Lest We Meet Again ((Dalit))

[aryasillhouette]

Arya had wondered her way from home into Diagon Alley. She wasn't there for the shopping, nor for the people. She was just there, she wanted to reek havoc on something, and what better place to come. Even though it was summer, there were still plenty of younger students coming and going to be tortured. Arya couldn't believe that she was really in the mood to torture the younger ones without any reason. It meant that her dignity was slipping, yet she cared nothing about it. She felt that she needed to let the anguish and frustration that her parents caused out. She needed to know that she still hated the filth that littered the Wizarding world, to know that her parents hadn't made even the tiniest difference in her heart. She had to find this place of being again. Then and only then would her dignity and grace return to its normality. She felt that she needed it to return to normal before she returned to school. She did not want to return to school feeling the way she felt at that exact moment.

She placed herself strategically at the water fountain near the Three Broomsticks. It was a good spot. She knew most of the Slytherins by at least their faces, so she need not worry about jinxing them. She could spot a mudblood a mile away, so she knew that she would just have to wait. She sat comfortably, on the edge of the water fountain, simply smiling at everyone that past her, leaving no clues as to what she was really up too. She had already began her evil deeds, by silently doing a leg-locker on a younger Gryffindor that had walked by, and had cast a tickling jinx on a fifth year Hufflepuff. Arya couldn't help herself, she needed this and it was becoming fun. By September she would return to her normal self, and not many be any the wiser as too what happened this summer.

[Dalit Whittemore S5]

Dalit sat inside the Three Broomsticks, drinking her butter beer. She was alone, at a table by one of the windows. The inside of the pub was dark, and it gave her the opportunity to watch what was going on outside without really being seen inside.People went by without giving the window, or the girl inside a second look, or for some of them, not even a first look.

Dalit had come to Diagon Alley by herself, after having a long, somewhat stressful conversation on her parents part. They were wary of letting her out into the wizarding world, where they were unable to protect her from the filth that called themselves wizards nowadays.

Dalits eyes followed one girl in particular. She had never really had a conversation with her, but she knew her because they were in the same dorm at school.

Dalit drained the last of her butterbeer as she watched the girl sit down near the fountain. She knew the girl was up to something, how often did you see a Slytherin acting completely innocent?, and was proved correct when she saw someone begin a fit of laughter for no apparent reason, holding their sides as they tried to figure out what was happening.

Dalit got up from the table and walked out the door, flattening her back against the wall long enough to let the person coming get through.

She walked out into the sun, squinting a bit as her eyes adjusted to its brightness. Dalit didn't look like she belonged outside. She looked like she should be in a crypt, dead. Her skin was so pale she made a marshmallow appear dark, and her long dark hair made her look even more pale.

Dalit walked over to Arya and sat down beside her. She didn't look at her, or say 'hi'. "A tickling jinx, how boring. Watch this." Dalit stuck her hand inside the black bag she had, which hung near her waste. She gripped her wand and pointed at random, with it still inside the bag as to not make people suspicious. She whispered a word to herself, and a person off to her right began to form a red rash all over their body, or at least what the two girls could see. The rash began to form into boils, slowly growing to the size of a snitch. The person began to panic, as did the people around them. Dalit muttered another word, and the boils began to disappear. "Now that's what I call a jinx."

[aryasillhouette]

Arya looked over at the girl whom had sat beside her. She recognized her as a fellow dorm mate, but hadn't gotten to know her. Arya didn't really care to get to know her dorm mates, but she knew it didn't hurt to at least know their names. But with this girl, Arya hadn't even taken time to learn her name. She wondered to herself why. It didn't matter to her though. Arya laughed as the girl whom had been hit with the tickling jinx couldn't stop laughing, she was now on one knee in the middle of the street.

Arya was feeling better about herself when suddenly the girl that had sat beside her made a statement about her jinx. She looked as the person that had been hit with the girl's jinx broke out into a rash, and then into boils. Arya wasn't going to show that it bothered her that the girl had performed a completely noticeable jinx. Arya had just been sitting there using the smaller jinxes so they would be less noticeable, but if the girl preferred to get noticed so be it. Arya found an unsuspecting Ravenclaw fifth year that she knew as Meyghan, and secretly muttered off a series of jinxes. Arya watched as the girl known as Meyghan sprouted antlers, turned green, and her hands and feet turned three times their normal sizes, making it impossible for her to walk or move her hands. Arya silently laughed.

"I was only doing the smaller ones so that they would go unnoticed. I rarely do torture others for fun, but made an exception today because my parents were just driving me nuts." Arya said calmly, without any inkling that she knew she could do better once she tried. Arya was just glad to be out of her parents house so it didn't matter what she did with her time. Arya gently placed out her hand in greeting, "I am Arya Sillhouette Do'Urden, and whom might you be?" She wondered why she hadn't already learned the girl's name yet again.