Disclaimer: no, no, no. I refuse to say. I've said it before, so I dun have to say it again. *scary lawyers appear* I - won't - say - *looks scared* HP & CO IS NOT MINE!!!! *shoves scary lawyers into the Closet of Scary Things* whew….scary….
N/N: oki, listen up dudes (and dudettes), I'm not sure, but I think I may be doing an alternate week thing with this story and Child of Necromancy, Spawn of Dementor. As in one week write a chapter for one story and the next week write a chapter for the other story….but since I've sorta got the entire story line of Lady of Darkness practically all planned out, I may put Child Spawn on hold and complete this one. I'll try to get chapters up faster, but I may be limited to a chapter a week. Which is pretty good since I expect this to be 30 chapters or more.
Chapter Three: I'm Bored…Surprise!
"Expelliarmus!" the Ravenclaw boy yells. He was about five seconds too late. I had already moved out of the way. I wish I could roll my eyes at his predictability, but memories of long practices with Father won't allow me to. I easily dodge a few would-be well-aimed curses till I see it in his eyes that he realizes I'm just toying with him.
"Cfedlr dro mespc!"* he yells at me. I raise my eyebrows in slight surprise. I hadn't really expected him to know any borderline spells. I wonder if I can get away with the Cruciatus right now…
No, better not risk it. Not with Dumbledore right there.
"Stupefy." I mutter lazily. That was far too easy. I need a challenge. I look around to see how the kids are faring. I smile slightly as I see draco finish up his sparring partner. Some weak little Hufflepuff he'd been toying with. He's the second one done. I go and gracefully sit down next to Lucius, and Draco next to me.
"Well done, Wyndi, well done. And I must admit, Draco, I enjoyed watching you toy with that Hufflepuff."
"Thank you."
"Thank you, Father."
Oh no. Oh no, no, I couldn't have forgotten. I can't have forgotten it. Not now! This may be my only chance to say it! What was it, what was it??
"They say the Black Rose bleeds." says Lucius mildly. I almost stare at him in shock. That was it. That was the phrase. The phrase I couldn't remember, that Father told me to say to his friends. If they say it before me then I supppose I should say the response……figures I would remember the response before the initial line.
"Perhaps the venom of a serpent shall cure its wounds."
The blonde man gives a small smile and inclines his head towards me.
"Lady Gwynesine, it's an honour to finally meet you in person."
Merlin's Wand, that's the second surprise I've had in the past five minutes! First, Lucius says the phrase I was unable to remember and then he knows my nickname! If I didn't know he had a wife I would probably think him to be my betrothed.
"Lucius, if ou do not mind, I wish to speak with your son. There's ben a change in the rounds." says Professor Snape as he walks up to us. Draco looks at his father for permission and Lucius nods his head. WE both watch silently as the Head of Slytherin and the Slytherin Prefect walk to the other side of the room, speaking in hushed voices.
"Has my son been acting like a proper Slytherin, as of late?" Lucius asks me suddenly. I turn to look at him.
"Quite. Blaise and he both have been true to their house." I reply.
"Blaise?" he asks, looking mildly surprised, "Blaise Zabini?"
"Yes. She's the only girl in my year that doesn't scream at every little thing." I say, looking disgusted. I petrify Pansy and the Slytherin girls scream. Awfully pathetic if you ask me.
"Her parents have been - vague - about where their allegances lie."
"Those are her parents. I'm talking about Blaise."
Draco walks back over to us.
"You will be staying here for the Christmas Holidays, yes?" he asks me. I nod my head once.
"Why don't you stay with us? Unless you'd rather stay here with the crackpot old fool." he asks without even glancing at hs father. I'm slightly proud of him for that. Lucius has a bit of power, but he is, quite frankly, an idiot.
"Yes. I believe that's a good idea, Draco." says his father. Is it just me, or is the ohly reason Lucius is complementing his son is because I'm sitting right next to him.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Draco, Mr. Malfoy. I shall be looking foreward to it."
"Could all those who won the last round please take their places for the second round to begin?" declares Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid I must be on my way. I shall see you both at the start of the Christmas Holidays." says Lucius, standing. Draco and I get up as well. Partially because we are participating in the second round and partially out of good manners.
"Good day, Father." says Draco, shaking his hand. I bite back a comment about father-son conduct. Merely shaking hands, they're family for Merlin's sake!
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Malfoy." I say, holding out my hand. He takes it in his and kisses the back of it. I know it's good manners to do that to a lady, but it's still disgusting coming from Lucius. I don't care if he knows I'm Lady Gwynesine or if he was a friend of my late father's. I don't like him.
Draco and I walk toward our places and prepare to duel with our respective partners. Not that there's much preparing to do, I'm facing a Hufflepuff this time. How, in the name of all things magical, did a Hufflepuff get this far?
Dumbledore shoots sparks form his wand.
The Hufflepuff opens their mouth to speak a spell, but falls down stupefied before they have a chance.
This is going to be a very long afternoon.
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I plop down on the couch in Slytherin common room most ungracefully, but I don't care. I'm exhausted. Exhausted from boredom, but exhausted nevertheless. I think I may go to bed early. Not much else to do.
"GIVE THAT BACK! IT'S MINE!!!" yells a voice coming from the girls' dormitories, followed by the pounding of running feet. Everyone in the common room turns to stare. Two girls come running down. The first one clutching something… I can't tell what it is. They run around, one chasing the other, screaming and yelling at each other until I decide I've had enough.
"SILENCE!" I yell. Everyone turns to look at me, having stopped whatever it was they were doing, including the two girls. I get up and walk elegantly walk over to where the two girls are frozen in their tracks. I stop in front of them and cross my arms.
"What, pray tell, is going on here!" I demand. The two girls begin talking at once. I hold up my hand to stop the stream of conflicting words. The immediately shut their mouths.
"One at a time please." I say as I point to the brunette on the left.
"Marci took my journal and threatened to read it to everyone in Transfiguration!"
"I did not! I took my journal back from Maria because she threatened to read it to everyone in History of Magic!"
"Quiet!" I tell them, but without raising my voice, "no give me the journal." The one called Marci slowly hands me the journal. I se the two quickly exchange worried glances. Hmph, a journal, huh?
I open the black leather-bound book to find myself face to face with a collage of pictures of……Snape!?
I look up from the book and raise an eyebrow at the two girls who are now blushing furiously. I look back down at the book and begin to flip through the pages. The book is full of various pictures of the dark Potions Master and entries made by Maria and Marci on different encounters each had with the professor. It takes a lot of effort not to laugh and to keep a straight face. I know the girls look up to me. Every one of them from First Year to Fifth. My fellow Sixth Years, with the exception of Blaise, respect my power and my power alone. Not me, Lady Gwynesine. The Seventh Year girls, like the rest of the Seventh Years in this Merlin-forsaken school, think that they are the best of the best simply because they are in their last year of "schooling". What idioc simpletons. I shut the book silently and hand it back to Maria.
"I suggest that you keep such a - treasure - a secret between the two of you, and share it. It appears to me that it belongs to the both of you. Not just one. And I assume that the two of you would want to keep something this - precious - out of unwanted hands."
The two nod.
"But," I say, giving them a piercing gaze, "do not attempt to lie to me like that again. I will not take it lightly."
They nod vigorously as I dismess them. They run back upstairs, obviously going to write about their latest encounter with Professor Snape.
"Are you out of LGM yet?" asks Blaise from behind. I turn around and sit back on the couch I had been lounging on earlier. Frowning at Blaise, I ask, "Excuse me?"
"LGM. Lady Gwynesine Mode."
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"You can be such a child, Blaise."
"But of course! It's one of the perks of being me!"
I chuckle. Kids can get awfully annoying at times, but they have their amusing moments. We yawn at the same time. Blaise grins at me wryly.
"All that dueling was pretty tiring, huh?"
"All that boredom was pretty tiring, would be more accurate."
"Oh hush. Not everyone is you."
"Thank goodness for that."
"Let's just go to sleep."
"What have I told you about stealing my sentences?"
Blaise just laughs and we head to our dormitories. I lay on my bed, waiting for sleep to over come me. And yet, I can't help but to mull over who my betrothed is. Who would Father have in mind for me? Will I like him? When was the wedding supposed to be? Have we ever met? And who, in the name of Merlin, is he!?
Here-ith be-ith the-ith thank-ith yous……ith.
Darth Flirt: thank ye for understanding! I know there are some readers out there who dun understand that altho we love to write……some things just have to come before it!
Leann: I'm trying. This one is one of my easier ones to update cuz I already have a vague idea of what I'm doing.
LadyRhiyana: I'm glad Draco appears to be ambiguous. That's how I was trying to portray him…
Elvensorceress: um, yeah…
Amber: thank ye! Methinks it'll get even more interesting once the plot gets more developed.
Elvensorceress: tis fun to talk to each other like this in school….tis very fun!
SilverRose: hey Gwen! I finally figured out how I came up with this plot…..I was writing a lot of good characters and really wanted to write an evil one….hence, Wyndi! Ta-da! *throws confetti in the air*
Elvensorceress: YOUSA MUST COME TO SEMINARY! MESA WILL MAKE YOU!!!!