Now honestly people...do you think I own Harry Potter??? OH THANK YOU!!!.......oh....that was the voices in my head....sorry hangs head I own the names of random places you haven't heard of and Monica is owned by...ummm..Monica.
Julia: Yes, I know of TATU and I figured I could use "All the Things She Said" or whatever it is...in some way, shape, or form...Maybe having to do with Kel/Rory girl-to-girl moment....yuck....
Haven Bloodcrow: I love metal...come on! WHO DOESN'T LOVE METAL?!?! many preps and posers raise their hands OH FORGET YOU! sticks out tongue I'll check Kittie out!!!
Piedermort: What do the voices say to you??? Have you named them yet? What is this James Bond???? I will live to see another day??? Bond scares me...ESPECIALLY IN A CLOWN SUIT!!!
Daluver: ITS NOT MY FAULT!!!! ITS JUST SCARY IN GENERAL!! I BET HALF THESE PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF CLOWNS!! SO WHY CAN'T I BE AFRAID OF SNAPE IN A CLOWN SUIT?!?! deep breath You like that word "fantabulous" don't you? Like my word "prettiful" but in my language that means "EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!" ahem And of course it's a good story, I chose it! laughs insanely
Mel62: Of course you love all of Evanescence...what do you think of nobody's fool?
SpicySuga: Don't worry, she IS NOT, I REPEAT IS NOT going soft. Yes the world will suffer....I must meet your sister and destroy the world BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Wrstr3: Duh you're gonna say that!! I know where you live! Well not really but I got the general area!!!!! And I could probably get off of that giant yellow cheese wagon there! BEWARE!!! Laughs like crazy
On with the wonderful story!! pulls curtains back crowd goes wild WOOHOO!!
"Miss? Miss Black?" Someone was obviously stupid enough to try and wake her up. Rory heard her, but was too tired to respond, so she simply grabbed an extra pillow and squeezed it over her head. "Go away...!" she mumbled. "But Miss...breakfast is ready...." The voice was muffled through the door, but she heard the feminine voice and groaned, "Alright, alright..."
Rory dragged herself out of bed and over to the door. (a/n she was decent! She was wearing a cami and jeans remember!?) She creaked the door open a bit and looked the woman over. She was in the least...short. She looked around Rory's age with dark brown hair and was very tan with faded blue highlights that had grown out. She had glimmering dark brown eyes that had a suppressed mischievous glint to them. The girl seemed as though she was nearly starved. Then she noticed the delicious steaming hot pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage links, piping hot coffee, and buttered toast that she was carrying. (a/n I haven't had breakfast yet! -U) Rory's stomach growled greedily and she felt a familiar gnawing in her stomach. She grinned slightly to the girl and opened the door enough to let her in. "Here you are, Miss," the she said politely as she set the tray down on a wooden desk in the corner. "Thanks, but call me R-Dawn...Who are you?" she answered staring at the mouthwatering food. (a/n rummages through random drawer. Pulls out celery EWWWWWWWWW!!!)
"I'm Monica. Those incredibly dumb guards decided to put me up to serving you, Dawn." The girl answered angrily. "Monica, eh? You look familiar? Did you go to Hogwarts?" Rory asked. "Uh...yes, definitely! I was in Slytherin. I should be in seventh year now! Did you go too?!" Monica asked excited. "Monica?! Monica Seville?! Its me, Hermione!!" Rory replied astonished to see her slightly psychotic, and very arrogantly Slytherin friend. Then again, she was very immature and often super-happy. "Oh my God! What are you doing here, girl? And as Ms. Dawn Black, no less."
"Heh. Well. About that. Ya see, I'm with the light army, under cover here, to break the prisoners free. Then I'll take 'em back to HQ. You're a prisoner here too?" Rory said, emotionless.
"Yeah. Dad did SOMETHING to upset Voldemort...God only knows what, but I got taken away around last summer. Yadda, yadda, yadda," Monica confessed, obviously getting bored with the conversation.
'ADD?????...Nah.... HDD...and vertical challenged...how could I forget...?'
"Did you see Malfoy in your time here?" Rory asked suspiciously.
"Malfoy? Malfoy is HERE?! Coolie!! I missed him a lot...that was a hot one right there..." Monica was daydreaming by this point in the conversation.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks, Monica...Don't worry, I'll bust you out, too. But now, you better get back to your chores or whatever. Don't wanna get you into trouble or anything..." Rory trailed off.
"Oh! Stupid Monica! I forgot these," she said to herself more than anyone, as she pulled out a set of clothes and laid them on the shimmering bed.
"Thanks, Mon," Rory said curtly as the girl walked out of the room talking to herself animatedly. 'Yeah...GROW UP!' Rory grinned at the thought of ACTUALLY saying that, but she knew Monica would turn around and pounce on her like a wild banshee. Two reasons Monica didn't like that: One-She is vertically challenged and Two-She is incredibly happy acting like a little kid. INCREDIBLY.
Rory sat down in her desk chair and stared down at her food. Suddenly, she began to stuff her mouth. Of course, no one was watching, so it didn't make any difference, but when she was done she insisted to herself that she leave a little of everything, as she was supposed to be 'little Miss Pureblood Perfection.' In other words, be Pansy, except prettier...
When she was done, Rory got up out of her chair and unfolded the clothes sitting on her bed. It was a pair of dark blue flared jeans and a simple white shirt and all of her other necessities. But of course, being purebloods, they insisted on wearing those bulky robes that gave them that dramatic 'swoosh into the room' effect, so here they were. The classic dark green robes. She tried everything on and of course they fit perfectly. Everything in the pureblood world was perfect. It was sickening.
She jerked on her boots on once again and flung open the door. She swept down a few corridors and into the room where all the guards off duty stayed. Rory turned the corner and into an opening. She was met with a stone room, lively with lights. The room was filled with many muggle video games, like X Box, PS2, Game Cube, Atari, Nintendo, and also some larger arcade games. There were large couches, covered in bulky men watching the television. She even spotted Thomas, sprawled out on the floor, watching "Queer Eye For the Straight Guy."
She quickly dismissed the fact that they were watching a gay show and that they were in a room full of muggle things and weren't desperately trying to escape. She stepped over the carpet of men in the ever so popular 'Holier than Thou' sense. She walked over to her thick blond friend, Thomas.
"Ahh, there you are Thomas. Can I speak to you in the corridor outside?" Rory asked, more in a command than a question. "Of course, Miss..." Thomas responded respectfully as they both walked into the hall.
"First of all, Thomas, who was that pitiful girl you sent to serve me?" she asked, completely disgusted. "That was Monica, the only female prisoner around your age. She was taken because of her family's...misjudgments. She's been here for almost a year now," Thomas responded, hoping to give her an adequate answer. "Mmm hmm. She says she knows Draco. How is this?" Rory shot again. "Oh. They had cells next to one another for a small amount of time. I think they went to school together as well..." he answered nervously. "Either way, I expect my servants to be sanitary. I demand that she be cleaned up, fed sufficiently, and treated civilly while she is in my service," Rory demanded superiorly. Thomas nodded compliantly. "Good. That is all, Thomas."
Rory sat on her bed, thinking things over. She would visit the dungeons later. They would escape by night the next night, but when exactly? When would their guard be down? She would find out shortly. . She got up and went to the boy Thomas again, who was now on duty at his post, guarding the dungeon's door. "Thomas, allow me in," she demanded. He gave her a nod and solemnly unlocked the door and opened it for her permitting her to the dank, frigid room they called a dungeon. She heard the 'clank' of her heels as she put her first step on the stone floor.
This story is going to take a major turn soon. There are some clues in this chapter. See if ya can figure it out. I AM EVIL!! Suspense. Mental reminder noted and used. cackles evilly Gotta love the evilness. Also, I still need girl rock bands or other girl singers. I have already received TATU and Kittie. Give me some insight to these bands and submit your favorite girl singers, but now I also need a slutty song and a good guys song!! NOW PRESS THAT PRETTY BLUE BUTTON DOWN THERE AND REVIEW OR ELSE I SHALL THROW RANDOM COLORED FLAMING SPORKS!!!!!!!!
Lady of the Underworld, Zanza
(HAPPY?! I DON'T LIKE MY REAL NAME ANY BETTER THAN YOU BLUE!!)