Chapter Three
(Oh and by the way. I didn't realize that Elizabeth's whole name was Keira Nightly's name in Pirates of The Caribbean;; Elizabeth Swan. My friend pointed it out and I felt stupid. I didn't even realize! I just wanted to clear that up if some of you thought that's where I got the name. It isn't. I total made it up at the time. Haha. I'm SUCH a blonde.)
I watched Isabelle get off the stool. Her posture was filled with pride. The little witch got her wish. She was in Slytherin. My eyes followed Isabelle until she sat down beside an older girl. She looked about mine and Draco's age. I nudged Draco's arm trying to gain his attention.
"What?" He asked.
"Who's that girl my sister is sitting next too, the one with blond straight hair?"
I felt Draco tense up against me. Either he had something going on with the girl or he had something with the girl once upon a time ago. I looked at him, my lips were in a thin line. I sat there for what seemed like eternity. I finally re-asked him the question.
"Oh. That's Violet McCain."
"Oh, and just by judging you, you must have had something going on with her. Or…still do." I could even here the hurt in my voice.
Why was I letting him get to me, already? I just now learned how to control my thirst for him. And hear I am feeling sorry for myself because he might have a girlfriend.
"Oh Violet, well…I sorted liked her a long time ago. But now…"he trialed off and shook his head. There was a hint of hatred in his voice. It was no longer the sweet honey back on the train. Now it was cold as ice.
"But what?" I urged him on.
"She's dating a damn Gryffindor. It's disgusting." He had a smug expression on his face as he looked down at the girl.
Violet was actually kind of pretty; I thought she was at least. Her blonde hair was straight as a pin, while mine did spiral curls around my shoulders. Her hair color was just about the same as mine, but mine had a brown tint to it and she had a red tint. Her eyes were icy blue.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked suddenly in a whisper. Dumbledore was giving a start of the term speech.
"How pretty Violet is. That's all. She's terribly gorgeous." If she were pale she'd be stunning.
"No. You're gorgeous. She's…well she makes me sick. Dating Ron Weasley. I mean a Gryffindor is bad. But Ron Weasley is just awful…" Draco went on and on about Violet and her boyfriend, Ron.
I noticed Violet had an arm draped over Isabelle's shoulder and she was laughing along with her friends. Isabelle had apparently made some older friends. But there was something about Violet I didn't like. My thoughts left my mind quickly as they came. I saw food grow up from the table. I was appalled! I even looked under the table to see if that's were the food came from.
Draco had asked me what-and I quote-the bloody hell I was doing. I explained about the food and told him I was terribly confused. He laughed a bit then explained to me that I was in the wizardry world and I should get use to things like that. I agreed and sat there staring at the food.
People all around me were shoving the substance into there mouths. It made me sick. I could hear them chew and swallow. The forks and knifes scrapping the plates.
I swallowed and told Draco I didn't feel well. I rushed out of the dinning area. I stood in the hallway for quite awhile, breathed in deep, calming breaths. Food, it made me cringe. I didn't understand why people forced so much of that disgusting stuff down their throats!
Finally, after thirty minutes of pacing back and forth down the long hallway, I stopped in front of the doors. I took my last deep breath and opened the doors. I conjured up a plan in my head. I simply wouldn't breath. And since I was a vampire there wasn't any need for me to breath. And if I couldn't breath I wouldn't be able to smell the food.
Everyone stared at me as I returned to my seat next to Draco. If I were human I'd probably be blushing. I smiled at Draco as I sat down next to him.
"You ok? You've been gone a long time."
I nodded my head in agreement, "Yeah I was. I'm fine."
"Alright if you say so. I would say you look pale…but I don't really think you could get any paler than you are."
I couldn't help it. I laughed. And once I did I breathed in to laugh more. Draco sent hit my nostrils. I stopped laughing just so I could smell his sweet smell. Draco smiled at me but his smiled faded quickly.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He squinted and looked at me as I had something on me. He stared for some time then finally spoke, "Your eyes. They grew darker. I mean I'd almost say they were black, but I can still see some green."
I bounced my foot up and down, which made my whole leg move. I was nervous. I didn't know my eyes had changed. God, he's going to find out!
"Oh…Well I am sick. And they change to a dark color when I'm mad or upset. And they get darker if I'm sick…" I turned my gaze to the across the room. I took deep calming breaths and tried to stop bouncing my foot.
I felt Draco nod his head and he dropped the subject. I noticed that everyone was eating dessert. I didn't mind as much with dessert, I kind of liked the way it smelt. Draco didn't speak to me much after that. I didn't care much. I was wrapped up in my own thoughts.
I was thinking about what I was going to do for the rest of the year about eating. I couldn't say I was sick day after day. I knew people would start to notice. I had breakfast down though. I would simply tell people I don't usually eat breakfast. I knew some people didn't eat breakfast. So no one would say anything about that. But I was really worried about lunch and dinner.
I guess I could actually eat; my stomach did a summersault in reaction of the thought. It wouldn't hurt me if I did eat the nasty food. I knew that, it was just I didn't need to eat and I choose not too. I sighed, I suppose I'll have to ask Dumbledore about it when I asked him where I'll be staying at, I thought to myself. Then Draco's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"You should at least drink something, you know." His voice was full of concern.
I turned my head and looked at him. I smiled, "I'm fine, really, just a little sick. It will pass. Promise." I swore to him.
"When did you start feeling sick? You seemed fine all day to me."
"Oh I've been sick for days now." I lied. I was pretty good at lying. "Just it gets worse at night. And food doesn't really help the queasy stomach."
"Yeah, true. Well you still should drink something."
I nodded my head and stopped wringing my hands. I lifted my right hand to the goblet filled to the rim of a weird orange substance. I sighed before I put the goblet to my mouth. I stopped just to tell Draco I was doing this because he was concerned.
"I'm not concerned." He growled under his breath.
I tipped the goblet back and let the liquid flow into my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut. I immediately put the cup down. I forced myself to swallow. I looked over to Draco, "Happy?" I asked.
"Sure." He smiled.
We didn't talk the rest of the dinner. I sat there not breathing or moving. All I did was stare at my hands and got lost in my own thoughts. Finally I felt people move around me. I didn't even hear anyone mention it was time to go, but apparently it was time. Draco nudged me and I stood up.
"Hey I got to talk to Dumbledore real quick. I'll see you around, okay?" I said over my shoulder as I began walking toward the teacher's table.
"Alright, see you around." He walked off with a bunch of friends.
I pushed through the crowd of people and ran into Isabelle along the way. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my legs. She looked up at me and smiled and then said, "I got into Slytherin! Just like mommy wanted me too! I'm so happy."
"That's good Isabelle." I spotted Violet. She was staring at the two of us and I felt as though she were judging me. So I patted Isabelle's head as if I were showing affection. I even returned the smile she was still giving me. "Isabelle you go straight to…" I didn't know where she was suppose to be heading, Draco never mentioned where people stayed at in the school, "…to where ever you're suppose to go. And please stay there. Don't go wondering off. Stay put. I don't want you getting into any trouble. If you do the blame is going to be on me. Do you hear me?" I asked in a stern voice because it looked as though she wasn't listening to me. God I sounded concerned. Well I was, just about me though.
She was still hugging my legs and I was stroking her head like she were a kitten. I didn't notice until I looked at my hand, I stopped as soon as I saw. Isabelle was staring off into my eyes, still smiling.
"Yes I hear you, Lizzy. I'll stay put. Where are you going to be at? What if I need you?" she was starting to get worried. And I cringed at the nick name she gave me.
"I'll find you. Now get going. I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore." I pulled her hands away from my legs and patted her head once more because Violet was still staring at us.
"Ok." She whispered and went on her way.
I walked forward, brushing past Violet. She smiled at me kindly but I just kept walking. When I was walking up the stairs my foot hit the edge of one and I felt myself falling forward. Someone's hands grabbed a hold of my shoulders and kept me from hitting the stairs.
"You are always falling down, you know?" Someone's familiar voice said once I was standing up right again.
I looked up to meet the green eyes I had once seen before. The once hidden behind round glasses.
"Thanks." I rushed out ignoring the boy's jest.
"You're welcome." He turned on his heel and he was gone walking off with a short girl with bushy brown hair and a tall lanky red haired boy . I sensed some embarrassment in him before he turned and left.
I shook my head and walked up the stairs once more. I could hear laughter behind me from the ones who saw me trip. I didn't care though. I reached Dumbledore as he was standing up from his large chair.
"Uh Professor?" I asked, trying to gain his attention.
"Yes Elizabeth?" His voice was kind and warming.
"I was wondering, where exactly will I be staying?" I had made up my mind before; I wasn't going to ask him about eating. I already decided I'd eat the food.
"Where Isabelle is. I'll have Professor Snape show you where to go." He turned his gaze to a man with greasy hair that went down to his chin, "Severus, would you mind taking Elizabeth down to the Slytherin Common room? And show her where she'll be…" He trailed off and returned his attention back to me. His eyes twinkled as he said, "sleeping?"
I was sure Dumbledore knew I didn't sleep. And I was pretty sure the man named Severus knew I was a vampire. I was actually pretty sure the whole staff knew what I was. The way they all stared at me gave it away.
"Yes Albus. I'll show her.
"Elizabeth, this is Professor Snape. Severus this is our young Elizabeth. I've told you about her, haven't I?"
"Yes, you have." Professor Snape said.
"Hello Professor." I said extending my right arm.
Snape took my hand and barley shook it before removing it from my loose grip. "Follow me." He ordered. I watched him walk around the table and down the stairs. I followed close behind him as we moved threw the now empty dinning hall.
Professor Snape was a fast walker. I didn't have much of a problem keeping up though. I followed him down a fight of stairs and down a long corridor. I thought the hall would never end until finally he stopped in front of a door.
"Now there's a password you need to know so you can enter. It changes every now in then. Right now it's Parseltongue." At the word the door creaked opened.
He wasn't much of a gentleman. He walked, well powered walked, through the door. I followed him in. People were filled in the small room Snape said to be the Common Room. I saw Isabelle talking with a few kids her age. She spotted me and came running towards me. I wanted to run and hide. But I wasn't sure if Violet was a round and I didn't want her to judge me for some odd reason. So I stayed put until Isabelle reached me.
"Did you talk to Professor Dumbledore?" She asked as soon as she reached my side.
"Yes. And I'll be staying in the same room as you. Do you know where you are sleeping?" I asked hope was present in my voice. I wanted to get rid of Snape. He didn't seem like pleasant man.
Isabelle nodded quickly and stared at Snape. I knew she was judging him by what he looked like. She thought he was ugly and looked mean. I wanted to laugh but didn't.
"I see you have everything figured out. So I'll be leaving now." Snape snapped before exiting the room in one fluid motion.
Isabelle tugged on my hand and told me to follow her so she could show me the room we'd be staying in. She led me up a stair case and opened a large wooden door. Inside the room were five small four-post beds and for every bed there was an end table. At the foot of each bed was a trunk. I spotted mine first. It was the first bed to the left. Isabelle's bed was right next to mine.
Isabelle went over to her bed a plopped onto it. She motioned me the join her. I stood my grounds and shook my head no. She frowned at me and asked me to join her. No she didn't ask, she pleaded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to her bed so she would quit her whining. I didn't sit down though. I stood in front of her with my hands on my hips.
"What?" I asked in an irritable voice.
"How are you going to…"She trailed off, scared if someone would could hear her.
"Dumbledore is going to worry about that, Isabelle. I have to go see him later on in the week to discuss that. Now stop worrying about that, it's not any of your concern."
She nodded her head and yawned. She stretched and yawned once more. Her long trip and full filling dinner made her tired.
"Go to bed Isabelle. You have classes tomorrow." I ordered.
She didn't argue, surprisingly. She nodded her head once more and dressed into her night clothes and slid between her sheets.
"Elizabeth?" She asked before falling asleep.
"What?" I was opening my trunk to get my Shakespeare book out so I could read some.
"Can you close my curtains? I'm too tired." Her eyes were closed and she yawned yet again.
I rolled my eyes but did it anyways. About five minutes later I could hear her soft snores and easy breathing as I laid in my bed reading. Soon the other girls came to bed to. They didn't acknowledge my presents at all, but went on with their before-bed-chores. Soon everyone, but me that is, was sound asleep and in dream world.