A/N We realize how short this chapter is but the next chapter makes up for it. The reasoning behind the length is a long, boring story (literally about boredom) and therefore I shall spare you the details! R and R!
Disclaimer: Too lazy to write one, make up your own.
Looking In
Rated: Pg-13
By: Handsofftheshinyshirtitsmine
Co-Author: Cassie aka cumbacksirius
Chapter 8
He didn't know exactly where they were, but they were near. He found his way across the small cavern. Unable to see in the dark, his fingers scrambled along the wall.
Dee had removed herself from Cassie's bed, hours previous. Cassie still longing for coffee thanks to Dee's suggestion, got up and grabbed a bottle of water, deep in her own thoughts. Dee was sitting across the cave with her black sketchbook resting on her lap, pencil ever so slightly moving. Cassie took a sip of the water and closed it, walking over to Dee, she looked down at what Dee was drawing, a picture of Snape and Ron. She appeared to be in the process of drawing herself in the middle, but Cassie couldn't be sure.
"I can't believe that this time last year, that book was barley used." Cassie commented, making her presence known.
"Hmm" Dee replied, distracted.
"You remember that time you lost it and we spent the whole day looking for it, and then I found it" Cassie continued, pointing at herself. Dee looked up at her companion, a smile on her face.
"We searched my desk! That took us an hour."
Cassie laughed, managing to say. "You'd think with how organized you room is that your desk would have been neater."
Dee snorted, "Well you know me." Cassie smiled and Dee returned to her drawing.
The wall did not grow warmer as her picked his way through the caverns, he did not seem to be ascending, no warmer or sunlight found itself near him. He wondered when he might emerge, to find some respite from the cool, fickle air he choked down with each breath. He pushed he rather long, black hair behind an ear and continued his journey, slowly, meticulously. His mind wandered. He wondered why he needed to find them, two whom he had only heard about in vague whispers. He didn't ponder why he could remember nothing about himself and his past, only about the Deux Jeune Filles.
"Hey Cass, didn't Hermione say that they would take us into the castle to wash up sometimes?" I really need to scrub this hair." Dee pulled at one of her limp ringlets and stuck out her tongue. "Blah."
"Yeah, I think so. My hair has been pretty rough too." Cassie looked over at Dee, who had obviously just finished shading her picture. "Do you think they will soon?"
"Not so sure now, we kind of made them mad." Dee laughed. She surveyed the page she had drawn on and then closed her sketchbook quietly.
"Yeah we did... but..." Cassie replied hesitantly.
"Mm hmm" Dee urged.
"Well... maybe..."
"Continue" Dee said harshly.
"It's not such a bad idea" Dee's brow furrowed.
"At least at night" Cassie hurried in. Dee's brow relaxed, though still raised. "We will be fine." Dee assured Cassie, placing a hand gingerly on her shoulder. Cassie nodded feeling a little better. But for some reason, she still felt uneasy.
A/N Well I promise that chapter 9 is a lot longer. Will be up when I post Ch. 9 of the SSV, as is tradition.
