Adoring Her, the Moon

Monachopsis

Monachopsis

(N. mone-ah-cope-sis) - the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

September 5th, 2002

"What?" Does this guy think I'm an idiot? "I'm not stupid. Witches don't exist, I'm not twelve."

"Then how do you explain the apparition and your hands being tied behind your back?"

"Just- just coincidence," I state with some hesitation. What if magic is real? "It's impossible, all of it. I'm just hallucinating. You drugged me!"

"Sure." He laughs, "You're going to stay here, with me. I'm going to teach you magic. We'll leave tomorrow to get you a wand."

"What? You're kidnapping me? That's insane, you can't do that. Where's the phone? I'm calling the police." I begin to look around.

"I don't have a phone, and there is no police," he's still sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees. Watching me walk around like he's not even worried I could get out. Fucker. I keep looking for anything I can use. I wander into the hallway and into the bathroom. Nothing.

"Where the hell do you keep all your stuff!"

"Nowhere you'll ever find it." Suddenly he's right behind me, leaning against the wall. I jump and turn around, my stupid arms going up to protect my face. His laugh sends shockwaves of hatred into my brain.

"That wasn't funny." I huff, lowering my arms and scowling.

"Whatever you say, blondie." he starts walking towards a door, "You're staying in here. I'll get the house elves to bring me extra bedding. Where do I send them to get your things?"

"You mean where my house is? I'm not telling you that, and I'm definitely not staying here."

"Then you can stay in your underwear for all eternity then, your choice." This asshole, why does he think he has the right. God and that smirk. I march straight up to him and slap him across the face, but he's ready for it. He grabs my wrist and uses it to guide me into the room. He slams the door and I hear the lock click shut. What kind of psychopath has the lock on the outside of the door?

I walk around the room. It's boring, with an empty bed in the middle and an empty desk on the side. There were a few shelves above the desk with nothing on them. The walls were white and the carpet dark grey. I'm sure it's soft, but I refuse to take off my shoes. I'm getting out of here. But like the rest of the-, I don't know, apartment? Sure, like the rest of the apartment there are no windows. This means either A) we're in a dungeon, or B) this guy just really hates the sun. I wander into the bathroom, which is just as boring. It's a small space with a dark marble sink and shower and a plain white toilet. Still nothing. I run my hands over the sink and look up. Oh, thank god. An air vent.

I use my nail to undo the screws. I break three but eventually get the screen off. It's smaller than I would have hoped, but so am I. Why is there so much dust in here? I crawl through it, trying to make as little noise as possible. But that's fairly difficult when you're not batman. I pass over the top of the living room. Zabini is sitting on the couch, head in his hands. I think I hung around just a second too long and he looked up. I quickly duck behind the opening and I hear his laugh.

"Did you seriously climb in the air vent? You're definitely a-" he stops himself, I'm definitely what asshole? Before I can think any further he pulls out his wooden stick again, and suddenly I'm falling to the ground. I hit the ground hard, luckily, the floors are now pillows.