Sorry about the long wait. First quiz from me this year; enjoy.
GRRR. THIS BETTER BE WORTH IT.
Two weeks passed by, life was pretty normal, despite the cold. You tried to spend as much time in the Common Room as possible because the fire was the only one in the building to which you had access.
Before you knew it, it was the Tuesday the 14th of January, 1998. Over the past couple of weeks, muggle studies had given you an insight into the world of music: a word that you had sorely missed since moving here. Ginny skipped into the great hall, signing the Spice Girls' most recent song.
"Shut up!" Leona cried out in her British-German accent, who had been singing a song by Nightwish.
You giggled, looking at Harry in a childish manner. He pulled a face at you from across the table, taking a bite out of his sausage.
"Harry! Dont chew with your mouth open. Same goes for you, Ronald."
Ron looked distraught, "Hermione, we're grown ups. Don't tell us what to do."
"Oh I know. You two: grown men. The thought's devastating!" She had a mischievous glint in her eye as she looked at him.
"Eww!" You cried, steering your head away with your right palm. "I did not need to see that."
"So, Harry..."
"Heard the new Blink 182 song?"
Boring... (me: it gets better)
Already you had lost count of the number of times Trelawney had predicted the death of somebody close to you just this term alone. And you had a good idea what it was about.
"A redhead, whose company's enjoyed,
The Dark Lord will try to ploy,
Down into much darker depths,
There the body will be kept,
His life rests in a dragons hands,
But can the cunning help the man?"
Her voice was raspy and you were almost certain that it was a prophecy. You looked about the room, wishing that you could turn off time. Seeing that you couldn't, you slung your bag over your shoulder and left, everybody staring after you. Where were you going? To see Ron.
On your way, you bumped into someone who seemed to be in rather a hurry themselves.
You looked up to see, "Emily?" What was she doing back?
"Oh, Mne. What do you want?" You bore your gaze into her eyes and held it. After the last time you encountered her, you were in half a mind to feel sympathetic towards her. The other half seemed to be more reasonable, however, and that was to punch her right in the jaw, in hopes of her obtaining a second, larger, bruise.
You refrained from doing the first and denied yourself of the second. Her eyes were sunken and shallow; empty almost. You pitied her if anything. "I want you to move out of the way. Youre blocking my path." She obeyed, and you didn't bother to look back, afraid of what you might have seen, what you might have felt.
It was an odd sort of experience, caring for a murderer. You bumped into someone new in your daze and opposed to looking down you looked up. The last piece of mistletoe in the castle. 'Please be Harry,' you thought.
"You know. The mistletoe in this place doesn't disappear until somebody kisses under it." You heard the voice and groaned loudly, before a pair of lips crashed down onto your own. You tried to push him away. Ron turned the corner.
"Oi! Get off her, you slime-ball."
Malfoy pulled away and you wiped your mouth, relieved. "Well, well, well. If it isn't weaselbee himself."
"Get lost, Malfoy." He sneered but left as Ron suggested.
"Thank God. Ron I've been looking all for you."
"Why? So you can snog me too?"
"No. You think I enjoyed that? Eww!" He pivoted and walked away. "No, Ron! I-"
"Saved it, Mne."
A lonely tear escaped your eye and you ran up the stairs as fast as you could, trying to reach the Common Room. You slipped and fell just as the stairs changed. When you awoke, you found yourself in an underground tunnel of sorts.
Ok, it did get better (me: it gets better still :) ) WHERE?
TO THE RESULTS! =DDDD
*mummbles* FINE!!
Something silky and slimy touched your hand and you gasped, turning towards the thing which caused the odd sensation.
"Eww!" The walls echoed as you called out to yourself. The only reply came from inside yourself. You were all alone. All alone save from the giant snake skin beside you.
You walked down the hall (well, tunnel) and took a right turn, into a grand opening. So here it was: the all-famous chamber of secrets. You bent down, picking up the basilisk's tooth from where it neatly lay beside the basilisk head, a bloody, ink-stained specimen. The smell was worse than awful; a rotting body left in a sewer for more than 4 years, with nothing to keep it company but a diary, blank from cover to cover, apart from the blotchy hole through the centre of it.
It was a peaceful place, despite its memories. But you couldn't help but wonder how you'd found your way down there in the first place. You weren't fluent in parseltongue; far from it. You could speak nought of the language; nothing, nadir, zilch.
Helping yourself onto a rather large statue in the middle of the floor, you spotted something gold and shimmering poking out of one of the holes in the stone. Curious of what other mysteries the strange surroundings held, you began to gaze around. Stone covered every wall, some stained with the blood of muggle-borns, the blood which, even to vampires, was well past its sell-by date.
A loud screech was emitted from something behind you, and you promptly spun around, gasping as you slipped on the wet granite. Falling was not a pleasant experience to say the least. You reached forward for something to hold, latching onto the gold object as you fell. The sound was incredible; it was the last thing you heard before hitting the floor and passing out. A loud squawk echoed at the same time as the hard metal scratched the rock.
The first thing you expected to see when you woke up was a white ceiling, if not a familiar face. Instead, a crying bird; a phoenix, hovered delightfully over you, its tears pattering softly down on your cheeks.
Fawkes flew you from the depths of the chamber. Dumbledore's bird had returned.
Thankyou for reading, if you bothered to take the time. I know I've been away for quite a while: but there's good reason for it. I'm trying to write as much as possible, and updates will be coming whenever they can! Cookie, xx
