", he asked.
Isis blushed lightly and looked down. "It would seem that you have been working on your telepathy and mind reading haven't you". Snape smiled slightly at his daughter, "I swear sometimes you are more persistent than your sister".
He exhaled sharply and stood once again. He took his daughter in his arms and hugged her. "Fine," he said, "you can stay but keep it between you and Darian that I am your father, problems could arise if that becomes known."
Isis looked up as Snape gave her a serious look, "No arguments, I will allow you two to have your mental conversations again if you keep quiet. However, if I hear that you have told anyone I will have you transferred. Is that clear"
Isis smiled at her father, "I knew that was you, and yes we have a deal".
Snape turned Isis in the way of the door, "Now go back to bed, you both have big days tomorrow".
Isis smiled and walked to the door but before she could exit, was stopped by Snape's voice.
"Bastian really said that to you," he asked.
"Yes, father, I mean Prof. Snape, he did", she replied.
"Hmmm", he chuckled, "that's sounds like him. You will both learn what a little troublemaker he can be."
"Well if he's not careful Darian will give him an "attitude adjustment". She's already tried once."
"That sounds like her. Now back to you room Ms. Greymalkin."
"Yes, Professor." Isis smiled and left the room. She made it back to her room and lay down in her bed. She did not expect to get much sleep that night; she would have to find Darian first thing that following morning. They had much to discuss.