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Mercedes Bovier
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Apr 8 2010, 10:22 PM #1

day one of capture.
  • Mercedes woke slowly, keeping her eyes shut and letting out a groan. Everything hurt. It didn’t make sense though. She was still back on the couch in the common room? Or maybe she’d rolled off it? That was the most likely answer. She’d had a bad dream and come out to the common room! Or at least the Hufflepuff girl kept trying to convince herself. The nightmare had revolved around a man disguised as the darkness taking her from the common room, but that was as much as she remembered of it. Typical of her dreams, she never fully remembered what happened. But if she was asleep on the floor of the Hufflepuff Common Room, then why did all her muscles throb? And why did she feel like she’d been hit over the top of the head with a hammer? She’d certainly be having a visit at the nurse’s wing, or so she thought.

    The girl allowed her eyes to flutter open, and gasped at what she saw around her. She was lying on dark cement. Hard, cold, harsh cement. No wonder she hurt so much! It was dark, extremely dark. No windows. What was going on? Glancing around, she realized there was no way of telling how many hours had passed since she’d been put in the room, or even what time it was now. No way of knowing what might be going on outside. Worst of all, it was a small confined space. Mercedes wasn’t a big fan of being put into a smaller space with no windows. Light represented happiness, and the good things in life. Without it she felt empty.

    Captive. A person who is confined. A prisoner.

    The nightmare was real. Someone had taken her away from her home. Taken her to a place of coldness. A place where she didn’t want to be. The realization hit her hard, almost taking her breath away. This wasn’t some kind of dream, it really was her reality. Her friends and family were back there, and she was here. Usually she felt so close to the people she loved, but now she felt so distant and far away. Had anyone even noticed she was gone? Perhaps it would be days before they’d realized she was missing. Stop thinking like that. There were people who would care enough to wonder where she was, she knew it. Dante. Taylor. Lucy. Rebecca. Seth. Ivory, although they weren’t on the best of terms. Perhaps even Shane… although she had no idea whether he’d care or not. She wasn’t alone in this, or at least she kept trying to tell herself that.

    Feeling around in the darkness, she came across some fabric. Squinting, she tried to get her eyes to adjust to the shadows she was now living in. Was that… A robe? A sob rose, and she unsuccessfully tried to muffle it with her hand. Mercedes wasn’t alone in it. But who else was being forced to endure this nightmare with her? Whoever it was, her heart reached out to them. Every part of her wanted to help them, to get them out of this living hell. What about herself? That wasn’t nearly as important. She was here for a reason, or so she thought. But the others…? Did they deserve to be here?

    After a few moments of allowing her thoughts to carry her off, she bit down on her lip until it bled. The pain certainly stopped her inner ramblings. Could she risk talking? The answer was yes. If they’d, whoever they were, had wanted to kill her, they would have done so already. Opening her mouth, she wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to say.

    Come on. Take charge here.

    “Hello? Wake up. Please. Wake up!” she said, desperation filling her voice as she shook the figure. But that body fell against another body. There was more than one? “PLEASE WAKE UP!” she exclaimed frantically. She could only hope they were able to. Despite not wanting others to suffer in the darkness with her… Mercedes didn’t want to go through any of it alone. Being alone in the shadows was the scariest fate of all.</li>
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Andrew Lenski
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Apr 9 2010, 07:50 PM #2

  • Someone was talking.

    With a quiet groan, Andrew shifted his position. His neck ached like crazy, which he supposed wasn’t too odd since he’d tripped down the staircase the night before. He’d really have to stop falling down those stairs! It had happened at least ten times since he’d arrived at Hogwarts. It was amazing how he even managed to make it to bed last night. But apparently he had – or maybe he’d just fallen asleep and no one had found him…but someone was talking. Andrew’s eyelids fluttered for a moment but stayed shut. He wasn’t looking forward to the walk outside to the greenhouses at all, despite that essay which he considered to be a bit of a masterpiece…no, he wanted to sleeeeeep. Whoever was trying to get him to wake up better have a good reason for doing so. Oddly enough, it sounded like a female voice. The Ravenclaw frowned a little, even though he was still half-unconscious. Why was Callisto trying to wake him up? Why was she even in his dorm? Was he…he was late for class, wasn’t he?!

    His eyes shot open and he sat up, only to collapse back down almost instantly. His head had not hurt this much since crashing into the greenhouse wall a few weeks ago. Whatever he was lying on was most definitely not a bed, but neither was it the smooth stone of a Hogwarts floor. It wasn’t even carpet. He allowed his eyes to drift towards the ceiling of wherever he was – outside? – but then found that he could see no ceiling at all. That was odd…he tried to remember what he had been doing to get shut up in the dungeons, but again reasoned it out. This was not what the floor of the dungeons felt like. And then there was the matter of someone trying to wake him up…now that he thought about it, someone had shaken him as well. He frowned.

    “What’s going on?” he asked to no one in particular, although he thought that someone was crying in the background somewhere. It was dark, and he seemed to be leaning against a sort of wall now. “Who is that? Where…what happened?”

    And then it hit him. The man. The man who’d been attempting to discover his gender (what an odd man!). The falling down the stairs – that eerie, cynical voice, the sneer, whatever had struck him to make him pass out…Andrew rubbed his eyes and immediately regretted it as the right one started to sting again. So he wasn’t at Hogwarts at all! Or was he? Was that Callisto crying? Or was it…his head spun; he closed his eyes again and tried to clear it. Something soft was clutched between his fingers – fabric, cloth of some sort. There was definitely someone else in wherever he was with him, but he had no way of telling who it was. Hopefully it was someone nice…Tam? No, Tam would never allow himself to get taken away like this. Tam was strong! Unlike himself…how stupid was he to take those stairs? There were at least five other staircases leading to Ravenclaw Tower, and he just had to have picked the closest one…

    His other hand, the one not holding onto the cloth, ground into the cement he was sitting on, grazing across every single knuckle and making him wince. How could he have been so stupid? He was a Ravenclaw, for Merlin’s sake. He wished that no one else had been as stupid as he was, but that wish was quickly destroyed when he realized that if no one else had been – been kidnapped, he would be the only one sitting in this hole. He tried to comfort himself by telling him that Callisto couldn’t possibly have been taken either, because she would have recognized his voice and identified herself. That was, unfortunately, not a very comforting thought. What if she went looking for him?

    Callisto’s smart, Andrew’s reasonable brain told him firmly. She’s not like you. She wouldn’t so something stupid unless she absolutely had to… Himself, on the other hand, did stupid things frequently. The thought made his eyes sting, but not because of physical pain. For Merlin’s sake don’t bloody start crying, he told himself. Crying is not going to help. Crying will make everything worse, including your eye. He took a deep breath. This was probably just a giant mistake, and he would be back at where he was supposed to be soon, right? Right?</li>
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Lucy Winkleman
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Apr 9 2010, 08:57 PM #3

Someone was talking, loudly at that too, asking for her to wake up. Wake up for what reason? Lucy mused in her still hazy consciousness. “Five more minutes…” Lucy mumbled to whoever was calling out even though something in those voices did sound very familiar. She was in no rush this morning after all and besides it was night time still for even though her eyes were shut the Ravenclaw could tell there was no light coming from any of the windows. The familiar windows of the Ravenclaw common room or even her cozy dorm sleeping happily in her bed of course for where could she be? Except that was beginning to not match the odd feeling crawling up and down her back and into her head. Why was everything so hard and cold? Her head in particular throbbed like crazy; perhaps she really shouldn’t try anymore of those late night study sessions after all. Wait, late night study sessions…that man’s voice. That hadn’t been a nasty dream? No, she was just scaring herself now.

Wanting to prove a point – if only to herself – Lucy slowly fluttered her eyes open noticing still the complete darkness of the room around her. Instead of reassuring herself however, the fifth year’s eyes began to grow wild with panic. This place wasn’t the Ravenclaw common room or her bed, where the heck was she? Before she could start pondering this new situation further, or let her nerves begin to feel the panic that was slowly creeping down from her mind, Lucy heard another voice even closer to her; it was a boy’s. She knew that voice too, but at least that voice made sense if this was some kind of late April fool’s joke in the Ravenclaw house. “Andrew? Is that you?” Lucy stumbled out of her lips before the surge of pain shut them tightly. Her head was throbbing tenfold now. What in Merlin’s name had happened?

Growing tired of all these questions, and no answers, Lucy decided it was time to get up and do something about it. Lifting herself off the ground Lucy quickly learned that was a big mistake. Falling back onto her elbows with a loud thud the Ravenclaw silently cursed herself for even trying to get up so quickly, as every part of her ached now. How had she been so foolish to get taken like this if that was what had happened? Last night, if it had been only last night, seemed like a blur to Lucy. She had been quietly minding her own business in the common room doing her homework as usual, who could have wanted to take her away from that? Why was she picked up, how had that man gotten into the tower in the first place, and more importantly why hadn’t she tried harder to get free. Everything was dark, but from the sounds of it she was not alone…at least two others were around her. That gave Lucy some kind of comfort. At least she didn’t have to deal with this alone…anything but being alone.

As she began to calm herself down – or tried to – Lucy’s mind kept going back to Hogwarts. Merlin only knew how far away she was from it now and from everyone inside of it. Did they notice she was gone, did Taylor notice. Taking a deep breath to try and hold back the tears that were starting to form in her eyes at the thoughts Lucy decided it was best to keep her mind’s focus else, away from her home. Who else might be around here or more important where were the other two voices coming from. Without moving any other muscles Lucy began to lift her hand and sweep around the areas closer to her. Within seconds she felt a clump of fabric. Was it one of the other’s robes perhaps? Tugging on it gently Lucy turned to look into the darkness, her eyes still not fully adjusting to the darkness of the room. “Hey, are you awake?” Lucy asked softly hoping it was one of the two people already speaking.
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Mercedes Bovier
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Apr 13 2010, 07:51 AM #4

  • The darkness was worse than any nightmare. Not only was there no light, which had thrown the girl off to start with, but the room was cold. Cold in many ways. The temperature wasn’t exactly comfortable, while at the same time shivers ran down her spine. The shivers were caused by the sinking feeling in her stomach. The Hufflepuff didn’t know what might be surrounding her in the darkness. Just to be sure, she stretched her hand out and moved it through the air. Nothing. This was the worst kind of torture for the likes of she, being left to her own devices with a soaring imagination. A sob escaped from her lips before she could bring up a hand to muffle it. Was she giving the man from the night before the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to her? Probably. But Mercedes was scared. She’d been taken from what was supposed to be the safest place in the wizarding world, and then awoken to the darkness. None of it made sense, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t going to let her out. Never again would she see her friends. Never again would she get to be a reckless teenagers. Never again would she snog a boy. There were so many things she’d never get to do again.

    The girl moved one of her hands, clutching the back of her head and squeezing her eyes shut. It was pounding. Not to mention her tense, sore muscles. Whatever had happened after she’d passed out, it clearly hadn’t been good. She was sore, but the centre of all the pain seemed to be her head. Stop thinking so hard, she told herself, biting down hard on her lip until it drew blood. It didn’t ease any of the pain, only caused more. Sniffing, she brought her needs up to her chest, curling into the tell-tale position of someone who had already suffered too much. The only consolation was that somewhere the sun was still shining, it had just turned away from her. Somewhere, someone was smiling. It wasn’t her, of course, but if someone was still bringing joy to the world, she could at least take refuge in that thought. Thinking of that was able to keep away the negative thoughts. She couldn’t completely push them away, she’d have to acknowledge them later, but for that moment she could comfort herself.

    An answer. It was like a light in the end of the tunnel. She wasn’t alone. But the quiet voice seemed so… frightened that it broke her heart. They didn’t deserve this, and didn’t seem to understand it any more than she did. “I don’t know what’s going on,” was all she could whisper, allowing the tears to roll down her face. “I’m so sorry,” she choked out, sobbing again. How could this be happening? Where had they taken them? She wanted the answers, but it didn’t seem likely that she’d be getting any from the man that had taken her.

    Tell them I love them.

    She remembered the sentence from the night before. Would they ever know how much she cared about them? Would they forgive her for being taken and not fighting harder? For several moments she drilled into herself that it was, in fact, her own fault. She could have fought harder. Could have screamed. Maybe if she hadn’t been out in the common room. ….. This isn’t your fault. Mercedes finally came to the conclusion that there was nothing she could have done. But now, thanks to the whole situation, all hope was lost. There was no escaping the darkness.

    That voice was so familiar, much more feminine than the one that had spoken first. Pursing her lips to stop the small sobs, she thought back to only a few days ago. Lucy had been taken from Hogwarts too? No, not Lucy. Lucy didn’t deserve this. Lucy wouldn’t have gotten herself into this situation, right? Mercedes had always liked to think of Lucy as invincible, of someone that could never be taken down. Yet there they were. “Loo,” she whispered, finally letting the sobs out. “Group hug?” she suggested, for the first time in a while that she had no positive emotions in her tone when talking about hugs. This wasn’t good, and there was no way out.</li>
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Andrew Lenski
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Apr 18 2010, 01:14 PM #5

  • A few moments later, someone else spoke up. Nothing but the complete shock and utter dismay of hearing that voice stopped Andrew from breaking down and sobbing like a little child. His mouth opened and closed several times as he tried to think of something to say. Someone – or something – moved next to him, so he moved his hand where he thought the movement had been and came into contact with someone’s arm. But whose arm was it? He squeezed it gently, waiting for a second to see if he would get a reaction, and then let go. “Lucy?” he half-croaked, and at the same time, the other voice – an older girl, he presumed – asked pretty much the same thing and then broke up into sobs. If Andrew could see where the sobbing was coming from, he would have tried to pat her on the shoulder. Unfortunately, he could barely make out his own hand in the dark. He hated the dark. It reminded him of the years he’d spent wasting away before being forced to enroll at Hogwarts. And now, if they ever got out of whatever freak accident they had been snatched up into, he knew he would continue hating the dark for as long as he lived.

    Doesn’t anyone have a wand around here? he thought in despair, but quickly realized that if there was a wand, they would probably be dead or free by now. There was nothing he could do. Andrew had lost count how many times he’d felt helpless, unable to be of any use in his life for himself or others, but this time struck him uncommonly hard. For Merlin’s sake, he was supposed to be strong! Especially when he was supposed to protect the girls. But how was he supposed to protect the girls when he himself had apparently been so helpless that his kidnapper assumed him to be a girl? Andrew winced in frustration as the sobbing continued. Whoever was crying was probably very badly injured, he decided. Very badly injured or extremely frightened.

    “P-please don’t cry,” he said softly to no one in particular. Maybe he was talking to himself. You never knew in a dark, cramped space like this. Maybe Lucy wasn’t really here, and his mind was playing tricks on him. “T-talk…say something, please? Am I…am I going crazy? Are you really here?” The fact that one of his hands was still grasping the cloth of someone’s robe meant that there really was someone with him, but he could be hallucinating as well. After a moment, he found that he had to keep talking. Before, the silence had been oppressing, but now it was just eerie, especially when warm human voices had been conversing a few seconds ago. Andrew had always imagined that nothing would be worse than reverting back to how he was before his eleventh birthday, but now he rather felt like changing his mind.

    Someone – the crying girl? – had suggested a…a group hug. Andrew swallowed, except his throat had gone so dry that it actually hurt. He couldn't see anything. He could only see dark fuzzy things in the distance. Or were they actually very close to him? Tears sprung to his eyes, even though he had promised himself not to cry. He bit his lip until it was streaked with blood, blinked furiously, and sat there, alone in the dark. Maybe he was going crazy.</li>
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Blyssenor Wright
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Apr 19 2010, 11:29 PM #6

  • 'Group.... hug?'

    Blyssenor's mind was a complete mystery to her right now. Had someone, somewhere suggested a group hug? What group? The girl tried to pull herself to consciousness, but something was holding her back. She could feel a dull pounding sensation on the back of her head and that pain was enough of a reason to stay asleep. Yet something told her that she needed to wake up. Slowly, she began to push the cobwebs away and push her way to reality. Her eyelids were very heavy and she had this weird glazed feeling, as if everything was a dream. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. She couldn't remember going to sleep last night...

    "What's going on?" The vampire finally managed to murmur, although she had not moved an inch. The dull pounding still remained and she was reluctant to move, as she was sure it would increase the feeling. However, she could feel a distinct tugging at her robes, as if someone was holding onto them. It was then that she realized that she was not in her bed. She wasn't laying on a soft mattress, but hard cement. The scent that lingered in the room was not at all pleasant and reminded her of animal feces. From simply paying attention to what her senses were telling her, she immediately knew that five other people were in this room. Three people were awake, not including herself. It was an enclosed space and when she finally managed to open her eyes, they were met with a darkness that consumed everything.

    "Ughhh," Blyssenor groaned and finally moved to push herself up. It was almost as if she were drugged. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the light and she turned her head around, getting a glimpse of two girls and a young boy. The other girl was still completely knocked out on the ground, though she was sure that she would awaken soon. It was still too dark for her to make out the identities of these other people, but their scents definitely told the vampire something. They were all familiar, but they were people that she was not around every day. One of them was Sophia Stark. Since she had not heard her speak yet, she could only assume that she was the unconscious girl.

    Suddenly, everything came tumbling back into her mind. She face palmed and groaned again as she remembered her fight with the men who had entered her common room. They had injected her with something and then her world had gone black. 'Those men will pay, she growled and moved to try and push herself up. She would get free from wherever she was and find them. These other kids must have been kidnapped as well, for one reason or another. Yet when she tried to get off the floor, she went crashing back down. Her body was much too weak to hold her and it was as if every single nerve in her body was dulled. It probably didn't help that she hadn't fed in a while. Until this drug wore off, or she fed, she was useless. Utterly useless. This filled her heart with despair.

    "Who all is here?" She stated, closing her eyes, trying to keep tears from flowing. She needed to talk. They all needed to talk.</li>
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Mercedes Bovier
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May 1 2010, 12:08 AM #7

  • Mercedes wasn’t one to naturally accept defeat. Or at least generally she wouldn’t go down with a bubbly grin on her face. Yet this wasn’t a situation she’d even dreamt of getting herself into. Nightmares were one thing, but this was completely different. They were surrounded by the darkness, almost staring into the face of hopelessness. Where did that leave her? It left Mercedes questioning death. What would it feel like? Would anyone miss her? These thoughts only caused more sobs. Perhaps she’d die all by herself. Would they torture her first? So many grotesque possibilities floated through her head, managing to break past her walls of positivity. Even Mercedes Bovier could accept that there were some things she just couldn’t get out of. They were closed into a dark room, with no known door. Hogwarts might not have even realized they were gone. For all she knew, their days were going on as normal. Classes, partying, snogging, drama… Things that had been part of her life for so long. Now it seemed she was stuck in this mess, with no escape.

    “You… None of you deserve this,” she found herself whispering hoarsely. Did she deserve this, though? Was this her punishment for being a mudblood. That was when she found herself scheming… If she distracted the men, would they escape? Judging from the situation, probably not. There was nothing anyone could do but stare into the pitch black of the unknown. “All I know is that we need to stick together,” she said after a moment’s pause. Perhaps they were all weak and terrified, yet it seemed less daunting to her if she was not alone as she went through the ordeal. All she could do was trust that someone would care enough to search for them. Seth would be… Eating himself up completely, if he realized what was going on. Guilt filled her heart at the very thought of any of her friends feelings on the matter. Was it selfish to be feeling sorry for herself when they might be equally as scared for her? She wasn’t sure what to think anymore.

    Time to face facts. Letting out a drawn exasperated sigh, she blinked a few times. “Guys… Weird men have put us here for some reason or another,” she said softly, trying her best to call on an inner strength to help her. “The facts are that we’ve been taken away from our home and none of us can do anything about it. We have to wait and stick together,” Mercedes said slowly, taking a deep breath as she finished. What else could they do but sit around and wait? It wasn’t realistic, but that was what they’d have to do.

    “I’m Mercedes Bovier,” she murmured to those wondering who was also present. From this she might learn who else was awake, and then search around to see if there were any still asleep. These people might be the last friends she was ever around. Images from her birthday party, only weeks before, came flooding back… She hated this.

    Wiping her face, she sniffled once more and made an oath. She would cry as little as possible. If she cried, everyone else might cry. That certainly wasn’t what the Hufflepuff girl wanted. Not in the slightest. Help would come, she had to keep reminding herself that they’d come and get them soon. Somehow.</li>
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Lucy Winkleman
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May 1 2010, 09:45 PM #8

Lucy did not like this feeling, not one bit. Her head ached like no other and her body felt like it weighed a ton. Everything on her hurt and nothing seemed to make the pain stop. The only thing the Ravenclaw had left that didn’t cause her complete pain was her thoughts, although thinking did cause her head to pound a little harder. She wanted her soft bed with her soft pillows and the comforting fact that everything was alright. Was there a way for the girl to just fool herself into thinking this was all a dream, some sick and twisted nightmare? That any moment now she would wake up and life would be as usual at Hogwarts and all of this would be something she could laugh about during breakfast? I haven’t done anything to anyone! Why did this happen to me? was the only thing Lucy wanted to repeat to herself silently. This was all one horrible dream. Anytime now someone would open a door and tell her this was all one big mistake. She’d be set free, allowed to forget about it all. Closing her eyes to try and forget about the pain still coming from her head Lucy let her mind drift into that useless fantasy unable to still move the rest of her body without causing a spike in pain.

With her eyes still tightly closed shut it was almost too easy to hear every little movement and noise that was happening around here now. She hated every second of it and yet willing herself to reopen her eyes was too much to bear. This was all one sick dream, I’m just imagining it. Yet the sobs coming from not too far away did not sound at all imaginary, neither did the voices that kept drifting into her ears freaking the Ravenclaw girl out more and more. As much as she wanted to remain in her own little world pretending this was all her own imaginary gone stray the Ravenclaw girl was smarter than that. I know those voices… was all the fifth year let her mind analyze out of it all.

Finally stacking up the courage to ask the question she already knew the answer to Lucy began to slowly reopen her eyes to the darkness. “Merc! Is that really you too?” Lucy gasped before cupping her lips together tightly. It was the only thing holding back the rush of her own sobs but the silent tears began to stream down her cheeks. Yes, it was most certainly Mercedes. If there was anyone Lucy knew to ask for a group hug now she certainly could imagine her friend asking for one. To top it all off the reemergence of Andrew’s voice, reaffirmed that not one but two of her good friends were here now as well as the possible identity of the person crying. As the Ravenclaw’s mind kept racing with these new facts – more at the identity of the two other voices next to her – a suddenly sharp realization came to mind, causing Lucy to nearly go breathless. She wasn’t alone, that much she had figured out before, but why were they here too? They were her friends, not just strangers trapped in this nightmare. It was unbelievable enough to try to understand what was going on just for herself but now she had friends in this horrific nightmare. She couldn’t accept it, wouldn’t allow herself to for that matter. No, for whatever reason those men took her – probably took all of them – Lucy was not about to let any harm come to her friends. Yet as the fifth year tried to calm herself down, reassure herself with these calming thoughts as Mercedes voice called out once more, the same dark feeling inside her heart began leaking into her hopeful mood. What’s the point, they had all been kidnapped already and swiftly in Lucy’s case. How could she ever except to fight back against people who had done that?

Her whole body ached and her head was still practically rolling instead of her skull in pain when suddenly again another voice rang out from the darkness. Was it ever going to end? Trembling a little Lucy let her eyes dart back and forth in the darkness, hopelessly trying to see where all these voices were coming from. “I’m…Lucy. Lucy Winkleman.” mumbled quickly before waiting to see who else was present, or awake for that matter.
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Andrew Lenski
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May 2 2010, 01:40 PM #9

  • Surely, Andrew thought in despair, he could have seen this coming. It wasn’t his fault that sometimes he dreamed odd things that could happen, right? It wasn’t as if he made things up and then they just happened the next day. So why hadn’t he seen any of this coming? The boy had had some sneaking suspicions about foresight, but as the ability generally came and went as unpredictably as if it had a mind of its own, he hadn’t done much to delve into it. Now, though, in the dark where everything was believable, the thought reemerged, floating to the front of his mind. What if he was a Seer? No, that was just impossible. If he was a Seer, he’d have known something like this was going to happen! Andrew shook his head slightly as a new voice, another female one, was introduced to the misfit choir.

    Alright, he had never heard this voice either. Or maybe he had, and he just couldn’t recognize it. Judging from the tone, it belonged to an older female…he didn’t know how old, exactly…but she sounded older than Lucy. He wondered briefly if there were Muggles in the room with them, and then ruled it out. No one was screaming. And from what he’d learned in Muggle Studies, Muggles liked to scream. Especially the females ones. The older female voice was inquiring about the situation, but unfortunately, none of the others could answer. Andrew tried to put it into words, but failed. He was only thirteen, for Merlin’s sake. How was he supposed to know? An eerily familiar anger started to bubble within him, but he controlled himself. There was no point in doing a Tam and chucking everyone against the concrete wall.

    Someone – someone named Merc, judging from the conversation between Lucy and her – had finally pulled herself together and tried to think logically. Andrew hung onto her every word, but after a few phrases, he had to stop listening. It was all very well for her, he expected, since she seemed to know everyone in here with the exception of himself. He blinked madly and tried to get his eyes – eye? – to adjust to the darkness better, but like everything else he had been trying, he failed. Alright, he told himself. Stop being a pansy. Stop being annoyed. It’s not their fault anymore than it is your own… At least, he hoped he was right.

    “I’m Andrew,” he said suddenly, remembering that they were supposed to be introducing themselves, “Andrew Lenski.” And then, unable to hold back, “Lucy? D’you…d’you have any idea where you are? I can’t…see anything.” His eyes probed the room, all quarters of it, searching for a tiny sliver of light. He found none. Then the girls started up their crying again. The boy swallowed uncomfortably. What was he supposed to do in a dark room full of sobbing females? He hardly felt like groping around for something to hold on to. There was still the matter of whose robes his hand was clutching. No one had made any sounds of protest, so Andrew assumed that the owner of said robes was still unconscious. But how long could that last?

    “I’m leaning against a wall,” the boy murmured, half under his breath and half hoping that someone would hear him and tell him where he was, “It feels sort of…curved…and it’s cold.” He closed his eyes, although closing his eyes and keeping them open was the same thing when the room was pitch black. “Maybe we’re in a round room. A tower…” for a second, he wondered if this was some sort of invisible tower in Hogwarts. But no, then someone was bound to know where they were! Andrew felt like he was being driven insane. He had to figure this out. What else was his brain good for?</li>
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