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about them.
Author's Note: Still no reviews.. Cus Morgan. STILL doesn't quite count despite the fact that she chooses to post under another name.. But yes. Review. Please. If anyone actually reads my stories anyways.
The manor was dark and cold where Demetrius Johnson rested. He sat in front of the roaring fire place in his emerald green chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was tired, not just tired in the physical sense, he was emotionally tired too. He had worked hard all of his life, despite the fact that he had inherited his family's fortune, yet it had amounted to nothing, for he had no one to share it with.
He closed his eyes briefly and thought of Claire, Claire who had been so beautiful, so happy and so loving. Why hadn't he seen how he'd loved her? Before she'd disappeared? Why had he been so mean to her? His last memory of her was of her crying, after he'd told her that he could never love her. And then the phone call came, a few hours later, saying that she had just been kidnapped. The poor girl, she was just a squib.
Demetrius sighed and felt a tear forming in his eye for Claire. He moved to wipe it away, not willing to be weak, but then thought to himself. Isn't Claire worth you crying over? And he let it fall.
"What's that?" A voice said from just behind Demetrius. "A tear? You make me sick sometimes."
Demetrius didn't even turn around. He knew who it was. He also knew that a wand was pointed right at him, and he wouldn't be able to draw his wand in time to do anything.
"Crucio." The voice said.
Demetrius welcomed the blackness that came along with the pain, and he let it take him.
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Several miles away a boy screamed and woke to find himself facing a petrified fifth year Ravenclaw in the infirmary of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The boy had no idea where he was when he woke up and immediately tried to get up. He was startled to find himself bound to the bed and he looked at the girl who stood there, menacingly. She backed away in fear, without thinking of the fact that he couldn't hurt her.
"Where am I?" He demanded.
"In the Hogwarts Infirmary." Lauretta stuttered out backing up even further as she pushed a curl out of her face. She ran into a desk and shrieked in surprise.
The boy looked around again, taking it all in, and confirming that it was indeed the Hogwarts Infirmary. "Oh, right then." He replied. "Sorry I scared you."
At this, Lauretta let a breath out that she hadn't known that she was holding. "It's okay." She whispered, still sounding terrified. "I mean, after, well. its okay."
He pulled at the straps holding him onto the bed in vain. "Do you think you could let me loose?" He inquired of Lauretta, looking up at her with hopeful blue eyes.
"I don't think I really should." She said, biting her lip as she continued to cling to the desk that she had hit. "I mean, not without Madame Pomfrey's permission."
He lay back against his pillow, defeated. "I understand."
Lauretta was overcome with pity for him, but she remained terrified as before. Although, in light of this renewed knowledge of his helplessness, Lauretta pushed a chair over to his bedside and sat next to him.
"So who are you?" The boy asked companionably, seemingly resigned to his state.
"Lauretta Tonks." She replied crisply. She held out her hand to shake, noticed once again that his hands were bound, and lowered it quickly, blushing intently.
The boy tittered slightly at her shame. "It's okay, I really understand."
Lauretta just continued to look down at her hands.He's worse than a Weasley.
"My name is Jack." He changed the subject abruptly. "Jack Mayors."
"Pleased to meet you." Lauretta stuttered. She bit her lip again softly in the place where a familiar bruise inside her mouth keeping the secret of the nervous habit, why was it that she could never get over her shyness? No matter how nice someone seemed, no matter how welcoming? She thought of how she'd been starting to be warm with Randy, and then Giovanni's words came crashing through her brain. "I don't even know why Randy pities you." Lauretta dug her heels into the floor in an effort to anchor herself down; she was not running away. "What year are you in?" she asked tentatively.
"Sixth year." He said sighing slightly. "I wish I was in fifth; I would love to try for the Hogwarts champion. It always seems to miss me. It's really not fair."
"I'm in fifth year." Lauretta stated quietly, she dug her heels into the floor a bit harder. She glanced down, letting her hair fall over her eyes.
"Are you going to try for champion?" Jack asked. Lauretta glanced up at him, to see that he was looking her over and sizing her up, she blushed again and looked back down. She wasn't used to having boys look at her that way. In fact she didn't think that most boys even noticed that she existed.
"I was considering it." She said, and she heard how weak her voice sounded. Her tones were becoming more and more dulcet as she spoke, and she looked down once again. She figured he must be thinking what a bad champion she'd make, no courage. Well she wasn't a Gryffindor, what did everyone expect?
"I think you'd have a fair chance." Jack said. Lauretta was expecting him to say something along those lines, but the tone at which he said it shocked her. He truly sounded as if he had faith that she could lead Hogwarts to victory.
And why couldn't I? She asked herself. You don't need to be courageous to be clever enough to think of the spells. And she was known for being smart. "I hope so." She said, returning his smile gingerly. She had a sinking feeling in the back of her head that she wasn't being careful enough with her feelings. After all, Randy would've said the same thing wouldn't he?
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A couple floors away from Jack and Lauretta, a girl woke up to find herself face to face with the Headmistress of the school. Her eyes widened as they focused on the kindly face, and she stuttered as she moved to get up. "Am... am I in... in trouble?" she asked, looking from Hermione's concerned face to that of Madame Pomfrey's.
"No dear." Madame Pomfrey assured her. "But there does appear to be something wrong with you I'm afraid."
Hallie sighed as if she almost already knew that this was coming. She was used to having various things being wrong with her, and being in and out of the hospital/infirmary wouldn't faze her. It might be enough to scare off her new friend Lauretta though.
With the thought of Lauretta, the memory of what had happened sparked in Hallie's brain. "Where is Lauretta?" She asked, while in her thoughts she was thinking, 'oh dear, I scared her off already.'
"Well, she ran off to go get help after you passed off, and when she found me she went to the Infirmary in order to find Madame Pomfrey. Since I found Poppy on my way here, I assume that Lauretta is waiting for us impatiently at the Infirmary."
"Really?" Hallie asked and Hermione nodded.
After Hermione, Madame Pomfrey, and Hallie had arrived at the infirmary, Lauretta suddenly remembered that she had to meet the Gothic Weasley at the library. She looked at her watch and sighed. "Oh dear," she muttered as Jack watched on in amusement. "I'm late. Are you sure you're okay?" she asked Hallie.
"Mmhmmm." Hallie replied.
"Well then I really have to go, I'm sorry, I'll talk to you later. Bye guys!" she said to Hallie and Jack.
Lauretta positively flew down the corridors towards the library. She knew that people in the hall were probably starting to wonder about why she was running so much today, but she didn't have time to stop and think if she wanted that kind of attention because she didn't want to unleash the wrath of the Gothic Weasley.
When she got there the Weasley was sitting at a table by herself a very aloof expression on her face. "Where've you been?" She asked when Lauretta, breathing heavily because of her sprint, slid into the only other chair at the table.
Lauretta cringed slightly, noticing that Gothica didn't even bother to grace her with a look. "I was at the infirmary." She replied softy, not actually expecting the other girl to hear her.
Gothic Weasley did hear her though, and her ears perked up with interest. "Really. why?"
"Well Hallie came up to our dorm earlier and passed out." Lauretta explained, "And so I went to go find Madame Pomfrey to go help her, and I ended up waiting at the infirmary, and meeting the boy who was attacked yesterday."
The Weasley narrowed her eyes at Lauretta at the mention of the boy. "Did you think I actually cared what your lame excuse was?" She asked. "You're wasting my time, lets get to work."
Lauretta sighed, once again. what had she expected?
Author's Note: Still no reviews.. Cus Morgan. STILL doesn't quite count despite the fact that she chooses to post under another name.. But yes. Review. Please. If anyone actually reads my stories anyways.
The manor was dark and cold where Demetrius Johnson rested. He sat in front of the roaring fire place in his emerald green chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was tired, not just tired in the physical sense, he was emotionally tired too. He had worked hard all of his life, despite the fact that he had inherited his family's fortune, yet it had amounted to nothing, for he had no one to share it with.
He closed his eyes briefly and thought of Claire, Claire who had been so beautiful, so happy and so loving. Why hadn't he seen how he'd loved her? Before she'd disappeared? Why had he been so mean to her? His last memory of her was of her crying, after he'd told her that he could never love her. And then the phone call came, a few hours later, saying that she had just been kidnapped. The poor girl, she was just a squib.
Demetrius sighed and felt a tear forming in his eye for Claire. He moved to wipe it away, not willing to be weak, but then thought to himself. Isn't Claire worth you crying over? And he let it fall.
"What's that?" A voice said from just behind Demetrius. "A tear? You make me sick sometimes."
Demetrius didn't even turn around. He knew who it was. He also knew that a wand was pointed right at him, and he wouldn't be able to draw his wand in time to do anything.
"Crucio." The voice said.
Demetrius welcomed the blackness that came along with the pain, and he let it take him.
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Several miles away a boy screamed and woke to find himself facing a petrified fifth year Ravenclaw in the infirmary of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The boy had no idea where he was when he woke up and immediately tried to get up. He was startled to find himself bound to the bed and he looked at the girl who stood there, menacingly. She backed away in fear, without thinking of the fact that he couldn't hurt her.
"Where am I?" He demanded.
"In the Hogwarts Infirmary." Lauretta stuttered out backing up even further as she pushed a curl out of her face. She ran into a desk and shrieked in surprise.
The boy looked around again, taking it all in, and confirming that it was indeed the Hogwarts Infirmary. "Oh, right then." He replied. "Sorry I scared you."
At this, Lauretta let a breath out that she hadn't known that she was holding. "It's okay." She whispered, still sounding terrified. "I mean, after, well. its okay."
He pulled at the straps holding him onto the bed in vain. "Do you think you could let me loose?" He inquired of Lauretta, looking up at her with hopeful blue eyes.
"I don't think I really should." She said, biting her lip as she continued to cling to the desk that she had hit. "I mean, not without Madame Pomfrey's permission."
He lay back against his pillow, defeated. "I understand."
Lauretta was overcome with pity for him, but she remained terrified as before. Although, in light of this renewed knowledge of his helplessness, Lauretta pushed a chair over to his bedside and sat next to him.
"So who are you?" The boy asked companionably, seemingly resigned to his state.
"Lauretta Tonks." She replied crisply. She held out her hand to shake, noticed once again that his hands were bound, and lowered it quickly, blushing intently.
The boy tittered slightly at her shame. "It's okay, I really understand."
Lauretta just continued to look down at her hands.He's worse than a Weasley.
"My name is Jack." He changed the subject abruptly. "Jack Mayors."
"Pleased to meet you." Lauretta stuttered. She bit her lip again softly in the place where a familiar bruise inside her mouth keeping the secret of the nervous habit, why was it that she could never get over her shyness? No matter how nice someone seemed, no matter how welcoming? She thought of how she'd been starting to be warm with Randy, and then Giovanni's words came crashing through her brain. "I don't even know why Randy pities you." Lauretta dug her heels into the floor in an effort to anchor herself down; she was not running away. "What year are you in?" she asked tentatively.
"Sixth year." He said sighing slightly. "I wish I was in fifth; I would love to try for the Hogwarts champion. It always seems to miss me. It's really not fair."
"I'm in fifth year." Lauretta stated quietly, she dug her heels into the floor a bit harder. She glanced down, letting her hair fall over her eyes.
"Are you going to try for champion?" Jack asked. Lauretta glanced up at him, to see that he was looking her over and sizing her up, she blushed again and looked back down. She wasn't used to having boys look at her that way. In fact she didn't think that most boys even noticed that she existed.
"I was considering it." She said, and she heard how weak her voice sounded. Her tones were becoming more and more dulcet as she spoke, and she looked down once again. She figured he must be thinking what a bad champion she'd make, no courage. Well she wasn't a Gryffindor, what did everyone expect?
"I think you'd have a fair chance." Jack said. Lauretta was expecting him to say something along those lines, but the tone at which he said it shocked her. He truly sounded as if he had faith that she could lead Hogwarts to victory.
And why couldn't I? She asked herself. You don't need to be courageous to be clever enough to think of the spells. And she was known for being smart. "I hope so." She said, returning his smile gingerly. She had a sinking feeling in the back of her head that she wasn't being careful enough with her feelings. After all, Randy would've said the same thing wouldn't he?
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A couple floors away from Jack and Lauretta, a girl woke up to find herself face to face with the Headmistress of the school. Her eyes widened as they focused on the kindly face, and she stuttered as she moved to get up. "Am... am I in... in trouble?" she asked, looking from Hermione's concerned face to that of Madame Pomfrey's.
"No dear." Madame Pomfrey assured her. "But there does appear to be something wrong with you I'm afraid."
Hallie sighed as if she almost already knew that this was coming. She was used to having various things being wrong with her, and being in and out of the hospital/infirmary wouldn't faze her. It might be enough to scare off her new friend Lauretta though.
With the thought of Lauretta, the memory of what had happened sparked in Hallie's brain. "Where is Lauretta?" She asked, while in her thoughts she was thinking, 'oh dear, I scared her off already.'
"Well, she ran off to go get help after you passed off, and when she found me she went to the Infirmary in order to find Madame Pomfrey. Since I found Poppy on my way here, I assume that Lauretta is waiting for us impatiently at the Infirmary."
"Really?" Hallie asked and Hermione nodded.
After Hermione, Madame Pomfrey, and Hallie had arrived at the infirmary, Lauretta suddenly remembered that she had to meet the Gothic Weasley at the library. She looked at her watch and sighed. "Oh dear," she muttered as Jack watched on in amusement. "I'm late. Are you sure you're okay?" she asked Hallie.
"Mmhmmm." Hallie replied.
"Well then I really have to go, I'm sorry, I'll talk to you later. Bye guys!" she said to Hallie and Jack.
Lauretta positively flew down the corridors towards the library. She knew that people in the hall were probably starting to wonder about why she was running so much today, but she didn't have time to stop and think if she wanted that kind of attention because she didn't want to unleash the wrath of the Gothic Weasley.
When she got there the Weasley was sitting at a table by herself a very aloof expression on her face. "Where've you been?" She asked when Lauretta, breathing heavily because of her sprint, slid into the only other chair at the table.
Lauretta cringed slightly, noticing that Gothica didn't even bother to grace her with a look. "I was at the infirmary." She replied softy, not actually expecting the other girl to hear her.
Gothic Weasley did hear her though, and her ears perked up with interest. "Really. why?"
"Well Hallie came up to our dorm earlier and passed out." Lauretta explained, "And so I went to go find Madame Pomfrey to go help her, and I ended up waiting at the infirmary, and meeting the boy who was attacked yesterday."
The Weasley narrowed her eyes at Lauretta at the mention of the boy. "Did you think I actually cared what your lame excuse was?" She asked. "You're wasting my time, lets get to work."
Lauretta sighed, once again. what had she expected?