Chapter 3- Words Spoken, Enclosed in Fire
DON'T ROCK DA BOAT! Snape's a bit out of charecter but I don't care!
"What are you doing here?" Snape blurted out as Neithe entered the room, completly unaware of his presence. He watched her float across the wooden floor, dust blooming all around her. Blue light flickered through the boarded window and across her eyes, making her entire face seem gaunt and lifeless. It had seemed she hadn't heard him, or was ignoring him.
Neithe crossed over to the window. She rested her hand on the boards, turning them to black ash. As it poured to ground she marveled at the sight of the storm. God seems unhappy...she thought to herself, uncaring, even glad that things didn't always go his way.
Severus frowned. "What...are...you...doing...here?" he asked again slowly. She still wasn't responding; she just countinued to watch the storm. Then it dawned in him: she is probaly so used to not being seen that she thinks I'm talking to someone else!
She turned and glared at him. His ignorance was starting to anger her. "That doesn't concern you..." Neithe said, barly moving her lips. She withdrew a vile out of her cloak. Inside of it contained blue power. She popped the cork off and withdrew one single flake, holding it tenderly on her palm. With one gentle blow, it floated off and onto Snape's bedsheets.
As soon as it made contact, the bedsheets burst into brillient green flames. The force and the heat overtook him quickly as it burned his skin clear off. It burnt his face and body, ripping even his soul apart. This was far worse then any Cruccio (spelling?) curse Voldemort had ever done to him. Severus screamed out in pain and agony, unable to move. He couldn't think, and yet he hadn't died...
Neithe, obviously bored, left the room in her usual blank face. The thunder slowly pounded in her ears.
R&R!
