Whispher
Chapter 6
"Whispher?" Blaise said tentaively. They were in the Library. He was standing behind her as she sat on an antique desk reading through Raine's wad of papers.
"NaNaNa Manananana." She was humming what seemed to be Heart and Soul.
"Whispher?" he gently tapped her shoulder, startling her.
"AARGH! Holy Fuck."
He raised an eyebrow at her, "What?"
"Nevermind." She murmured, "We shall start. Where's Raine?"
"She said she wasn't coming. Is she alright? She's been awfully distant lately."
"No, she isn't and it serves her right." Blaise frowned, he had noticed alot of animosity between the girls, It was puzzling.
"Scrap that are you alright?"
"I'm just fucking peachy." He was confused. Whispher was very moody.
"Whispher...?" he reached out to her and she shook him off. She walked away humming to herself again. Blaise was used to this and followed her.
"Let me get changed." she disapeared into her room and came out ten minutes later, dressed all in black.
It was a dark stormy summers afternoon three weeks into the holidays when two teenagers knocked at the door to the burrow. Mrs Weasley opened her front door to find a soaking wet Blaise Zambini carrying the unconscious form of a young, severly beaten girl.
"Please..." Blaise croaked, his lip bleeding steadily, "Please help us."