Post by ashley on Oct 14, 2005 23:46:47 GMT
It was the first night back at Hogwarts and Alarice had just arrived in the Gryffindor Common room. Alarice loved the common room. It was always so warm and cozy, and it was pretty much the central hang out place for all of the Gryffindors. That night, rain beat against the glass paned windows and a warm fire crackled in the hearth. Thankfully, the common room that evening, was empty. Most everyone had already stalked off to their dormitories to catch some shut eye before lessons, the next morning, began. But Alarice needed to be alone, to think. Normally, Alarice loved to be around people. She was a very social girl (well she was most of the time, now that she had gotton over losing Emily) but tonight, she needed time to herself to sort something out in her head. She had had a dream while she was on the train back to Hogwarts. She had fallen asleep, before the attack, and thats when it had happened....
(Dream)
There were 8 people, their faces hidden in shadows, draped in heavy black traveling cloaks, and they were crowded into a tight circle. There was also a woman, and she sat on the ground, in the center. With fumbling hands, flesh white as paper, she reached into the pocket of her cloak and pulled out an aged wooden box.
"This is it!" Hissed a man in the circle with excitement. "Finally, finally!"
"Hurry up!" Snapped a second man, as the woman on the floor struggled to open the box. The old rusted lock just wouldn’t budge, so she pulled out her wand.
"Alohomora" She whimpered, her voice shaking. She seemed to be terrified.
The lock clicked and the box unbolted. It was empty. Roars of outrage echoed throughout the dark room, and the woman who had brought the box was swooped up by the neck of her cloak by one of the tallest men in the circle. "Where is it you fool? What have you done with the necklace? Did you leave it behind on the train?"
The woman cowered beneath her attackers tight grip and shook her head. "It was there. I know-know it was.."
The taller man was not satisfied with this answer. He threw her to the ground and used a body binding curse to paralyze her. "We'll deal with you later." He hissed. "Men, grab your brooms. We have to find that necklace!"
And then Alarice had woken up, quite shaken and sweaty, her mind racing.
Later on that day, near the end of the train ride to Hogwarts, after the death eater attack, Alarice had ventured out into the halls to use the restrooms. The halls were blocked off by teachers, but she insisted that she would wet herself if she didn’t go, so they ended up giving in. On her way to the bathroom, she had found, dropped on the floor, a black stone necklace, hung on a pure silver chain, gleaming in the weak rays of sunlight that cascaded in through one of the windows. And she knew. She just had the strangest feeling that it belonged to the men in her dream. They must have been the death eaters that had attacked the train and one of them had left behind the necklace.
And now, nearly 5 hours later, in the Gryffindor common room, Alarice clutched at the black stone necklace, wondering what she should do with it.
(Dream)
There were 8 people, their faces hidden in shadows, draped in heavy black traveling cloaks, and they were crowded into a tight circle. There was also a woman, and she sat on the ground, in the center. With fumbling hands, flesh white as paper, she reached into the pocket of her cloak and pulled out an aged wooden box.
"This is it!" Hissed a man in the circle with excitement. "Finally, finally!"
"Hurry up!" Snapped a second man, as the woman on the floor struggled to open the box. The old rusted lock just wouldn’t budge, so she pulled out her wand.
"Alohomora" She whimpered, her voice shaking. She seemed to be terrified.
The lock clicked and the box unbolted. It was empty. Roars of outrage echoed throughout the dark room, and the woman who had brought the box was swooped up by the neck of her cloak by one of the tallest men in the circle. "Where is it you fool? What have you done with the necklace? Did you leave it behind on the train?"
The woman cowered beneath her attackers tight grip and shook her head. "It was there. I know-know it was.."
The taller man was not satisfied with this answer. He threw her to the ground and used a body binding curse to paralyze her. "We'll deal with you later." He hissed. "Men, grab your brooms. We have to find that necklace!"
And then Alarice had woken up, quite shaken and sweaty, her mind racing.
Later on that day, near the end of the train ride to Hogwarts, after the death eater attack, Alarice had ventured out into the halls to use the restrooms. The halls were blocked off by teachers, but she insisted that she would wet herself if she didn’t go, so they ended up giving in. On her way to the bathroom, she had found, dropped on the floor, a black stone necklace, hung on a pure silver chain, gleaming in the weak rays of sunlight that cascaded in through one of the windows. And she knew. She just had the strangest feeling that it belonged to the men in her dream. They must have been the death eaters that had attacked the train and one of them had left behind the necklace.
And now, nearly 5 hours later, in the Gryffindor common room, Alarice clutched at the black stone necklace, wondering what she should do with it.