Before I begin: thank you to everyone, we are getting so close to the end of the first book. When we finish it, I think I may compile all the chapters into one BIG post, along with some exclusive additions! Maybe a quiz about which character you are! ;D Anyway, THANK YOU! Only a few more chapters to go, we may do 28 at most but I think, depending, we may do 24/26? Depends. Anyway, stick with us til the end!
Blood is an odd color, almost black but not quite, in it's least common form.
It comes from the oddest places, and sometimes those different places warrant different colors of the blood. Maybe black, or very light red if the cut is light. If you press too hard, or you cut yourself accidently, and it's deep, the blood comes together in a stream.
I've seen too much blood. It's all in my dreams. Everyone dies in my dreams.
Because I'm the center of it all, covered with it. With blood. But not because it was at my hand they died, but because I live, they died.
I would do anything to save them.
And that's why I'm here, I guess. That's my "why".
To save others from myself.
"Hey!" I shouted, slipping on concrete. Tom had scooped up some snow off the sidewalk and hurled it at me, and it hit me straight in the face. It was cold, but it was exhilarating. I grinned, and began molding my own snowball. My aim went off, and it hit a passing lady who was trying to sneak past us into The Main Pub, which, surprise, was the main pub in the town.
"Watch where you're throwing that snow, young lady!" said the woman, "Or I'll jinx you!"
"Sorry, Ms!" I said hastily. Tom was grinning a little, like he was glad I was caught. "Hey, where's Lucas?" I said, and his smile slid off his face, like I knew it would.
"Over there," he said, pointing.
I followed his finger with my eyes. I spotted Lucas and started slowly towards him, he was hanging out near the pub window, listening to the music bursting from the place. I kept a distance and said,
"You okay Lucas?" I asked, a little loudly so I could be heard. He flinched, like my words had been too sharp against his sensitive ears.
"Y-yeah, I- I am," he said.
"Okay! We'll tell you when we move on," I said.
For the rest of the day, we went around, exploring and talking to people. We didn't run into much of a problem until that evening. We were sitting in the restaurant, The Butterbeer Centrale, at a small booth, with drinks all around. Butterbeer, basically, but I had also gotten some milk with my order.
"I guess you need milk cuz of the cat thing?" said Tom, seemingly uninterested.
"Actually, no, cats are lactose intolerant. I just like milk, I guess," I said, pushing Lucas's Butterbeer closer to him once his refill had been placed on the table by the bustling waiter.
"Then what do you drink when you're a cat?" Lucas asked, sipping his drink. He was sitting on my side of the booth: Tom sat on the opposite side.
"Water," I said, grinning. "But I usually eat before I transform, but I have to make sure the food is cat-friendly, or my feline digestive system won't take it." I turned to look behind. "Whose that?" I asked.
"Huh?" said Tom, craning his neck to look.
Someone with white hair was inching towards us. My heart sank for a moment. I knew who this was. I'd heard about him, he was a common subject in my house.
Draco Malfoy.
He stood in front of our booth, so we could see him. He looked almost exactly like Tom and Lucas, and I saw Tom's eyes lightened just a bit. Draco glanced at his children, but didn't stop moving, muttering something that sounded like, 'Happy birthday'. It was odd, it was like he had just happened to be here, maybe he didn't expect us to be here, because he kept walking.
It was like a ghost, almost.
"Did I just see that?" I asked, but Tom and Lucas were silent.
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Sorry for such a short chapter! Knight you can write up after this and the party if you'd like!
