Later that night Kira crept out of the room and down the stairs into the
common room. She was worried and couldn't sleep, she tried to find James,
but didn't know what room he was in. There were 14 different rooms. She
gave up trying to figure out which one he'd chosen and climbed up into one
of the chairs. It was a big poofy chair and really soft. Kira felt herself
sinking into it. She sat with her legs to her side and leaned against the
arm and the back of the chair. She was so small and the chair was so high
that Fred and George passed under it without even seeing her. Kira,
however, heard them and woke up.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Ahhh!" George cried then slapped his hand over his mouth.
They were perfectly still and silent, waiting for a door to open or one of the adults to wake up. When a few minutes passed, Fred turned around to see who had scared him nearly to death. He looked up and saw Kira's diamond eyes shining down at him.
"Kira?" Fred whispered.
"That is my name" Kira answered and nodded her head.
"Shhhhhh" George shushed her.
"Sorry" Kira apolagized, not understanding why.
"What are you doing up?" Fred asked.
"I already asked you that" Kira stated.
"Stop being so childish and answer the question" George scolded her.
"Well, I AM a child" Kira hissed.
"You put up a good argument" George grinned.
Fred explained that they had decided to take a midnight tour of the school.
"Why?" Kira asked.
"Why not?" George answered.
"You wanna come?" Fred asked.
"I don't think it's a good idea. Remember what happened earlier?" Kira replied.
Fred and George looked at each other then back up at Kira. Fred stepped forward first.
"Come on, d'you really wan ta stay cooped up in 'ere?"
Kira didn't answer and Fred and George headed over to the painting. They opened it and climbed out. Kira bit her lip as she tried to know what to do. She was terified of being alone, she had been alone at Takai's base and it had been horrible. She also hated being trapped inside. She held her ground untill the painting started closing, then she leapt from the chair and ran toward it. She pulled herself up and jumped down the other side just before it closed. Fred and George were already heading down the hall and were out of sight. Kira was trying to figure out which direction they went in. She looked around, then a clear, white hand came out of a wall. Kira pressed herself against the wall opposite the hand and saw it was coming toward her. She dropped to the ground with her legs infront of her and her knees by her head. She made her hands into fist and held them close to her chin, then she closed her eyes and waited for the thing to attack.
"Are you lost?" A vioce asked, it sounded friendly.
Kira opened one eye and peeked out to see who was talking to her.
She saw a teenage boy standing over her, he was wearing a victorian outfit and had a scarf wound tightly around his neck. Kira opened her other eye.
"I... I thought I saw a.." Kira looked over at the wall that the hand had been coming through, there wasn't anything there.
"A ghost?" The boy smiled.
"I don't know what it was" Kira explained.
The boy gave her a confused look.
"Like me?" He asked.
"No, it looked scary" Kira answered.
The boy laughed, he then extened his hand and helped her up.
"Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm scary. My names Nicholas"
Kira smiled back at him and introduced herself.
"My name is Kira"
Nicholas bowed politely, and Kira coppied.
"Umm, I was woundering if you could help me" Kira said as she looked around.
"Go on" Nicholas nodded his head.
"Well, I'm looking for two...friends... of mine, they left here a while ago and I lost them" Kira admitted.
"Well, M'Lady, I did see two gental men that were walking over towards the west, fire red hair and malicious grins" Nicholas answerd.
"That's them! Thank you" Kira smiled, her eyes looked so sincere that Nicholas found himself feeling happy, and a warm glow came.
Kira's entire expression was usually based around her eyes, she could me smiling, but when you looked in her eyes you could see that they weren't happy at all. When she was happy, they shone magnificantly and told her true feelings. Those eyes didn't lie, they held with in them, Kira's soul. Nicholas bowed to her as she ran off to the west. He watched her go with a great feeling welling up inside him.
"Well, at least someone doesn't think I'm scary" He whispered.
Kira ran and ran, untill she finally found Fred and George. They all greeted each other and then headed over to a window. Kira looked out the window as Fred and George started setting up a little prank. Whoever came down this hall would see a large green ooze coming towards them, but there wouldn't realy be anything there. Kira felt so trapped, she couldn't stand it. It felt like she was in a cage, she needed to be outside. Kira sighed, then this feeling came over her. She couldn't explain the feeling, but her eyes shone and her hair flowed behind her as if she was underwater with every move she made. Kira leapt up off the ground and onto the window ledge, floating up to it. She walked out and onto the roof of another hall. She walked to the end of the ledge and stared into something that was to hard to describe. But it made her feel like she belonged there. She was happy and sad at the same time.
"Kira!" Fred called after her. Kira returned to normal and looked over at him.
"Yes?" She asked, smiling.
"What are you doing!??" Fred called over to her.
Kira just smiled.
"You and George can go back, I'm fine" Kira stated.
"Huh?" Fred asked.
"I'm fine, I just need some air" Kira answered and returned to gazing across the landscape.
"Are you sure? Isn't it really high?" Fred asked.
"I'm fine" Kira repeated.
Fred left, reluctantly and George followed after lingering for a while.
When they were gone Kira slowly sat down, folding her legs up toward her shoulders and wraping her arms tightly around them. She cried as she thought about how much danger she had put her friends in, and how close she had come to a horrible death, and that people would always try to hurt her. She could feel a power within her while she was up there, but she also felt like a little girl. Kira needed someone that had a strange power, like she did. The little child shivered as her shoulders shook with each sob. She was meant to be a killer, to kill for Voldermort! She cried harder as the thought that she might have killed one of her friends came over her. If it hadn't been for James, she might have killed a lot of people.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Ahhh!" George cried then slapped his hand over his mouth.
They were perfectly still and silent, waiting for a door to open or one of the adults to wake up. When a few minutes passed, Fred turned around to see who had scared him nearly to death. He looked up and saw Kira's diamond eyes shining down at him.
"Kira?" Fred whispered.
"That is my name" Kira answered and nodded her head.
"Shhhhhh" George shushed her.
"Sorry" Kira apolagized, not understanding why.
"What are you doing up?" Fred asked.
"I already asked you that" Kira stated.
"Stop being so childish and answer the question" George scolded her.
"Well, I AM a child" Kira hissed.
"You put up a good argument" George grinned.
Fred explained that they had decided to take a midnight tour of the school.
"Why?" Kira asked.
"Why not?" George answered.
"You wanna come?" Fred asked.
"I don't think it's a good idea. Remember what happened earlier?" Kira replied.
Fred and George looked at each other then back up at Kira. Fred stepped forward first.
"Come on, d'you really wan ta stay cooped up in 'ere?"
Kira didn't answer and Fred and George headed over to the painting. They opened it and climbed out. Kira bit her lip as she tried to know what to do. She was terified of being alone, she had been alone at Takai's base and it had been horrible. She also hated being trapped inside. She held her ground untill the painting started closing, then she leapt from the chair and ran toward it. She pulled herself up and jumped down the other side just before it closed. Fred and George were already heading down the hall and were out of sight. Kira was trying to figure out which direction they went in. She looked around, then a clear, white hand came out of a wall. Kira pressed herself against the wall opposite the hand and saw it was coming toward her. She dropped to the ground with her legs infront of her and her knees by her head. She made her hands into fist and held them close to her chin, then she closed her eyes and waited for the thing to attack.
"Are you lost?" A vioce asked, it sounded friendly.
Kira opened one eye and peeked out to see who was talking to her.
She saw a teenage boy standing over her, he was wearing a victorian outfit and had a scarf wound tightly around his neck. Kira opened her other eye.
"I... I thought I saw a.." Kira looked over at the wall that the hand had been coming through, there wasn't anything there.
"A ghost?" The boy smiled.
"I don't know what it was" Kira explained.
The boy gave her a confused look.
"Like me?" He asked.
"No, it looked scary" Kira answered.
The boy laughed, he then extened his hand and helped her up.
"Well, I'm glad you don't think I'm scary. My names Nicholas"
Kira smiled back at him and introduced herself.
"My name is Kira"
Nicholas bowed politely, and Kira coppied.
"Umm, I was woundering if you could help me" Kira said as she looked around.
"Go on" Nicholas nodded his head.
"Well, I'm looking for two...friends... of mine, they left here a while ago and I lost them" Kira admitted.
"Well, M'Lady, I did see two gental men that were walking over towards the west, fire red hair and malicious grins" Nicholas answerd.
"That's them! Thank you" Kira smiled, her eyes looked so sincere that Nicholas found himself feeling happy, and a warm glow came.
Kira's entire expression was usually based around her eyes, she could me smiling, but when you looked in her eyes you could see that they weren't happy at all. When she was happy, they shone magnificantly and told her true feelings. Those eyes didn't lie, they held with in them, Kira's soul. Nicholas bowed to her as she ran off to the west. He watched her go with a great feeling welling up inside him.
"Well, at least someone doesn't think I'm scary" He whispered.
Kira ran and ran, untill she finally found Fred and George. They all greeted each other and then headed over to a window. Kira looked out the window as Fred and George started setting up a little prank. Whoever came down this hall would see a large green ooze coming towards them, but there wouldn't realy be anything there. Kira felt so trapped, she couldn't stand it. It felt like she was in a cage, she needed to be outside. Kira sighed, then this feeling came over her. She couldn't explain the feeling, but her eyes shone and her hair flowed behind her as if she was underwater with every move she made. Kira leapt up off the ground and onto the window ledge, floating up to it. She walked out and onto the roof of another hall. She walked to the end of the ledge and stared into something that was to hard to describe. But it made her feel like she belonged there. She was happy and sad at the same time.
"Kira!" Fred called after her. Kira returned to normal and looked over at him.
"Yes?" She asked, smiling.
"What are you doing!??" Fred called over to her.
Kira just smiled.
"You and George can go back, I'm fine" Kira stated.
"Huh?" Fred asked.
"I'm fine, I just need some air" Kira answered and returned to gazing across the landscape.
"Are you sure? Isn't it really high?" Fred asked.
"I'm fine" Kira repeated.
Fred left, reluctantly and George followed after lingering for a while.
When they were gone Kira slowly sat down, folding her legs up toward her shoulders and wraping her arms tightly around them. She cried as she thought about how much danger she had put her friends in, and how close she had come to a horrible death, and that people would always try to hurt her. She could feel a power within her while she was up there, but she also felt like a little girl. Kira needed someone that had a strange power, like she did. The little child shivered as her shoulders shook with each sob. She was meant to be a killer, to kill for Voldermort! She cried harder as the thought that she might have killed one of her friends came over her. If it hadn't been for James, she might have killed a lot of people.
