no title - chap one - the beginning

[glaelia]

k, so i'm looking for a couple of betas... and not elfea.. cos she's read this already and already told me what she thinks... pref some people who have english as their first language too, cos elfea doesn't understand some of my meanings.... :rolleyes: :p

i'm going to put it on ff.net and also thinking about schnoogle, it doesn't have a title as yet, but it's definately PG at the moment. though it may be higher later and as such i wouldn't post those bits....


anyhoo, please read and tell me what you think!! ta

kisses

glae

xx



One – The Beginning

She stopped, panting, gasping for breath. One more step, if she just took one more step… but there was always another to take, another and another… and still nothing. Nothing but the wind and the snow; howling around her, seeping in under her cloak. She pulled the mulberry coloured cloak tighter; pulling the hood lower, covering her face. She shivered. It had to be here, wasn’t that what they had said? Wasn’t this where they had told her to go? She stopped suddenly, panicking, hit by a sudden thought. What if… what if they’d lied? What if it wasn’t there at all? What if there was nothing here but wind and snow and moor and mountain? She looked around in a panic, desperately trying to see something through the swirling blizzard. Nothing. There was nothing, she was lost and alone; so very alone.

If there was nothing, was there any point in taking the next step? Was there any point in struggling further? She stopped, hesitating, her foot raised.

‘No,’ she whispered calmly, ‘No, there’s no point.’

And she stopped, stopped where she stood. She sank to the ground; weary now that she had given in to her subconscious. Why go on? Why try harder than she had already? Hadn’t she tried hard enough? She bit her lip, holding back a sob, shaking her head. She was more than that; she was braver than that. But was she? Was it brave to give in – to give up? Wasn’t that the cowards’ way out?
She shook her head again; tried to stand up.

‘I’m not a coward,’ she muttered, gritting her teeth. ‘I’m not.’

But she couldn’t stand up. Her legs would not obey her command, they shook beneath her; not just her legs, her whole body shook. She realised suddenly how cold she was, how numb. Did it really matter? What did it matter if she died a coward? Would anybody care? Would anybody notice?

‘But I care,’ she heard a small voice whispering; her own, as she closed her eyes, giving in to fatigue. ‘This isn’t how I want it to end.’
But there was no strength left. She had forced herself forwards for so long, so long. And now? Now was the time to sleep, to rest, to give in. A coward? Perhaps. But she hadn’t the strength to be anything else, not now, not anymore. She opened her eyes suddenly, hearing a bark over the sound of the howling wind, looking into the thick snow. There was an animal, a flash of running legs, thick black fur. And it was gone. She was alone again. All alone.

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She woke slowly, feeling the light of a new morning falling on her face. She knew she wasn’t dead; she hurt too much to be dead. But what was she? Where was she? What had happened? Why hadn’t the storm claimed her? She flinched as she heard soft voices talking, murmuring - there were people there. People. How long was it since she’d heard another voice or used her own? She opened her eyes carefully, slowly, squinting in the light. There were two people. A tall man, with blue-black hair and black robes, he was talking quickly, his voice low. He looked haggard, thin and worn. Not as old as his companion though. The second man’s hair was shocking white, his face covered in a scrubby beard. He was shorter, but broader - he had more presence. He was angry, angry with the taller man.

‘She must not be woken Sirius. She needs rest. She needs care,’ he was hissing, trying to keep his voice low, trying to keep it calm.

‘We don’t know who she is!’ the taller man was arguing, ‘she could be anyone! She could have come from… them,’ he whispered, turning suddenly to look at her. She closed her eyes quickly, feigning sleep. Had she been quick enough?

‘You brought her here!’ the older man was whispering, the dark-haired man turned, and she risked opening her eyes again.

‘Yes, Mallory, I could hardly leave her. She was nearly dead. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not out there, not in that weather… even if she is one of them. And…’ he murmured, she noticed his silver eyes grow wide, ‘and Moony runs tonight. I couldn’t leave here out there, with him… no one would be safe!’

Mallory stepped back, his eyes wide, ‘No. No, I quite agree. You could not leave her. So, when she wakes…’

‘Albus wants to speak with her,’ Sirius interrupted. ‘Now,’ he added, his voice steely.

‘Albus?’ Mallory asked, ‘Albus himself?’

‘Yes. Is there a problem with that?’ Sirius was snarling, looking down at Mallory.

‘No. No. No, of course not!’ he stuttered in return. ‘Just… well, it isn’t very often he graces us with his presence. Not, not nowadays, not in… these times.’

‘No, it isn’t… so make sure she’s awake.’

‘Right… right…’ the smaller man sighed, turning as Sirius left the room.

Mallory moved towards the bed, frowning, and she closed her eyes tightly again, feigning sleep once more, relaxing her body.

‘Young miss?’ he whispered as he neared the bed. She heard his robes rustling, heard him as he reached his hand out to shake her.

Her eyes were closed, her fists clenched. ‘Don’t touch me,’ she hissed, ‘don’t come anywhere near me.’

************?

‘Can you explain Mallory?’ Albus asked as he settled himself in a comfortable chair near the end of the bed. He was old, she thought, far older than anyone she had met before. His skin was papery and white, his pale blue eyes hooded, his silver hair thin, though his beard was thick and long; long enough to be plaited to keep it out the way. His robes were an iridescent silver, reflecting the light cast by the candles, by the fire; moving as he moved, gliding across his arms. She watched him, but his eyes were not on her; they were on Mallory - on the doctor. For he was a doctor, she had established that much, but she didn’t need him, she was strong, she was powerful - didn’t they realise that? Didn’t they know who she was?

‘Can you explain?’ Albus asked Mallory again.

[glaelia]

apologies for double post...... second part

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Mallory was shaking, she had scared him, and she smiled. He began to stutter under Albus’ gaze, under Sirius’ gaze. Sirius had returned, bringing Albus with him, and was now standing in front of the door - his wiry arms folded across his too-thin chest, his broad shoulders suggesting the shape of the man he had once been, glaring; as if he thought she would try and flee. She wouldn’t, she smirked to herself. But if she wanted to leave, she would, could; and they wouldn’t be able to stop her. She moved her legs, bringing them towards her chest, wrapping her cloak around her, watching them from under her hood. She frowned, she was shaking - her legs were shaking as she moved… odd.

‘She attacked me!’ Mallory was protesting. ‘I’m telling you! She threw me against the wall – I hit my head. Look!’ he insisted, holding forth a handkerchief, soaked in blood.

Sirius scoffed. ‘How could she? She can barely move!’ he laughed, ‘She’s just a little girl Mallory. Can’t you protect yourself against a little girl?’ There was a laugh in his voice that made her angry. She snarled, barely audible, but Albus turned towards her.

‘Did you attack him?’ he asked, his voice soft but stern.

‘Yes,’ she answered, her voice cold, she was surprised how raspy it was. She hadn’t spoken to anyone is so long. How long? She couldn’t remember…

‘And why did you do that?’ His voice was stern - he believed her then. He didn’t think she was just a little girl. Maybe he knew. She shifted a little, raising her hood so that she could see better, a little, not enough for them to see her, to see her eyes… because then
they would know.

‘He tried to touch me,’ she growled, her voice low, still dry. Sore.

She caught a slight raise in Albus’ eyebrow, though his face showed no other reaction. Sirius on the other hand was not so blasé.

‘You did what?’ he yelled, rushing forwards and pushing Mallory against the wall. He yelled as his head connected with the stone again.

‘Not like that!’ he screamed, pushing the fuming Sirius away. ‘Not like that! I was trying to wake her, when you left, simply trying to wake her. I was going to shake her shoulder – she was already awake. She was listening. She told me not to touch her, I didn’t, but the next thing I knew I’d hit the wall!’ Sirius released his grip, and Mallory slipped to the floor, looking indignant and holding his head once more.

‘Is that how it was?’ Sirius asked, his shoulders were heaving, and she could see his fists were clenched.

‘Yes,’ she murmured quietly. His gaze was making her awkward. She moved away, curling her body into a ball, pressing closer to the cold stone wall. ‘Where am I?’ she asked suddenly.

‘Sirius brought you into the castle. This is the hospital wing.’ Albus’ calm voice answered her from across the room.

‘I made it then,’ she murmured, a half-smile playing on her lips. ‘I made it to the capriccioso place,’ she smirked again.

‘How dare you!’ Sirius snarled, his silver eyes widening as his pupils contracted.

‘Please,’ Albus interrupted, ‘whilst you are in our company young lady, I would ask you to be civil. I do not take kindly to those who call us freaks.’

‘She’s one of them Albus. She should leave now,’ Sirius hissed, turning on the old man now.

‘I think not,’ the old man smiled, rising from his chair and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Involuntarily she backed away again, as far as she could - he frowned slightly but said nothing. ‘As you commented earlier, Sirius, Moony runs tonight. Nobody shall stray outside the castle walls. Now,’ he continued, looking directly at her. She flinched, pulling the hood lower still. ‘I am Albus Dumbledore, I am, if you like, the head of this little community, the headmaster of what was once Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is Sirius Black,’ he smiled, gesturing over his shoulder at the tall man with the silver eyes and snarling lips. ‘And our doctor, Mallory Salubre. He has taken good care of you since you were brought here last night. Sirius brought you here, you were lucky my child, any longer and the storm would have claimed you. Any longer and Sirius would not have been abroad, Moony will run tonight, I would say that you are lucky indeed.’

She frowned, why was he being so forthcoming? Who or what was Moony?

‘May we have the pleasure of your name?’ he asked gently, leaning forwards slightly, attempting to see beneath the hood.

She hesitated slightly, and sighed. ‘Cassandra,’ she whispered, ‘Cassandra Kismet.’

She noticed Albus breathe in quickly - saw the shadow pass across his face. Once again he said nothing. She frowned. Surely they knew? Surely they had been warned?

‘Are you one of them?’ Sirius hissed, moving closer again, his eyes dark now, the black pupils wide.

‘I… I don’t understand what you mean…’ she whispered. How was he doing this? No one ever scared her, ever had. Why did he?
‘Are you one of them… from the village? One of those murderers, those Death Eaters?’ he hissed again.

‘No!’ she squealed, shocked, indignant.

‘Who are you then?’ he continued, ‘Where have you come from if not from there? There is nowhere else…’ he trailed off, looking at her. She was snuffling, trying to hold back a sob.

‘I… I… it took me a long time to find this place… I’ve been looking for a long time…’

‘Why would you want to come here?’ Sirius demanded, his voice rising with anger, ‘If you think we are all capriccio?’ he snarled, his voice full of venom.

‘I… I thought I’d be safe here…’ she whispered, not daring to look up. Not wanting to see his eyes.

‘And you will my dear,’ Albus interrupted. ‘You have nothing to fear whilst you are in this castle. Now, Sirius, Mallory, would you leave for a little while please? I would like to speak to Miss Kismet in private.’

‘But…’ Sirius started, his jaw dropping. ‘We don’t know who she is… she could be dangerous!’

Albus chuckled, his blue eyes dancing; ‘No more than you my dear fellow, or indeed than I. Mallory has no problem with leaving,’ he commented as the doctor disappeared through a heavy oak door.

Sirius scoffed, ‘Don’t even get me started,’ he threatened, wagging a finger at Albus. ‘You’re sure?’ he asked, calmer now, quieter.

Albus nodded, smiling.

‘Right… right then… I’ll… wait outside.’

‘No,’ Albus held up a hand, ‘go to breakfast Sirius, you’ll miss it otherwise.’

Albus waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, and it seemed that Sirius knew not to push him further. He shot Cassandra one last, wilful glare, and then left the room, banging the door behind him.

‘Ah,’ Albus sighed inclining his head slightly. ‘Sirius has a temper I’m afraid; he’s very protective. Now,’ he smiled, looking at her intently, and she backed away, ‘perhaps you would lower your hood? Don’t worry, I shan’t touch you,’ he smiled gently.

She understood. He knew.

Shaking hands rose to the mulberry coloured hood, lifted it gently, pulled it away from her face. She gazed at him, this frail old man, as he gazed at her, and she wasn’t afraid anymore.

‘So it is true then,’ he whispered. Albus took in the delicate white skin, the fragile body, her white-blonde hair, hanging in soft curls to her waist. Delicate strands were sticking to her forehead, to her flushed cheeks. Then his eyes rested on hers, and she didn’t flinch. He didn’t back away, instead he looked at her calmly. Normally they ran, didn’t look twice. He gazed at her black eyes. For Cassandra Kismet’s eyes were black, solid black. There seemed to be little white - her eyes were larger and more dark than the norm, rimmed in long, thick, black lashes. This had the effect of making her eyes stand out from her pale face. Making her eyes seem even larger, more penetrating, more angry.

‘It is true then,’ he sighed again. ‘The prophecy has begun.’





A/N ack, and before anyone asks, no relation to cassie claire of fanfic fame... cassandra means seer, and kismet is turkish for destiny...

likewise, cappriciso is italian for freakish...

salubre is italian for healer (or health)


kisses

glae

xx

[Elfëa]

You know what I think - but also note, it's too short for Schnoogle. :p Schnoogle fic has to be at least 15kb as text file (not word) or approx 3000 words/chapter at least. :) (But you can always get it on Dark Arts).

You could name it after Cassadra Kismet - Destiny Seer ;)

And while searching beta, don't forget it has to be someone who nitpicks your grammar :p Someone who tells you I'm right and correct with the punctuation :p (I know I am. I was told about that aspect of English punctuation less than a week ago :p)

[Colli]

:D I'm intrigued! You've given enough information for the reader to invest interest, yet left enough mystery to keep us reading. :)

:clap: Great start!

(edit) I was reading through looking for grammar mistakes..
What if it wasn’t there at all? What if there was nothing here but wind and snow and moor and mountain?
I could be entirely wrong, but shouldn't these words be the same? Either "here" or "there"? Continuity... my English teacher is really picky. :D
She sank to the ground; weary now that she had given in to her subconscious.
Should the semicolon be a comma? I think you're only supposed to use semicolons when you have two independent clauses.
She shook her head again; tried to stand up.
Same. :D

[lithorose]

She's like Hedwig, in human form! (sorry, it's just something that struck me;))

"A/N ack, and before anyone asks, no relation to Cassie Claire of fanfic fame"
-What's A/N?

Might be a good idea to put the explanations of names before the text:) I kept wondering what cappriciso meant.

Overall I really like it! Sorry about length; the quotes make it look longer than it is.


You might want to trim up the first section (where she's wandering alone) a bit; it's kind of slow and not enough information is given to intrigue the reader. The rest of the story picks up quite a bit though:)

"She pulled the mulberry coloured cloak tighter; pulling the hood lower, covering her face."
-mulberry-colored is a little redundant; mulberry is enough description in my opinion:)

"Shaking hands rose to the mulberry coloured hood, lifted it gently, pulled it away from her face."
-same thing.

".. her white-blonde hair, hanging in soft curls to her waist."
-How could her hair hang to her waist if she's wearing a cloak that ties aroung the neck? If it was my hair it would be everywhere but hanging in curls to my waist. I don't know if this would bother other readers though.


Spelling/Grammar-
"Can you explain Mallory?"
-'Can you explain, Mallory?'

"Sirius had returned, bringing Albus with him, and was now standing in front of the door - his wiry arms folded across his too-thin chest, his broad shoulders suggesting the shape of the man he had once been, glaring; as if he thought she would try and flee."
-a bit of a run-on sentence.

"Any longer and Sirius would not have been abroad, Moony will run tonight, I would say that you are lucky indeed."
-'Any longer and Sirius would not have been abroad. Moony will run tonight; I would say that you are lucky indeed.'

"He shot Cassandra one last, wilful glare, and then left the room, banging the door behind him."
-willful

"Albus wants to speak with her.."
-In the books it seems like Dumbledore is almost always called by his last name; unless there's some reason explained later in your story why he is called 'Albus'?

"Sirius scoffed. ‘How could she? She can barely move!’ he laughed, ‘She’s just a little girl Mallory. Can’t you protect yourself against a little girl?’"
-It seems uncharacteristically derogatory of Sirius to call anyone a 'little girl', even if he's trying to insult someone else by doing so.

"‘Please,’ Albus interrupted, ‘whilst you are in our company young lady, I would ask you to be civil. I do not take kindly to those who call us freaks.’"
-Seems a little out of character for Dumbledore; unfortunately I have no suggestions about how to change it.

About Dumbledore introducing Sirius, then Salubre (BTW, I like the name!): Wouldn't he introduce the older and presumeably more prestigious person first?

About Moony running: Maybe this will be explained later, but wouldn't Moony be locked away in a castle room while he transforms? So he can't hurt anyone or be caught by the bad guys? It may also be more mysterious to only mention his running once, or not at all, just mentioning 'something dangerous' being out (or something like that).

That's it for now;) Can't wait to read the next installment!

[Elfëa]

lithrose-

but if you say mulberry cloak, it actually suggests it's made of mulberry :p

(And I'm grateful that someone else also picked on the punctuation :p)

Colli's comments

She shook her head again; tried to stand up.
I don't think it works with comma either. Needs a conjunction like and (yes, glae, you hate it. But :p)

"She shook her head again and tried to stand up."
Or
"She shook her head again, trying to stand up."

And I think we discussed about this glae? ;)

[lithorose]

True. Maybe put mulberry-colored the first time, and then just mulberry afterwards?

[Elfëa]

Yay! I was corrert. I can have glae's head now :p

Also, would like to know if you can say "died a coward" in proper English. :p Cause it sounds weird and stupid to me.

"Died as a coward." "Died like a coward."

I can accept it as part of saying - lived like a coward, died a coward. :p But not without the like anywhere... ;)

[lithorose]

Depends on where you're from. I think it's fine in this case, and actually prefer it.:) English is just weird that way.

[Elfëa]

So, you're giving my head to glae? :( ;)

So, where do I have to be from if I don't use it like glae does? ;)

[lithorose]

Not sure; in America it'd be fine. Ever hear the full title of Moll Flanders? It's something like "The life and times of Moll Flanders, who was 12 years a whore , was married 7 times, once to her brother, was shipped to Virginia, and died a penitent..." can't find the official title, but that's pretty close.

[Elfëa]

archaic language then :p

[lithorose]

Yep.

I found the full title:
"The Fortunes and Misfortunes of Moll Flanders Who Was Born In Newgate, and During a Life of Continu'd Variety For Threescore Years, Besides Her Childhood, Was Twelve Year a Whore, Five Times a Wife [Whereof Once To Her Own Brother], Twelve Year a Thief, Eight Year a Transported Felon In Virginia, At Last Grew Rich, Liv'd Honest, and Died a Penitent " (Whew! Whatta title!)

To say that someone died 'like a coward' implies that someone only seems like one but isn't. To 'die a coward' is actually a contraction of 'to die as a coward'.

[Elfëa]

So does that mean I actually get glae's head after all? ;) :D

[lithorose]

Nope. She's just using a phrase that may be grammatically incorrect but is commonly used, kind of like the word 'ain't'. Opinions differ, but I think colloquialisms are okay most of the time.

Look at the amount of controversy over 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn', which is intentionally written in Missourri slang of the 1800s. Some people think it ought to be removed from libraries for that (and for racial issues. But the grammar is part of the argument).

[Elfëa]

ouch. :(

Well, I just :trout: her anyway. ;)

You can break grammar only if you know it. Otherwise, it's pure ignorance :p

[glaelia]

colloquialisms ---- that was the word i was looking for earlier elfea!! lol, i get your head! i won i won! thankee lithorose :D :hug:



A/N = author notes...


if i named it after cassandra kismet it would be seer destiny elfea... not the other way round....


by the way, cassandra means seer, and kismet is turkish for destiny....

COLLI:
edit) I was reading through looking for grammar mistakes..

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What if it wasn’t there at all? What if there was nothing here but wind and snow and moor and mountain?
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good point! missed that one... BUT... hmmm ... yes... there for both methinks....



About Moony running: Maybe this will be explained later, but wouldn't Moony be locked away in a castle room while he transforms? So he can't hurt anyone or be caught by the bad guys? It may also be more mysterious to only mention his running once, or not at all, just mentioning 'something dangerous' being out (or something like that).


AHA ... you picked up on that... yes it will be explained later ;)


Wouldn't he introduce the older and presumeably more prestigious person first?


side story... salubre is certainly not prestigious... ;) and you'll find out why later... it is in fact hinted at in this chapter... sirius' attitude to him and dumbledore' introduction helps show this....


;)

hedwig in human form? lol! you think???



those who call us freaks.’"
-Seems a little out of character for Dumbledore;


all will be explained!! cappricioso... or freaks is bad... hence sirius flying off the handle and dumbledore being terse....





i was wondering about dumbledore or albus... i wasn't sure... i kind of wanted to call him something different... like albus was more familiar and because he isn't actually headmaster... cos there's no school as such, i wanted his name to be less formal... still not sure though.....

sirius is in a strop... he doesn't care if he's being derogatory... ;)



well thank you all -some good points made so far... and i didn't lose my head to elfea :D sooo proud i am....


so any more comments? or comments on the above i just posted??? i'll post chapter 2 tomo..... ;)


:D


glae

xxx

[Elfëa]

What? I don't get to read the chapter before others? :eek:

Gah. I'm so going to kill your punctuation here then ;)

[lithorose]

hedwig in human form? lol! you think???It was just something that crossed my mind. The white complexion, the black eyes made me think of a snowy owl.;)

sirius is in a strop... he doesn't care if he's being derogatory What's a strop?

No further comments at this time. Awaiting chapter 2!:D

[glaelia]

lol, in a bad mood!

chap two will be up tomorrow.... not until then... i'm evil :D :devil:


and i'd quite like one or two more on here first ;)

[Colli]

"Died a coward" sounds good to me. :)

She shook her head again; tried to stand up.

I don't think it works with comma either. Needs a conjunction like and

Yes, I was just too lazy to type all that out. :p



To quote a great Sicilian, "I'm WAITING!" ;)

[glaelia]

and wait you shall!


though you have reminded me to take the disc to work tomorrow so i can upload the chapter....


any title ideas? guess not seeing as you don't know the plot...

[Elfëa]

Well, from what I know...

"Kismet" would sound good :p

[glaelia]

hmmm twould... but then people would think i was turkish....
hmmm

[Elfëa]

Kismet - Destiny

[glaelia]

I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!! DUH!!!


:trout: s elfea... lots...


i'm not called it 'kismet - destiny' that would be thick.... :p

[Elfëa]

Not you, but the fic. And most ppl don't know what Kismet means.

Besides, Kismet is a lovely chocolate bar in Finland.

I'm going to send you some when I'll go home :p If I remember :p

[glaelia]

would sort of defeat the object if i called it kismet though.. they'd now who she was before she told the readers.. and also they'd be looking up kismet.. .and i don't want people to know that... i want it to be a nice name.. .that people realise the significance of.. it they're clever :D

[Elfëa]

Hmm... I read ch2, but didn't come up anything.

I think you should play with words - Destiny, Seer, Seeing - and the idea what you want the point of the story be... :)

[Ravenclaw]

Wow, nice start!

I think all that needs to be said or critisized has been said and critisized. And me pointing out any further errors, ('specially the grammatical ones) would just be redundant.

;-)

[glaelia]

lol, thanks ravenclaw. you read 2 ellie?? and you don't have bad things to say yet??? or you just have sooooo many bad things to say yo ucan't bring yourself to start???


;)

[StarGazr]

I wish I had the energy to post a really good review, but I'm sick and just can't think straight.. but this has a really good beginning and I can't wait to read more. :)

[glaelia]

see ellie... some people like me :p

[glaelia]

okay, apologies for the double post, but are you ready for chapter two???


be kind, and feel free to point out errors, grammatical and otherwise ;)

i do need a bit of help with the lunar cycle, does the moon wax, wane or be new after the full???
i was sirius to say "the moon wanes" or "the moon waxes" or, "a new moon"... but i don't kow which it should be and i'm entirely too lazy to investigate ;)




Two – Sirius


Cassandra shifted slightly in her sleep. It was night again, nearly dawn, the moon had set - she had slept all day, and all night. She had never been so tired before, felt so weak, so helpless. There was a noise in the room. It had woken her now, and she peered out from under her hood, staring into the darkness. There was a scuffling, a moaning noise, someone in pain. There was another person moving around the room, rattling bottles and opening drawers. She could see nothing in the blackness. But the sounds continued, small sobs, and hushed moans. They must be at least two people there. The doctor? Mallory? And a new patient? She strained her eyes trying to see, and eventually fell asleep again, worn out, exhausted.


The sun rose to find Cassandra still asleep and a figure leaning over her bed. A tall seemingly young man, but worn. His dirty-blonde hair was streaked with gold and silver, his face lined, his body covered in scars. He watched her with amber eyes, gazing at her sleeping form. He stood, hunched, wrapped in a thick brown cloak, gazing at the way the sun rippled over her white-blonde hair as it rose. He left her there, sleeping. Returned to his own bed, pulled the curtains around him and slept. His body was worn; his mind was exhausted.

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‘You’re back with us then?’ Albus asked as Cassandra emerged from the bathroom, having washed and dressed. She nodded; pulling her cloak around her, despite the fire the room was cold. Albus was sitting on the end of her bed, a smile on his face and a laden tray beside him.
‘I didn’t think you would want to join the crowds just yet,’ he smiled. ‘And as we have another patient, I thought I would bring enough lunch for three.’

Cassandra looked around, noticing another bed in the corner, a hunched figure curled up under the blankets; they were pulled over its head.

‘I thought. I thought I heard noises this morning,’ she whispered, climbing back onto the bed, as far from Albus as she could manage. He smiled gently and moved towards the end of the bed a little more. He knows, she thought. He knows all about me.

‘Yes. I’m sure you did. He was in a lot of pain. He had a bad night, the blizzards did not help.’ Albus looked over to the other bed at this point and spoke again, ‘I shall go and wake him; he’ll be hungry now, though I doubt he’ll appreciate me interrupting his slumber!’ The old man chuckled as he moved across the room.

Cassandra took the opportunity to take a piece of bread from the tray; a glass of water. How long was it since she had drunk, and eaten? She didn’t know, time seemed to have been standing still since… since then. And yet, at the same time, it seemed to be rushing past her, confusing her and leaving her dizzy.

Looking up, she noticed the figure was sitting up in the bed; Albus was talking gently to him. Cassandra let her gaze wander over the scene. The man was thin, worn looking, but with well-defined muscles. His dirty-blonde hair was tousled, from sleep she thought, but as she watched he ran a hand through it and it stood on end, in messy chunks. He looked over as she stared and he saw her; a panicked looked crossed his face and he yanked a thick brown cloak up around his torso. Cassandra smiled, she had already raised her hood, pulled it down over her face, he wouldn’t see her, couldn’t.

Albus turned, the other man trailing behind him, gathering the cloak around him. Albus sat back on the bed and gestured for the man to sit in the chair. Cassandra raised her bread to her mouth to take another bite as Albus spoke.

‘If you would be so kind, Cassandra, as to lower your hood?’ he asked, politely, but firmly, ‘I do think it’s nice to be able to see your companion’s face… don’t you?’

She didn’t sigh. Didn’t protest. Albus’ gaze was upon her and she complied. She heard a gasp from the chair and rolled her eyes slightly, what else did she expect?

‘Yes, this is Cassandra. Cassandra Kismet, she has arrived, as we expected.’

[glaelia]

chapter two - part two ;)


‘As you expected,’ the man spoke with a soft voice, low, it rumbled in his chest, sounding like a growl. Cassandra frowned. ‘No one else believed…’ he added.

‘Ah, well, I seem to make a point of believing those that others would not,’ Albus commented genially as he finished off a piece of cake. ‘And trusting them…’ he added, looking up at the other man. He turned then, to look at Cassandra, ‘This is Remus,’ he smiled. ‘Remus Lupin.’

Cassandra knew they’d both seen the look pass across her dark eyes. ‘Remus,’ she repeated quietly, thinking of the shouted conversation between Sirius and Mallory the day before.

‘Yes?’ he answered her, the low, rumbling growl still in his voice. She looked at him then, properly for the first time and noticed his eyes, his amber eyes; they were wide and angry.

‘Nothing,’ she murmured, taking another piece of bread and eating it thoughtfully.

‘Good,’ Albus smiled, breaking the uncomfortable silence in which Cassandra and Remus had glared at one another. ‘Now Cassandra, if my assumption is correct, you will having no problems taking over the Divination class tomorrow?’

‘What?’ she almost choked on a mouthful of cake.

‘Well, now you’re here you have to earn your keep Cassandra. And therefore you will become part of the community. Would you not like to become a professor?’

‘I… I don’t understand,’ she gasped, her mouth open, she could see Remus smirking at her, but she ignored him, concentrating on Albus. ‘I didn’t realise this was still a school.’

‘It isn’t,’ laughed Albus. ‘Not truly. But there are a fair number of children here still, and they must learn. Everybody should be able to learn Cassandra. Remus teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts classes – all important in these troubled times as I’m sure you’ll agree – Mallory teaches some of the older children healing, I believe he’s going to select an apprentice next week. There are a number of other teachers, all teaching something, and probably learning more,’ he smiled at this. ‘We lost our Divination teacher at the beginning of the winter.’

‘And Sirius?’ she asked, almost instantly wondering why she had.

‘Sirius doesn’t teach,’ Remus interrupted. ‘He doesn’t have the time.’

‘No. No he doesn’t, there are other things to do within a community Cassandra. Other, very important, things.’

‘Divination?’ she asked, glancing at Albus carefully.

‘Yes. The class are currently studying the orb, having completed cards, dice and tealeaves – my favourite,’ he winked, ‘I am rather partial to a nice cup of tea. Their class is at nine am. It should last an hour, every day. I do hope that won’t be too taxing for you,’ he smiled and Cassandra saw Remus raise an eyebrow.

‘No, but…’ she stammered.
‘But what, my dear?’ Albus prompted as he stopped, a sandwich halfway to his mouth.

‘I… I’m to stay?’ she asked, her voice quavering, unsure of herself.

‘Why, yes of course. After lunch, Remus will show you to your chambers. A tower in the east wing has been prepared for you. Unless, of course, you wish to leave?’ he asked, gazing at her quietly.

Leave? She had spent so long trying to get here. Long, wearisome hours, days, months, years. And yet, did she want to stay?

‘Of course, of course I want to stay,’ she whispered. Albus was frowning at her. ‘Thank you,’ she added as an afterthought. A smile reached the old man’s eyes.

‘No need. Now, I shall see you at dinner!’




‘Here,’ Remus Lupin gestured, ‘this is the quickest way to the tower entrance,’ he continued as he led her through a series of dark corridors and wide halls, all lit with flickering torches in sconces on the walls. She followed him as he moved through a door. They were in a round chamber, a fire blazing in the grate warmed her face and she let her hood fall down. She followed as he guided her up a set of stairs and showed her a bedroom, a bathroom, the main chamber again with its fire and soft seats.

‘Dinner is at seven. I’ll send one of the children to show you,’ he explained as he opened the main door, and then he left, no goodbye. She was alone once more, but this time she was warm - she was safe.




She felt the presence before she heard the voice. Heard a figure move between her and the fire, heard the rustle of robes.

‘Cassandra?’ a soft voice asked – it was close. She could hear somebody kneel down beside her, hear the movement of cloth as they reached a hand out to touch her.

‘NO!’ she shouted, using her arms to push herself backwards. But she had forgotten, forgotten where she had been lying, on one of the soft couches, and she fell; fell to the floor in an undignified heap. Cassandra shook her head, frowning slightly, and then looked up. Sirius. He was standing above her, looking down. She heard him gasp, and smiled. She had left her cloak on the chair; she had no hood, no protection. He could see. Cassandra watched the dark look pass his face; saw what replaced it, a mixture of disgust… and pity? If she had known no better, she would have thought it was fear. But he did not fear her did he. Not the great Sirius. He did not fear a little girl!

‘So,’ he murmured. ‘Cassandra Kismet has come. Remus did not lie, though I’m not sure he understood what he told me,’ he grinned a wide toothy grin and then held his hand out to her. His hand. He was offering to help her up. Cassandra dropped her head, hiding the smirk that suddenly crossed her face. A little girl was she? She would show him, then he would know. She wiped the smirk from her face and looked up, looked him in the eye, and took his hand.


Cassandra’s head seared with white-hot pain; she felt his hand tense, felt him try to pull away. But she did not let him - she tightened her grip. And despite the pain, despite the noise that filled her head, she could hear herself laughing. A clap of thunder. A flurry of birds’ wings. A woman’s face, contracted with fear, with pain. Loud, terrible screams. A child, a girl, with blue-black hair like her father’s, but large blue eyes. Crying, always crying. An explosion. She felt the heat and heard the flames. The bird again, swooping through the air, diving, attacking a face. A face hidden in the folds of a cloak. Another child, a boy, running, always running… then he fell. Screams, more terrible screams rent the air. The bird again. Wind, howling wind and rain. A white light flashed in Cassandra’s eyes and she understood as the images flashed forwards. Forwards in time. Running, laughing, four boys, together. Four animals. Together. Another flash and a ruined house, bright, green light. Pain. Great pain. Tears. A beautiful woman, red hair fanned out beneath her. Rage, terrible rage. An explosion, a great explosion and screams. Laughter, insane laughter. And clawing hands - clawing hands and grey cloaks, no faces. Never any faces. Darkness. A terrible numbing darkness. Cassandra saw these images pass across her sight quickly, one following another. And she heard the screams. Felt the pain, felt the fear. And when she felt she could stand the pain no longer, she felt him wrench his hand away from her. Calm. Peaceful.

Cassandra lay on the floor, her chest heaving with exertion. She smiled to herself, now he would know; now he would see. She was powerful. She was strong. And yet, and yet… it looked terribly like he was smiling. Smiling down at her from where he had fallen on the couch. Cassandra was suddenly very aware of her position on the floor and she pulled herself up quickly, brushing the dust from the mulberry robes that matched her cloak.

‘I came to check on you,’ he was grinning at her as she stalked across the room, glaring at him. She moved in front of the fireplace, and despite herself reached up a hand to hold the mantel. That wobbly feeling in her legs had returned, it was strange. ‘You didn’t turn up for dinner,’ he was continuing. ‘I took the liberty of bringing you some.’

Why was he smiling? Hadn’t he felt it? Hadn’t he seen how powerful she was? How strong? Why wasn’t he scared? Instead he seemed mildly amused.

‘You were asleep,’ he had continued despite her glare. ‘I expect you’re still exhausted. I did warn Albus not to let you leave the hospital wing so quickly, but he seemed insistent that you settle in as quickly as possible. You are very weak.’

Cassandra scowled, and he laughed at her, laughed! Why was this man not afraid? Why did he not run when he saw her?

‘You’d better eat. It will get cold.’ For the first time she noticed the tray of food he had placed on the table, the contents of a bowl were steaming and as the smell reached her, her stomach responded with a growl that made him chuckle again. ‘Yes. I thought you’d be hungry,’ he added as she sat down and picked up a spoon. The stew was hot, warming, nourishing and in no time she was sopping up the gravy with a large piece of bread.

Sirius was smiling at her again; she scowled, narrowing her eyes. ‘Now,’ he said. ‘I doubt our moody friend Remus gave you much of a guided tour, so perhaps I may be of service?’

[glaelia]

and part three...

ack if i wasn't me and i was another mod... i'd trout me...

:rolleyes:



He didn’t wait for her to answer, simply stood and held out his hand, gesturing around the room. ‘This is your main living area, and where you will hold your classes. It’s all right,’ he continued when he saw the look on her face. ‘the class is only small, four or five students. There are very few of us left here. Most of the older students spend all their time studying defence and healing, and the majority of the other children are too young to learn. So you will be perfectly comfortable here. This should be all the books you need,’ he continued, gesturing to a large bookcase that stood opposite the fire. There were many books, all old, though with a cared-for look. ‘And there’s a desk for you to work at,’ he added, moving to stand behind a large table, already covered in parchments, books and quills. He stood, framed by the window, the starlight glittering on his blue-black hair, his voice soft when he spoke again.


‘A new moon,’ I don’t know whether the moon should wax, wane or be new after the full?? Help! he smiled to himself. ‘Would you like to follow me upstairs?’ he asked. Cassandra said nothing, following him with her eyes as he walked over to the open staircase. She hadn’t moved from the chair so far, not trusting her legs to stop their shaking. ‘Come,’ he instructed from halfway up the stairs. She lifted herself up, testing her legs gingerly. They seemed to be working. Calmly she followed him up the stairs. ‘You’ll have found the bathroom and bedroom,’ Sirius was continuing as they walked across a short landing. ‘But this,’ he added as he came to a door and gave it a slight shove with his shoulder. ‘This I doubt you’ll have seen. Remus isn’t over-fond of heights.’

He gave her a small wink, his silver eyes glinting as he opened the door and led her out onto a small staircase, open to the night. It wound around the tower as it ascended, opening onto a roof terrace, surrounded by a waist-high wall. Cassandra gasped despite herself. Even at night, in the moonlit night, the view was incredible. The rest of the castle swept away to the west, turrets and roofs and walls. But to the east, to the east there was nothing but wild snow-clad moor and space, great empty space. She gasped as she looked over the wall.

‘That’s where I found you,’ Sirius murmured as he stood beside her. Not closely, but with no great distance between them. ‘About a mile out. How long were you travelling? There is nowhere near Cassandra. I simply don’t understand. Where did you come from?’ he asked, looking down at her, his face was drawn suddenly, concerned.

‘I… it took a long time,’ was all she managed to whisper. She couldn’t tell him. Not at the moment, not yet. Instead she stared, stared at the vast expanse of white moor, felt the wind ripple her hair. How fortunate that he had found her. How fortunate that she had not been left on that bleak moor in that blizzard. She knew she would have died. Knew she could not have survived that. How ever powerful she was, however strong. She had no power over death. Nobody had power over death, over destiny and the fates…

They were quiet for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts, staring into the distance. And then she thought suddenly, how lucky that he had found her… but how? How had he found her? She had seen no one for days… for weeks. She had seen nothing, not a creature, not a bird, not a beast. How had he found her? Ah, but there had been a beast. She remembered suddenly. Just before she had passed out, there had been a beast. It had run past her through the snow, buffeted by the wind. She remembered it now, a flash of running legs, a hint of silver eyes. And black, a blue-black pelt. Cassandra turned her head slightly. Looking at him, his strong jaw, his silver eyes. That thick blue-black hair, and the black robes. She felt herself move, away from him, involuntarily letting a gasp out.

He turned to look at her quickly, knowingly. Those silver eyes were bright even in the darkness. She understood. Why would he be scared? He was strong himself. Powerful. What would he have to fear from her?

‘Sirius Black,’ she whispered quietly. ‘An appropriate name don’t you think.’

‘Yes,’ Sirius smiled, ‘my mother’s idea. Quite intelligent. Many thought she possessed foresight. Personally I expect my later decisions in the studies of transfiguration were more affected by my name than my name by my studies…’ he smiled down at her again.

‘Sirius, the brightest star of Canus Major, the dog star,’ she was murmuring to herself. ‘And Black, black as the night, as the fur on that beast, that dog. A dog. That’s what you were, what you are, what I saw.’

He nodded quietly at her. ‘Surely you agree Cassandra. Fate plays a part in choosing our names for us, in deciding the paths we choose to take. Surely you of all agree?’

[Colli]

Great! I can't help you with the moon problem, sorry. :D And I don't think double-posting rules apply in fan fiction...

I have a question for you though about your writing style. I know you use some sentence fragments on purpose, like in the paragraph where she touches Sirius. But do you mean to use them in other parts of the story?

For example, here:

Returned to his own bed, pulled the curtains around him and slept (and later..)

‘That’s where I found you,’ Sirius murmured as he stood beside her. Not closely, but with no great distance between them.

I don't know how picky you want to be about grammar, but that would be incorrect in a term paper. However, this is fan fiction. :D Just let me know what sort of grammar things you want us to look for.

In the first part of chapter 2:
Cassandra took the opportunity to take a piece of bread from the tray; a glass of water. How long was it since she had drunk, and eaten?
Incorrect semicolon usage. :D Perhaps "along with" or "and" would be better. In the second sentence, the comma is unneccessary... that subordinate clause only has one subject to its two verbs. Therefore "since she had drunk and eaten" would be correct. :)

‘Yes, this is Cassandra. Cassandra Kismet, she has arrived, as we expected.’
Just another picky little thing, but if you put a period after "Kismet" I think that sentence would flow a little better. It almost sounds like Dumbledore (I think.. I can't remember who was saying it) is addressing Cassandra directly.


I'll check the other two posts later... too much grammar makes my head hurt. :D

[Elfëa]

Oh... glae doesn't want to correct the punctuation... ;)

I tried... :o :trout: ;)

and glae - moon wanes. (waning means decreasing :))
Sorry, had to go to safeways and took a bath so I didn't get the chapter back at you.

You want me to pick all the grammar here? ;)

[Colli]

:D N/p on the punctuation. I'll just ignore blatant errors from now on. ;)

Something I just picked up on. You said that Cassandra recognized the name "Remus" from the argument Sirius and Mallory had the day before.. but in the part of the argument she was awake to hear, they referred to a "Moony"... but never a "Remus".

[Elfëa]

On that bothers me is Sirius' character... also Remus...

But I'll :trout: you on MSN rather... I like commenting back ;)

[Ravenclaw]

OK, nitpicking time.

This line bugs me:

But she had forgotten, forgotten where she had been lying, on one of the soft couches, and she fell; fell to the floor in an undignified heap.

OK, you use the same technique but different grammar in the same sentance. Just a tad confusing.

‘I thought. I thought I heard noises this morning,’

^^-- Expecting that's a typo :D

I had other comments on things like that, but as I read through it i forgot. :o

BUT, i know I liked certain little details you added... Remus pulling the cloak around himself, Cassandra falling off the bed, Dumbledore pausing from biting his sandwitch... That added reality to the telling. It's details like that that make the story believable and realistic. Nice job.

[Elfëa]

Rav - you want lj? ;)

glae - I think you can get a code now, can you? It's been a week, has it? :D

[lithorose]

Wow. lith :trout: herself for her inattentive reading. I missed all of those grammar things. Guess I got wrapped up in the story! :o

‘I thought. I thought I heard noises this morning,’
-It may sound better like this: "I thought...I thought I heard noises this morning."

About the moon: a new moon's basically the opposite of a full moon.

How old is Cassandra? I'm not sure if I'm picturing a teenager or a twenty-something year-old. Sirius calls her a 'little girl' but then Dumbledore wants her to teach, and it seems like Sirius is going to fall in love with her.

Remus seems too dark somehow. And Cassandra is very antagonistic to him, but without any reason. And he to her.

Cassandra Kismet means 'destiny seer', but what exactly does that mean? Wouldn't she see Sirius's future instead of his past? And is she seeing his past?

A child, a girl, with blue-black hair like her father’s, but large blue eyes. Crying, always crying. An explosion. She felt the heat and heard the flames. The bird again, swooping through the air, diving, attacking a face. A face hidden in the folds of a cloak. Another child, a boy, running, always running… then he fell. Screams, more terrible screams rent the air. The bird again. Wind, howling wind and rain. A white light flashed in Cassandra’s eyes and she understood as the images flashed forwards. Forwards in time. Running, laughing, four boys, together. Is she moving forward in time or jumping back and forth? Is the kid his or is it something from before he was at Hogwarts?

[Elfëa]

feels unworthy for not picking on those things.

But, I still haven't got glae online on MSN... :p (I was going to say my word on Sirius/Remus... but I can't bother typing it all out here, cause I want to tease glae :p I'm on mean mood. Besides, she's evil).

Gah. I'm going to open the chapter in Word and start nitpicking anyway... ;)

[StarGazr]

I edited to get you italics in right... no one else seemed to pick up on it... not even my trusty partner in modding Lithorose... you need to be trouted
I think this is a good story, but I to am curious as to how old Cassandra is. I was under the impression in the beginning that she was no more than a child, but when you had Dumbledore ask her to teach, and Sirius call her a child... are they so desperate for professors that they need a child to teach Divination? Sorry... the sarcastic brat in me is coming out to play...:mad:
Other than the grammer mistakes that have already been pointed out, I think you have something solid to work with... now all we gotta do is get you a title! But sometimes, the title doesn't come to me until the end of the story! Good luck

[glaelia]

bwahahaha, thank you for your comments.


cassandras age... in her twenties, as far as sirius is concerned, that is a child... he's in his forties by now... in dumbledore's thought? he knows who she is doesn't he... he alone knows the prophecy and he alone understands her power and strength, as a woman...


yes, that's how i write, bad punctuation, bad grammer. i write what i'm thinking and therefore it doesn't always look good, but when read i think it sounds good and it moves the story along....


.... noted about the remus/moony thing with cassandra remembering... this was orginally written as a piece of original fiction... moony/remus were a different character with only one name and therefore i got a bit muddled when i altered this to become a hpfanfic..


so he could say 'the moon wanes' the night after a full moon? if so, good, thats what i wanted him to say originally....


as for whether cassandra Sees past, future or present, or all and everything in between... you'll have to wait... you'll be glad to know, chapter 3 sorts that out.... ;) :devil:


stargazr - lol sarcasm queen! in sirius' eyes she is a child... and in dumbledores' she is a powerful adult woman.... he knows who she is remember.... and though sirius has an inkling, he doesn't know about the prophecy.... ;)


remus is dark for a reason, remember this is set after harry's school time... voldemort has not been defeated... there are death eaters everywhere.... and remus is a dark creature... he should be feared by all... and he isn't, because dumbledore trusts him, but that doesn't mean anyone else has to..... ;)


lithorose - you'll have to wait to understand what she Sees from Sirius, she doesn't understand all the pieces yet, she's shown things but doesn't necessarily understand them... ;)


and ahem, a hint, how can you fall in love with someone when you can't touch them? cassandra can't touch sirius without Seeing him... they both feel pain when they touch... cassandra can't touch people without Seeing them.. hence the reason she's afraid to be touched, by anyone, including Dumbledore.... however, that doesn't mean Sirius can't fall for her does it? ;) just that it's highly unlikely she'll fall for him.....


i really think i should post chapter 3... but it isn't quite finished, it really does explain much more... oh and if anyone ever wants to read my original fiction that transpired into this fanfic, just ask, i'm going to post it on my website over the next week or so....


also, grammatically, i don't mind if you're really nitpicky or not... just don't get upset and trout me if i don't heed your advice ;) *elfea* remember i have a writing style i'm comfortable with, however, things that seem out of character even for me, or read really really badly, please tell me..... :D

the main reason i'm posting this is to glean information on your opinions of the story and whether or not the style is readable. i want to know whether you like it or not more than if i put a ; in the right place.... :trout: s elfea.... though you can tell me that too, if you like.... :rolleyes:


hugs and kisses

glae

xxx

[Ravenclaw]

Originally posted by Elfëa
Rav - you want lj? ;)

Yes. :( But unfortunately I don't have money or friends... Well at least not ones with Live Journals.

[Colli]

Sheesh Raven, just ask! There are tons of people here who have LJ codes they can give you! :)

Glae, that post of yours explains a lot. I just was trying to figure out if you wanted to write in your style regardless of grammar or not. Now that I know what to leave alone (i.e. semicolons ;)) I'll be able to check it a lot easier. :D

Continue!

[Elfëa]

Rav - I'd give code, but I have no code to give... you could try begging glae, if she hasn't yet given her code away... ;)

[Colli]

I think BridgetChubb has extra codes to give... I'll email her if you like.

[StarGazr]

Originally posted by glaelia
stargazr - lol sarcasm queen!

you're darned right... and I'm proud of my status! :rolleyes:

[glaelia]

panic over... panic over... i'm really not that evil!! i pmed poor ravenclaw with the code i have straight away, she's got it already!

:p see i'm nice really!!


;)


erm, i should be writing an essay on flight in birds... haven't started yet... promised myself if i finish it tonight i'll also try and finish chp3....


*fingers crossed*

[lithorose]

and ahem, a hint, how can you fall in love with someone when you can't touch them?Haven't you ever watched the X-men? Don't you know that Rogue and Gambit have this serious thing for each other but can't do anything about it? For shame!:D

note to self: don't bother with Glae's grammar. Good, because it takes a long time to type up the mistakes:D You should see mine when I write. Spelling and grammar gone wrong everywhere, and I'm a pretty good speller! I just get involved in what I'm doing and don't bother. But, if we decide to put it in the future front section, we'll have to correct some of it.

Waiting for ch. 3. Don't rush it too much though!

[glaelia]

lol, actually i've never watched x-men... well i've watched the first movie once... but i don't remember that... i never watched the cartoon series...


but you'll think i've pulled this from there now... sirius does have a 'thing' for cassandra, but no, it isn't recipricated... so they'll be no cassandra/sirius pairing!! :devil: bwahahahaha!!

[Elfëa]

I knew that already :p

And am expecting to get chapter 3!!! I WANT IT, NOW! :mad:

[glaelia]

my chapter 3 or your chapter 3??? ;)


you'll get neither till tomorrow... i'm fed up sitting at the comp *gasp* did i just say that out loud??? ;)


so i'm going to bed now and i'm going to finish my chapter 3... as much as i can by hand, then type it up tomo....


nite nite all


lol, presuming you're jewelrain on lj ravenclaw ?? ;)


:hug:

[Elfëa]

Both. :trout:

And you posted that today, so is it today!tomorrow or tomorrow!tomorrow? :confused:

I pressume jewelrain is Rav :p

[glaelia]

well i posted it before i went to bed so in theory that was yesterday, even though it was actually today... i haven't finished my essay yet today that i meant to finish yesterday and that's due in tomorrow. so you may or may not get chapter 3 today, or perhaps tomorrow if i stay up after midnight... and you may get it tomorrow after all if i can't be arsed to post again today...


got that??


;)

[Elfëa]

got it. :p

*camps in the comp room for the night anyway*

that's why you were of MSN after logging in? ;)

[Colli]

:) If anyone else wants a livejournal, let me know. I have another code. :D

[Colli]

:D You know, glae, I was really enjoying this story.... ;) :hug:

[lithorose]

(Me too.);)

[glaelia]

lol really?? cool! ...k, i'll sort the third chapter out on tuesday when i'm at work... busy weekend i'm afraid!