Secrets

#7

Its so dark. Why is my forehead wet? I'm inside. I hear distant screaming, voices, crying. I wonder what they're for...

Marlene POV
3am moonlight is the most peaceful light. My legs hang out the window, swinging in the crisp November wind. The air has an ominous feeling to it, almost as if it's holding its breath for something disastrous. I hear a soft voice, "You feel it too?"

Dorcas is staring at me from her bed, a concerned look on her face. I pat the space beside me on the window sill, and she pads over to sit next to me. "I wish I knew why it feels like this."

I nod. Dorcas' pensive face looks prettier than ever in the moonlight. Her eyes look sad, and I wish I could make her feel better. She smiles at me, as if she could read my mind. I feel her head on my shoulder, and its my turn to smile. The night doesn't seem quite so bad after all.

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"That is a face you'd see in nightmares," Sara laughs. She points to the book were looking over for History of Magic. Theres an old wizards face drawn very detailed on one of the pages.

Sara Reinhart is a muggleborn 2nd year, who I'm tutoring in a few classes, including History of Magic. She's a Hufflepuff, which describes her personality perfectly. She could be the house mascot if she wanted to be, she has all the right traits. She's Filipino, and moved to England when she was 7. Her dark hair is loose around her shoulders, her hands rubbing together to warm them up. She realizes I'm not as amused as she hopes, and focuses again on what I'm trying to teach her.

A couple minutes later Peter and Sirius walk in together, laughing about something. Sirius spots me and starts walking over to Sara and I. Sara is scared of the school heros/torturers, and she squeaks as Peter sits down next to her. She quickly gathers her books and runs away, not bothering to bid me farewell.

Sirius laughs, "What's wrong with her?"

"Sara is terrified of you. She's second year, and the marauders are very well known." At Peter's confused face, I add, "You lot aren't very observant, apparently."

"Clearly not," Peter responds, before looking at what I doodled on my parchment.

"What are you doing in a place like the library anyway? You're gonna ruin you're reputation."

"I know," he sighs. "Eli said there was no way I go to the library. Of course I have to prove her wrong."

I roll my eyes. "Of course," I say, sardonically.

Sirius leaves shortly after, and I follow, leaving Peter behind. We run down to our evening quidditch practice, having realized were 10 minutes late, which James won't be happy about.

"Marlene! Sirius!" Em flies over to us, and yells down, "James will kill you! I'd hurry and change!"

We exchange looks, and Sirius and I speed up our run to the sprint to the changing room. "She's right," he yells. "We'd be lucky to be alive after practice is over!"

~
Eliana, Emmeline, and I walk slowly through the halls, taking Em's 'scenic route'. There's quite talk, but we're mostly taking in the night. It's the same feeling Dorcas and I shared earlier, like there's something ominous or wrong in the air. I feel like something bad is going to happen, and soon.

My suspicions were confirmed a few moments later. A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air. The three of us broke into a sprint, Eli leading us, being the best runner. "What was that?" Eli's breath isn't even stressed by the running, while I struggle choking out an answer.

"Probably-," Em pants, "muggleborn attack."

"What? Muggleborns get attacked?"

We slow down as we approach a crowd of gathering students. "Yeah. The purebloods, because of the war."