Halloween
Darian and Isis could hardly believe it. Halloween was just one day away. They were enjoying the cool night air on one of the open pavilions leading out to the grounds of the school discussing the banquet and the relief that earlier that day they had survived their midterms.
Isis lay on her stomach on a stone bench thoroughly engrossed in Famous Witches and Wizards while Darian sprawled comfortably on the grass played with Ashlar.
Darian was practicing levitation with wand in hand and amusing Ashlar when one of the apples she was trying to levitate actually rose up and gave something for Ashlar to paw towards. It was, to the oblivious observer a quiet moment between the sisters but they were in reality talking to each other mentally.
Darian changed her position on the ground from laying on her side to sitting up and promptly poked her sister in the leg with her wand. Isis, who was still reading looked up at her sister with shock and dismay. "Yes," she asked raising her eyebrows.
Darian did one of her famous pouts. "You didn't answer me," she replied a smile spreading across her face.
"Answer what," asked Isis very much confused.
"What happened to Bastian," she asked again. "You are in the Slytherin house, you have to know something about what happened."
Isis looked over her shoulder down the increasingly dark hallway. The torches had not been lit yet for the night. Isis turned back to her sister. "I promised dad that I wouldn't say anything, even to you," Isis replied in her sister's mind.
Darian stood up, slightly irritated but not fully angry yet. Hands on hips she looked harshly down at Isis. "What, does dad not trust me? Does he think I will go and scream it from the highest tower?"
Isis sat up and looked up at her sister remorse spread across her face. "No," she stammered, "it's just that I am a part of the Slytherin household and I have to whether I want to or not keep their discussions private."
"But I'm your freakin' sister," whined Darian.
Isis exhaled heavily and stood up. She began putting her books into her bags when she heard the loud screech of an owl. She raised her arm up and Jareth flew down from the wall overlooking the Quidditch pitch where he had been perched.
Isis avoided the angry and hurt eyes of her sister as she pulled her book bag strap over her head and situated both her school robes and Jareth.
Finally, burdened by the stare of her sister, she exhaled loudly again and picking up her sister's bag and shoving it into her hands, looked behind them and said softly, "Come on." Darian quickly picked up Ashlar and placed him in her bag and hurried after her sister.
Jareth fluttered his wings slightly in the night breeze as Isis pulled her clock closer around her shoulders. She kept looking around as they made their way silently across the school grounds. Darian also keep watch as she waited impatiently for her sister to speak.
"Look," Isis finally said, "I know that you won't say anything but realize that what I'm telling you is going against not only father's wishes but the code of conduct between the houses." Darian rolled her eyes.
"A few days ago, several of us were sitting in the common room studying. You were in the library working on your report for Professor McGonagall. I was finishing up the report that report for Herbology on the medicinal qualities of black root and willow's weed. It was pretty quiet except for a few people that had engaged in a game of wizard's chess. Anyway, Bastian and his buddies had been talking about something when they decided that they were going to go to bed. He went upstairs to the boy's dormitories and I was greatly relived believing that I would finally have some peace and quiet. A few minutes later there was a loud yell coming from the boy's area. Everyone jumped and some people went up to see what had happened. Bastian ran back down to the common room red faced and extremely angry. He stormed over to the corner that I had been studying in and got in my face. He started screaming at me.
'You stupid girl, why did you do that? Do you know how much those things cost?' I just stared at him for a few seconds and then said back to him that I had no idea what he was talking about. He kept yelling at me that I was sick and had gone too far and that he was going directly to father. He sent two of his friends to go find him while standing there not letting me leave. A few minutes later father showed up and demanded to know what was going on. Well Bastian immediately started accusing me of destroying his things and I told them both that I had no idea what he was talking about.
Father took us both up to the boy's room and I finally got to see what I was being accused of. Bastian's bed and belongings had been totally ransacked. The curtains on his bed had been ripped, the bed turned upside down and all his belongings thrown all over the room. Bastian told father to look in his chest that lay at the end of his bed. He did and saw that someone had placed a very dead cat in there and had shredded his belongings inside as well. On the headboard of his bed was also some writing. On the board was written 'get out before it's too late.' Father told us to follow him to his office and we did. The entire way there Bastian kept accusing me of having done it. I was too much in shock to really say anything because on the one hand I was shocked but on the other hand I didn't feel too badly for him. Besides my ankle was still hurting. We got to his office and father had Bastian give the sequence of events to him, when he finished father sent him back to his room.
When he finally left, father turned to me. Keep in mind that the only reason that Bastian left quietly is that he promised to send a letter to my parents, and that I would be punished for my actions. After he left I told father that, yes we had played practical jokes on him, as well as he reciprocated on us, but that I was not able nor had the inclination to do such a thing. Father believed me and told me that for my own safety that it would be best that I get detention to make it look like I did it and so that Bastian would not retaliate. In all honesty the whole situation seems to put him off, more so than just the act itself.
Anyways, a few days later, both father and Dumbledore received letters from Bastian's father demanding that I be expelled for such actions. Both refused to do that saying that I had already been appropriately punished. I had hoped that this was the end of it but just in case I took to keeping all my things in my chest and putting a locking potion on it that father gave me. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be the end of it. Bastian found out that his books had been cursed when he went to practice some spells for Professor McGonagall's class and his hand was burnt badly. Well his father threw a fit and decided that it was in Bastian's best interests that his son be educated at another school since Hogwarts was so lax in properly punishing its students.
He left earlier this week. Now the entire Slytherin house thinks of me as some sick witch. Even Minya has been giving me the cold shoulder as of late. Father told me not to tell you because he was worried that you would go and do something stupid to clear my name."
Darian repositioned her book bag on her arm and gave her sister a sidelong look. "Well, he's right."
Looking around once more, Isis spoke. "It doesn't really matter. People are going to believe what they want and if they think I did that then that's just fine. Maybe they will cut me some slack for it."
Darian gave her sister an evil grin. "Well I still don't appreciate not being told, but I can understand why he didn't say anything."
Isis and Darian feeling the sudden cold chill in the air turned back toward the main doors. "We should get to bed," Isis said, "the celebration is tomorrow so I would like to be rested."
Darian grinned widely at her sister with a glint in her eye, "It's Party time! She replied as she strolled down the hall in front of her sister.
Isis rolled her eyes at her sister. "Oh great I finally get out of trouble and you are hell bent on getting me back into it."
Darian and Isis could hardly believe it. Halloween was just one day away. They were enjoying the cool night air on one of the open pavilions leading out to the grounds of the school discussing the banquet and the relief that earlier that day they had survived their midterms.
Isis lay on her stomach on a stone bench thoroughly engrossed in Famous Witches and Wizards while Darian sprawled comfortably on the grass played with Ashlar.
Darian was practicing levitation with wand in hand and amusing Ashlar when one of the apples she was trying to levitate actually rose up and gave something for Ashlar to paw towards. It was, to the oblivious observer a quiet moment between the sisters but they were in reality talking to each other mentally.
Darian changed her position on the ground from laying on her side to sitting up and promptly poked her sister in the leg with her wand. Isis, who was still reading looked up at her sister with shock and dismay. "Yes," she asked raising her eyebrows.
Darian did one of her famous pouts. "You didn't answer me," she replied a smile spreading across her face.
"Answer what," asked Isis very much confused.
"What happened to Bastian," she asked again. "You are in the Slytherin house, you have to know something about what happened."
Isis looked over her shoulder down the increasingly dark hallway. The torches had not been lit yet for the night. Isis turned back to her sister. "I promised dad that I wouldn't say anything, even to you," Isis replied in her sister's mind.
Darian stood up, slightly irritated but not fully angry yet. Hands on hips she looked harshly down at Isis. "What, does dad not trust me? Does he think I will go and scream it from the highest tower?"
Isis sat up and looked up at her sister remorse spread across her face. "No," she stammered, "it's just that I am a part of the Slytherin household and I have to whether I want to or not keep their discussions private."
"But I'm your freakin' sister," whined Darian.
Isis exhaled heavily and stood up. She began putting her books into her bags when she heard the loud screech of an owl. She raised her arm up and Jareth flew down from the wall overlooking the Quidditch pitch where he had been perched.
Isis avoided the angry and hurt eyes of her sister as she pulled her book bag strap over her head and situated both her school robes and Jareth.
Finally, burdened by the stare of her sister, she exhaled loudly again and picking up her sister's bag and shoving it into her hands, looked behind them and said softly, "Come on." Darian quickly picked up Ashlar and placed him in her bag and hurried after her sister.
Jareth fluttered his wings slightly in the night breeze as Isis pulled her clock closer around her shoulders. She kept looking around as they made their way silently across the school grounds. Darian also keep watch as she waited impatiently for her sister to speak.
"Look," Isis finally said, "I know that you won't say anything but realize that what I'm telling you is going against not only father's wishes but the code of conduct between the houses." Darian rolled her eyes.
"A few days ago, several of us were sitting in the common room studying. You were in the library working on your report for Professor McGonagall. I was finishing up the report that report for Herbology on the medicinal qualities of black root and willow's weed. It was pretty quiet except for a few people that had engaged in a game of wizard's chess. Anyway, Bastian and his buddies had been talking about something when they decided that they were going to go to bed. He went upstairs to the boy's dormitories and I was greatly relived believing that I would finally have some peace and quiet. A few minutes later there was a loud yell coming from the boy's area. Everyone jumped and some people went up to see what had happened. Bastian ran back down to the common room red faced and extremely angry. He stormed over to the corner that I had been studying in and got in my face. He started screaming at me.
'You stupid girl, why did you do that? Do you know how much those things cost?' I just stared at him for a few seconds and then said back to him that I had no idea what he was talking about. He kept yelling at me that I was sick and had gone too far and that he was going directly to father. He sent two of his friends to go find him while standing there not letting me leave. A few minutes later father showed up and demanded to know what was going on. Well Bastian immediately started accusing me of destroying his things and I told them both that I had no idea what he was talking about.
Father took us both up to the boy's room and I finally got to see what I was being accused of. Bastian's bed and belongings had been totally ransacked. The curtains on his bed had been ripped, the bed turned upside down and all his belongings thrown all over the room. Bastian told father to look in his chest that lay at the end of his bed. He did and saw that someone had placed a very dead cat in there and had shredded his belongings inside as well. On the headboard of his bed was also some writing. On the board was written 'get out before it's too late.' Father told us to follow him to his office and we did. The entire way there Bastian kept accusing me of having done it. I was too much in shock to really say anything because on the one hand I was shocked but on the other hand I didn't feel too badly for him. Besides my ankle was still hurting. We got to his office and father had Bastian give the sequence of events to him, when he finished father sent him back to his room.
When he finally left, father turned to me. Keep in mind that the only reason that Bastian left quietly is that he promised to send a letter to my parents, and that I would be punished for my actions. After he left I told father that, yes we had played practical jokes on him, as well as he reciprocated on us, but that I was not able nor had the inclination to do such a thing. Father believed me and told me that for my own safety that it would be best that I get detention to make it look like I did it and so that Bastian would not retaliate. In all honesty the whole situation seems to put him off, more so than just the act itself.
Anyways, a few days later, both father and Dumbledore received letters from Bastian's father demanding that I be expelled for such actions. Both refused to do that saying that I had already been appropriately punished. I had hoped that this was the end of it but just in case I took to keeping all my things in my chest and putting a locking potion on it that father gave me. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be the end of it. Bastian found out that his books had been cursed when he went to practice some spells for Professor McGonagall's class and his hand was burnt badly. Well his father threw a fit and decided that it was in Bastian's best interests that his son be educated at another school since Hogwarts was so lax in properly punishing its students.
He left earlier this week. Now the entire Slytherin house thinks of me as some sick witch. Even Minya has been giving me the cold shoulder as of late. Father told me not to tell you because he was worried that you would go and do something stupid to clear my name."
Darian repositioned her book bag on her arm and gave her sister a sidelong look. "Well, he's right."
Looking around once more, Isis spoke. "It doesn't really matter. People are going to believe what they want and if they think I did that then that's just fine. Maybe they will cut me some slack for it."
Darian gave her sister an evil grin. "Well I still don't appreciate not being told, but I can understand why he didn't say anything."
Isis and Darian feeling the sudden cold chill in the air turned back toward the main doors. "We should get to bed," Isis said, "the celebration is tomorrow so I would like to be rested."
Darian grinned widely at her sister with a glint in her eye, "It's Party time! She replied as she strolled down the hall in front of her sister.
Isis rolled her eyes at her sister. "Oh great I finally get out of trouble and you are hell bent on getting me back into it."