. Snape had a strange bowl placed on the desk, and he seemed to be filling
it with strange magical strings from his mind. Onya gasped so loudly that
Snape was disturbed from his thoughts and quickly looked up,
" What are you doing girl?! How dare you?! " He shouted. Onya stood her ground, she was not going to run away, she had the right to be here so she stood up straight and peered round at the odd looking bowl.
" What is it" She asked. Snape breathed deeply and looked around,
" It is a penisive." He snapped back at her. He saw her confused face so told her how it works,
" It stores memories, that's all, DONT touch it!" He quickly added seeing her reach for the liquid inside. Onya quickly retrieved her hand and began to understand,
" Oh, right, sorry. I wouldn't want people seeing my memories either." She told him, whilst pulling up a chair by the side of his desk. Snape sat down and laughed,
" Why not? I bet you have nothing to be embarrassed of." He told her spitefully. Onya almost smiled,
" You have no idea ." She answered back flatly.
" I think I might do Onya, I think I have suffered a bit more than you have in this life." She answered her back, more loudly this time, Onya narrowed her eyebrows,
" What, because your older? So come on, what's your worst memory eh? I bet I have just as many to compete." Onya snapped.
Snape opened his mouth to say something, but then obviously changed his mind and shut it again, he looked down then asked,
" What kind of memories have you had? Your only just out of school."
"Yeah, well, school was enough to give me bad memories thanks." She replied, glancing around the dungeon.
Snape looked her straight into her eyes,
"What happened?" Onya sighed and looked up at Snape,
" Well, it's not like it was really bad or anything, I just, well I didn't really have that many friends in my school, that's all." She told him then she added,
" Well, when I say not that many, I mean none. In fact, pretty everyone hated me! God I'm sorry I sound so pathetic." She shook her head then looked back at Snape, who was still looking at her through his wide eyes,
" You? People hated you?" He stated in shock. Snape had always just thought people picked on the people who they thought were freaks, or ugly, or hooked nosed, greasy haired and without anybody else in the world. But Onya was certainly none of these, except maybe she was little different to other people.
Onya started to laugh,
" Yeah, Why wouldn't it happen to me?! But there was this once, I got threw in a lake. I mean, I love the creatures that live in lakes and stuff, but I seriously thought I was going to die. I wished so much that someone would just put there hand down and help me up, but no. They just stood there, laughing at my attempt to swim." She shuddered at the memory.
"Well, what happened then?" Snape asked her with urgency.
"Well, you see we had this, creature in the lake, it was like an octopus, but much more tentacles. Anyway, as my hair got caught in the reeds and I struggled to swim, it wrapped its tentacles around me and pushed me up, tearing lots of my hair off with it. I suppose they are trained to do that. "
Snape nodded seriously, Onya smiled and looked at him, and started to chuckle a bit,
" We are a bit pathetic aren't we?!" She laughed, Snape didn't laugh, but as Onya got up she was sure she could make out a distinct chuckle upon his lips.
" What are you doing girl?! How dare you?! " He shouted. Onya stood her ground, she was not going to run away, she had the right to be here so she stood up straight and peered round at the odd looking bowl.
" What is it" She asked. Snape breathed deeply and looked around,
" It is a penisive." He snapped back at her. He saw her confused face so told her how it works,
" It stores memories, that's all, DONT touch it!" He quickly added seeing her reach for the liquid inside. Onya quickly retrieved her hand and began to understand,
" Oh, right, sorry. I wouldn't want people seeing my memories either." She told him, whilst pulling up a chair by the side of his desk. Snape sat down and laughed,
" Why not? I bet you have nothing to be embarrassed of." He told her spitefully. Onya almost smiled,
" You have no idea ." She answered back flatly.
" I think I might do Onya, I think I have suffered a bit more than you have in this life." She answered her back, more loudly this time, Onya narrowed her eyebrows,
" What, because your older? So come on, what's your worst memory eh? I bet I have just as many to compete." Onya snapped.
Snape opened his mouth to say something, but then obviously changed his mind and shut it again, he looked down then asked,
" What kind of memories have you had? Your only just out of school."
"Yeah, well, school was enough to give me bad memories thanks." She replied, glancing around the dungeon.
Snape looked her straight into her eyes,
"What happened?" Onya sighed and looked up at Snape,
" Well, it's not like it was really bad or anything, I just, well I didn't really have that many friends in my school, that's all." She told him then she added,
" Well, when I say not that many, I mean none. In fact, pretty everyone hated me! God I'm sorry I sound so pathetic." She shook her head then looked back at Snape, who was still looking at her through his wide eyes,
" You? People hated you?" He stated in shock. Snape had always just thought people picked on the people who they thought were freaks, or ugly, or hooked nosed, greasy haired and without anybody else in the world. But Onya was certainly none of these, except maybe she was little different to other people.
Onya started to laugh,
" Yeah, Why wouldn't it happen to me?! But there was this once, I got threw in a lake. I mean, I love the creatures that live in lakes and stuff, but I seriously thought I was going to die. I wished so much that someone would just put there hand down and help me up, but no. They just stood there, laughing at my attempt to swim." She shuddered at the memory.
"Well, what happened then?" Snape asked her with urgency.
"Well, you see we had this, creature in the lake, it was like an octopus, but much more tentacles. Anyway, as my hair got caught in the reeds and I struggled to swim, it wrapped its tentacles around me and pushed me up, tearing lots of my hair off with it. I suppose they are trained to do that. "
Snape nodded seriously, Onya smiled and looked at him, and started to chuckle a bit,
" We are a bit pathetic aren't we?!" She laughed, Snape didn't laugh, but as Onya got up she was sure she could make out a distinct chuckle upon his lips.