Post by Seren Weavers on Feb 19, 2012 18:48:10 GMT -8
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17th December 2011
There was a reason Seren hated sleeping: her dreams. They had always been… vivid and realistic but still… Dreams. There had been a period in her depression where her night’s sleep was simply filled with blackness, but since her arrival to her new masters’ they were beginning to drip back. First of all it had been snaps of faces, and then some flashes of black drops but it was only recently the two had begun to merge. First there had been that wobbly image of a girl with silver and green on her uniform and papers flying, the next say she’d watched a dark skinned slytherin girl trip and drop a book down the stairs. It had been jarring – but how many slytherin students were there rushing about to class? A coincidence wasn’t unlikely, or at least that’s what Seren told herself… There had been a few other incidents, little things, but Seren had explained those away for herself as well.
A few nights ago, night of the 13th, the dream had been different. The faces she’d seen, a girl with pale skin and dark hair, eyes a bright blue which shone and shimmered in a blue light. She was crying… Why? Why was she crying?
The scene melted after that, into another memory. The street was shadowy, blocking out the man’s face. He was tall, standing near enough 6 foot, wide shoulders, toned shadow. The dark figure stretched, tensed and the shrunk, right down to a size of a rat. Not the size; he shrunk into a rat. The mystery man-rat paused for a second, before scurrying out of sight.
These dreams had been… different in ways Seren couldn’t quite place. They didn’t, well they didn’t look like places she knew, all the others did. There was nothing within the school which gave of that blue glow, nothing she knew anyway, so where was it?
Perhaps she had been jumping the gun, it must have just been a dream. It must have been…In the end Seren had pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused on her duties. Or she had, until all hell broke loose on the 16th.
Katya Williams. The crying girl had been Katya Williams, the daughter of Lord Williams. And she was missing.
Oh no… Please, please, please. Katya Williams was missing and Seren had seen her in a dream out of the castle crying. Could that mean-? That thought was too terrifying to allow into her mind.
And then the rat-man? Who was he? Where did he fit in?
Oh this was bad…. This was so bad… She needed help, she needed to talk to someone. Master might get angry that she’d kept this from him all this time, so he was out. She’d wondered about Logan for all of thirty seconds, but he couldn’t be trusted either. Not after he’d bruised her arm, not after she’d seen how his rage could just flare up. He was another man who couldn’t be trusted.
So who was left? Only one who could be trusted.
Casey.
It hadn’t been difficult to sneak a piece of parchment and old quill from her Master’s chambers and slip up to the owlery.
She wrote quickly, terrified of being discovered, her normal neat handwriting fast became almost unreadable.
Casey,
I’m scared. I’m terrified. I’m so, so sorry. I just don’t know who else to turn too….I’ve been having these dreams, nightmares. I ignored them at first – I thought that was best. I thought maybe they would just go away but they haven’t. And recently they got worse.
My dreams have started coming true. It all started with a Slytherin dropping a book down the stairs and …. And now…
Casey, I saw Lord William’s daughter. She was crying and, I… I don’t know. Then there was this man who wasn’t a man and – I don’t know!! Just tell me what’s happening to me, please. There is no one else I can talk to and I’m scared I’m in trouble.
Tell me what to do… Please…
I’m sorry,
Seren xx
There was only one school owl in the owlery who Seren attached the letter too, and took it to fly out the window.
Please… Please answer soon….