Silent All These Years ((Dixie))

[harrison]

Harrison closed the cover of the book he was reading. It wasn't too often you found him reading something that actually interested him. It wasn't that he didn't like to read...no...that's exactly what it was. He had read a lot of books in his lifetime, after all being raised to know as much as he possibly could meant a lot of reading. But he had been forced to read uninteresting things, this caused him to be rarely interested with any reading material. This was how most nights were spent, with the exception of reading. They were spent in an empty classroom, all the lights off, just thinking. He would head back to the common room when he felt tired, and sometimes he fell asleep in the room istelf. He doubted anyone would notice him missing anyway. It wasn't as if Harrison was a social butterfly. In fact, Harrison hadn't any friends at Hogwarts. He just hadn't attempted to make any when he first started attending.

There was a soft patter of rain rolling down the windows, making a music with just a rhythm. But that was all that was needed. Rain had it's own form of music, it didn't need voices or instruments or anything of the kind. Just the beat and the continuation of the steady falling droplets that would hit the window pane. Rain was always so soothing, and after it was done raining everything was so new. A rainstorm could wash away everything, wipe it out with one try. That's how powerful it was, and in a way Harrison thought the most powerful thing in the world. The rain was always something that could never be controlled, not even by the most powerful wizard in the universe. No one could touch it. That was something sacred. Harrison was raised not to mess with anything sacred, not like he would in the first place.

Harrison twiddled his wand in between his fingers, the wood feeling smooth. His wand was with him at all times, it was the only thing he considered his. Everything else was his parents. They bought him everything, although he had wanted to buy his own things for years - he was never really allowed to. He figured they didn't want to feel like they owed him anything. They only want him to be in debt, not the other way around. Harrison stood from his seat and walked over to the window. It was one of those large ones, the kind that stretched from the bottom to the ceiling. He had had a fear of those when he was younger, afraid that people could see in. People you didn't want to see you. He wasn't over that fear too much. With a wave of his wand, curtains closed over the window, casting the room in complete darkness. With another wave of his wand a light flickered on in a lamp on the table. It lit a small circle in the room.

Harrison sat back down and leaned his head against the back of the armchair. His eyes closed, and he listened. Just listened. You could learn a lot about something just by listening. Sometimes though, listening too much could be a bad thing. Sometimes you heard things that you didn't necessarily want to hear. Sometimes listening too much resulted hearing things that aren't really there. That can't really be heard. Which was why, when someone entered the classroom he imagined hearing a voice. Or had he? He thought he had.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

She hadn't been sleeping well the past few nights, but then again Dixie hadn't been sleeping well for a long time. Maybe that's why she was walking around the corridors aimlessly, her wand lit in front of her and no fear about being caught. If she was afraid of being caught, she would be caught. But because she wasn't afraid, she wouldn't be caught. That was her logic, and so far it hadn't failed her. She wore plaid pajamas and a hoodie with the Weird Sisters on it. It was one of the times that she really didn't care who saw her in her pajamas. Normally, she would get dressed and put on some make up before even stepping foot out of the dormitories. But, tonight she wasn't planning on meeting anyone. It was just going to be her, an empty classroom, and the rain. And the rain was going to get on her nerves, Dixie just knew it was.

Dixie didn't hate nature, but it wasn't her favourite thing. After all, if she went outside with suede boots on when it was raining - they were completley ruined. She liked the warm weather, but she wasn't an outdoorsy person. No way. Dixie sighed and tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear. She extended her arm out in front of her, letting the light dance along the cobblestones a little bit more. A flash of thunder lit up the corridor a lot more, and it caused Dixie to jump. She looked around, half expecting to see a figure standing at the end of the hallway. She hated thunderstorms. The rain she didn't mind. It was the lightening and thunder that got to her every single time. Dixie quickly pushed on a door, hoping it would be an empty classroom with no one in it. Are her hopes ever good ones? No, they never come true.

"Oh, great." Dixie said with a roll of her eyes. She put out her wand and then closed the door swiftly. He was familiar, in fact he had gone to he rmother's wedding. But right then she wasn't searching her mind for a name. Right then all she wanted to do was collapse into a chair. She searched his eyes for any sign of recognition. But he didn't move. Not a flutter. Dixie took a step forward; "Hello? Are you even alive? Oh, God, don't tell me I have a dead body on my hands. That would be wonderful." Her voice was just oozing with sarcasm, but she really didn't care. Dixie leaned against the wall, her wand down by her side, and raised a quick eyebrow at him.

[harrison]

Harrison sank lower in his seat, maybe if he became invisible she would just disappear. But then again, what kind of girl just disappeared, let alone shut up? She started complaining about a dead body and Harrison couldn't help but smirk; "Hardly, if I were dead I wouldn't be imagining cursing you so you couldn't speak." It was then he opened his right eye to peer at the girl. Oh, if this couldn't get any better. It was Dixie Holden, a Queen of Slytherin and one of the most annoying girls in the Slytherin house. Or so he heard. Harrison had never personally met Dixie, nor did he ever intend on personally meeting her. If she couldn't get the hint, then he would just get up and walk away, like he always did when someone wanted to get to know him.

He opened both eyes now and turned to face her completely, noting she still held her wand in her hand; and although it was pointing toward the floor, Harrison tightened his grip around his wand as well. She just seemed to be staring at him, as if he were some creature from another universe. But he supposed he was doing the same to her. Although, if you thought about it, she was sort of like from a different universe. Having been hospitalized and everything. He didn't know the story behind it, in fact he hadn't known about it until he eavesdropped on his parents speaking about it on the way to Pamela Holden's remarriage to Hank Bradshaw.

"Is there a specific reason as to why you're still here, or are you just here to annoy me as I'm sure only you could?" He broke the silence with a scowl, as he pulled himself out of the chair and moved toward her. His face illuminated by the lamp. Harrison towered over her, being at least six feet tall - but because he hunched over with his hands in his pockets he wasn't near as tall as he should have been. Harrison watched her closely, analyzing her moves her every shift of her weight. Maybe this was what creeped people out about Harrison the most, the fact that he analyzed them openly. But it was the only way he would even consider getting to know someone.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dixie rolled her eyes, and ran her fingers through her hair before steadying her eyes onto the boy. "Then perhaps I wish you were a dead body, because maybe then I wouldn't be in danger. Though I doubt I am in any danger at all - you probably don't know a spell that makes a person be quiet." She shoved her hands in her hoodie pocket and looked away, his stare was a little bit too intense for her liking. Dixie didn't like being stared at the way he was staring at her, it frightened her; made her feel inadequate. She hated that feeling, ever since she was a little girl she had never had that feeling. She was always better than Mack, always prettier than Mack, always happier than Mack. She had never been loooked down upon as she was now. So, she shifted uncomfortably underneath his gaze.

When he stood up and walked toward her, she nearly jumped away. If it was bad having him that far away from her, think how it must have been for him to only be a few inches away. She felt her breathing become shallow, and her mind blacking but only because she wasn't used to having anyone she didn't know so close to her. Dixie looked down at her feet, trying to think of some witty remark to his asking of her annoying him. Finally she looked back up at him and cocked her head to the side; "I don't know, haven't had the chance to annoy anyone lately. Everytime someone sees me, they run in another direction. I don't know if it's the insanity thing or the fact that I'm a Queen." That just rolled out of her mouth without a hesitation. She was a Queen of Slytherin, something she had dreamt about for awhile.

"As for what I am actually still doing here," Dixie said without skipping a beat. She looked back up at him and smirked; "I now know my presence annoys you, thus I will stay here until you leave. OK with you?" She raised a quick eyebrow before moving away from him and walking to the book on the table near the chair he was sitting in. She really saw no point in reading, but just to have something to do - she picked up the book and opened it. Dixie closed it again, having no idea what it said - and put it back on the table before draping herself across the chair and tilting her head; "What language is that in? Hebrew or something?"

[harrison]

"Perhaps not. But stick around and we'll find out exactly what spells I know and which I do not." Harrison sneered with a glint in his eyes that said he wasn't joking. He wouldn't actually cast a spell on her, he was raised better than that. But never did his mother say he couldn't threaten to, and threats - if dealt correctly - were by far the things that people feared most. He couldn't help but wonder what it was that Dixie feared most out of all. Would it be the fall from the social ladder, or something to deal with her health? Does she secretly fear the Dark Lord as well, or is she afraid of her father? Fear was a powerful thing, especially if one knew how to use it to their advantage.

"Maybe it's fear for why they run from you." Harrison offered as she tilted her head to the side. He looked away and put his hands in his pockets, his eyes not letting anything in or out. Nothing to betray him, "Fear in what you could do to them. After all, the Queens aren't the nicest Slytherins in this forsaken school. Now that you are a Queen, fear comes with the territory. Before you were just some nutcase sixth year, now you're a nutcase sixth year who gets along with the most feared and respected Slytherin ladies." He smirked again and watched as she walked away, changing the subject to her presence still being in the room with him.

"You don't annoy me, don't flatter yourself. It's the fact that people generally think I want company when I would rather be alone." He scowled and watched her perch herself in the armchair he had recently been sitting in. She had picked up his book and then quickly dismissed it, asking what language it was in. Obviously, parents didn't educate their children as well as they used to. He snatched up the book and opened it, quickly skimming the lines; "Russian. Not Hebrew. But I didn't expect you to know that." Now she was annoying him. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

"I'm not a nutcase." Dixie stated firmly, "I just happen to have some issues with my parents...and sister." She spat out the last word with so much hatred. She truly depsised her sister. Mack was the most disagreeable unpleasant girl Dixie had ever met. She couldn't believe she had to live with that girl until she could leave. Dixie hated being stuck in the same place as her sister. It was ridiculous. She shouldn't have been stuck in a prison with someone so unworthy of the Holden name; "You're probably more insane than I am, dear Harrison. And if fear is why they run, then let them run. They should be afraid." Dixie picked at her nail polish as he snatched the book away and skimmed through it before snapping it shut and glaring at her.

"Ooh, Russian, I'm sorry." Dixie stood and reached her arms in the air stretching before looking back at Harrison. He was a good three inches taller than her, and he was handsome in that dark mysterious 'get away from me' type way. Dixie smirked at him and tilted her head to the right; "If you didn't expect me to know that, then why appear so angry? All I did was ask. You're right I didn't know it was Russian, simple because the only languages I know to read are English and French, as is mandatory for a Holden family member to know." She sat back down again, crossing her right leg over her left and staring up at Harrison. She couldn't fathom why he didn't want company. Sure he seemed the loner type, but why not have the company of the girls he could definitely get trapsing after him if he smiled or talked to them?

"May I ask you a question Mr. Brooks?" She asked as she stood again, she didn't care for his answer...she was going to ask whether he approved of it or not. Dixie walked nearer to him and stood on her tip toes so she was a little bit more eye level with him; "Why do you like being alone so much? What is it about the emptiness that draws you to it? The darkness, the serenity? What is it about the human race that pushes you away? Could it be the filth of the mudbloods and mutts or could it be something else? Something more personal?"