"I write her a letter
just a few short lines,
and suffer death
a thousand times."
Asteria O'Connor, sole heir of a prestigious wizarding family,
has other plans when the self-proclaimed Marauders decide to
torment her and her housemates.
It's abo...
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"Please don't eat that," Christopher groans as he watches his blond friend pull out a four day old egg and mayonnaise sandwich. He's only just discovered in wrapped in clingfilm squashed between his Muggle Studies and Transfiguration textbooks. His eyes glint with excitement. "Mate, I'm not taking you to Pomfrey when you projectile vom."
"Vom?" Severus questions, disgusted.
"My mouth doesn't want to be open for too long incase the stench makes it's way over here so I'm shortening words now. Apologies, my brain is so confounded that our good friend Tony here is actually considering eating that thing."
"Waste not want not," Anthony chirps, beginning to unravel the plastic.
I have to step in. "Angela will never kiss you again, let alone stand within twenty meters of you if you consume that poison you call a sandwich. Please don't."
That's seems to halt his actions and he carefully places the food back in his bag.
We all sit around on a group of stony benches near the Gameskeeper's hut at the back of the tremendous castle. Cyrus has his eyes closed, his head lying in my lap as I play with the threads on his umiform. Christopher had been reading before catching sight of Anthony trying to poison himself. Severus and I play an unfair match of Gobstones. I'm unbalanced since I have to keep twisting my body whenever I want to have a go, due to the six foot something Beater laying on my legs.
There hasn't been sun for a while now but I don't mind so much. The days have begun to shrink. I don't mind the lack of light so much since I don't have a functioning sleep cycle any more. What I do miss the daylight for is feeling less alone. Not in the sad lonely way, but when walking down hallways to go to the Kitchen and it's only lit by flickering torches on the walls, I get the eerie feeling that someone is following me, or that a person could jump out from behind any corner.
My memory returns less often now, I suppose because there's less to remember. This means it hits me suddenly and unexpectedly. In the first few weeks I could almost expect them if I retraced the castle in my head. I would see a vision of what once came. Now however, time is further apart between them, making them starker and almost worse. It's always the same old story. You'd think they would've gotten bored of almost the same thing every time. Apparently not. In every memory, I am just as scared as the time before because, of course, Obliviate made me forget that there had even been a previous encounter.
"Well then does anyone else have food?" Anthony complains. "Since none of you will let me eat my aged sandwich."
"Aged?" chuckles Cyrus, the vibrations travelling through my legs. "Mate, that thing looks older than Dumbledore. It's practically a relic."
