"Hey Jonsie is today the twentieth or the twenty-first?" Asked the loquacious Malfoy, snapping Alle out of her thought.
"Hmm?" The girl sounded slightly turning her gaze toward the boy. With a step Nathaniel glided next to her ending with a gentle nudge.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He offered, raising an eyebrow in his signature Malfoy smirk. Her hand immediately shot down to the crumpled slip of paper in her pocket. /second floor girls restroom tonight. Or else. HE will be taken care of. -DL/ Dexter had slipped it to
her earlier. She should have turned him in. She could have. But it wasn't worth it. He would tell everyone then Nathaniel wouldn't be safe. It doesn't matter who he is, it wasn't worth it. What did he want with her? Of course it was obvious, the monster. There was no other way he could get her, she was always with someone. What worried her more, however, was the last part. /HE will be taken care of./
"Jonsie?" The boy called once again in a hushed tone.
"Yes?" She snapped back unintentionally, immediately regretting her tone.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," she whispered.
The boy opened his mouth to ask again but instead of words came his dinner. Nathaniel collapsed on the floor, relentlessly spewing his dinner on the floor. Alle knew she could do nothing but kneel next to him. After a minute he began to shake, Alle wrapped her arms around the boy's back and whispered a shaky "I'm so sorry, Nathan," in his ear before pulling out her wand and murmuring "wingardium leviosa," carrying the boy quickly to the hospital wing. This was Dexter's way of 'taking care' of him? Disgusting. She would have to hurry to make it back to the second floor now.
Alle stood in front of the door for a moment regaining her breath. This could be it. She attempted to recollect all of her knowledge of magical creatures.
She scurried into the bathroom after turning on every faucet, that would help them find her faster. Think think think Alle, she told herself, but her brain was all fuzzy. What was it?
All of the sudden she heard a loud hiss and the sound of slithering. Locking the stall, she turned to her pockets for anything she could use to write, anything to give them a clue once she's gone. Her fingers stumbled on the lipstick that danny had given her for her birthday. I guess this will have to do. She flung off the cap and began writing on the inside of the stall in big red letters the word Hiss. Once the task had been completed she grasped the lipstick tightly in one hand and her wand in the other, she wasn't going down without a fight.
Think Alle, what was it about them that killed. Eye contact. She shut her eyes and flung open the door to the stall, exiting and then closing it behind her, not wanting to give Dexter the chance to come erase her clue. The hissing grew louder. It's now or never.
"Bombarda" she yelled with a flick of her wrist. Her eyes remained tightly shut with the lipstick hand covering them. The hissing grew louder into a disgusting roar.
"Confringo" she tried again. It was clear that she was missing. All she needed was one good shot.
"Bombarda maxima" Alle yelled. There was a screech and then she felt a severe stinging in her right arm.
Shit. I've been hit. She knew that the poison would set in soon and she needed to be petrified. Feeling her way to the mirror with her left arm she sucked in a deep breath. The pain in her arm was searing, she would be out in minutes. Here goes nothing. She thought as she opened her eyes to be greeted by a sea of yellow.
Alle Jones had been petrified.