Catching Water (Discontinued, rewrite in progress)

I Respectfully Decline

Christopher’s POV

The new student, I solemnly admit, didn’t look like she was a subject of England. Whilst other feminine subjects housed in the castle wore their hair in intricate up-do’s, Bethany always wore hers around her shoulders.

            Then again, we are students at a wizarding school. All kinds of people come here.

            “Are you a transfer student from Beaubatons?” Eileen, the girl I will give my heart to if she asked, asks.

            “Bow-what?” Bethany asks. We explain to her of the two wizarding schools that come during the triwizard tournament, which only leads to more confusion. Afterwards, I catch a few phrases of what she mutters to herself. “So different... no idea what I’m doing... Stupid titan... Have to find a way back...”

            I had no idea what she meant by titan, and why she would want a way ‘back’ to wherever, but it must have been important.

            By far, the strangest thing about Bethany was her accent.

            “Pardon my asking, but where are you from?” I asked her.

            She just looked at me solemnly. “A very long way from here.” That was all she’d reveal, and I was left to ponder what she meant.

Bethany’s POV

Running. The Forest was perfect for it. I feel the wind blow through my mane, my hooves thudding beneath me. Every once and a while, I’d catch a glimpse of my midnight black refection between the trees, distorted by the silvery waters. I ran until I couldn’t run any more, then transformed. I press my back up to a tree, hugging my knees. I can hear the founders calling my name by now, but I ignore it.

Why couldn’t I be normal. At least, either a normal demigod or witch. But no the fates had to make me a demigod AND  a witch. To make matters worse, I now was back in a time where I had no idea what I was doing.

“You need to go back.” My conscience tells me. I should explain.

Ever since I defeated the Orthus, I’ve been hearing this voice in my head. So great. Now I’m going insane.

“You must go back, Bethany. Remember, you’re here to protect Christopher Lopez.”

I groan. I’m supposed to protect Christopher, but I don’t even know what I’m protecting him from.

“Bethany! Miss Rose!” Helga Hufflepuff’s voice is close now. I might as well reveal myself.

“Yeah?” I ask weakly, my voice shaking. Helga runs to my clearing, her canary yellow robes contrasting with the forest.

“Get back up to the castle!” she scolds. I flinch, and am reminded of Miss Jones for a brief moment.

“No, you can’t play with the doll, you stupid idiot!” Miss Jones screeches. “That is for Jenny! You’re supposed to be cooking with the housekeeper!”

Jenny smirks at me, as I leave the doll on the floor, walking down to the kitchen with hunched shoulders.

The other founders come rushing into the clearing, and the image fades.

I’m not with Miss Jones, I tell myself.

Gryffindor comes forward. “Are you alright, Bethany?”