CiaHottie: Okay, here's chapter two of Life's a Mystery! I hope you all
liked the first chapter. I would also like to explain that if there are a
lot of errors in the text, it's because my keyboard is broken. It's still
usable, though, so it'll have to do for now.
Shawana: Thanks for the praise, sis!
sparklypiggy: You'll soon find out why Delastei is slightly Mary-Sue, and I assure you that it's a very good reason. Also, as I stated above, my keyboard is broken, so that's what's up with the grammar and stuff. Thanks for the opinion on the POV's. I'll remember in the future not to do it so much.
xColey07x: Thank you so much for the encouragement!
Deborah in L.A.: Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! FINALLY someone who realizes what a real Mary-sue is! I am so glad that you reviewed! Once again, thank...you!!!
shazzargal: I'm glad that you like the story. Please review again!
Gilraen: Glad you enjoyed it.
OrChDoRkGiRl: I'm very glad you submitted your review! I hope you like this chapter.
Soccer-Bitch: Well, you'll probably find out soon. This fic won't be too long. Well, actually, it might be pretty long if I can get more reviews like yours!
sophie: Glad you're liking this so far. Please review again!
gboyary: I hope you enjoy this rather short chapter!
Paige: Yeah, the poems are mine. I don't think they're very good, but I'm not about to steel someone else's. I'm glad that you reviewed!
PiXiEPiE: I plan too! grin
Brocaw Babe: I'm not so sure Harry wouldn't like a girl from Slytherin, but don't worry. As soon as Delastei (Dell-uh-sty) reveals who she is, their 'relationship' will come to an abrupt halt. Now, about Hermione not being Head Girl, I only did that because I'm tired of the same person always having that position in every single fanfic. I just wanted to add a little unusuality. Now, no one actually knows how old Delastei is, but she hasn't graduated, so she is still allowed in school. Also, I'd like to say that Delastei is in no way Mary-Sue. Mary-Sue's are the nicest, most beautiful, smartest, wittiest, perfect (or so it seems) people you'd ever meet. Delastei doesn't fit any of those. She slightly flaky, only good in some areas of schooling, she IS beautiful (okay, so that's one.), she is only slightly witty, and she is most definetely not perfect. Although I disagree with you on that small issue, I'm very glad you reviewed, and hope you do so again.
potts: Glad you're enjoying it! Please review again!
Alexis Strange: Thank you very much for your review!! I like you already. Hope you like this chapter.
If I missed anyone, please forgive me!! Now, I would like everyone to read the following review, and learn from it:
This is an intriguing story. Also, contrary to what other reviewers may think, her very abrasive and snappish attitude (completely justified in light of the situations she finds herself in) proves that she knows how to takecare of herself and to defend her dignity--in short, she's very definitely not a Mary Sue. She's not simultaneously Malfoy's friend, and also a friend of the Gryfendore Trio.
She's fiesty and if she thought that Professor Snape was out of line, and he had ticked her off, I believe she could hold her own with him in an argument. She'd probably feel that risking losing points from her own House, and serving detention as well, would be worth it if she felt like blowing up at Snape in class. Sometimes someone should tell that particular professor off--and if the situation warrented it, I don't think she would hesitate to do it herself, regardless of the consequences.
Also, a Mary Sue would be an artificially happy person who was pals with everyone--as unlikely as that may be in any kind of real, magical, or alternative world--and oozing syrup from a twisted and artificial soft warm fuzzy glow of unreality and hyper-extroversion. Anyone who was a Mary Sue couldn't write poetry that was so deeply in touch with past—and perhaps present--hurts and deep anquished pain. I think you have the beginning of an exciting story. Please don't let the unthinking non-sense that some people throw into their reviews get you down.I really do hope that you will be inspired to write more chapters soon. --Deborah in Los Angeles.
CiaHottie: And now! On with the fic!
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"Morning, Hermione, Ron, Harry." Delastei said as she walked past the Gryffindor table towards the Slytherin one. She smiled at Harry, and would have said more, but a Slytherin girl began herding her forward before she could.
When she sat down at her House table, she was immedietely surrounded by people who began sending questions at her as to why she had a dorm all to herself, and how they thought that was so unfair, and such. Draco, thankfully, had not approached her yet, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to end up getting expelled for "accidentally" jinxing him till he couldn't speak. Boy, did she dislike him.
Soon she had eaten all she could, and just sat there, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to make the anouncement that she was the Head Girl. 'I can't wait till my first class..' she thought to herself as she waited. Looking at her schedule, she found that her first lesson was.. 'Excellent..'
Breakfast- 9:00 to 10:00- Defense Against the Dark Arts 10:00 to 11:00- Transfiguration Lunch 1:30 to 2:30- History of Magic 3:00 to 4:30- Potions- Dinner
Just as she finished reading, Dumbledore stood, and began to speak, "Now that we have all been nourished, I would like to make an announcement! I would like to ask that our new Head Girl make her way up here, so that the student body may welcome her!" Delastei smiled and stood, walking swiftly over to Dumbledore, who met her with a fond smile. She smirked, and turned towards the other witches and wizards.
"Miss Delastei Blackrose!"
Everyone clapped, some jubilantly, other just because they were expected to. Delastei nodded politely, though she didn't much like being the center of attention, then made her way back to her seat as the clapping died out.
"So that's why you have a nice room!" said one girl, Razarai Brazen, to Delastei as she sat down. Delastei nodded, relieved that everyone had stopped questioning her about her room.
Only minutes later, they were dismissed to their classes, and Delastei quickly caught up to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Harry grinned at her, "So that's why your room is so big." Delastei laughed, and rolled her eyes, "I'm suprised no one had figured that out already. I thought you were all supposed to be really smart?" she snickered playfully, and ran her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face, where it liked to hang so very well.
"Well, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts first! Let's get going!" Hermione suggested, no, commanded, and led them down the halls in the direction of the DADA classroom. They soon reached it, and entered as quietly as possible, hoping that they weren't late.
"Well, I see that you have a new friend, Harry." Professor Remus Lupin, who had returned this year to teach Defense, greeted as they entered the room. Harry nodded, "Oh, Professor Lupin! It's so great to see you!" Hermione exclaimed, and beamed at him. Lupin grinned, and turned to Ron, shaking his hand. "Doing good, Professor?" Ron asked, and Lupin nodded. Delastei smiled unneasily, and Lupin reached his hand out towards her.
"Remus Lupin." She shook his hand, "Delastei Blackrose." He answered, "Pleased to meet you." Smiling politely, she glanced at Harry. "Same here."
Lupin smiled warmly, and sat down at his desk. Only a few other students had arrived so far, so Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Delastei could all sit together. Soon the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins had arrived, and Professor Lupin began the class.
"Now, as you all know, this year is when you have N.E.W.T.s, or Nastily Exhausting Wizard Tests. Today we will be practicing the Conjunctivitus curse, which is one used to blind a foe. It's not too hard, but it will most likely be coming up in your N.E.W.T.s." He smiled, and then told them all the incantation, gave them permission to begin, and sat down to watch.
"Caecus!" Delastei shouted, pointing her wand at the rat she was to blind. In a flash, a scale-like coat covered the rat's eyes, and it began running around frantically, squeaking, and making much irritating noise. Harry's eyes widened as he watched her rat, "Wow, Des.. That's even faster than Hermione and me! And we're the best in our year!" She shrugged, "I've already learned that one."
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but his rat had escaped, and was running towards Parvati Patil, who didn't think to much of it running around her legs. "Sedes." Delastei muttered to her rat, and the scaly things disappeared from its eyes, causing it to stop making such racket.
"Well done, Miss Blackrose." came a voice from beside her. "Thank you, Professor." She grabbed her rat, preventing it to follow in Harry's rat's footsteps. "How did you know the counter curse? I did not tell you." Shrugging, she answered. "I already knew this spell. I was just telling Harry that." She smiled politely, and turned back to practicing the curse on her rat.
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"Settle down, class!" Severus Snape scolded as he entered the Potions classroom, sending a glare at Harry, as he usually did. "This year I will permit no talking during lessons! Points will be taken if I find you speaking. Understand?" There were murmers of agreement through the room, and Snape sneered, "Good. Now, we will be brewing a potion called the 'Remedium' Potion. It cures most common colds, and is particularly easy to make. The instructions, "he waved his wand and they appeared on the blackboard, "Need to be followed exactly. Begin."
He sat, and Delastei immedietely set to work, chopping some dragon liver into small pieces. Harry, who was partnered with her, began adding ingredients also, and accidentally spilled some powdered unicorn horn on the floor. "Potter! You clumsy oaf! Clean that up! 10 points from Gryffindor!" Harry grumbled under his breath, calling Snape a rather ugly name, to which Delastei inwardly snickered at.
Snape, who had heard Harry, stood and walked over to him, "What was that you said, Potter?" "I didn't say anything, Professor." he lied. "20 more points from Gryffindor for insulting me, Potter."
'What?!?' Delastei thought to herself, 'That's thirty points he's taken from Gryffindor, and the class JUST started!' she growled under her breath, glaring at her Head of House as he sent nasty glances at Harry. He just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Professor Snape?" she suddenly piped up, raising her hand.
"Yes, Miss Blackrose?" "I'd just like to say this; you are an asshole. A bastard, who thinks he's omnipotent. You are a tird, shithead, and whelp. I thought you'd like to know that." She smirked.
The whole class was staring at her, most with horrified looks on their faces. No one ever insulted Snape out loud. "So let's see.." Delastei put a finger up to her chin, "On your scale for taking points from the Gryffindors, that would be.. 713 points from Slytherin? Somewhere around there?" She sneered at him, crossing her arms.
"Detention, Miss Blackrose! Tonight, 6:00 sharp, right here!"
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Knock knock.
"Come in?"
Delastei walked into Dumbledore's office an hour later, robes not as prim as before, but still in a elegant fashion. "Professor Dumbledore? I was wondering about, uh, well.. It's something I need.. For my room, you see?" Why was she so uncomfortable?
"Yes, Delastei? What do you need?" he asked. "Apiano." He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" She shuffled her feet unneasily, "A.. piano. I've always had one. It helps me think, when I play, you know?" Dumbledore nodded, smiling as he did so. "Ah..yes, several students have passed through Hogwarts who have asked for pianos. Strange, but it seems to work for them. All of them had brilliant minds. Very well, Miss Blackrose. You shall have your piano." She smiled in gratification, and left his office.
' 5:30, better get down for dinner.' she thought, and quickened her pace, practically running towards the Great Hall.
Soon she found herself sitting with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, talking about Potions class. "Delastei, what were you thinking?!" Hermione said, in a rather mother-like way. "I simply wished to see if he would even consider taking points from his own House. That's all." she smiled. "Well, you'f better hurry and eat, or else you'll be late for detention." Delastei crossed her arms, "I'm not going." "What?!" Hermione and Ron both exclaimed at once. "I said 'I'm not going.' " Harry frowned, "You can't 'not go,' Des!" "Oh, yes, I can not go, and I'm not."
And that was that.
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Slow and soft, melodious, beautiful, elegant. Slowly building, getting louder, lower, more intense, angry even. Even louder, even lower, like a boiling temper finally overflowing. Then, with one strong, extremely loud crescendo, it started once more, soft, slow, high, like a music box..
"Where's that music coming fro-"Draco stopped as he saw the brilliant grand piano in Delastei's room. "Wow. So that's where the music was coming from.." Delastei nodded, still playingthe beautiful piece. "What's it called?" She shrugged. "Uhh.. You don't know what it's called?" She shook her head. "It doesn't have a name, because I just composed it."
He looked slightly awestruck, "You just did that? With no sheet music, no practice, at all?" she nodded. He sat down on a sofa, "Wow." She shrugged, "Not really, I've played my whole life. Now get out, I never said you could come in."
He scowled at her for a moment, then left.
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"Ugh.." Delastei groaned, rolling over in her bed the next morning. One eye popped open, and looked out her window. It looked like it was about 6:30.. She sat up, pulling her robe off a hook on her headboard, slipping it on, and standing up. Boy, was she tired. She walked over to her piano, and sat down, trying to remember a song, any song. 'Hmm..' she thought, ' Cielito Lindo.. Yes, that one will do.' And she began to play.
It was soft, peaceful, and most of all beautiful. Her fingers moved in delicate patterns, creating a tune that she had learned many years ago. Cielito Lindo. Beautiful Heaven. It wasn't too fast, but not exactly slow, either. As the song seemed to come to an end, there was a soft crescendo, and she began at the beginning once more, but much higher, so it sounded like a lullaby.
Knock knock.
"Come in." She answered, continuing to play as she did so. The door slowly opened, and Harry Potter stepped inside, "Morning Delastei. I was just coming to see if you were awake, and that if you were, if you wanted to come down to breakfast with me?" She didn't reply, but instead played a few moments longer, bringing the song to an end. "Where are Ron and Hermione? Why aren't you going with them?" she asked.
"They aren't awake." he answered.
"I see." she raised an eyebrow.
"So, will you?"
She nodded, "Sure, Harry."
He grinned, and she stood up, walking towards her dresser. She opened a drawer, took out some clothing, and turned back to Harry, "I'll be just a moment." And then she went in the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and locking it, along with the one that led to Draco's dorm.
A few minutes later she exitted the bathroom, wearing a silver, leather skirt, with a slit in the back, and a black spaghetti strap top, with a silver dragon embroidered over her heart. Her feet were clad with black, high-heeled boots; her hair tied up in a ponytail, and around her neck was a black choker, with small red jewels forming flames on it. Harry raised both eyebrows, and grinned, "Don't you look nice." Delastei rolled her eyes, "Toss me those robes, will you?" she asked, indicating some black school robes lying on her bed. He nodded, and did as she had asked.
She caught them, slipped them on, and then motioned for Harry to follow her out the door. She closed it behind her, making sure not to disturb Destiny, who was asleep in her portrait. Harry stopped a moment to look at the picture, "Who is she, I wonder?" Delastei looked strangely at him, " She is Destiny Lorelei, one of the greatest wizards ever to live. And trust me, she stills lives." Harry frowned, "What do you mean? She's still alive?"
She nodded, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off to breakfast.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I really haven't had too much time to write. My nephews have been here all week.. Well, please review!
Caecus- Latin for 'blind.' Sedes- Latin for 'see.'
Shawana: Thanks for the praise, sis!
sparklypiggy: You'll soon find out why Delastei is slightly Mary-Sue, and I assure you that it's a very good reason. Also, as I stated above, my keyboard is broken, so that's what's up with the grammar and stuff. Thanks for the opinion on the POV's. I'll remember in the future not to do it so much.
xColey07x: Thank you so much for the encouragement!
Deborah in L.A.: Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! FINALLY someone who realizes what a real Mary-sue is! I am so glad that you reviewed! Once again, thank...you!!!
shazzargal: I'm glad that you like the story. Please review again!
Gilraen: Glad you enjoyed it.
OrChDoRkGiRl: I'm very glad you submitted your review! I hope you like this chapter.
Soccer-Bitch: Well, you'll probably find out soon. This fic won't be too long. Well, actually, it might be pretty long if I can get more reviews like yours!
sophie: Glad you're liking this so far. Please review again!
gboyary: I hope you enjoy this rather short chapter!
Paige: Yeah, the poems are mine. I don't think they're very good, but I'm not about to steel someone else's. I'm glad that you reviewed!
PiXiEPiE: I plan too! grin
Brocaw Babe: I'm not so sure Harry wouldn't like a girl from Slytherin, but don't worry. As soon as Delastei (Dell-uh-sty) reveals who she is, their 'relationship' will come to an abrupt halt. Now, about Hermione not being Head Girl, I only did that because I'm tired of the same person always having that position in every single fanfic. I just wanted to add a little unusuality. Now, no one actually knows how old Delastei is, but she hasn't graduated, so she is still allowed in school. Also, I'd like to say that Delastei is in no way Mary-Sue. Mary-Sue's are the nicest, most beautiful, smartest, wittiest, perfect (or so it seems) people you'd ever meet. Delastei doesn't fit any of those. She slightly flaky, only good in some areas of schooling, she IS beautiful (okay, so that's one.), she is only slightly witty, and she is most definetely not perfect. Although I disagree with you on that small issue, I'm very glad you reviewed, and hope you do so again.
potts: Glad you're enjoying it! Please review again!
Alexis Strange: Thank you very much for your review!! I like you already. Hope you like this chapter.
If I missed anyone, please forgive me!! Now, I would like everyone to read the following review, and learn from it:
This is an intriguing story. Also, contrary to what other reviewers may think, her very abrasive and snappish attitude (completely justified in light of the situations she finds herself in) proves that she knows how to takecare of herself and to defend her dignity--in short, she's very definitely not a Mary Sue. She's not simultaneously Malfoy's friend, and also a friend of the Gryfendore Trio.
She's fiesty and if she thought that Professor Snape was out of line, and he had ticked her off, I believe she could hold her own with him in an argument. She'd probably feel that risking losing points from her own House, and serving detention as well, would be worth it if she felt like blowing up at Snape in class. Sometimes someone should tell that particular professor off--and if the situation warrented it, I don't think she would hesitate to do it herself, regardless of the consequences.
Also, a Mary Sue would be an artificially happy person who was pals with everyone--as unlikely as that may be in any kind of real, magical, or alternative world--and oozing syrup from a twisted and artificial soft warm fuzzy glow of unreality and hyper-extroversion. Anyone who was a Mary Sue couldn't write poetry that was so deeply in touch with past—and perhaps present--hurts and deep anquished pain. I think you have the beginning of an exciting story. Please don't let the unthinking non-sense that some people throw into their reviews get you down.I really do hope that you will be inspired to write more chapters soon. --Deborah in Los Angeles.
CiaHottie: And now! On with the fic!
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"Morning, Hermione, Ron, Harry." Delastei said as she walked past the Gryffindor table towards the Slytherin one. She smiled at Harry, and would have said more, but a Slytherin girl began herding her forward before she could.
When she sat down at her House table, she was immedietely surrounded by people who began sending questions at her as to why she had a dorm all to herself, and how they thought that was so unfair, and such. Draco, thankfully, had not approached her yet, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to end up getting expelled for "accidentally" jinxing him till he couldn't speak. Boy, did she dislike him.
Soon she had eaten all she could, and just sat there, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to make the anouncement that she was the Head Girl. 'I can't wait till my first class..' she thought to herself as she waited. Looking at her schedule, she found that her first lesson was.. 'Excellent..'
Breakfast- 9:00 to 10:00- Defense Against the Dark Arts 10:00 to 11:00- Transfiguration Lunch 1:30 to 2:30- History of Magic 3:00 to 4:30- Potions- Dinner
Just as she finished reading, Dumbledore stood, and began to speak, "Now that we have all been nourished, I would like to make an announcement! I would like to ask that our new Head Girl make her way up here, so that the student body may welcome her!" Delastei smiled and stood, walking swiftly over to Dumbledore, who met her with a fond smile. She smirked, and turned towards the other witches and wizards.
"Miss Delastei Blackrose!"
Everyone clapped, some jubilantly, other just because they were expected to. Delastei nodded politely, though she didn't much like being the center of attention, then made her way back to her seat as the clapping died out.
"So that's why you have a nice room!" said one girl, Razarai Brazen, to Delastei as she sat down. Delastei nodded, relieved that everyone had stopped questioning her about her room.
Only minutes later, they were dismissed to their classes, and Delastei quickly caught up to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Harry grinned at her, "So that's why your room is so big." Delastei laughed, and rolled her eyes, "I'm suprised no one had figured that out already. I thought you were all supposed to be really smart?" she snickered playfully, and ran her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face, where it liked to hang so very well.
"Well, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts first! Let's get going!" Hermione suggested, no, commanded, and led them down the halls in the direction of the DADA classroom. They soon reached it, and entered as quietly as possible, hoping that they weren't late.
"Well, I see that you have a new friend, Harry." Professor Remus Lupin, who had returned this year to teach Defense, greeted as they entered the room. Harry nodded, "Oh, Professor Lupin! It's so great to see you!" Hermione exclaimed, and beamed at him. Lupin grinned, and turned to Ron, shaking his hand. "Doing good, Professor?" Ron asked, and Lupin nodded. Delastei smiled unneasily, and Lupin reached his hand out towards her.
"Remus Lupin." She shook his hand, "Delastei Blackrose." He answered, "Pleased to meet you." Smiling politely, she glanced at Harry. "Same here."
Lupin smiled warmly, and sat down at his desk. Only a few other students had arrived so far, so Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Delastei could all sit together. Soon the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins had arrived, and Professor Lupin began the class.
"Now, as you all know, this year is when you have N.E.W.T.s, or Nastily Exhausting Wizard Tests. Today we will be practicing the Conjunctivitus curse, which is one used to blind a foe. It's not too hard, but it will most likely be coming up in your N.E.W.T.s." He smiled, and then told them all the incantation, gave them permission to begin, and sat down to watch.
"Caecus!" Delastei shouted, pointing her wand at the rat she was to blind. In a flash, a scale-like coat covered the rat's eyes, and it began running around frantically, squeaking, and making much irritating noise. Harry's eyes widened as he watched her rat, "Wow, Des.. That's even faster than Hermione and me! And we're the best in our year!" She shrugged, "I've already learned that one."
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but his rat had escaped, and was running towards Parvati Patil, who didn't think to much of it running around her legs. "Sedes." Delastei muttered to her rat, and the scaly things disappeared from its eyes, causing it to stop making such racket.
"Well done, Miss Blackrose." came a voice from beside her. "Thank you, Professor." She grabbed her rat, preventing it to follow in Harry's rat's footsteps. "How did you know the counter curse? I did not tell you." Shrugging, she answered. "I already knew this spell. I was just telling Harry that." She smiled politely, and turned back to practicing the curse on her rat.
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"Settle down, class!" Severus Snape scolded as he entered the Potions classroom, sending a glare at Harry, as he usually did. "This year I will permit no talking during lessons! Points will be taken if I find you speaking. Understand?" There were murmers of agreement through the room, and Snape sneered, "Good. Now, we will be brewing a potion called the 'Remedium' Potion. It cures most common colds, and is particularly easy to make. The instructions, "he waved his wand and they appeared on the blackboard, "Need to be followed exactly. Begin."
He sat, and Delastei immedietely set to work, chopping some dragon liver into small pieces. Harry, who was partnered with her, began adding ingredients also, and accidentally spilled some powdered unicorn horn on the floor. "Potter! You clumsy oaf! Clean that up! 10 points from Gryffindor!" Harry grumbled under his breath, calling Snape a rather ugly name, to which Delastei inwardly snickered at.
Snape, who had heard Harry, stood and walked over to him, "What was that you said, Potter?" "I didn't say anything, Professor." he lied. "20 more points from Gryffindor for insulting me, Potter."
'What?!?' Delastei thought to herself, 'That's thirty points he's taken from Gryffindor, and the class JUST started!' she growled under her breath, glaring at her Head of House as he sent nasty glances at Harry. He just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Professor Snape?" she suddenly piped up, raising her hand.
"Yes, Miss Blackrose?" "I'd just like to say this; you are an asshole. A bastard, who thinks he's omnipotent. You are a tird, shithead, and whelp. I thought you'd like to know that." She smirked.
The whole class was staring at her, most with horrified looks on their faces. No one ever insulted Snape out loud. "So let's see.." Delastei put a finger up to her chin, "On your scale for taking points from the Gryffindors, that would be.. 713 points from Slytherin? Somewhere around there?" She sneered at him, crossing her arms.
"Detention, Miss Blackrose! Tonight, 6:00 sharp, right here!"
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Knock knock.
"Come in?"
Delastei walked into Dumbledore's office an hour later, robes not as prim as before, but still in a elegant fashion. "Professor Dumbledore? I was wondering about, uh, well.. It's something I need.. For my room, you see?" Why was she so uncomfortable?
"Yes, Delastei? What do you need?" he asked. "Apiano." He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" She shuffled her feet unneasily, "A.. piano. I've always had one. It helps me think, when I play, you know?" Dumbledore nodded, smiling as he did so. "Ah..yes, several students have passed through Hogwarts who have asked for pianos. Strange, but it seems to work for them. All of them had brilliant minds. Very well, Miss Blackrose. You shall have your piano." She smiled in gratification, and left his office.
' 5:30, better get down for dinner.' she thought, and quickened her pace, practically running towards the Great Hall.
Soon she found herself sitting with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, talking about Potions class. "Delastei, what were you thinking?!" Hermione said, in a rather mother-like way. "I simply wished to see if he would even consider taking points from his own House. That's all." she smiled. "Well, you'f better hurry and eat, or else you'll be late for detention." Delastei crossed her arms, "I'm not going." "What?!" Hermione and Ron both exclaimed at once. "I said 'I'm not going.' " Harry frowned, "You can't 'not go,' Des!" "Oh, yes, I can not go, and I'm not."
And that was that.
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Slow and soft, melodious, beautiful, elegant. Slowly building, getting louder, lower, more intense, angry even. Even louder, even lower, like a boiling temper finally overflowing. Then, with one strong, extremely loud crescendo, it started once more, soft, slow, high, like a music box..
"Where's that music coming fro-"Draco stopped as he saw the brilliant grand piano in Delastei's room. "Wow. So that's where the music was coming from.." Delastei nodded, still playingthe beautiful piece. "What's it called?" She shrugged. "Uhh.. You don't know what it's called?" She shook her head. "It doesn't have a name, because I just composed it."
He looked slightly awestruck, "You just did that? With no sheet music, no practice, at all?" she nodded. He sat down on a sofa, "Wow." She shrugged, "Not really, I've played my whole life. Now get out, I never said you could come in."
He scowled at her for a moment, then left.
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"Ugh.." Delastei groaned, rolling over in her bed the next morning. One eye popped open, and looked out her window. It looked like it was about 6:30.. She sat up, pulling her robe off a hook on her headboard, slipping it on, and standing up. Boy, was she tired. She walked over to her piano, and sat down, trying to remember a song, any song. 'Hmm..' she thought, ' Cielito Lindo.. Yes, that one will do.' And she began to play.
It was soft, peaceful, and most of all beautiful. Her fingers moved in delicate patterns, creating a tune that she had learned many years ago. Cielito Lindo. Beautiful Heaven. It wasn't too fast, but not exactly slow, either. As the song seemed to come to an end, there was a soft crescendo, and she began at the beginning once more, but much higher, so it sounded like a lullaby.
Knock knock.
"Come in." She answered, continuing to play as she did so. The door slowly opened, and Harry Potter stepped inside, "Morning Delastei. I was just coming to see if you were awake, and that if you were, if you wanted to come down to breakfast with me?" She didn't reply, but instead played a few moments longer, bringing the song to an end. "Where are Ron and Hermione? Why aren't you going with them?" she asked.
"They aren't awake." he answered.
"I see." she raised an eyebrow.
"So, will you?"
She nodded, "Sure, Harry."
He grinned, and she stood up, walking towards her dresser. She opened a drawer, took out some clothing, and turned back to Harry, "I'll be just a moment." And then she went in the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and locking it, along with the one that led to Draco's dorm.
A few minutes later she exitted the bathroom, wearing a silver, leather skirt, with a slit in the back, and a black spaghetti strap top, with a silver dragon embroidered over her heart. Her feet were clad with black, high-heeled boots; her hair tied up in a ponytail, and around her neck was a black choker, with small red jewels forming flames on it. Harry raised both eyebrows, and grinned, "Don't you look nice." Delastei rolled her eyes, "Toss me those robes, will you?" she asked, indicating some black school robes lying on her bed. He nodded, and did as she had asked.
She caught them, slipped them on, and then motioned for Harry to follow her out the door. She closed it behind her, making sure not to disturb Destiny, who was asleep in her portrait. Harry stopped a moment to look at the picture, "Who is she, I wonder?" Delastei looked strangely at him, " She is Destiny Lorelei, one of the greatest wizards ever to live. And trust me, she stills lives." Harry frowned, "What do you mean? She's still alive?"
She nodded, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off to breakfast.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I really haven't had too much time to write. My nephews have been here all week.. Well, please review!
Caecus- Latin for 'blind.' Sedes- Latin for 'see.'