Syrian sighed as she finished Runes of Ancient, Runes of Ole, Runes of New, Runes, the Whole by Aniva Enur. She had found the book in the room immediately, curious as it was, she picked it up anyway. She hadn't been able to find much on the subject that intrigued her so, for every book she desired appeared to have an age spell upon it, one she had yet to figure and thus couldn't break.
Syrian replaced the book upon the shelf she'd found it only to start contemplating the which to select next. Before she chose though, she cast the tempus spell, for the time escaped her. Seconds later. Large neon blue number glared at her from above, they read 12:43. she new she was in trouble.
"Merlin's beard," she hissed, as she quickly exited the room. She walked quickly through the halls, remembering quite clearly how she had come to arrive in the room she recently left, keeping to the shadows as to not be seen.
Unfortunately, when she had left the great hall, she had forgotten to inquire as to the location of the common room, "Blood Pops," she cursed as she stopped to pull her thoughts together.
She twirled her wand in her right hand as she thought, while her left rested on her hip. "where to, where to," she hummed.
Her right hand suddenly ceased its movement, indicating that she had indeed thought of something, with a complicated wave of her wand she murmured, "Point me: Natalie Black," under her breath of course.
A thin stream of light protruded from her wand in the direction of her sister, and she willingly followed. She knew that if she couldn't find her common room, her sister would help, or demand that she stay with her for the night.
In no time at all, Syrian once again found herself standing in front of the Fat Lady. The lady was fast asleep and she didn't want to wake her, but it was necessary. So she quietly rapped on the portraits frame, hoping that someone would answer.
The Fat Lady did awaken, but not abruptly so, she woke slowly looking about for the one whom woke her. When her sparkling, painted eyes came upon Syrian she smiled, "what can I do for you, young one?" she asked with a motherly tone to her voice.
"I need to speak with my sister," was all she said.
The Lady thought for a moment, "ah, I suppose you heard about her punching one of your housemates, a Mister Malfoy I believe."
Though it was true that Syrian had not heard about this incident, she nodded her head, "I understand that he's not the most, eloquent person, but he is only 13 and he is my housemate. Even if she does not have to deal with him, I do."
The Lady nodded thoughtfully, "I'll be just a moment my dear." And with that said, she disappeared from the frame.
Natalie sat in her dormitory, staring at the piece of parchment resting on her nightstand, she was hurt. Her sister seemed to want nothing to do with her now that they were at the same school. Before, it was different, in the evenings they would write eachother about there day, and say goodnight. Now, however, her sister hadn't bid her a goodnight and had even left dinner early. She didn't understand why.
"maybe," she thought, "maybe she thought that things would be different now that we're at the same school, maybe she thought that because we are in the same school and would see eachother, that we wouldn't need to say goodnight. Or. . .maybe she thinks that I don't want anything to do with her now that we're at the same school but in different houses." She paused her train of thought for a moment, "it's all Malfoy's fault," she whispered.
Deciding that she wouldn't be able to sleep without speaking to her sister first, she got up and raced out of her dormitory, and into the common room, she had only started to think about what she'd do when she saw her sister when she say the Fat Lady. . . inside the common room.
"Ah, there you are, I was just about to come fetch you from your bed. You have a visitor."
Natalie blinked owlishly, a visitor?