A stranger walked up to Shannelle as she lay helpless in the alley. The sky was getting darker by the minute. That stranger, Lavendar Brown, saw her immediately but did not know her.
"Uh, are you ok?"
Shannelle looked at her. "Well you kind of left me hanging, buddy."
Lavender felt her forehead. She was burning up.
"I'm not your-"
"Listen if we're gonna find this boy you're so crazy about we gotta get me some new threads."
"What? Don't you have any money?"
"Uh no, you promised you'd take me shopping. HELLO!"
Lavender was confused. "I did?"
Shannelle stood. "Hey you're trying to get out of this! I'm your best friend! That's not what best friends do.." She fell on her knees.
Lavender tried to make her happy. "No I promised you this, so here we go." She grabbed Shannelle and helped her up. "Shoes? Do you need some?"
Shannelle nodded. "Do I ever."
Des and Dean struggled to walk through what Des saw as the food court, which was really the hallway inside the school. She would "ooh" and "ahh" and try and figure out what to pick but what she was really looking at were the paintings and decorations on the walls.
"Des, How long have you liked me?"
He thought now as any time to ask her how she really felt.
She stopped and pointed her finger to be exact. "Since you lived by me when I was small. And I would hang out with you. But not when I was young you know, just when I was older. You know what I mean."
He nodded, pretending he understood.
"Oh, forever Dean. You were such a cute baby. 7 pounds and 3 ounces."
He stopped and turned at her. "How do you know?"
"Well...I used to read that baby book in your house all the time. Remember that? And the time we went to camp together? Uh huh good times."
He smiled. He had liked her for a while too.
"Des, I always thought you were madly in love with Ron."
"Hm, who is this Ron?"
They continued walking until they reached the dorm.
"The guy you're dating."
"No. I'm dating you." She frowned.
Snowflakes were falling inside the school.
"Snow? Ice?" She asked. A puppy appeared from in front of them.
"Hey puppy! Is this yours, Dean?"
"Uh....well yes I'm watching it for a friend."
She pet it and smiled. They were standing right outside the dorm.
"Does it have a name?"
He looked at the dog. Even the dog looked confused. "Uh yeah. The dog's name is Mystic."
Des stood and put her finger on her chin.
"Mystic, mystic, mystic... that name is so familiar....- Oh well."
He opened the door and walked them both inside.
Des walked into the dorm with him. Her appearance had changed since she was last in there, but they wouldn't recognize her. Her hair was raven black, her eyes too, and she was wearing a black skirt, a pink top and cute shoes. She could see into anyone's mind or heart that she wanted to.
She played with the puppy for a minute and then gave Dean a kiss on the lips. And he kissed her back.
They started making out in the middle of the dorm room when Ginny walked in.
"What the-"
Both Des and Dean stopped, looking at Ginny. She was way mad.
"Dean. What are you doing?"
Des stepped forward first. "Hi, I'm....uh... I'm from his old neighborhood. I'm sorry."
She hugged Ginny.
"Get OFF me! DEAN!"
Dean looked shaken up.
"AND don't you DARE tell me you didn't START IT!"
He walked to the window, mumbling something about being hungry.
Des spoke up. "It's not like you guys are going out.."
Ginny looked heartbroken. "YOU TOLD HER????!"
Dean jumped. "No, I didn't say-"
"He didn't say anything. I swear on my mother's grave that he didn't."
Ginny looked at her awkwardly. "How do I know your mother is dead?"
"Oh. You know."
Ginny walked up to her and looked at her face. "You look like someone I know."
"Really and WHO might that be?"
Dean waved his arms around telling her not to.
"Well, if you really want to know, you remind me of my stupid friend Des. She was supposed to meet me for lunch today since she came back but she just bolted. Maybe you know her. She's so stupid. She makes promises she can't keep." Ginny angrily stormed out of the room, and Dean followed her.
Des strolled down and sat back in her chair. She reached for her necklace. It was a locket, given to her by her father before he died. Inside it was two things she loved about him most; a picture of him laughing, and he and her mom smiling. She closed it quickly as the power went out in the common room. Mike, Harry and Ron entered in the dark.
"Hello??"Des called out into the darkness.
"It's me, Ron and Harry," Mike said, stumbling over the rug by the fireplace as they found her.
The door opened again, but she was sure it wasn't someone she'd want to meet.
"Hello?" She called again, hoping it was someone, anyone really, who wasn't going to kill her. She had become so paranoid recently. Maybe because Craig had tried to kill her. Yeah, she thought, that was it.
A man in a cloak, with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other, hovered on his broom. Towards them. Stopping right next to them, he spoke in a raspy voice.
"You four, let's go, right now.." His voice, though he tried, didn't command much attention.
Des, shaking, walked forward and followed. Then Ron, Harry, and Mike.
They went through a fireplace all at once. Suddenly, they were in the middle of Ireland. And for all that she knew, that man in the cloak was gone. As Des stood up and got her surroundings, Ron kicked Harry and Mike scratched his head.
"Where'd he go?" Mike questioned. She didn't really know, and neither did Ron or Harry.
With Des leading the way thinking everything was alright, Ron followed behind her, then Harry, then Mike.
An Irishman walked ahead of them about 100 feet. She called out to him, "Hello?" but was cut short.
He turned around to see her being pushed to the ground, by, of course, the man in the cloak.
"You thought you'd try and get away, huh?"
Ron stepped backwards, and was immediately hit over the head with a iron bar, landing on the ground like a doll. Harry tripped backwards and tried to run away, but another cloaked man caught him and dragged him along, leaving just the three, and the Irishman.
Mike was about to help Ron up, when his hands became tied, and he sat in a chair. He was being questioned. But he couldn't think straight. He kept thinking, "Need.... help? Runnn, Mike... " They wouldn't let him go until they got the right information out of him.
And they sent him back so he couldn't help, really.
By then, Des lay flat on the ground, with a stake in the air over where her heart was. Ron was still yelping with pain as the bar returned to hit him. Soon he was quiet. She rolled her head up on the ground to see. He was un-conscience. 'Crap,' she thought, 'don't die on me, Ron.' She rolled her head back, just to see the stake go straight into her heart.
She didn't die, as she expected. No, she got up, and felt completely different. Strange, but different. The man had vanished. Ron had been taken away. The Irishman stood there in disbelief when she rose, smiled and put out her hand for him to shake. "Destiny Woods, and you are?"
'He is cute,' Des thought.'probably not much older than me..'
"I'm, uh, Jack Bensen. Live just around the corner."
Des wobbled. Things were getting blurry. Wait, c'mon, I wanna see Jack. No, stand up, Des, come on....
Within seconds, she was on the ground.
"Uh, are you ok?"
Shannelle looked at her. "Well you kind of left me hanging, buddy."
Lavender felt her forehead. She was burning up.
"I'm not your-"
"Listen if we're gonna find this boy you're so crazy about we gotta get me some new threads."
"What? Don't you have any money?"
"Uh no, you promised you'd take me shopping. HELLO!"
Lavender was confused. "I did?"
Shannelle stood. "Hey you're trying to get out of this! I'm your best friend! That's not what best friends do.." She fell on her knees.
Lavender tried to make her happy. "No I promised you this, so here we go." She grabbed Shannelle and helped her up. "Shoes? Do you need some?"
Shannelle nodded. "Do I ever."
Des and Dean struggled to walk through what Des saw as the food court, which was really the hallway inside the school. She would "ooh" and "ahh" and try and figure out what to pick but what she was really looking at were the paintings and decorations on the walls.
"Des, How long have you liked me?"
He thought now as any time to ask her how she really felt.
She stopped and pointed her finger to be exact. "Since you lived by me when I was small. And I would hang out with you. But not when I was young you know, just when I was older. You know what I mean."
He nodded, pretending he understood.
"Oh, forever Dean. You were such a cute baby. 7 pounds and 3 ounces."
He stopped and turned at her. "How do you know?"
"Well...I used to read that baby book in your house all the time. Remember that? And the time we went to camp together? Uh huh good times."
He smiled. He had liked her for a while too.
"Des, I always thought you were madly in love with Ron."
"Hm, who is this Ron?"
They continued walking until they reached the dorm.
"The guy you're dating."
"No. I'm dating you." She frowned.
Snowflakes were falling inside the school.
"Snow? Ice?" She asked. A puppy appeared from in front of them.
"Hey puppy! Is this yours, Dean?"
"Uh....well yes I'm watching it for a friend."
She pet it and smiled. They were standing right outside the dorm.
"Does it have a name?"
He looked at the dog. Even the dog looked confused. "Uh yeah. The dog's name is Mystic."
Des stood and put her finger on her chin.
"Mystic, mystic, mystic... that name is so familiar....- Oh well."
He opened the door and walked them both inside.
Des walked into the dorm with him. Her appearance had changed since she was last in there, but they wouldn't recognize her. Her hair was raven black, her eyes too, and she was wearing a black skirt, a pink top and cute shoes. She could see into anyone's mind or heart that she wanted to.
She played with the puppy for a minute and then gave Dean a kiss on the lips. And he kissed her back.
They started making out in the middle of the dorm room when Ginny walked in.
"What the-"
Both Des and Dean stopped, looking at Ginny. She was way mad.
"Dean. What are you doing?"
Des stepped forward first. "Hi, I'm....uh... I'm from his old neighborhood. I'm sorry."
She hugged Ginny.
"Get OFF me! DEAN!"
Dean looked shaken up.
"AND don't you DARE tell me you didn't START IT!"
He walked to the window, mumbling something about being hungry.
Des spoke up. "It's not like you guys are going out.."
Ginny looked heartbroken. "YOU TOLD HER????!"
Dean jumped. "No, I didn't say-"
"He didn't say anything. I swear on my mother's grave that he didn't."
Ginny looked at her awkwardly. "How do I know your mother is dead?"
"Oh. You know."
Ginny walked up to her and looked at her face. "You look like someone I know."
"Really and WHO might that be?"
Dean waved his arms around telling her not to.
"Well, if you really want to know, you remind me of my stupid friend Des. She was supposed to meet me for lunch today since she came back but she just bolted. Maybe you know her. She's so stupid. She makes promises she can't keep." Ginny angrily stormed out of the room, and Dean followed her.
Des strolled down and sat back in her chair. She reached for her necklace. It was a locket, given to her by her father before he died. Inside it was two things she loved about him most; a picture of him laughing, and he and her mom smiling. She closed it quickly as the power went out in the common room. Mike, Harry and Ron entered in the dark.
"Hello??"Des called out into the darkness.
"It's me, Ron and Harry," Mike said, stumbling over the rug by the fireplace as they found her.
The door opened again, but she was sure it wasn't someone she'd want to meet.
"Hello?" She called again, hoping it was someone, anyone really, who wasn't going to kill her. She had become so paranoid recently. Maybe because Craig had tried to kill her. Yeah, she thought, that was it.
A man in a cloak, with a knife in one hand and a wand in the other, hovered on his broom. Towards them. Stopping right next to them, he spoke in a raspy voice.
"You four, let's go, right now.." His voice, though he tried, didn't command much attention.
Des, shaking, walked forward and followed. Then Ron, Harry, and Mike.
They went through a fireplace all at once. Suddenly, they were in the middle of Ireland. And for all that she knew, that man in the cloak was gone. As Des stood up and got her surroundings, Ron kicked Harry and Mike scratched his head.
"Where'd he go?" Mike questioned. She didn't really know, and neither did Ron or Harry.
With Des leading the way thinking everything was alright, Ron followed behind her, then Harry, then Mike.
An Irishman walked ahead of them about 100 feet. She called out to him, "Hello?" but was cut short.
He turned around to see her being pushed to the ground, by, of course, the man in the cloak.
"You thought you'd try and get away, huh?"
Ron stepped backwards, and was immediately hit over the head with a iron bar, landing on the ground like a doll. Harry tripped backwards and tried to run away, but another cloaked man caught him and dragged him along, leaving just the three, and the Irishman.
Mike was about to help Ron up, when his hands became tied, and he sat in a chair. He was being questioned. But he couldn't think straight. He kept thinking, "Need.... help? Runnn, Mike... " They wouldn't let him go until they got the right information out of him.
And they sent him back so he couldn't help, really.
By then, Des lay flat on the ground, with a stake in the air over where her heart was. Ron was still yelping with pain as the bar returned to hit him. Soon he was quiet. She rolled her head up on the ground to see. He was un-conscience. 'Crap,' she thought, 'don't die on me, Ron.' She rolled her head back, just to see the stake go straight into her heart.
She didn't die, as she expected. No, she got up, and felt completely different. Strange, but different. The man had vanished. Ron had been taken away. The Irishman stood there in disbelief when she rose, smiled and put out her hand for him to shake. "Destiny Woods, and you are?"
'He is cute,' Des thought.'probably not much older than me..'
"I'm, uh, Jack Bensen. Live just around the corner."
Des wobbled. Things were getting blurry. Wait, c'mon, I wanna see Jack. No, stand up, Des, come on....
Within seconds, she was on the ground.