And You Will know Us by The Trail of Dead
Chapter 2- Slayee
"Mother's not herself today." – Norman Bates, Psycho
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Ginny hurried to class. Not wanting to be late for the first day of school she jogged as quickly as her books would allow her.
Why didn't they wake me up? Ginny thought as she clutched her books.
"Hey, Weasel!" came a call behind her.
Oh Lord, its Malfoy... "Yes?" she said a bit exasperated as she turned.
"You dropped this," the blond smirked. In the tall boy's grasp, Ginny could see that he had one of her textbooks. It was a dirty, ripped old thing that had been Ron's the year before.
Trying to be civil she answered, "Thanks, Malfoy," and held out her hand.
"Sorry, Weasel, manners won't get you anywhere..." he dangled it in front of her.
"Just give it here, Malfoy, we're going to be late." Shifting her books to one arm she rested the other on her hip, letting him know she meant business.
"Trying be assertive, Weasley?" Malfoy laughed before throwing it down the hall. "Go fetch." She sent him a withering glare and continued down the hall picking up the textbook on the way.
Stupid Malfoy.
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Below the castle, it stirred. Hungry. ------------------------------------------------------------
Ginny arrived in class just on time. Seating herself next to Lisa in the back she prepared to take notes.
"Now class can anyone tell me about vampires?" the new professor asked.
Hands shot up. "Yes?" she called on Colin.
"Vampires are the undead. They feed on blood and can turn humans into vampires," Colin said.
"Very good, ten points to Griffindor," the professor replied. "And who can tell me how to vanquish a vampire without his or her wand?"
Ginny's hand shot into the air, she knew the answer and was determined to make a good impression on this teacher.
"Yes? Miss...Weasley?" her teacher asked.
"To 'kill' a vampire you must pierce its heart with a wooden stake, sever its head, throw holy water on it, set it on fire, or subject it to sunlight. A vampire can be warded off by crucifixes and garlic, though that method doesn't smell so nice."
The professor laughed, "No, it doesn't. Fifteen points to Griffindor. Unfortunately, wizards have not yet found a spell that vanquishes one without using one of these elements. To use your wand you may set it on fire, send a wooden projectile though it's heart, or use a nice severing charm. Now who can tell me what happens when one of these solutions is implemented?"
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The sun had gone down hours ago. Draco lay in bed and thought about the next day. Of course he would torture more pathetic little muggle-lovers and mudbloods for the mere reason of it being expected of him.
Hmm...I think I will wear my plaid boxers tomorrow... (A/N: sorry, couldn't resist, I love plaid and Draco!) Oer, and my red socks to match-
He was shaken from his reverie by an anguished, blood-curdling scream that seemed to be next to him.
Wrenching the curtains from his friend's bed, two down from his own, he found the source of the sound. He found Blaise. He found he could see his breath. He found the darkness receding into the shadows.
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A/N: TA-DA!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry descriptive!DeadBlaise up next! And Who will Harry & Co. blame it on this time? Draco? Snape? Voldy? The CANDYMAN?!?!?
The answer up if some one will click the review button!!!!!!!!
Chapter 2- Slayee
"Mother's not herself today." – Norman Bates, Psycho
----------------------------------------------
Ginny hurried to class. Not wanting to be late for the first day of school she jogged as quickly as her books would allow her.
Why didn't they wake me up? Ginny thought as she clutched her books.
"Hey, Weasel!" came a call behind her.
Oh Lord, its Malfoy... "Yes?" she said a bit exasperated as she turned.
"You dropped this," the blond smirked. In the tall boy's grasp, Ginny could see that he had one of her textbooks. It was a dirty, ripped old thing that had been Ron's the year before.
Trying to be civil she answered, "Thanks, Malfoy," and held out her hand.
"Sorry, Weasel, manners won't get you anywhere..." he dangled it in front of her.
"Just give it here, Malfoy, we're going to be late." Shifting her books to one arm she rested the other on her hip, letting him know she meant business.
"Trying be assertive, Weasley?" Malfoy laughed before throwing it down the hall. "Go fetch." She sent him a withering glare and continued down the hall picking up the textbook on the way.
Stupid Malfoy.
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Below the castle, it stirred. Hungry. ------------------------------------------------------------
Ginny arrived in class just on time. Seating herself next to Lisa in the back she prepared to take notes.
"Now class can anyone tell me about vampires?" the new professor asked.
Hands shot up. "Yes?" she called on Colin.
"Vampires are the undead. They feed on blood and can turn humans into vampires," Colin said.
"Very good, ten points to Griffindor," the professor replied. "And who can tell me how to vanquish a vampire without his or her wand?"
Ginny's hand shot into the air, she knew the answer and was determined to make a good impression on this teacher.
"Yes? Miss...Weasley?" her teacher asked.
"To 'kill' a vampire you must pierce its heart with a wooden stake, sever its head, throw holy water on it, set it on fire, or subject it to sunlight. A vampire can be warded off by crucifixes and garlic, though that method doesn't smell so nice."
The professor laughed, "No, it doesn't. Fifteen points to Griffindor. Unfortunately, wizards have not yet found a spell that vanquishes one without using one of these elements. To use your wand you may set it on fire, send a wooden projectile though it's heart, or use a nice severing charm. Now who can tell me what happens when one of these solutions is implemented?"
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The sun had gone down hours ago. Draco lay in bed and thought about the next day. Of course he would torture more pathetic little muggle-lovers and mudbloods for the mere reason of it being expected of him.
Hmm...I think I will wear my plaid boxers tomorrow... (A/N: sorry, couldn't resist, I love plaid and Draco!) Oer, and my red socks to match-
He was shaken from his reverie by an anguished, blood-curdling scream that seemed to be next to him.
Wrenching the curtains from his friend's bed, two down from his own, he found the source of the sound. He found Blaise. He found he could see his breath. He found the darkness receding into the shadows.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
A/N: TA-DA!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry descriptive!DeadBlaise up next! And Who will Harry & Co. blame it on this time? Draco? Snape? Voldy? The CANDYMAN?!?!?
The answer up if some one will click the review button!!!!!!!!
