What goes up.
Darian and Isis walked slowly up the staircase leading to the dormitories. They were tired from the evening's festivities. Darian was eating a cupcake that she had taken before exiting the main hall and Isis was finishing off another pumpkin cookie. They reached the platform that led to the hallway separating their house dorms and paused. Darian turned left toward her dorm waving to her sister. "Night," she mumbled exhausted as she walked down the hall. "Sleep tight," Isis called after her as she turned to go to the Slytherin common room. The candles in the hallway were burning low, signs that they would be put out soon. Isis was alone in the hall, she and Darian had been two of the last people to leave the dining hall. They had been having a great time talking with Minya and Rainer. Even Nearly-Headless had been entertaining them with his ghostly tricks in the spirit of the season. Yes, they were both ready for a peaceful and long sleep. She decended the winding staircase and stepped out in front of the Slytherin portrait door.
"Password," the old man barked. "Quid pro quo," Isis replied.
She stepped into the common room and quickly noticed the stark emptiness. Only four or five students were in there. "I guess they went to bed, that does sound nice," she said to herself. She walked past the students sitting near the fire and talking and made her way up to her room. The bedchamber was dark and three of the beds already had sleeping students in them. Isis fetched her toothbrush and nightclothes from her bed table and made her way to the girl's bathroom. Her feet padded softly on the porcelain floor as she changed her clothes and brushed her teeth. Minutes later she was climbing into bed not far away from sleep.
She was moments from sleep when she heard a soft voice.
"Isis," it called.
She rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head. "Not now father," she mumbled.
"Isis." The voice became more insistent. "Isis, Isis, come here."
After a few more minutes, Isis sighed loudly and threw her covers off. She climbed out of bed and walked to the door. "I should get out of my morning classes for this," she grumbled silently walking out the door and slipping into the common room. The fire in the fireplace was still burning, although much lower than it had just hours before. The room was empty, or at least from what she saw. She walked toward the portrait door to go to father's office when the voice stopped her. Fear started to creep into Isis's mind. It was coming from behind her. She slowly turned around and looked to the heavy armchair that sat in front of the fireplace. A figure was sitting there, cloaked completely from head to toe. Only one pale, gnarled hand was visible.
Isis stood up a little taller trying to convince herself of her bravery.
"Who are you," she asked in a whisper.
The figure did not move. "Who are you," she asked again.
Wordlessly the figure reached up and removed it's hood. Isis stepped back in horror. The face was old and disfigured. Pale skin stretched over bony features. He smiled at her exposing his sharp and dirty brown teeth. "I'm your fate," he hissed. Isis opened her mouth to scream, but no sounds came out. Suddenly the figure leapt from his chair and lunged at Isis. She stumbled backwards but wasn't fast enough. The man was upon her and placed his hands on her throat. His face was inches from hers. "Your mine, you will never get away," he screamed. His laughter mixed with her strained screams as she tried to pull his hands away. Her back was against the wall, she was trapped. She was still trying to claw her way free, even after the other students in the room of the bedchamber had removed her bedcovers and were trying to wake her up.
Darian and Isis walked slowly up the staircase leading to the dormitories. They were tired from the evening's festivities. Darian was eating a cupcake that she had taken before exiting the main hall and Isis was finishing off another pumpkin cookie. They reached the platform that led to the hallway separating their house dorms and paused. Darian turned left toward her dorm waving to her sister. "Night," she mumbled exhausted as she walked down the hall. "Sleep tight," Isis called after her as she turned to go to the Slytherin common room. The candles in the hallway were burning low, signs that they would be put out soon. Isis was alone in the hall, she and Darian had been two of the last people to leave the dining hall. They had been having a great time talking with Minya and Rainer. Even Nearly-Headless had been entertaining them with his ghostly tricks in the spirit of the season. Yes, they were both ready for a peaceful and long sleep. She decended the winding staircase and stepped out in front of the Slytherin portrait door.
"Password," the old man barked. "Quid pro quo," Isis replied.
She stepped into the common room and quickly noticed the stark emptiness. Only four or five students were in there. "I guess they went to bed, that does sound nice," she said to herself. She walked past the students sitting near the fire and talking and made her way up to her room. The bedchamber was dark and three of the beds already had sleeping students in them. Isis fetched her toothbrush and nightclothes from her bed table and made her way to the girl's bathroom. Her feet padded softly on the porcelain floor as she changed her clothes and brushed her teeth. Minutes later she was climbing into bed not far away from sleep.
She was moments from sleep when she heard a soft voice.
"Isis," it called.
She rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head. "Not now father," she mumbled.
"Isis." The voice became more insistent. "Isis, Isis, come here."
After a few more minutes, Isis sighed loudly and threw her covers off. She climbed out of bed and walked to the door. "I should get out of my morning classes for this," she grumbled silently walking out the door and slipping into the common room. The fire in the fireplace was still burning, although much lower than it had just hours before. The room was empty, or at least from what she saw. She walked toward the portrait door to go to father's office when the voice stopped her. Fear started to creep into Isis's mind. It was coming from behind her. She slowly turned around and looked to the heavy armchair that sat in front of the fireplace. A figure was sitting there, cloaked completely from head to toe. Only one pale, gnarled hand was visible.
Isis stood up a little taller trying to convince herself of her bravery.
"Who are you," she asked in a whisper.
The figure did not move. "Who are you," she asked again.
Wordlessly the figure reached up and removed it's hood. Isis stepped back in horror. The face was old and disfigured. Pale skin stretched over bony features. He smiled at her exposing his sharp and dirty brown teeth. "I'm your fate," he hissed. Isis opened her mouth to scream, but no sounds came out. Suddenly the figure leapt from his chair and lunged at Isis. She stumbled backwards but wasn't fast enough. The man was upon her and placed his hands on her throat. His face was inches from hers. "Your mine, you will never get away," he screamed. His laughter mixed with her strained screams as she tried to pull his hands away. Her back was against the wall, she was trapped. She was still trying to claw her way free, even after the other students in the room of the bedchamber had removed her bedcovers and were trying to wake her up.