NEVER BE THE SAME?! open.

[heyzyyy]

TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF HE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •
& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST

" don't worry zy will deal with it, zy will make everything okay, zy will do this zy will do fucking that! how about zy does everything?! " the blonde muttered as she stalked through the halls, early morning light just beginning to seep through the windows of the castle. she had been up for hours already, having received a package from her father at about five, the contents something she wished she hadn't seen. but then again, almost everything she received from her father was something she didn't want, so it wasn't out of the ordinary.

her father had sent her summons, informing her that, since she was the only heir her mother could provide, he had no choice but to treat her like he would treat his first born son. and that meant training. rigorous training. the kid of training that included the mens atrox and the cruciatus, rape and torture, blackmail, bribery and manipulation. not that she wasn't overly competent at the last three, but she was never one for torture, not the kind of torture that could be seen. the letter had also told her that she must retrieve a critical item from the room of hidden things, something her father had been searching for for years, something that would make him great, and rid the suspicious gaze that the ministry had kept hovering over them since the end of the war. zy knew all about that war, her father figured that, if nothing, the stories would harden his little girl into something he could use, a weapon maybe. well, she refused. if she was going to hurt someone, it would be her own decision, unlike her father. really, following a madman. what was the point?

a horrible illness had come to reside over the castle, something zy found she was immune to. many of the slytherin group were in the same shoes as her, gloating and snickering when someone ws spotted in the halls, slumped in defeat, sweating and shaking and miserable. she knew something was up, it was obvious. anyone affected with the illness couldn't perform magic, she had seen that pathetic jersey kid attempt it a few days ago, and spotted a few hufflepuffs crying over it in the general common room. it was completely, utterly pathetic. and amusing.

she swept through the doors of the great hall, the double door making a resounding bang as, with a swish of her wand, she spelled them open dramatically, and headed down the middle of the hall, toward the end of the tables. zy ignored the eyes on her figure, her heels clicking as she veered right towards the slytherin table, and taking a seat directly in the centre, setting her bag down beside her and picking up a red apple. sinking her teeth into the fruit, she chewed thoughtfully for a moment, before swallowing and turning to her right to speak. " am i the only one who thinks that there's something fishy about this illness. reminds me of adficio veneficus " she smirked. that particular spell was a nasty one, something her father had taught her at a young age. it drained someone's magic over a period of 24 hours, slowly and painfully. the illness reminded her of that, only more prolonged. a frown crossed her features, and she hurriedly rid it, frown lines not being attractive in the slightest.

words 579
tagged open to slytherin purebloods....
notes rather rubbish. sorry.
outfit heremann
template PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION

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[remy]

Remy stretched as she got out of her bed in the Room of Requirement. The plush king-size was her own choice, but as she looked around there were several of them, plus ones of other sizes. This was the new common room for everyone not infected by the virus. Mainly Slytherins, but there were a few Ravenclaws and a couple of rather battered looking Gryffindors catching wary sleep, with one of their eyes open metaphorically. It was a bizarre circumstance, she supposed, to everyone on the outside. Purebloods (and herself) were fine, and everyone else was suffering. Rather beautiful, she thought. Though, saying that, she had to be careful. Remy and Scorpius had made sure that the potion wouldn't affect her, being half veela, but she was still going to be careful. She trusted Scorpius above most of her other acquaintances, but you never know, trusting can be a grave error; she'd realised that in Diz and Aiden.

Her bare toes reached the floor as she stretched, and standing up Remy had a clear view of the room. It was only about seven thirty, and as classes were cancelled due to many of the teachers coming down with the illness, no one else in the room seemed to be moving. Many were still sleeping, and many snuffled and mumbled. Remy smirked, it was peaceful, and she was in control. However, she was not in a typically schadenfreude mood today, and so she would leave them be. Tugging on a pair of her trousers that were hanging out of her trunk and shoving a t-shirt on she brushed her dark hair and the knots in it untangled. Rubbing her eyes she stumbled and found a pair of shoes, high heels as always, and picked them up until she reached the portrait style door and stepped out. No point in making a noise and disturbing her purebloods-in-arms. Once out she put on the shoes, and shook out her hair. Here she was, unmade up, unwashed, but still looking wonderful. Such was Remy every other day, especially when school was in session. She didn't really see the point in putting a huge effort into her appearance most days, it was pointless, and she had the veela looks anyway, admittedly with irritatingly dark brown hair. At Beauxbatons, when she went for the summer, she was always made fun of for that- she didn't know any other Veela with hair that wasn't a platinum blonde shade.

The corridors were chill at this time of the morning, but they were chilly all the time now that the caretaker had been infected (and apparently had died). Poor Squib, he hadn't known what had hit him. Remy wandered lazily down the four floors, catching sight of a few of the diseased in the corridors. They huddled in blankets, made irritating coughing, choking and sniffing noises, as if they would help them. They were the ones that had given up attempting magic, for they knew it was too painful to even try. Remy attempted to look sorry, and figured that she succeeded, until she walked quickly towards the Great Hall, towards the smell of fresh pumpkin juice, scrambled eggs and wholemeal toast. The Hall was pretty much deserted, apart from the teachers sitting up, sniffling and not paying attention. Needless to say that Remy sat very far away from them, at the end of the Slytherin table, and collected some toast and egg, along with some juice and started making her breakfast. Although she detested magical creatures, she had to admit that the house elves could cook damn good breakfasts.

Halfway through her toast now laiden with butter and smooshed scrambled egg a bell like voice ripped through Remy's thoughts. Zy, one of her partners in crime and one of her closest friends. The gorgeous blonde hadn't been noticed by Remy when she sat down, but her comment about the virus was spot on. That was what they'd based it on. "Je suppose, mais c'est plus interessant"

[/color] Remy commented, looking up and continuing with her breakfast. She smiled, then frowned slightly at her friend. "You okay hun? You look like something's up.."[/color] she asked, returning to English and frowning at her friend's expression. She looked like a ghost had passed through her. And speaking of ghosts, Remy hadn't seen any of them around either..[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

TAGS Kennie!
WORDS je ne sais pas
OUTFIT ici
MUSIC cobra starship- nice guys finish last
NOTES sorry it's crap and took so long!