|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 12, 2006 10:04:46 GMT -5
He was the one to let her go, this was getting a little too ackward.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 12, 2006 10:09:06 GMT -5
Miriam backed away, swallowing.... was that disappointment? She shook off the thought and returned to her seat on the sofa, once again, staring at the fire. Why are you upset? You knew the chances of him actually wanting to touch you were close to nil. But still.....
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 12, 2006 10:25:48 GMT -5
Sklyar blushed, and looked away. "Umm.. s-s-so..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 12, 2006 10:29:01 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around herself, leaning back into the cushions. Biting her lip, she sighed again. Why had she started to dance in the first place, anyway?
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 12, 2006 10:34:10 GMT -5
"Umm, I'll see you later..." he said before going out the common room.
((he's just a bit shy himself.. this is how he acts when he likes someone.. LOL!))
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 12, 2006 10:40:21 GMT -5
((Figured))
The next day, however, she didn't show up. Neither did she appear the day after, or even the day after that. For one week she was gone missing, yet few people seemed to notice or care.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 12, 2006 10:50:24 GMT -5
Skylar was one that noticed, and one that did care. I wonder where she could be.. he thought as he entered the common room, having just been out looking for her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 12, 2006 10:57:36 GMT -5
Some of the students, those whose parents were Death Eaters, were in a corner muttering about something. While David was not a Death Eater, he was very popular, for his methods of torture originated from the Death Eaters.
"Heard she was half-dead when he...."
"People at the revel were...."
"Can only imagine what we would have learned...."
"And David then said...."
"Then he took her and left! Imagine the stupidity of that boy......"
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 12, 2006 11:00:33 GMT -5
David? Oh dear Merlin! Skylar thought as he heard what the students were talking about. He ran out of the common room, figuring David wouldn't have Miriam in th common room or her dorm. Bloody hell! Where would he have taken her?
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 12, 2006 12:00:59 GMT -5
One of the phrases to be heard as he left was ".... place is so old and small.... wouldn't be surprised if it falls in on her...... heard he'd set it on fire too....."
((Old Hut))
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 12, 2006 14:12:25 GMT -5
((k))
Having heard the last thing, he knew where David had taken Miriam.. the old hut. With that, he ran like the wind to the crumbling shack. "Miriam!" he shouted.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 12, 2006 14:19:44 GMT -5
He's gone. Chained to a post on the far side of the hut, deep in shadow, it was the only thing Miriam could think of. He's gone again. She shivered as winter-cold air slipped in through the cracks, her torn dress the only clothing she'd had for a week. She didn't hear anything, didn't see anything except darkness. Finally she began to drift off, hypothermia beginning to set in from her prolonged exposure to the cold air.
((You can have him see her, but I would like to have a description in my next post. Give me more time to think on it hehe))
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 13, 2006 7:37:45 GMT -5
((okie... mesa confused right now.. LOL! i'll just have him look around to make sure David isn't aroud and what not..))
Skylar didn't hear a reply and thought maybe he'd come to the wrong place. However, he had a strong feeling that he wasn't wrong, that Miriam was inside. He circled around the hut, making sure that David wasn't hiding around it or anywhere near it. He walked up to the door of the old hut, and noticed the black balloon that Macaria Riddle had placed on the handle. Though he did not know who had tried to burn the hut the first time, he'd heard many rumors of the hut having been burnt by someone in the Slytherin house. He sighed, and touched the handle of the door.
|
|
|
|
Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 14, 2006 15:22:31 GMT -5
When the door was opened, she flinched back against the pole and feigned sleep. It was clear, in the late sunlight of the day, that she had been beaten badly. What wasn't bruised on her body was bloodied or scabbed. Her clothes were torn to the point where it was a small rag on her chest and a small rag at her waist. Her hair was limp and looked like string, and had been blackened further from dried blood. The smell of urine and defecation was horrible, coming from a corner and the back of the pole. There were also signs of throw-up, even though most of it was dry. And lastly, she was emaciated, looking thirty pounds thinner than a week before. All in all, a pitifully frightened picture.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 15, 2006 9:35:30 GMT -5
((i'll post here soon.. ))
|
|
