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Post by Seren Weavers on Nov 16, 2015 15:51:29 GMT -8
17th December 2011
There was a reason Seren hated sleeping: her dreams. They had always been… vivid and realistic but still… Dreams. There had been a period in her depression where her night’s sleep was simply filled with blackness, but since her arrival to her new masters’ they were beginning to drip back. First of all it had been snaps of faces, and then some flashes of black drops but it was only recently the two had begun to merge. First there had been that wobbly image of a girl with silver and green on her uniform and papers flying, the next say she’d watched a dark skinned slytherin girl trip and drop a book down the stairs. It had been jarring – but how many slytherin students were there rushing about to class? A coincidence wasn’t unlikely, or at least that’s what Seren told herself… There had been a few other incidents, little things, but Seren had explained those away for herself as well.
A few nights ago, night of the 13th, the dream had been different. The faces she’d seen, a girl with pale skin and dark hair, eyes a bright blue which shone and shimmered in a blue light. She was crying… Why? Why was she crying?
The scene melted after that, into another memory. The street was shadowy, blocking out the man’s face. He was tall, standing near enough 6 foot, wide shoulders, toned shadow. The dark figure stretched, tensed and the shrunk, right down to a size of a rat. Not the size; he shrunk into a rat. The mystery man-rat paused for a second, before scurrying out of sight.
These dreams had been… different in ways Seren couldn’t quite place. They didn’t, well they didn’t look like places she knew, all the others did. There was nothing within the school which gave of that blue glow, nothing she knew anyway, so where was it?
Perhaps she had been jumping the gun, it must have just been a dream. It must have been…In the end Seren had pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on her duties. Or she had, until all hell broke loose on the 16th.
Katya Williams. The crying girl had been Katya Williams, the daughter of Lord Williams. And she was missing.
Oh no… Please, please, please. Katya Williams was missing and Seren had seen her in a dream out of the castle crying. Could that mean-? That thought was too terrifying to allow into her mind.
And then the rat-man? Who was he? Where did he fit in?
Oh this was bad…. This was so bad… She needed help, she needed to talk to someone. Master might get angry that she’d kept this from him all this time, so he was out. She’d wondered about Logan for all of thirty seconds, but he couldn’t be trusted either. Not after he’d bruised her arm, not after she’d seen how his rage could just flare up. He was another man who couldn’t be trusted.
So who was left? Only one who could be trusted.
Casey.
It hadn’t been difficult to sneak a piece of parchment and old quill from her Master’s chambers and slip up to the owlery.
She wrote quickly, terrified of being discovered, her normal neat handwriting fast became almost unreadable.
Casey,
I’m scared. I’m terrified. I’m so, so sorry. I just don’t know who else to turn too….I’ve been having these dreams, nightmares. I ignored them at first – I thought that was best. I thought maybe they would just go away but they haven’t. And recently they got worse.
My dreams have started coming true. It all started with a Slytherin dropping a book down the stairs and …. And now…
Casey, I saw Lord William’s daughter. She was crying and, I… I don’t know. Then there was this man who wasn’t a man and – I don’t know!! Just tell me what’s happening to me, please. There is no one else I can talk to and I’m scared I’m in trouble.
Tell me what to do… Please…
I’m sorry,
Seren xx
There was only one school owl in the owlery who Seren attached the letter too, and took it to fly out the window.
Please… Please answer soon….
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Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 16, 2015 15:52:02 GMT -8
17th December 2011
9:00 p.m.
It had been a month and a half since Evie had returned, a month and a half full of emotional twists and turns that left Casey feeling uncertain of what he wanted in life anymore. He'd thought he was over her, but since certain things had happened, he wasn't so convinced anymore. Evie was still just as intoxicating as she ever had been before, perhaps even more so now. Her strength and command of situations was ever evident in many of the interactions he had witnessed over the past month he had been spending with her, Lucy, and Isis working out the finer details to rescue Sam from Azkaban and retrieve Julian from Trevor. He couldn't help but to find it attractive. Unlike the time she had been so willing to take control of things before, this time, she was willing to treat him like a person instead of the enemy. She'd never been hotter.
Casey was distracted from his thoughts by the persistent rapping on his window. Quickly, he pushed himself up from the bed, hissing at the coldness of the stone floor of his room. He really needed to charm that, but now was not the time to worry about it. In seconds, he had opened the window, shivering at the gust of frigid wind that entered, and let the owl in. He took the letter, attempting to shoo the owl, who stared at him expectantly. "Yeah, sorry, bud, but I don't have anything for you," he muttered before running to his bed and tugging the covers up over his body. Damn, cold already.
"Hoo-hooot!" Flap, flap, flap... Peck!
Worse than Saleel! he thought to himself, trying to scare the owl away with a shove of his hand. "Go find a mouse or something! I'm sure there are plenty out there."
Ignoring the bird, he opened the letter, looking straight to the name as he didn't recognize the handwriting. Seren. He'd forgotten about her.
A sinking feeling came over him, and he felt as though he was going to be sick. The writing didn't look like that of someone her age. It looked hurried, rushed, as though she was undergoing something horrid. He wanted to toss the letter away, but he couldn't. He owed her that, after so long without contact. A month, close to a month and a half. And he had promised her letters. But he couldn't have known his life would take such a sudden, drastic turn so soon after their meeting, could he?
After grabbing his wand, he cast Lumos. Squinting may have gleaned him a name and the fact the writing was scribbled but there was no way he could read that quality writing in this lighting.
Finished, Casey sat there, staring forward. Well, crap. There went any chance for sleep. She was obviously terrified to have sent this letter. He stood again, ignoring the ice cold floor that met the soles of his feet, and rushed to pull on clothes before moving over to his desk and scrawling a short note.
Seren,
Don't say a word to anyone about this. I'll be there shortly. Meet me at the gates.
C.
He tugged on his jacket, grabbed his broom, and tied the parcel to the owl. "Go. Hurry."
Flight was his only option. Apparition would draw too much attention, attention he couldn't afford without blood paperwork. Hopefully she would get the letter quickly.
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