Silence the children, they cry too loud.
Silence the men for their shouts strike fear.
Silence the women for their cries mean death.
Silence my heart for it beats too strong.
Chapter 2: The Girl in Her Tower
The girl sat on her bed, a blank look to her face. She watched the magic mirror at the foot of her bed, and her father's latest customer.
Professor Severus Snape, she recognized him from the Potion's journals her father sometimes brought for her when in a good mood. She recognized him from the dream.
"Taking the credit again." She sighed and turned a moment from the screen, a silver blonde curl brushing her cheek. Her father left the mirror for her, so she could always see. It was a slow form of torture, but she had learned to care less as the years went by. She made the swords, he sold them. That was the way the world turned.
She looked back to the mirror, watching the man examining the sword. Watching his stance, she could infer that he was no stranger to a longsword, but was far from a master. She looked down to the hilt, where the RA insignia was imbedded lightly in silver. No doubt the professor thought it stood for Ralph Ablator.
Rhanna laughed lightly and regarded the man's eyes. She thought he had nice eyes, dark eyes, pits of unfathomable secrets. The girl fancied she knew a few of his better kept ones.
Her father thought he was a Deatheater for Voldemort, and Rhanna had done little to sway that opinion, as her father did much business for the Deatheaters. In her dreams he played the masked man, he hero under mask of darkness. Snape interested her in an intellectual way, and Rhanna was convinced he was an agent for good.
Snape picked up the chest, and she caught the motion of his hand over its surface. She wondered if he knew just how special the chest was, how she had made it specifically for him when she had learned three days ago that he was coming. Her father would be quite irate if he ever foundout the 'extras' she had thrown in.
Trapped in her room most of the time, she enjoyed breaking the rules once in a while.
Rhanna stood; Snape was leaving. She had to get a message to him. Palming a small pin from her desk, she pressed a sequence of petals on the silver rose design. It vanished. She was glad it had worked. Her father had set up wards to detect to casting of spells in her room, but he had not thought to ward against the use of magic items. She had made the pin amidst the flurry of making the large sword order; her father had not noticed, as he was too excited at the large amount of money he was receiving.
Snape was an intelligent man, she was certain he would figure it out.
Silence the men for their shouts strike fear.
Silence the women for their cries mean death.
Silence my heart for it beats too strong.
Chapter 2: The Girl in Her Tower
The girl sat on her bed, a blank look to her face. She watched the magic mirror at the foot of her bed, and her father's latest customer.
Professor Severus Snape, she recognized him from the Potion's journals her father sometimes brought for her when in a good mood. She recognized him from the dream.
"Taking the credit again." She sighed and turned a moment from the screen, a silver blonde curl brushing her cheek. Her father left the mirror for her, so she could always see. It was a slow form of torture, but she had learned to care less as the years went by. She made the swords, he sold them. That was the way the world turned.
She looked back to the mirror, watching the man examining the sword. Watching his stance, she could infer that he was no stranger to a longsword, but was far from a master. She looked down to the hilt, where the RA insignia was imbedded lightly in silver. No doubt the professor thought it stood for Ralph Ablator.
Rhanna laughed lightly and regarded the man's eyes. She thought he had nice eyes, dark eyes, pits of unfathomable secrets. The girl fancied she knew a few of his better kept ones.
Her father thought he was a Deatheater for Voldemort, and Rhanna had done little to sway that opinion, as her father did much business for the Deatheaters. In her dreams he played the masked man, he hero under mask of darkness. Snape interested her in an intellectual way, and Rhanna was convinced he was an agent for good.
Snape picked up the chest, and she caught the motion of his hand over its surface. She wondered if he knew just how special the chest was, how she had made it specifically for him when she had learned three days ago that he was coming. Her father would be quite irate if he ever foundout the 'extras' she had thrown in.
Trapped in her room most of the time, she enjoyed breaking the rules once in a while.
Rhanna stood; Snape was leaving. She had to get a message to him. Palming a small pin from her desk, she pressed a sequence of petals on the silver rose design. It vanished. She was glad it had worked. Her father had set up wards to detect to casting of spells in her room, but he had not thought to ward against the use of magic items. She had made the pin amidst the flurry of making the large sword order; her father had not noticed, as he was too excited at the large amount of money he was receiving.
Snape was an intelligent man, she was certain he would figure it out.