The Truth ((Tristan))

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Some say - when you are going to die, you see your life flash before your eyes. Some also say - people can see your life flash before your eyes. Images portrayed on a piece of glass, like a projector showing a movie of some sort. That's what Dixie Holden was looking for when she had the small Hufflepuff pinned against the wall in an empty corridor, her wand at the small throat. There weren't images portrayed on the small girls crystal green eyes, but there was definitely fear in the dark pupils. Fear wasn't enough, although it did -at times- satisfy Dix's need for frightening someone who was so timid and small that one word would scare the lights out of them. But today, however, she wanted something more. She wanted near death fright. And this Hufflepuff wasn't surfacing her needs and wants.

The little girl wriggled underneath Dix's harsh grasp on her left arm, that didn't do much good. Dix's nails just dug into the pale and fragile skin of the girl. She let out a soft whimper and tried to fall to the floor. that didn't work as well as the girl had planned. Dix just held on harder, and she felt some blood being drawn from the skin that was being pierced by the nail which was imbedded deeply. Dix pulled the girl up and made her stand, loosening her grip on her arm -only slightly, "Now now," Dix whispered to the girl, her wand still at her throat in a steady manner. She held it, with her index finger residing lazily on the top of it, the end of it poking into her palm, "my nail in your arm won't come out if you fall. It'll just go deeper. You don't want that do you?" She smiled malisciously and lowered her wand, letting go of the girls arm; which was now pretty bloody.

The little girl looked at Dixie, fright still in her eyes, and took a step sideways slowly. As if to make sure Dix wouldn't grab her again, the older Slytherin didn't move. So the girl took off towards the hospital wing, probably to get a bandage for the arm. Dix sighed as she saw that she let her only fun for that day, get away. Sraightening her skirt, and smoothing her shirt, she walked down the corridors towards the library. Maybe she could find a Ravenclaw to pick on. One last fix of her hair ,she pushed open the door and walked in, surveying the room the moment she stepped inside. The library was nearly empty, except for one person. A Ravenclaw. Dix smiled triumphantly and started over. Inches away from the Ravenclaw, she stopped in her tracks, she knew this Raven from somewhere. Mack..., she thought.

[Tristan MacCay]

Tristan sighed heavily as he repacked his bag after Transfiguration. The strident clang of the school bell resounded throughout the numerous corridors, rooms, halls and towers of Hogwarts castle. Tristan's brain was throbbing rhythmically and he decided to go back to the common room for a rest and rising from his seat he began to leave the classroom. A fleeting glance out of the classroom window informed him that the dismal clouds which had hampered the castle that morning were clearing. Perhaps a walk after his siesta would help to clear his head. He was still trying desperately to get over her. Mackenzie Holden. His first kiss. First love. First love lost. She had told him she needed space and he respected that, but it didn't fill the cavernous hole in his heart where she used to be. He hadn't seen her in weeks. Well that wasn't true. He had seen her most days across the Great Hall or wandering the corridors, but never had he spoken to her since that last time when they had separated.

Rounding another corridor Tristan stopped abruptly. He had just remembered that he had a potions essay due the following day. The Properties of Moonstone in Potion-Making. He doubled back along the corridor unenthusiastically, his footsteps bouncing off the solid stone walls. As he made his way to the library his thoughts once again turned to Mackenzie. She was so lovely. The fact she was a Slytherin could never change that. "No!" Tristan muttered to himself, quickening his pace to a brisk walk, "Try to forget her." It was certainly easier said than done. She had been so important to him. He decided to try to speak to her again. Perhaps they could build their relationship up once more. To the way it was before. There he was again. Still thinking about her. Mackenzie still filled his mind as he entered the library, found the appropriate book in the potion making section and took a seat at a table by a large Tudor window.

Minutes flew by and Tristan had definitely made a dent in the essay after half an hour. He had written one foot of parchment, his small neat characters meant he had actually written even more than the teacher would expect in a foot of parchment. He still had another six inches to write when he heard the bronze handle of the main western most door to the library twist. The groan of the heavy oak door opening was so familiar to him with all the time he had spent in the library during his time at Hogwarts that he thought nothing of it and it wasn't until the door slammed shut that he raised his head to the doorway. Tristan's stomach plunged about five miles. It was Dixie Holden. The infamous older sister of Mackenzie. The girl’s dark hair was different to her little sister’s. As was her whole face. She had red on the tips of her fingernails and Tristan could have sworn it was blood. He kept his head low over the parchment. Maybe she hadn't noticed him. Or at least who he was. He placed a hand within the folds of his clean, black robes and fingered his wand. He didn't want to use it but he had heard stories of Dixie's reputation and he wasn't about to risk any confrontation of the Dixie Holden without any form of protection.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix continued to watch Tristan, her brown eyes glittering with the hope he would give her that life flashing before his eyes fright. She saw him reach his hand into his cloak, and she smiled- knowing what he was reaching for, and she could just picture his hand curled around his wand harshly so he could protect himself if need be. I admire his intelligence, but perhaps he shouldn't judge a person before he gets to know them, Dixie thought. She almost considered walking straight out of the Library and leaving the poor boy be; but of course she couldn't do that- what kind of Slytherin would she be? Dix wiped the blood on a tissue and walked over to the Ravenclaw, her boots clicking with each step.

"Well, well, well; what do we have here? A Ravenclaw studying? What a surprise, I think I might faint because of it." Dix spoke in greeting. She pulled out a seat at the table which Tristan was sitting at, and sat down. She crossed her legs, letting one bob up and down leisurley. Her brown eyes watched Tristan for any form of reaction that would give away what he was afraid of. Or maybe he would just be a dud and ignore her, in that case Dix would have to get physical. Dix hated getting physical unless it called for it, but if Tristan wasn't going to respond- she would do it anyway. She wanted to know what he saw in Mack. Or Molly, or whoever the hell she is now, she's still my little sister and I will watch out for her.

"So; you're the Ravenclaw that is very smitten with my darling little sister. Tell me, dear sir, what is it that you see in her? Is it her sparkling personality? Or is it that she's different from other girls? I mean; what would you, a respectable wizard who could so so much better, want with her? A non-pure-blood Slytherin?" Dixie asked him with a cool tone of voice and a smirk on her lips. She knew the non-pure-blood Slytherin would throw him off if only a little bit. Oh, Mack had unraveled a few things about her past...and Dix found it interesting.