Chapter 3: Halloween Gets Fired

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Halloween, one of the many holidays Adelaide was not able to have fun at. It's not that she didn't have fun, more of she couldn't. Her mother never let her celebrate any of the holidays saying that they, weren't pure enough or you're a strong witch you don't need any of these false celebrations. Last year she received a letter from her mother reminding her of that fact, and this year was no different.

One week before Halloween an owl flew into the dining hall and dropped a letter on her plate. The front of the envelope read, To Adelaide Fions, in big golden letters. The back was sealed with her, all to familiar, family crest. The crest was two snakes with wings facing each other and a lion laid on the ground, dead, between them. It was a very fitting image for her family. She quickly opened the letter and began to read,

Dear Adelaide,

It has come to my attention that the impure holidays are approaching. I'm writing to you to remind not to take part in these silly celebrations. You are of noble blood after all and your time should be spent practicing your magic. If by any chance you get caught up in one of these and are unsure as to how to remove yourself from that predicament, I believe Petrificus Totalus should do the trick.

Sincerely, Emera Fions.

Adelaide didn't know what to think. Did her mother seriously think she was going to petrify her classmates? Adelaide sighed, she climbed out of her seat, and left the great hall.

Today was the night of halloween and Adelaide was walking around aimlessly through each of the hallways. People were running upstairs, and from one room to the next, half dressed in their costumes. Last year she was fine with not taking part, but this year she couldn't help, but feel empty, like she was missing out on something important, but she didn't know how she was supposed to be part when her mother would never allow it. Many people would tell her to take part anyway, but no one at Hogwarts truly knew her mother or what she would do to Adelaide if she was caught.

Awful memories appeared in her mind and a chill ran through Adelaide's spine. She headed to her dormitory and laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She felt, something she'd never felt before...she felt lonely. She was used to being alone at Hogwarts, so why did she feel lonely now?

She rolled onto her side and an image of Luke appeared in her head. Why am I thinking of him at a time like this?, she thought. It's not like he'd be able to do anything, and besides we're not even friends. Do I really believe he ever would want to be friends with a girl like me?.

She silently laughed, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep

Adelaide's eyes shot open. Her was vision blurry. She squeezed her hands and tried to move her arms only to find them tied behind her back. Not only her hands were tied but her legs as well. They were tied by a basic rope and knot, and she knew a simple spell could break the rope, there was only one problem though, her wand was missing. She was slowly able to push herself into a sitting position.

Her vision cleared and she found herself in what looked like a closet with a few supplies. There were no windows and only one door leading out that was most likely locked. There was a shelf that had an empty bucket, a few paint brushes and on the very top there was a knife. She knew she couldn't reach it but whoever had done this probably wanted them to struggle trying to. There was also one cupboard across the room that would take a little bit to get to while tied up.

In front of her was another girl. She was dressed like Rowena Ravenclaw, with an obviously handmade helm. The girl slowly woke up and her eyes met with Adelaide's. This girl had long, thick, dark brown hair, stormy grey eyes, and pale skin. She looked a few inches taller than Adelaide, and she definitely cared about looking good since her makeup didn't have a single flaw. Her dress had short sleeves, and a long skirt. The dress was dark blue with white beads sewn in wavy patterns.

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