Post by Roan on May 24, 2006 15:41:42 GMT -5
Things were still confusing for the girl, but they were seeming to turn out better. The extremely rude girl whom the Nephlim had taken care of left, muttering angrily, and she was one that Roan would not forget. Maybe Charlotte should have taken better care with the Prefect, for Roan would not remain without her memories forever. And when they returned to her, well, that would be the end of it for Lottie. She had better stay away from Roan, or she may find herself in a forest, on a dark night, and unable to find her way out. One of the other girls, the purple haired one, left as well, thankfully. The more people gone, the better for Roan because then it was less people crowding her. Also, the dragons were removed, a total blessing, because they made Roan completely nervous. Aednat wouldn’t leave, but the Hufflepuff wished she would. As stated earlier, the less people the better. Now, all that were left were Aednat, Professor Hawkins, and of course, Tiberius, the one person she felt remotely comfortable with at the moment. He was the one who was going to bring her back into a state of memory, he was the one who was going to hopefully rescue her from this tormented state. Roan would have to suck up her fear of the other people, and just hope for the best.
She didn’t have much time to think though, because she had agreed to whatever Tiberius was going to do. She was still in his embrace as he started his working, one that had been performed on her before when Tiberius had so rudely stolen her memory of creating her dragons. But this time, there were good intentions rather then evil, and this memory which should have been a bane to all human kind was actually going to be a blessing probably. Light was gathering from around them, making the already shadowed room darker. Roan didn’t see that, she had her eyes clenched, making sure she didn’t see anything that may scare her or make her panic, because that wasn’t what she needed at the moment. She was praying this would be painless, because right now, what with her bleeding palms as it was, she didn’t want to be in any more pain. But it was like waiting for a string to snap right now, the tension was almost unbearable. Sooner or later it would begin, and she hoped she would be ready for it.
And then it happened, the string snapped, and he drove himself into her mind with powers that no being on the face of the earth should have, or be able to use against another. When one could restore memories, they could destroy them. So even with Roan in her weakened state, even now, she was at the hands of his mercy and his decisions, a bystander, watching as he did his work. Each thing he restored was vital for her to lose her panicked state, that if she didn’t know who she was exactly, then she wouldn’t be able to function properly. There were some memories, some pieces she knew he brushed over, things that seemed so close to her, so far away. Like he was choosing what to restore and what not. Well, some pieces wouldn’t have been able to be returned anyways, not for a time. They were shards and fragments that would float back on their own accord, and she would remember. But for now, what he was giving back was making up pieces of her mind, her memories. They were returned to her grasp, and she was able to hold on to them, not just lose them for fleeting moments.
Then finally Tiberius drew out, and Roan let out a light breath as he was gone from her mind, and his work was done. She was released from that embrace, and he was gone from her, leaving Roan to open her eyes she had kept shut and stare into the blank floor for a few moments. He had ordered her to do something, and she slowly stood up, difficult without use of her hands. Her eyes were still staring at the ground for a moment, as if she was trying to sift through something, recall something. Finally, those hazel eyes closed for a moment and she took a deep breath.
“I am Roan Aliagh, Prefect of Hufflepuff House. I am a muggle born witch, and a fire elementalist –in –training. The person I hate most in the room would be well...Professor Hawkins.” She said almost with difficulty, but then shook her head lightly and looked at the faces around the room. There were still gaps in her memories, things that were like holes she couldn’t grasp at. Roan’s eyes rested on Professor Hawkins. “Professor? What happened, I cant remember things…” She said in a light voice, then turning to Tiberius. “And…why did you help me, when you were against me…wait…” She was confused, but calm, passive. Anyone who knew Roan would know that wasn’t right, she would normally be raging and demanding to know the truth, and what was going on. Then her eyes rested on Professor Schmitt, and she was more puzzled. “And who are you?”
She didn’t have much time to think though, because she had agreed to whatever Tiberius was going to do. She was still in his embrace as he started his working, one that had been performed on her before when Tiberius had so rudely stolen her memory of creating her dragons. But this time, there were good intentions rather then evil, and this memory which should have been a bane to all human kind was actually going to be a blessing probably. Light was gathering from around them, making the already shadowed room darker. Roan didn’t see that, she had her eyes clenched, making sure she didn’t see anything that may scare her or make her panic, because that wasn’t what she needed at the moment. She was praying this would be painless, because right now, what with her bleeding palms as it was, she didn’t want to be in any more pain. But it was like waiting for a string to snap right now, the tension was almost unbearable. Sooner or later it would begin, and she hoped she would be ready for it.
And then it happened, the string snapped, and he drove himself into her mind with powers that no being on the face of the earth should have, or be able to use against another. When one could restore memories, they could destroy them. So even with Roan in her weakened state, even now, she was at the hands of his mercy and his decisions, a bystander, watching as he did his work. Each thing he restored was vital for her to lose her panicked state, that if she didn’t know who she was exactly, then she wouldn’t be able to function properly. There were some memories, some pieces she knew he brushed over, things that seemed so close to her, so far away. Like he was choosing what to restore and what not. Well, some pieces wouldn’t have been able to be returned anyways, not for a time. They were shards and fragments that would float back on their own accord, and she would remember. But for now, what he was giving back was making up pieces of her mind, her memories. They were returned to her grasp, and she was able to hold on to them, not just lose them for fleeting moments.
Then finally Tiberius drew out, and Roan let out a light breath as he was gone from her mind, and his work was done. She was released from that embrace, and he was gone from her, leaving Roan to open her eyes she had kept shut and stare into the blank floor for a few moments. He had ordered her to do something, and she slowly stood up, difficult without use of her hands. Her eyes were still staring at the ground for a moment, as if she was trying to sift through something, recall something. Finally, those hazel eyes closed for a moment and she took a deep breath.
“I am Roan Aliagh, Prefect of Hufflepuff House. I am a muggle born witch, and a fire elementalist –in –training. The person I hate most in the room would be well...Professor Hawkins.” She said almost with difficulty, but then shook her head lightly and looked at the faces around the room. There were still gaps in her memories, things that were like holes she couldn’t grasp at. Roan’s eyes rested on Professor Hawkins. “Professor? What happened, I cant remember things…” She said in a light voice, then turning to Tiberius. “And…why did you help me, when you were against me…wait…” She was confused, but calm, passive. Anyone who knew Roan would know that wasn’t right, she would normally be raging and demanding to know the truth, and what was going on. Then her eyes rested on Professor Schmitt, and she was more puzzled. “And who are you?”