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Chapter 8 - Blood has a Silver Lining
Meissa sat on her bed, she had indulged in repainting her nails black. She thought of Remus and Lucien, screwing the cap back on the nail varnish. Raking through the small drawer of personal belongings, she found some spare parchment and wrote to Lucien, telling him about all the normal things she could think of. She wrote about experiencing her first Quidditch match, and about the oncoming Halloween ball. She couldn't care less about any of these things, but she didn't want to worry him and Remus. She asked him about what the plans were for Christmas.
After she had finished, she took the short route to the Owlery and sent the letter with her favourite black barn owl. Pausing slightly to tickle a large Tawny that had left its perch to flutter to the window ledge, she sighed as she caught sight of the moon shimmering across the lake. She dawdled back to the common room, it was always good to have a walk on your own to think about things.
Tabby and Alex kept the rest of the group entertained the others next morning complaining about Severus Snape, who had given them both an hour long detention after their abysmal marks in Potions. 'It's not fair, he's the one who should be ashamed, he's teaching us!' Alex moaned over his toast. Meissa smiled sympathetically. She had no intention of telling the others about Snape's conversation during their last encounter.
Potions that day proved to test Meissa's endurance even further, as she maturely ignored the insults hissed from Hayes and his cronies, if Snape was so understanding in her personal matters why didn't he give them detentions like he had her. She sliced her hand accidentally when trying to cut up her shrivel fig. She swore loudly in the confined silence of the room and then blushed. Hayes burst out laughing until he noticed Snape staring down at him.
A letter and package dropped onto the table in front of Meissa the next morning. She finished her porridge, which was smooth on her throat and solved the battle of forcing herself to eat.
She left the Great Hall and the others followed, Alex carrying a stack of toast. They went to the Library and she let Tabby and Claudia unwrap the package while she read the letter:
Dear Meissa,
Glad to hear things are going well, hope you like your present, and it's for the Halloween ball.
Remus sends his love and wants to know if you would like to join us at Christmas?
We really miss you and we hope to see you soon,
Lucien
'Wow! It's beautiful!' Claudia squealed. She held up the blood red robes with silver lining to Meissa, they had lace sleeves patterned with spider webs and a fitted waist. Meissa gasped, wondering how much they had cost.
The next few days passed without hindrance. Meissa sat on her bed, tweaking her limp hair in front of the hovering mirror and examining her appearance with satisfaction. Blood red lips to match her dress. She soon found Seth in the common room, he had a knack for standing out; Skin-tight pinstripe trousers met black boots. A Nirvana T-shirt framed by long black robes that hung open to show off the vintage band name. His hair was amazing as usual, a veil of black hair covered a fringe of scarlet. She liked the idea of Muggle and Wizard entwined.
For most of the night Meissa watched, amused, as Professor McGonagall try to prize Snape out of his chair towards the dance hall. She'd have better luck peeling paint from wood.
Seth actually burst out laughing as McGonagall gave in and stalked off, only to be whisked off by Professor Mordant. Meissa decided it was now or never. She nudged Seth and reluctantly followed her to the dance floor. She was surprised at how clammy his usually cold hand has been.
Meissa found that the Hall had gotten very hot all of a sudden, she was quite glad when Claudia grabbed Seth and pulled him through the crowds to dance, she turned to make her way back to the Slytherin table when Alex came ambling over. 'It's hot in here isn't it' he shouted over the music. She nodded and he motioned to the doors. She followed, deciding it couldn't do any harm to slip outside for a few moments.
Alex was heading out of the Entrance Hall doors into the Grounds. 'What the hell…where are you going' she shouted after him.
The cold wind took her by surprise but she followed him, not wanting to leave him outside in the dark. He had a knack for walking quickly, Meissa fought to keep up, all the while slightly panicked by the chance of missing the rest of the Halloween ball, which had been great so far. He stopped at the lake, wacthing the glittery surface. The moon was crescent shaped, there was not a cloud in the sky... perfect. Alex truend backto look at her, grinning...
then he was looking past her, his smile faltered and she pushed her flailing hair, trying to see what he had seen
'AVADA KEDAVRA!'... the voice ripped through the air.
A flash of green light shot past Meissa and hit Alex straight in the chest.
He gasped, his eyes opening wide as the rush of death pulled life from his body.
Meissa had let out a piercing shriek before he had even hit the ground, whirling on the spot to face the killer.
Heartbroken sobs filled the air, punctuated by her screams as she merely stared at the motionless hooded figure. She gasped and tried to summon a spell. Too late, the figure lunged forward and knocked her off her feet and they fell, scrambling for their lost wands in the muddy darkness.
A hand clutched her throat, cutting off her air...
She reflexively drew back her fist and punched the face that loomed ever closer...
The hand had recoiled...
On instinct she grasped desperately in the grass and found a wand. The wizard was blasted backwards by her spell. He lay in an unconscious heap. Meissa screamed in torment when she turned to see Alex's body. Pulling his already cold arm over her shoulder, she heaved his dead weight and dragged him blindly towards the castle.