Chapter five: The Journal
A/n: sorry guys, the last chapter was kinda rushed, I'm tryin to get to the good parts, I need to write more outlines, but I'm too lazy to get off my arse and do that.
Rhia sat at her desk that night, the journal and a quill in front of her. She studied them carefully, and then looked towards the window. Mere had taken the lilies and put them in a vase to 'please the spirits' that possessed her. Mel, and Mereadith's sleeping bodies lay in their beds at the other end of the room, their desks, next to Rhia's. Mel's desk had little things on it, one or two moving pictures, a few papers and was extremely neat. Mereadith's was messy, piled with books and books and parchments and parchments of research. It was littered with photographs of her and her family.
Rhia's on the other hand was to neither extreme. It held her important parchments and various reading materials in neat piles, but was still neat enough to be called 'organized.' She had one photograph of her family on her desk though, when she was seven, before her parents divorce. It was very rare things like that happened in the wizarding world, but they did. Another picture that sat on her desk was a picture taken around the holidays that year. Her and Draco sitting on a small couch, near a fireplace, looking cozy. In the photo Rhia kept laughing at something Draco was saying, and leaned her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her. ((lol cat, remind you of an RP? Lol)) Rhia scowled, pushing the photograph over, she wasn't in the mood for that right now. The rest of her desk had various items that were of use to her.
Her eyes glanced down at the journal again, and unsteadily, turned to a clean page. The aroma of fresh picked lilies haunted her nose every time she turned the page. Her pale hand picked up the quill, dipped in ink, and then began to write.
"My name is Rhianna Ashcroft" she wrote. Then, as quick as it was printed, it sunk into the page. (So COS lol)"I've been watching you, Rhianna" the words appeared across the page slowly, waiting to be read. Then disappeared. Rhia's eyes widened. 'What is it, a stalker?" she muttered sarcastically.
"No" The words appeared.
"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"I know a lot"
"Who are you?"
"A figment that is crucial to your survival."
"So…no one else can read this?"
"Correct"
Rhia wondered how, this…this book could know all this information as she continued to 'chat' with it.
"How do you know my name?""It's a secret "
"What are the Lilies for?"
"A gift, for when we meet"
"Why do you want to do that?"
"If I told you, It wouldn't be a surprise."
"Leave me alone"
"That's impossible…I watch you every minute, I can see you right now, I'm within your very soul…"
Rhia stared at the words blankly. She looked around the room for hiding places someone might be. All at once, she felt vulnerable and insecure. It was as if she was being watched that very moment. She thought she heard someone whisper her came. She whirled around, no one. Her friends were sleeping soundly in bed. Rhia stared at the wall for a moment, and then resumed her conversation; her handwriting was shakier now.
"How is that?"
"You're forgetting…I am all around you, I'm your past, your present and your future. You can't escape me…you cant change your destiny"
"Who says?"
"You should know. Are you forgetting what dear old great grandmother told you? There's no use trying to defy destiny. "
Rhia raised an eyebrow. Her great grandmother was dead; she was a seer. Ariana Ashcroft was whom Rhia got her purple eyes from. Her great grandmother saw things in her dreams…before they happened, and had telekinetic powers. She claimed that one day Rhia would inherit 'the sight', because of her eyes. So far however, she had no such thing.
"What are the lilies for?"
"Don't you understand? The white lilies are for each day until we meet, water them, when were done though, I fear you might not be around to water them…and they will wilt…like your life."
Rhia gasped. She slammed the book shut. The lily on the cover was bright, and stood out in the dim light of her desk. Suddenly, the pages of the journal flipped open again. The writing was bold and red.
Don't try to hide; you can't escape
Rhia threw the book on the floor. She stood, and flew out of the room. Slamming the door and finding herself in the corridor. Music pulsed around her. The eerie lyrics strong in her head.
Here we go,
The world is spinning,
When it stops its just beginning
Sun comes up
We all laugh
Sun goes down
We all die...
The lyrics bothered her. She desperately wanted to scream endlessly to shut out the noise, but fought back the urge. She flew down the stairs to the common room, words still racing through her head. Rhia slammed her eyes shut for a moment or two trying to regain her calm disposition, breathing deeply and slowly.
"My, my, isn't it a tad late for little slutty girls to be up?" Came the familiar drawling tones of Draco Malfoy. He was sprawled elegantly across the couch, feet resting on the arm of one end, elbows propped on the other. A sardonic smirk across his face as his cold eyes studied her. Rhia's eyes shot open; she hadn't even noticed the blonde lounging in the corner of the common room when she had burst in. She glared at him with revulsion.
"What's the matter luv, bad dream again?" he mocked.
Rhia shook her head. "No, psycho journals. And why might I ask, are you up this late?" She said crossing her arms.
"Eh, what can I say, I'm just…up" he said shrugging. Rhia rolled her eyes and sat in an armchair next to him. Her amethyst gazed blankly at the ever-stoked fire.
"You're so pale…did you just see a ghost or something?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No. But I just had a conversation with a journal, does that count?" she smiled in an overly saccharine tone.
"A conversation…with a journal?" he said looking at her like she was insane.
"Yeah, you gotta problem?!" she spat back.
"No, no, but you…are you sure you're still sane?" He mumbled.
"Not really. " She said with a shrug.
Draco chuckled. "So what did this 'journal' tell you?" he asked.
"That I have four days till I meet it, and four days to live," she said.
"We can't have that now can we?" Draco rolled his eyes slightly.
"Look, just leave me alone. I'll figure this out on my own" She said standing and making her way back to her dormitory. Draco lay there, thinking, "she's quite odd" he mumbled.