After studying the rest of the books that Malfoy had lent you, you asked him for help with refining you powers. Some hours later, you felt like you were really making progress and you were actually able to control it roughly 90 percent of the time. As for the floating thing, that was probably just a fluke. For the first time in weeks you felt that you really didn't need to stay up all night or fall asleep on a stack of books, trying to learn. Instead, you made your way up to the girls dormitories and crashed on your already-made bed and immediately felt sleep overcome you.
You were in a dark room standing on the dark cold cobblestone floor. Flickering lights came from candles positioned on the deep red walls. There was nothing in the room, save a hard wooden chair and as frightened as you were, you felt you would be less frightened if you were out of this room. A door stood ajar in the corner of the room letting in a soft, eerie glow. You opened it slowly to find yourself in a hallway where there were more lights, but it seemed more sinister, this couldnt be modern day... a gentle weeping came from the far end of the hall and then a harsh voice came. A voice of a woman. You slowly apprached the far hall door and opened the door to see what was happening. "CRUCIO!" came the harsh womans voice. A shrill yell filled the room, echoing off the barren walls, a yell filled with pain and anguish. "You will think twice before trying to take my man away, wench!"
"But I didn't! I didn't do anything!" came the voice of the woman being tortured.
"This will teach you not to lie! AVVADA KADAVRA!" the harsh woman yelled. A green rush of light and sound issued from the womans wand that was held firmly in her grasp and struck the knealing woman square in the chest. She toppled over and didn't stir again, nor would she ever. A muffled kicking sound came as the angry woman kicked the lifeless body in front of her. "You shall all feel the rath of Medea..." she whispered and with a crack she was gone and you were being awoken by a girl shaking you. Pansy, ugh.
"Look, you need to either control your little night-terrors or go sleep in the common room because some of us are trying to sleep!" she exclamed angrily before storming off out into the common room.
Medea... I wonder if what I just saw was real...In the past...shes waiting...
You got up grogily and pulled on some clothes in just enough time to see Pansy tugging on Malfoys arm so he would come with her to breakfast. A letter was waiting for you on one of the tables. You knew who it was from, he was the only person who sent you mail other than your family and they were on vacation anyways.
Dear Mysterious,
People percieve me wrongly. They think because I dont shout out my problems to the world, that i dont have any. Like for instance, today I was wonderful in Defense against the Dark Arts, even though the teacher is a loon... but I really wish my parents could have been there to see it, but they will never, ever be able to because of what ...er.. you-know-who did to them. I have lost so many things to him that all I want is revenge, maybe some people don't see that but it's true. I'm trying to think of something else to tell you.. there's really nothing.. my birthday's in july.. if that helps any.. which I dont think it does. Oh I absolutely despise potions, and I would rather be eaten alive by one of the plants in Herbology than be in that class. As for meeting, I'm not sure you'll end up liking who you meet but I suppose we could meet at the halloween dance somewhere, it's next friday after all.
Sincerly yours,
The stranger from the letters
iThere was a dance next Friday? When did this happen ? You quickly sketched a letter out and sent it off, accepting his invitation to meeting at the dance.
The rest of the day went by in a blur as you traveled to the library, gaining admittance to the restricted section, with permission from Madam Pince, because you told her you were doing a research project and some other mumbo jumbo. Medea... Medea, where are you? It took you nearly 2 hours to find a book on her and her decendants, but it wasnt much help because it basically just told you what the other book had. You changed tactics and looked through jinxes and spells that you had missed in your training with Malfoy and studying. Boring. You made a mental note to find some way of getting a hold of more interesting jinx books or spells or something. You carefully noted each one of the spells that you looked up though, because it would surely be asked of you in your classes. Plus, for you, they were starting in little over a week. Dread and excitment fought in your stomach at the thought of finally getting to go to real 6th year classes.
The week coming up to the dance was filled with studying, reading, working on your skills, letters from the stranger, and of course listening to Pansy's constant berrating of Draco. It never failed, where he was, she was, where he wasn't, there she was...looking for him. One time, her shrill little voice erupted...looking for him no doubt, when you knew for a fact that he was in the library, came and you couldnt take it anymore. You used your powers to send a large bubble over to her, that engulfed her and drowned out her muffled screams of protest. It wouldn't pop, and she was stuck there beating on the smooth surface that enclosed all around her. After around an hour she gave up and just sat on the floor looking murderous. Malfoy came in a while later and cast a look at her in her pathetic bubble and turned to you.
"Alright Aurora, yes that's right, I called you by your first name, I figure you deserve that much when you could probably take me now, seeing as though you never seem to sleep. All you do is study. Anyways, I was wondering if you had a date for the dance tomorrow night, as I would be rather displeased if I had to take i that /i " he said gesturing towards the frantic looking bubble-encased Pansy. You had noone else to go with and frankly Draco wasn't exactly hideous. Plus, he was the one who had been helping you for the past 2 months so you readily accepted.
"Duh Draco, who else would want to take me... or that..." you said mimicking him and gesturing towards Pansy. "I suppose I should let her out... It's been close to three hours.." you said with a chuckle.
"I'm sure one night wouldn't hurt her..." Draco said laughing. He bid you goodnight and walked up to his dormitory. You followed suit, to your respected dormitory, but not before giving Pansy's bubble a swift kick. Much to your pleasure she rebounded off the side and started yelling with fury in her eyes. Fortunately for you, you couldn't read lips, and no sound was leaving that bubble so she could just waste all the breathe she wanted for all you cared. With another kick you traveled up the stairs and got dressed for bed. You laid down in bed for a long while it seemed, thinking about the dance, the stranger, and when you were going to meet him. Dreams filled with Medea's murderous manslaughters and rage that never seemed to extinguish. She's waiting...waiting..waking...wake..."WAKE UP!" came a cool voice from somewhere in the distance.
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"Pansy...? What are you doing in my bed?" you asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
"I'm not in your bed you piece of lard... you forget I'm a prefect, your little bubble escapade didn't go over too well with Snape might I add, you have detention Monday at 5. And I swear, one more of your stupid dreams waking me up from my beauty rest and I'll hex you into oblivion." she smirked and strode out of the room, leaving you alone, save Milicent Bulstrode and her outrageously loud snores. You were already peeved and it had only been 10 seconds since you got up and Milicents loud roars of slumber just took the cake. You strode over to her bed and kicked her mattress. She didn't move, but continued to snore just as loud, if not louder than before. So, naturally, instead of kicking the mattress you kicked her. She still didn't move. You threw your hands up in the air in the sort of "I-give-up" way and stomped out of the room.
All at once you were bombarded by the slytherin girls all running around frantically looking for who knows what. Alarmed, you grabbed the nearest scurrying girl and yanked her to the side of the girls staircase. "What is going on?" you asked her shaking her collar.
"THE DANCE! ITS TONIGHT AT 7! SO LITTLE TIME! LET ME GO!" she yelled and pulled herself free of your grip and literally sprinted up the stairs. The dance is at 7.. and its only 11...why... what in the world do they think theyre.. whatever.
You realized your classes were starting the following monday, so whilst every girl was scurrying around like chickens with their heads cut off, you sat yourself down on the couch and cracked open a book. It was strange, because before, when you lived at home, you rarely read, but now, with all these books, it was like you were being sucked in to each and every page. 2 hours went by, and the gentle running of the girls seemed to intensify because, oh my god, there was only 6 hours left! PANIC! Worthless rubbish. By now, your stomach was starting to growl and you figured you would rather be out of there when the girls started killing each other over a mirror or "the perfect shade of lipstick".
When you reached the great hall, mostly boys were scattered around the four house tables, of course there were a few girls sitting around like that stupid bookworm Granger and her little lapdogs. Milicent had also made her way down, and the look on her face implied that she was greatly enjoying the mound of pig meat in her mouth. Disgusted, you went to sit down far away from Milicent as you could when Harry nearly ran you over trying to get out of the great hall.
"Watch where you're going! You would think, being so 'smart', you would learn how to walk like a normal human. Although, I've always suspected that you were some kind of beast..."
"Oh hello, Aurora, what a horrible experience it has been to run into you, as always, ask Voldemort how hes doing from me will you?" and with a scowl he walked, fuming out of the great hall, clutching his forehead.
Ask Voldemort how he's doing? What does he think I am, some kind of deatheater? Hmm... well..possibilties..
You ate your lunch quietly, except when some Slytherin boy came and asked you to the dance, you gratefully turned him down, maybe a little rudely but you really didn't have time for that, now did you. You made to get out of the great hall when Neville Longbottom collided with you and sent him flying, as well as all his books. You laughed openly and heartily. "Neville you stupid git, watch where you're going, I swear, Gryffindors and they're sense of direction, you all really need to tune up on your motor skills." You kicked one of the books he was trying to pick up off the ground and it flew open. It was about Herbology. "Ah, longbottom, maybe you could grow some kind of plant that would make you less of a coward too.. That IS what Gryffindor's all about, is it not?"
He nodded furiously, sputtering and trying to pick up all his books when Snape rounded the corner.
"Miss Borealis.. Mr longbottom, what are you doing, causing a ruckus I see..? Especially you Mr. longbottom, get yourself off the floor." The smug grin on your face was one to rival Malfoy's by this point.
"Stop picking on Neville you Slytherin scum!" came a voice from somewhere down the hall. You wheeled around and of course, who else could it belong to but Saint Potter.
"Why dont you mind your own business Potter! Neville here, crashed into me just like you did!"
"I swear if you say one more foul thing I will.."
"Now now Mr. Potter, are you quite sure you want to finish that sentence?" came Snapes drawing voice from behind you.
"Porfessor Snape, I..."
"Detention potter, Monday at 5. And you'll be happy to know I'm on detention duty." And he strode away, down the corridor and out of sight. You smirked evilly and went to turn around to go back to your commonroom when WHAM you were knocked to the floor. You looked up from the ground to see Harry hovering over you with his arm outstretched and his wand in hand. You rubbed your sore bum and got up.
"Attacking a unarmed person are we potter? Thats not very saintly you know."
"Sorry, you cant fool me, I know your own little wand is in that overinflated head of yours. You better watch your back Borealis. " and he went to turn around.
Shes waiting... The rage inside you seemed to boil up more quickly these days. Harry went flying down the corridor on his back, backwards.
"No Harry, watch YOUR back." And you strode away angrier than you had been in quite a while. By the time you got back to the commonroom it was already 2:30 and the girls were now on a rampage. You decided to leave and come back at 4 to get ready because you sure as hell didn't need 4 and a half hours to get ready for some stupid dance. But where to go? It was too rainy to go outside...too hectic in the dormitories.. too much of a chance you'd run into Potty and Weasle in the great hall... Library it is I guess... As you walked up to the library, you passed many paintings, whos owners either greeted you, stared or laughed. Some of the most rude paintings you had ever met anyways. When you reached the library you found yourself a random book, hoping it would be good, then grabbed another just for good measure. You sat yourself down at an empty table, lit only by a single flickering candle, which wasnt very sufficient because the dark rainclouds outside were making it difficult to read.
After reading for a bit, with a little bit of difficulty, you heard a loud bang, the sound of a very large book being dropped on a flat surface i.e. a table. Hermione Granger had just strolled in with a rather large book that you were sure she would say was "light reading". What a load of rubbish. She must have noticed you were staring at her becuase she sent a swift glace over to you and you looked away quickly, not even sure why you were looking. The library idea had not been your best one, so you got up to leave when you heard Hermione's squeaky voice from the other table. "Aren't you going to put away your books?" she asked, sounded astounded that anyone could commit such a henious act.
"No, I'm not Granger, thats what a librarian is for, get back to work and mind your own business."
You heard her mumble something like '..so rude..' and you wheeled around.
"What was that?" you said rebounding on her.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak but all of the sudden a pair of loud heels and a very angry voice came from behind a book shelf. "YOU WILL NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE IN THIS LIBRARY! OUT OUT OUT!" came Madam Pinces angry voice, who was causing more of a ruckus than you were. Fuming, yet again, you went to make your way back to the common room to get ready for the dance, even though it was only 3:15.