It was early morning and the sun was just starting to rise. Finding nothing to do in the common room or the dorms, a young Slytherin found herself in the library. She was in a pair of dark blue jeans and a white hoodie with a yin-yang in the middle. Her feet were covered in white sneakers and her hair was still damp from the shower she took a few moments before.
Scanning the shelves, her ruby eyes read the titles on the spin of the books. Finally finding one that peaked her interest,Angels and Demons,she sat down in a comfy chair at the far end so no one would find her. Opening the thick text, she silently read to herself.
It seemed that reading was the only way that she could escape the hells and worries of life. And because of past events, this was the perfect time to fall into a fictitious world and lose herself in the many words. But it seemed that it wouldn't work this time.
She wanted to forget about everything. The rebellion, the dark mark, having to cover each one of her tracks. Placing the book down, she looked down and sighed shakily. Something tells me that this is all going to fail, even if one thing were to go wrong, we would be sent straight to Azkaban and prbably kissed by the dementors she thought sadly as she looked toward the floor. But at least one good thing happened during this, I've met Shadow and grew to have a few close friends that I would never have otherwise she mused trying to cheer herself up.
Novus, also, found himself in the Library that cold morning, laying on the floor in one of the back rows with a pencil and his sketchbook, drawing a picture of a door standing alone in a sea of sand. There was a plaque on the door, but nothing written on it. As he was about to write on the plaque, he heard footsteps in the row next to him. Looking up from his drawing, he closed the sketchbook and rose silently. Turning his head around the corner he saw a girl walking back to the tables with a book in her hand.
Novus followed behind, silently. He placed the pencil behind his ear, it being covered by the long black hair which he was so tired of, and clasped close to the head by one of the limbs of his false glasses. Hiding was not something he enjoyed doing, but he must. To risk being exposed would lead to many, many problems. They had changed though, the whole 'family'. And, for once, Novus and Giada and Ras were at general peace.
He picked the book up as the girl put it down and flipped through the pages, uninterested in it, before tossing it over his shoulder. It floated into place back in the aisle it came from. Novus sat down across from the Slytherin girl he only slightly recognized.
"Have something on your mind?"
Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow
"I can't talk about it," she muttered as she looked up to see a male with long black hair. "Too personal," she added hoping he would believe it. "Why do you ask?" she asked timidly as she crossed her legs shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.
She didn't know him, so she wasn't going to tell him. Even if she did, she still wasn't going st say anything about what was on her mind. Her thought and emotions were no ones business but her own and the seventh year didn't want anyone else involved.
Noticing the sketchbook in his hand she raised an eyebrow curiously. "So do you draw or something?" she asked in a slight monotone.
Novus looked down at his sketchbook, as if surprised to see it, and smiled.
"I sketch, yes, nothing fancy. I paint when I can. I enjoy that much more than sketching. But, pardon my curiosity, what makes it so personal? I just wish to know that little bit, if you could share. If you tell me, I'll sketch something for you. Right now."
Novus laughed on the inside. He could pry so much, sometimes, and he was scared to death that he and his family would be found out and destroyed, murdered, exiled. All three.
(Wow, this post was short.)
Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow
Gwen looked down with a smirk crossing her soft features. "Well for starters I feel as if I'm on the brink of sanity," she muttered. "And it's personal because if the wrong person were to hear it, a fellow Slytherin and myself might get thrown to the dementors," she concluded looking up at Novus with a straight face. "And that is all the information that you are going to get," she spoke in a finalizing tone.
Replaying his offer she shook her head. "And you don't have to draw anything if you don't want to," she said meekly. "I mean even if we got thrown into Azkaban, we deserve it, casting dark marks into the sky at the Triangle Tunnel, using unforgivables and other dark magic in public," she admitted a little above a whisper. "It's no wonder I'm going insane," she stated with a laugh.
Crap that wasn't supposed to be let out she panicked in her mind. "Can you just ignore that whole thing?" she asked hopefully.
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