Disclaimer: no way! Hello! Have you read my story? No… just, no. I mean come on! Do you seriously think j.k. really sits around writing fanfics -and here is the key- to her own story! no. exactly. (this will carry over to all chappys, so I don't have to… or do we always have to re-write it? Does anyone know? Oh well…)

Previous chappy:

A few minutes later, Rogue was on her way upstairs with a big buck full of ice, cold water…

Chapter Two: Ar-are those, umm… owls?

And then, almost at the top, Rogue tripped! She then dropped the bucket and the water spilled everywhere. Her foot slipped off the step, it twisted, her hand, which was still holding the bucket, flipped around to catch herself, but only succeeded in smacking herself in the head with the bucket and drenching herself from the water left in the bucket. When her wrist, which was pressed on the edge of the bucket, came in contact with the lower step, her wrist was smashed into the edge of the bucket. This emitted an extremely loud crack, which reverberated off the walls of the staircase, and up to their rooms.

This caused Alice to wonder, first, why was Rogue taking so long, and second, what in the hell was that crack? That sounded gross… almost like a bone breaking or something… It was at this point she remembered how much of a klutz rogue was, and the reason she could be taking so long could be that she is stuck in a painful position and couldn't move. And that crack certainly did not sound promising… she thought. I had better go see what happened…

Little did rogue know, that was not her usual klutzy-ness that made her trip. It was a small, dark & greasy haired boy at the top of the stairs.Snape had thrown a small curse at her with his mind, as he did not yet have a wand. See, his father had actually written him, and told him that if worked hard to become a good wizard he might take him back. But, let's just say that Snape had some extreme anger built-up from his father leaving him there at the orphanage in the first place. He would obviously oblige, as he hated it there. But this certainly did not mean he wasn't angry. Unfortunately for Rogue, she was his first living object he found to relive his anger. (He slept in a room alone. For two reasons, One: No child there would dare sleep in the same room as him out of fear. Two: The supervisors also feared for any child's safety if put in the same room as him. No one liked him much… if you couldn't tell) Fortunately for Snape, Rogue was one of the people he hated most there.

Though when he heard he bone break he did not smile, he shuddered and ran away. He had not meant to cause that much harm to her and he certainly did not know that would happen. So he left Rogue there as soon as he heard the crack.

So Alice walked down the hall and over to the steps. What she saw was certainly unexpected to say the least. Rogue was laying there, her right hand three steps down resting on the edge of the empty ice water bucket, which she assumed was the reason Rogue was drenched, and her right wrist bone barely poking out of her skin. (That's the ulna, the little one on the outside) Her eye looked about the bruise, and her forehead was already starting to look purple-ish and greenish. Her ankle looked twisted and she was apparently knocked out.

Alice stood there in a daze for a few seconds, before realizing she had to hurry and go get the nurse.

Alice ran to the nurse's office further down the hall (luckily it wasn't downstairs, or else she would have had to try to jump over Rogue). When she got there she knocked on the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She must be out… but I have no idea why she should be… hmm… strange… but I have to hurry! she quickly remembered.

She started back, and as she glanced out the window she noticed Mrs. Emilie (the nurse) outside. She wondered why but before she could even move she noticed a bird. No wait… not one but two, three… a bunch! Wait a second… they kinda looked like… "Ar-are those ummm, owls?"