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hey people thanks for all those reviews!!!! I was ecstatic when I saw them
all!! Oh I got a couple of reviews making reference to DragonKatGal's
story. I have read it, and just so you people know; THIS STORY IS
COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. It takes a totally different course, and it's NOT
copying, okay? I concede the idea of "buffy goes to Hogwarts because of a
murder" is unoriginal, but bare with me, it's a completely new storyline. I
needed to get her there under similar circumstances for my story to take
place. Don't accuse me please, I'm not a bad person!!
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The blonde haired American girl sat alone in her room. No one wanted to talk to her, and no one wanted to trust her. The school term had just started; in fact, the students were juts arriving now. She sighed deeply and drew a brush through her hair, looking at herself in the mirror.
Those eyes were haunted, she thought to herself. Those bags from lack of sleep. But then, how could they even expect her to sleep when they treated her like this? She was plagued by thoughts, and she was consumed with guilt that she should never have had in the first place. Buffy tortured herself with scenarios that could have been. What if I were faster, could I have saved Kendra? What if.What if I had killed Drusilla the first night I saw her with Angel - Angelus.
She shuddered as she thought of the dark haired man. His features were a common guest star in her dreams. Always had been, in fact: although now her dreams were nightmares, and she was always running away from him in these, not running into his open arms. Over and over and over had she killed him; in her dreams. That fantasy realm where things were not as in reality.
In some of her dreams, she was treated like a real person. People who knew about the allegations against her would greet her when they walked past. They wouldn't just ignore her like they had in the last two weeks.
Well, not everyone ignored her. That Professor Dumbledore guy said hi every now and then, but his eyes were sad when he looked at her. The blonde man, what was his name.Malfoy. He said hello once or twice, but he was more content to do other things than be her little friend while no one else was paying her attention.
With another sigh, Buffy slowly got up. The tranquiliser was sure working; moving was a bit of a struggle. She was walking down the corridor up from the dungeons to the Great Hall when she heard something. Buffy was caught offguard, and jumped about a mile when She whipped around to see that a painting had moved. She was still getting used to this. Trying to calm down a little, she took a deep breath and walked closer.
The painting was of a girl, about abut Buffy's age - if not, then a bit older. She had long orange hair covered with a veil and very pale skin. She had a beautiful face; very high cheekbones. She had peculiar eyes: they were a greeny-hazel colour, with the slightest hint of blue. But that's not what made them peculiar. Her eyes seemed to glow: not in a supernatural way, but in a very intense stare. Her pupils seemed to bore into Buffy's, and she found herself almost unable to look away. There was a gleam in her eye, and Buffy strove to come up with a word that best described it.
Hunger. Lust. A predatory gleam. Presently, the girl in the portrait looked at Buffy closely, and laughed. A high, tinkling laugh of a woman who was brought up with class. Her dress was medieval; like she was from the nobility.
It was long, made out of dark purple velvet. It had a plunging neckline and was gathered at the waist. The whole outfit was complimented with silver and black pearls. The girl stared at Buffy intently.
"You're a strange little thing, aren't you?" she cooed in a smooth, sweet voice that would melt butter. She seemed to have a European accent.a bit Irish.
Buffy frowned at her question. "Um, excuse me, but.what do you mean?"
The girl smiled her smile, full of gleaming teeth. "You know what I mean. I know who you are. What you are. You're one of them.one of us."
Buffy went pale and took a step back. That voice was familiar.
"What?.One of.you? Care to explain the brainteaser?"
The girl smiled, but this time there was more mirth in her eyes. "You know what you are. You know what I am. We're one in the same," She whispered, staring at Buffy intensely. In one movement, she stood up regally and swept out of the picture gracefully, with her head in the air.
Buffy swallowed and took a breath. One of what? A murderess? Buffy's eyes widened and she began to take quicker, shallower breaths. No! No. That girl was just a picture. She didn't know things.she didn't know people. There was no way she would have known what happened.
Buffy began to walk up to the Great Hall again, remembering the feast. She felt a cold claw permeate her stomach when she realised what she'd been thinking.
I never killed Kendra! Buffy thought fiercely. People have been saying it so much, I'm beginning to believe it myself.
Lost in a cloud of thought, she drifted towards the Slytherin table. On her way, she started to receive some very strange looks from the people around her, who were unfamiliar with this tiny blonde. She sat down next to the only person she knew - Malfoy.
He barely acknowledged her presence. She lowered her gaze and began to half- listen to Dumbledore as he gave speeches. She dimly recalled him introducing her to the rest of the school; he said she was an "American Exchange Student". She tried not to laugh at that statement. She was anything but a star student. For most of the meal, she was just alone with her thoughts.
Draco Malfoy paid her little notice until she finally cleared her throat and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she said icily. "But why are you ignoring me?"
He stopped and regarded her steadily. "You didn't seem all that sociable," he said calmly. "And.well, you're a bit beneath me. I can't be seen socialising with people like you."
He said this last comment calmly, never losing his composure; as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Buffy gaped. Who did he think he was? WHY was everyone here saying they knew who she was, what she was?
"People like me.how?" she challenged, here mouth set in a grim, defensive line.
He fought the urge to laugh. "Well, American, blonde, feminist, outspoken, and above all - a Mudblood." He looked at her calculatingly.
She instantly relaxed. He doesn't know, she thought. But then, as he was still looking at her, she remembered that he had actually just insulted her.
"Hey!" she cried. "1. I'm not. 2. Don't ever call me that again. 3. I told you before - I come from a long line of powerful magical women."
She told him this stiffly. He just raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Sure. Whatever," he said dismissively, and turned back to his meal.
She felt a fire rise up in her, but fought the urge to retaliate. She remembered that she was under a powerful tranquilliser, and would not be able to do much anyway.
Malfoy reminded her way too much of Spike. That cockney vampire was just bad news. Where there was Spike, there was Drusilla. And where there was Drusilla, there was Angelus. With these thoughts, Buffy's mood softened. It still hurt to think about what had happened back in Sunnydale.
She was only too relieved when the dishes began to be cleared. She walked back to her room in the dungeons quickly, so as not to have to talk with any of her new 'housemates'. They would only stare at me, she thought bitterly.
As she was walking to the dungeons, she passed the library. She had never really been in there before; and was curious to see if it looked anything like the library back at Sunnydale High.
She walked through the doors quietly, earning a grateful glance from the librarian behind the counter, who looked back down at her book she was filing. Then she stopped. The librarian froze and looked up at Buffy, an inquisitive expression on her face. When she realised who she was looking at, her eyes widened a little, and as soon as Buffy met her gaze once again, she looked down at her book.
Buffy felt eyes on her as she walked through the library. She assumed it was empty apart from her and the librarian, and ignored the vulture-like woman, settling into a quiet corner. She was just about to curl up with a familiar book called 'Vampyr' when she heard someone enter.
"Hi, Ms Pince," said a low voice. "Is Hermione in here yet?" they asked warily.
Buffy tilted her head to one side and thought for a moment. She knew she had heard that name before. Oh, yes. Hermione was the Head Girl. She had been here early, as well was Malfoy. Buffy hadn't actually spoken to the girl. Some thing about 'not socialising with other houses' or something like that, which Buffy had picked up from Malfoy and Snape, the Head of House.
Buffy was brought back to reality when she noticed that someone was coming her way. Or, two someones.
As they rounded the last bookshelf, Buffy sat facing two guys in Gryffindor colours.
"Uh.hi," a tall, freckly one with red hair said. "Who are you?"
Buffy looked up and gazed at the two boys. "I'm Buffy Summers. New student from America," she said.
The red haired boy frowned. "Oh. The new Slytherin." He said, as if it were something dirty.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Once again, with less enthusiasm," she drawled.
The other boy gave a small smile. "I'm Harry Potter," he said, holding out a hand. Buffy took it only too willingly. Finally, someone was being nice.
The redheaded boy shrugged. "Ron Weasley," he said gruffly, not offering his hand. Buffy sighed, slightly hurt; she didn't say anything.
"So," Ron said. "Have you seen Hermione anywhere?" Buffy shook her head.
Harry pointed. "Here she is," he said. A bushy-haired brunette was walking into the section where they were talking, with an armload of books.
"Harry. Ron," she said, surprised. "You're getting faster and faster at this aren't you?" she giggled.
Buffy frowned. "What, finding you in the library when no other sane person would be?"
Ron nodded. "Except you," he said. "You're the other insane person here."
Buffy coloured. Hermione looked at Buffy and stopped. McGonnagal had told her about this new American girl. A murderess. Killed one of her friends.
Hermione pursed her lips, and spoke formally. "Hello, Buffy. I haven't had a chance to speak with you before now. Pity really. Professor McGonnagal's told me all about you," she said, somewhat coldly.
Harry had been watching the display and blinked. Why was Hermione being so distant to the new girl?
Buffy felt a defensive wall go up. So, this girl was threatening her? "Oh, really. How exciting," she said. "She only told you the good things, right?" she said, knowing perfectly well what Hermione thought of her by now. Hermione would think of her as a murderess. Despite this, Buffy knew that Dumbledore wouldn't have let slip the fact that she was the slayer. She still had a hidden identity
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Of course," she said, lying through her teeth. Then, she turned abruptly and faced Ron and Harry. "I've just been looking for some books on Magical creatures for DADA. I'm just missing one. It's on vampires."
Buffy stood and held out her hand. "Is this it?" she said, holding out the book. Hermione pursed her lips again.
"Yes. Thank you," she said politely, taking the book from her. Buffy looked deeply into the brunette's eyes. I didn't do it, she thought. Why don't they believe me?
Hermione broke the eye contact between them and stalked out of the room. Ron ran to catch up.
Buffy ran a hand through her hair. Harry stood, transfixed by what had happened. "Wow," he said. "You two don't get along. Why's that?"
Buffy stiffened. "Ugh, well.it's the whole Slytherin/Gryffindor thing." She said briefly. "Don't know why. I shouldn't even be in Slytherin from what I hear. My parents aren't a wizard and witch."
Harry's eyes sparkled. "Really? Hat tried to put me in Slytherin. I told it not to."
"Oh. Good idea. I'm not with the whole 'assertive' thing anymore, though," she said.
"Huh. Oh, well. See you round some time," he said pleasantly, before turning and following the path Ron and Hermione took earlier.
Buffy smiled. Finally! A friend. Well, a sort-of friend. Casual acquaintance. Either way, at least someone was being nice.
Buffy was about to leave the library when she tripped over a large, leather- bound book. She bent over to inspect it and saw the title: Hogwarts: a History. She picked it up out of curiosity.
After flipping through the pages, she saw that on the contents poage there was a chapter on paintings. She narrowed her eyes. Maybe this would tell her who that strange girl in the purple dress was.
Hefting the book under her arm, Buffy checked it out at the front desk and walked back to her room. She soon reached her door - portrait. Whatever.
"Morningstar," she said wearily, and the figure in the picture giggled. Buffy looked closer, and caught what the figure said to her.
"You're one of them.one of us," it giggled. This voice was different from the girl in the purple, but Buffy didn't care. It was still a familiar voice,. Buffy strained to see who the person was, but her face was covered by a long cloak.
From what she could see of the figure, the girl in the painting was wearing a dark red silk dress; it was too modern to be medieval. Buffy wasn't good at History, but she put it down to Renaissance/Reformation period. The dress was flowing, and was brought in to a very, very small waist. It had a very puffy skirt; it had to have one of those hoop-y things beneath it.
Buffy scowled. "Whatever," she said forcefully, receiving some very strange looks from some of the Slytherins in the Common Room. She pushed through the door and into her own room.
There, she lay stomach down on her bed, opening her new library book to chapter IX: Portraits.
She turned page after page, learning about all the pictures in the school. She was amazed to discover that there were over 3,000 portraits.
After an hour or two, she finally found one of the girls.the one in the red. She looked at the biography.
" 'Cloaked Girl in Red Dress'. Found in the Slytherin Common Room. Romanticism style. Artist: anonymous. Was a student at Hogwarts for six years, from 1776-1782. Went missing on August 11th, and her body was never found. Records show that on a holiday before returning to school for her seventh year, her family was killed and tortured, and her village was slaughtered. She escaped to a convent, but was convinced that she was evil. She was a witch and a seer, and this was the last time in history that a witch was persecuted. Convinced by others that she was evil, she was slowly driven mad. After this, she disappeared from the convent and was never seen again."
Buffy felt her blood turn to ice. The story was all too familiar. Shaking involuntarily, she turned the page.
" 'Girl in Purple Velvet'. Found in Dungeon passages. Style: unknown. Artist: anonymous. Student at Hogwarts during the Middle Ages. Precise date unknown. Little is known about this girl, except that she left during fifth year to become a strumpet to feed her family. Fell sick with syphilis at the age of 20. While a priest was performing the last rights, a Mr. Joseph Heinrich Nest approached her on her deathbed. The priest was killed. The girl was never seen again."
Buffy froze completely, and took a long, shuddering breath. She did know these girls.
&*&*& See? See? Told you it wasn't the same. Now, if you know your history, the challenge is thus: who are the girls in the pictures??????? If you think you know, drop me a line. I award 20 points to the first person who gets it right!! Please review, tell me how it's going. Review!!! I'll try to update very soon.
The blonde haired American girl sat alone in her room. No one wanted to talk to her, and no one wanted to trust her. The school term had just started; in fact, the students were juts arriving now. She sighed deeply and drew a brush through her hair, looking at herself in the mirror.
Those eyes were haunted, she thought to herself. Those bags from lack of sleep. But then, how could they even expect her to sleep when they treated her like this? She was plagued by thoughts, and she was consumed with guilt that she should never have had in the first place. Buffy tortured herself with scenarios that could have been. What if I were faster, could I have saved Kendra? What if.What if I had killed Drusilla the first night I saw her with Angel - Angelus.
She shuddered as she thought of the dark haired man. His features were a common guest star in her dreams. Always had been, in fact: although now her dreams were nightmares, and she was always running away from him in these, not running into his open arms. Over and over and over had she killed him; in her dreams. That fantasy realm where things were not as in reality.
In some of her dreams, she was treated like a real person. People who knew about the allegations against her would greet her when they walked past. They wouldn't just ignore her like they had in the last two weeks.
Well, not everyone ignored her. That Professor Dumbledore guy said hi every now and then, but his eyes were sad when he looked at her. The blonde man, what was his name.Malfoy. He said hello once or twice, but he was more content to do other things than be her little friend while no one else was paying her attention.
With another sigh, Buffy slowly got up. The tranquiliser was sure working; moving was a bit of a struggle. She was walking down the corridor up from the dungeons to the Great Hall when she heard something. Buffy was caught offguard, and jumped about a mile when She whipped around to see that a painting had moved. She was still getting used to this. Trying to calm down a little, she took a deep breath and walked closer.
The painting was of a girl, about abut Buffy's age - if not, then a bit older. She had long orange hair covered with a veil and very pale skin. She had a beautiful face; very high cheekbones. She had peculiar eyes: they were a greeny-hazel colour, with the slightest hint of blue. But that's not what made them peculiar. Her eyes seemed to glow: not in a supernatural way, but in a very intense stare. Her pupils seemed to bore into Buffy's, and she found herself almost unable to look away. There was a gleam in her eye, and Buffy strove to come up with a word that best described it.
Hunger. Lust. A predatory gleam. Presently, the girl in the portrait looked at Buffy closely, and laughed. A high, tinkling laugh of a woman who was brought up with class. Her dress was medieval; like she was from the nobility.
It was long, made out of dark purple velvet. It had a plunging neckline and was gathered at the waist. The whole outfit was complimented with silver and black pearls. The girl stared at Buffy intently.
"You're a strange little thing, aren't you?" she cooed in a smooth, sweet voice that would melt butter. She seemed to have a European accent.a bit Irish.
Buffy frowned at her question. "Um, excuse me, but.what do you mean?"
The girl smiled her smile, full of gleaming teeth. "You know what I mean. I know who you are. What you are. You're one of them.one of us."
Buffy went pale and took a step back. That voice was familiar.
"What?.One of.you? Care to explain the brainteaser?"
The girl smiled, but this time there was more mirth in her eyes. "You know what you are. You know what I am. We're one in the same," She whispered, staring at Buffy intensely. In one movement, she stood up regally and swept out of the picture gracefully, with her head in the air.
Buffy swallowed and took a breath. One of what? A murderess? Buffy's eyes widened and she began to take quicker, shallower breaths. No! No. That girl was just a picture. She didn't know things.she didn't know people. There was no way she would have known what happened.
Buffy began to walk up to the Great Hall again, remembering the feast. She felt a cold claw permeate her stomach when she realised what she'd been thinking.
I never killed Kendra! Buffy thought fiercely. People have been saying it so much, I'm beginning to believe it myself.
Lost in a cloud of thought, she drifted towards the Slytherin table. On her way, she started to receive some very strange looks from the people around her, who were unfamiliar with this tiny blonde. She sat down next to the only person she knew - Malfoy.
He barely acknowledged her presence. She lowered her gaze and began to half- listen to Dumbledore as he gave speeches. She dimly recalled him introducing her to the rest of the school; he said she was an "American Exchange Student". She tried not to laugh at that statement. She was anything but a star student. For most of the meal, she was just alone with her thoughts.
Draco Malfoy paid her little notice until she finally cleared her throat and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she said icily. "But why are you ignoring me?"
He stopped and regarded her steadily. "You didn't seem all that sociable," he said calmly. "And.well, you're a bit beneath me. I can't be seen socialising with people like you."
He said this last comment calmly, never losing his composure; as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Buffy gaped. Who did he think he was? WHY was everyone here saying they knew who she was, what she was?
"People like me.how?" she challenged, here mouth set in a grim, defensive line.
He fought the urge to laugh. "Well, American, blonde, feminist, outspoken, and above all - a Mudblood." He looked at her calculatingly.
She instantly relaxed. He doesn't know, she thought. But then, as he was still looking at her, she remembered that he had actually just insulted her.
"Hey!" she cried. "1. I'm not. 2. Don't ever call me that again. 3. I told you before - I come from a long line of powerful magical women."
She told him this stiffly. He just raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Sure. Whatever," he said dismissively, and turned back to his meal.
She felt a fire rise up in her, but fought the urge to retaliate. She remembered that she was under a powerful tranquilliser, and would not be able to do much anyway.
Malfoy reminded her way too much of Spike. That cockney vampire was just bad news. Where there was Spike, there was Drusilla. And where there was Drusilla, there was Angelus. With these thoughts, Buffy's mood softened. It still hurt to think about what had happened back in Sunnydale.
She was only too relieved when the dishes began to be cleared. She walked back to her room in the dungeons quickly, so as not to have to talk with any of her new 'housemates'. They would only stare at me, she thought bitterly.
As she was walking to the dungeons, she passed the library. She had never really been in there before; and was curious to see if it looked anything like the library back at Sunnydale High.
She walked through the doors quietly, earning a grateful glance from the librarian behind the counter, who looked back down at her book she was filing. Then she stopped. The librarian froze and looked up at Buffy, an inquisitive expression on her face. When she realised who she was looking at, her eyes widened a little, and as soon as Buffy met her gaze once again, she looked down at her book.
Buffy felt eyes on her as she walked through the library. She assumed it was empty apart from her and the librarian, and ignored the vulture-like woman, settling into a quiet corner. She was just about to curl up with a familiar book called 'Vampyr' when she heard someone enter.
"Hi, Ms Pince," said a low voice. "Is Hermione in here yet?" they asked warily.
Buffy tilted her head to one side and thought for a moment. She knew she had heard that name before. Oh, yes. Hermione was the Head Girl. She had been here early, as well was Malfoy. Buffy hadn't actually spoken to the girl. Some thing about 'not socialising with other houses' or something like that, which Buffy had picked up from Malfoy and Snape, the Head of House.
Buffy was brought back to reality when she noticed that someone was coming her way. Or, two someones.
As they rounded the last bookshelf, Buffy sat facing two guys in Gryffindor colours.
"Uh.hi," a tall, freckly one with red hair said. "Who are you?"
Buffy looked up and gazed at the two boys. "I'm Buffy Summers. New student from America," she said.
The red haired boy frowned. "Oh. The new Slytherin." He said, as if it were something dirty.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Once again, with less enthusiasm," she drawled.
The other boy gave a small smile. "I'm Harry Potter," he said, holding out a hand. Buffy took it only too willingly. Finally, someone was being nice.
The redheaded boy shrugged. "Ron Weasley," he said gruffly, not offering his hand. Buffy sighed, slightly hurt; she didn't say anything.
"So," Ron said. "Have you seen Hermione anywhere?" Buffy shook her head.
Harry pointed. "Here she is," he said. A bushy-haired brunette was walking into the section where they were talking, with an armload of books.
"Harry. Ron," she said, surprised. "You're getting faster and faster at this aren't you?" she giggled.
Buffy frowned. "What, finding you in the library when no other sane person would be?"
Ron nodded. "Except you," he said. "You're the other insane person here."
Buffy coloured. Hermione looked at Buffy and stopped. McGonnagal had told her about this new American girl. A murderess. Killed one of her friends.
Hermione pursed her lips, and spoke formally. "Hello, Buffy. I haven't had a chance to speak with you before now. Pity really. Professor McGonnagal's told me all about you," she said, somewhat coldly.
Harry had been watching the display and blinked. Why was Hermione being so distant to the new girl?
Buffy felt a defensive wall go up. So, this girl was threatening her? "Oh, really. How exciting," she said. "She only told you the good things, right?" she said, knowing perfectly well what Hermione thought of her by now. Hermione would think of her as a murderess. Despite this, Buffy knew that Dumbledore wouldn't have let slip the fact that she was the slayer. She still had a hidden identity
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Of course," she said, lying through her teeth. Then, she turned abruptly and faced Ron and Harry. "I've just been looking for some books on Magical creatures for DADA. I'm just missing one. It's on vampires."
Buffy stood and held out her hand. "Is this it?" she said, holding out the book. Hermione pursed her lips again.
"Yes. Thank you," she said politely, taking the book from her. Buffy looked deeply into the brunette's eyes. I didn't do it, she thought. Why don't they believe me?
Hermione broke the eye contact between them and stalked out of the room. Ron ran to catch up.
Buffy ran a hand through her hair. Harry stood, transfixed by what had happened. "Wow," he said. "You two don't get along. Why's that?"
Buffy stiffened. "Ugh, well.it's the whole Slytherin/Gryffindor thing." She said briefly. "Don't know why. I shouldn't even be in Slytherin from what I hear. My parents aren't a wizard and witch."
Harry's eyes sparkled. "Really? Hat tried to put me in Slytherin. I told it not to."
"Oh. Good idea. I'm not with the whole 'assertive' thing anymore, though," she said.
"Huh. Oh, well. See you round some time," he said pleasantly, before turning and following the path Ron and Hermione took earlier.
Buffy smiled. Finally! A friend. Well, a sort-of friend. Casual acquaintance. Either way, at least someone was being nice.
Buffy was about to leave the library when she tripped over a large, leather- bound book. She bent over to inspect it and saw the title: Hogwarts: a History. She picked it up out of curiosity.
After flipping through the pages, she saw that on the contents poage there was a chapter on paintings. She narrowed her eyes. Maybe this would tell her who that strange girl in the purple dress was.
Hefting the book under her arm, Buffy checked it out at the front desk and walked back to her room. She soon reached her door - portrait. Whatever.
"Morningstar," she said wearily, and the figure in the picture giggled. Buffy looked closer, and caught what the figure said to her.
"You're one of them.one of us," it giggled. This voice was different from the girl in the purple, but Buffy didn't care. It was still a familiar voice,. Buffy strained to see who the person was, but her face was covered by a long cloak.
From what she could see of the figure, the girl in the painting was wearing a dark red silk dress; it was too modern to be medieval. Buffy wasn't good at History, but she put it down to Renaissance/Reformation period. The dress was flowing, and was brought in to a very, very small waist. It had a very puffy skirt; it had to have one of those hoop-y things beneath it.
Buffy scowled. "Whatever," she said forcefully, receiving some very strange looks from some of the Slytherins in the Common Room. She pushed through the door and into her own room.
There, she lay stomach down on her bed, opening her new library book to chapter IX: Portraits.
She turned page after page, learning about all the pictures in the school. She was amazed to discover that there were over 3,000 portraits.
After an hour or two, she finally found one of the girls.the one in the red. She looked at the biography.
" 'Cloaked Girl in Red Dress'. Found in the Slytherin Common Room. Romanticism style. Artist: anonymous. Was a student at Hogwarts for six years, from 1776-1782. Went missing on August 11th, and her body was never found. Records show that on a holiday before returning to school for her seventh year, her family was killed and tortured, and her village was slaughtered. She escaped to a convent, but was convinced that she was evil. She was a witch and a seer, and this was the last time in history that a witch was persecuted. Convinced by others that she was evil, she was slowly driven mad. After this, she disappeared from the convent and was never seen again."
Buffy felt her blood turn to ice. The story was all too familiar. Shaking involuntarily, she turned the page.
" 'Girl in Purple Velvet'. Found in Dungeon passages. Style: unknown. Artist: anonymous. Student at Hogwarts during the Middle Ages. Precise date unknown. Little is known about this girl, except that she left during fifth year to become a strumpet to feed her family. Fell sick with syphilis at the age of 20. While a priest was performing the last rights, a Mr. Joseph Heinrich Nest approached her on her deathbed. The priest was killed. The girl was never seen again."
Buffy froze completely, and took a long, shuddering breath. She did know these girls.
&*&*& See? See? Told you it wasn't the same. Now, if you know your history, the challenge is thus: who are the girls in the pictures??????? If you think you know, drop me a line. I award 20 points to the first person who gets it right!! Please review, tell me how it's going. Review!!! I'll try to update very soon.