Huge headache(Fiona)

[carrieredwood]

Carrie got up in a bad mood as usual. She got dressed in black shirt and grey pants. She brushed her red hair and brushed her teeth. She went to the Slytherin common room and went into the corridors. A couple of Hufflepuff firsties bumped into her. "Watch you brats!" Carrie hissed at them. She decided to go to Hogsmeade an have some butter beer. Carrie walked into Hogsmeade and heard loads of laughter. Carrie hated laughter. She never laughed herself. She was walking through to the Three Broomsticks with her hands in her pockets. She walked into the Three Broomsticks and heard more laughter and saw lots of smiling. She got a butter beer and walked out.

Carrie walked to the shrieking shack, where nobody was. "Finally, peace and quiet." Carrie sigh with a sigh. Carrie sipped on some butter beer and saw a rabbit. "Shoo, you filthy animal." Carrie said with a snicker. Carrie sat on a big rock and saw that it was big enough to lay down on. Carrie laid back and finished her butter beer. Carrie dropped her butter beer and took a little nap on the rock. She dreamed of rainbows, butterflies and happy children laughing and smiling. To Carrie this was a nightmare. Carrie flashed her eyes open and got up very quickly. Carrie got light headed and fell off the rock. "Dang it!" Carrie muttered angrily.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona trudged through the streets of Hogsmeade. Every where she could see the destruction that the Death Eaters had brought. She smiled at it with glee. She couldn't wait until she was old enough to take up ranks in Voldemort's Army. She would soon be with her father. They would be together again, instead of all this sneaking around corners and stuff. She just wanted to be his little girl again. Of course she was in a way, but she hadn't seen him since that day she found out he was still alive. Now she was ready to talk with him again. She wanted to be near him. To see him and to hug him. She sighed at the thought. She had clung to her father when she found out he was alive. It was as if he was the last remaining thing that was her life, her hope, and her family. She twirled her family ring around on her finger. She was the last of the O'Reilly clan. No other would have that name. Her bloodline would disappear. The thought chilled her bones. There would be no one left to depend upon once her bloodline died.

Fiona's eyes narrowed at the thought. She would go out with a bang then. If she were the last than she would find a way to make sure that her name would go down in history. There was only way to do that though and that was to kill Harry Potter. She shook her head and laughed. She couldn't lie to herself. Not like that. She couldn't kill Harry Potter, at least not yet. She was far too young to do so and by the time she could kill him, the Dark Lord will already have done so. She kicked at a rock protruding from the cobblestone before veering to the left and taking the small path to the Shrieking Shack. It had been a while since she had dropped in on the old place. It had become a second home to her. Especially after those times she had wandered inside. She remembered them slightly. She made her way to the fence in quiet thought. She quickly climbed over it and continued up the path.

Something caught her attention however and she headed in the direction of a moving item. It seemed to have fallen off a rock. Fiona stopped when she got close enough and arched an eyebrow. "Trying to win the competition for falling off rocks?" she asked with a sarcastic voice to the body. She recognized the body as Carrie Redwood. One of her dorm mates. She was one of those people Fiona hardly knew, even if they were dorm mates. Of course, Fiona stuck to her little group of friends and hardly ventured outside of them to make new ones. She didn't feel that new friends were all that important, but then again she could be wrong and often was recently. Of course she would never admit it, but who says that's a weakness? "I dare say it might be easier if you stop moving if you want to stay on the rock."