᠆᠆᠆᠆ ❛ MAYBE I wish to remain lost. Puzzled to the point where I'm running through the frayed forest floor with no hopes of getting out. I wish to be encased in my own thoughts and drown, only listening to the slowing pace of my heart and the vein...
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( THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS )
Halloween had somehow been Mariella's favourite holiday. As cliché as it may sound, the thrill of drowning people in fear seemed by far one of the most appealing thing about the holiday. She had remembered scaring the marauders by enchanting their drinks and food with a spell that would make their mind display a set of visions - each one giving them a kick of their own feelings for as long as the food and drink had remained inside their systems. The only people she had remembered not giving the enchantment to had been Miaomoryi. Because as much as her voice had annoyed her or her ability to remain bubbly almost all the time around her, she knew her conscious would make sure guilt would roam until she did something about it.
Yes, so the act of evil seemed to be driven to a higher meaning than what others had broken it down to. That was until the winter had drawn close. She had always hated the crisp air that would somehow cause nothing more than a cold to stay within her for the next few days. In fact, she had recalled explicitly that one of the girls, who had decided to come and talk to her about the Halloween event that was to take place in a few days, had taken it upon herself to cough remnants of her old sickness into the space, only allowing her to inhale it through the night.
Up to that point in time, she was still coughing up the mucus her body had produced as a mean of defence.
So although Halloween had been the night that she had always looked forward to, winter and the idea of Christmas in the Tempest Isle was something that didn't sound as appealing as it seemed. For instance, having Miaomoryi constantly make the attempt of apparition into her dorm room, just to remind her of the promise she had made in the terms of becoming more open to conversation with others. Once again, that idea did not seem appealing as it was made out to be.
Halloween that year had also been the date they had decided upon the idea of throwing a Halloween Bash in the celebration of "getting this far without dying" as James had preferred to word it as. And of course, in her opinion, she had thought that throwing a party for that sake was just as pathetic as his well-being. So as expected, a few Slytherins had objected against the idea of the party being thrown in the Gryffindor common room and for an unknown reason, they had chosen Mariella for the spokesperson of their opinion.
Which was also one of the main reasons why she had sat down beside Miaomoryi ( whose eyebrows shot off her face ) and none other than James Potter and Sirius Black. Although the bespectacled boy had managed to hide it quite well, the boy with a mop of black hair upon his own head had given her an icy glare, one of which she returned with just as much hatred he had portrayed not so long ago.
"I appreciate that my feelings for you have been reciprocated Sirius but I came here to talk to Potter. Definitely not you." Her words only triggered the snarky remark that he was tempted to speak about so freely, however, the hand that had been laid upon his shoulder by Remus had silenced him to a minimum utter. One of which Mariella had thanked him for. "Now James. For some bizard reason, you're holding the Halloween Party in the Gryffindor common room - "
