THANK YOU she-who-loves-FanFiction! I had totally forgotten about this story and seeing reviews wants to make me write more!
So here it is!
CHAPTER TWO
escaping from the no-mag idiots
She watched silently as the dark mist wrapped around her, the creature's whisky cloaks swirling everywhere. Soon they were standing right in front of her, so close she could touch them.
She felt like they were peering deep down into her-into her soul.
Then suddenly, out of the blue she wondered- "do they have a name?"
With a frightened look she realized she had let that escape out of her mouth- out loud.
"No...we...don't"came a raspy voice.
It startled her so that she fell of the platform she was standing on, but the dark whisks of air caught her, and pulled her up to them.
She was so mesmerized by the strange creature to look down and realize that she was floating ten feet of the ground.
"Come?"
The end of the rasped-out word was formed as a question.
If she 'came' with them.. she might never see this place ever again. If she came with them… her whole life would change.
There was no way she was gonna pass this chance up!
The cloaks swirled up and held her in place like a cocoon. She couldn't see through the dark, thick clouds suddenly.
But she wasn't scared. She couldn't be.
"Am I the only one who can look at these creatures and call them beautiful?" She thought. Then she understood why- they were just like her. Tossed into a world of not knowing, outcasts to the world-nobody could understand them or even take the time to try. They may look different but they suffered the same as 'witches.
The girl was so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't register the fact that her surroundings had changed. Where she had just been standing on a semi-bright platform, she was now standing in a room with gray walls so dark it looked like all the life had been sucked right out of this place.
"Just like what happened to that screaming guy," she realized. "His life -or rather soul-got sucked out from him."
"What… naame?"
A different one of the creatures stood in front -wait no. Floated in front of her.
"Tell me yours first."the little girl responded spunkily.
The spread out shape in front of her was taken aback by the small girl (who was a third of his height and probably less than a fifth of his age) taking back. Besides- shouldn't she be scared in the presence of an unknown being? But the dementor knew he should have expected it. Any human a dementor brings back without sucking the soul out of had to be special. He didn't think he'd even heard of something like that being possible!
"So, what is your name?"
The taller creature looked down on her and replied "none"
She didn't think it could be true! Society had always placed names on everything. Then she thought of another reason why she liked them creatures so much. They were defying society!
"What...yours?"
The dementor was sounding more impatient and she thought "well, I don't think I should keep the unknown thing waiting"
"Lorelei. Lorelei Shakespeare."
So there you have it! That's her last name. Leave a review and tell me what you think!
(And I know it might be really short…
But I just end it where I feel like ending it)
I'll try to make it way longer next time.
Yours psychotically,
Thirteenth soul