((Hannah isn't really TOO loud and stuff.))
She walked over to him slowly, looking at his slightly red eyes. He had to of been crying...Hannah didn't say one word about it.
"Gabriel, I'm really sorry. I never should had believe such a thing. I guess it's easy to trick me, huh?" She said in her own embaressment. She caught sight of the Raven. "You're bird's very pretty...what's it's name?"
"Why should you guys care?" asked Tris as she poked her nose out of a book. She set the book carefully back down on her canopy bed and she strode over to them.
"Is this all you do? Who cares if he likes Hannah. It's certainly none of your buisness." Tris really hated when people talked about her friends behind their backs even if was just something as silly as this.
"Gabriel, I'm really sorry. I never should had believe such a thing. I guess it's easy to trick me, huh?" She said in her own embaressment. She caught sight of the Raven. "You're bird's very pretty...what's it's name?"
"Raven funnily enough. Anyway, if that's all you wanted I will be leaving you now to go to my bed." Gabriel said walking past Hannah towards the stairwell. "We could perhaps, talk tomorrow here at the same time. I'll see you then."
Gabriel walked down the stairs and through the winding corridors. It took him about twenty minutes to reach the Slytherin dungeons. He walked in and few of the lads looked at him grinning. I always thought that hat had sent me to the wrong house.
"What?" Gabriel said staring at their leering faces.
"Oh it's nothin'. Just that we heard you was up in the bell tower with young Miss Black. Isn't she the offspring of an ex-deatheater? Kinda fitting that you, a son of a deatheater and a future deatheater to be seeing the offspring of one." The malicious tone of a scrawny boy with greasy slicked back hair was sent ringing through his ears.
"You're going to regret saying those words to me." Gabriel said.
He flicked his wand and shouted expeliarmus at the group. All but one. The greasy little weasel with an attitude problem. Gabriel removed his robes and wrapped his wand in them.
"Wh..wha...what are you doing?" The boy said looking rather worriedly at Gabriel.
"I'm going to deal with you the muggle way. One, for accusing me and my family of working with the dark lord. Two, for disgracing Sirius Black one of the finest men who fought against the Dark Lord. Three, for being rude about Miss Hannah." Gabriel said running at the boy.
Gabriel's shoulder hit hard in the boy's stomach as he tackled him to the ground winding him. He began beating the boy around the face until he was bloody and Gabriel's knuckles were sore. He got up and looked down at the boy.
"Someone go and fetch the Proffessor, and not a word out of anyone." Gabriel said menacingly retreating to his dorm.
((Oooh, fight! Fight! 😂 ))
Hannah nodded. "Tomarrow night. See you!" She called after his quickly retreating form. She waited a few minutes before standing, stretching with a yawn. So much had happened today, and she hoped that her other Gryffindor girls that she shared a room with were alsepp. They would most likely question where she had been. Then again, if they didn't tonight, they would tomarrow.
Black made her way to the portrait swiftly. She didn't fancy running into the evil Caretaker, who had taken a disliking to her ever since he found out who her father was. She remembered him muttering something about how reckless he had been, along with James Potter. She always would sigh, deep inside proud to be his daughter.
When Hannah crept into the common room, all the girls were up. 'Luck's against me.' she thought, closing the door softly beind her. The girls that had been annoying Tris almost pounced on her. "Well, how was it?"
"How was what?" Hannah asked, glaring.
"Your date with Gabriel!!" Another exclaimed. Hannah clenched her fists to her sides to keep from punching her.
"Date!? It wasn't a DATe, and even if it WAS, it's none of youre business!!" Hannah whispered angrily. They flashed her a smile.
"Alright..." One said. When Hannah turned her back on the to walk towards Tris, they whispered, "She's in denial...she probably doesn't want to admit she likes him because he's a future death eater." At this, Hannah simply couldnt hold her anger in. She whipped out her wand and sent a jinx at all three of them. "You...you..." She muttered, shaking.
"In the early Elizabethian era, a very famous witch called Sandra the Strange lived out in a village with muggles. She broke many wizard laws and even went around foolishly showing muggles magic. It came to a point, that a muggle killed her when a spell back fired," said Tris as her finger followed the lines on the page by her wandlight.
"Sandra's reamins were buried at the muggle's graveyard with no marker. The muggles she had taught were taken and the first memory charm was placed on a muggle. It's uses sprang after that and many claim that it was Sandra who helped bring it into the wizard world all along." Tris heard the gossiping girls talking once more downstairs.
"Sir Robert of Edena and Lady Morin Ti created the first mishap of the memory charm. On a winter night, Morin was . . ." read Tris before she heard the portrait hole slam downstairs.
"What's going on?" called Tris downstairs to the other girls.
No reply reached her fast enough, so she slowly crept down the stairs when she reached the doorway she saw the silhouette of Lynn.
All of a sudden, Lynn had a spell unleashed from her wand. Trish stepped back and watched all three girls get stupefied.
"Lynn, what have you done?" asked Trish as she knelt down next to Sherry. Sherry's eyes were blank and stared wonderingly at the ceiling. Tris felt for a heart beat and was not suprised to find one. Lynn wouldn't do anything wrong to them, she probably just got annoyed by their gossiping like she did.
Hannah glared at there stunned bodies, her teeth clenched. Her anger did not wash away so fast. But she did not answer Tris. Instead, young Black stomped up to the dorm, clenching her wand so tightly it might just break in half. She turned before she shut the door at Tris trying to awaken them.
"Tris- dont." She ordered, her voice cold.
"Fine," said Tris. Her voice was clipped, but it had it's usually briskness attached to it. "Can I come in? If you haven't noticed my book is in there and I would really want to get back to reading it." She paced in front of the dorm door for fourth years waiting.
Tris's eyes went downcast as she saw little wet spots on the carpet.
Hannah was taken aback. She had turned her friend against her now. She voice almost broke, anger gone. she had to hold back tears when she spoke, finding her throat forming a lump. "Yeah, sure," She whispered miserably. "Listen...it wasn't like you think..." She tried to start, but her own mouth failed her. She wondered if Gabriel was having this much trouble with his friends.
(Is it still night? 😕 )
Fay sat in the empty Slytherin common room, reading, when suddenly a group of older slytherins came in, talking quietly. Fay could only hear snippets of the conversation.
"Gabriel..."
"...Deatheater..."
"...That Chang woman's son."
From what Fay could gather, they were accusing him of being a deatheater. Ridiculous. What do they know. Most of their parents are probably really deatheaters, they should actually know about Gabriel. Sometimes this house makes me sick. She thought.
As someone rushed in to say that there was a Muggle fight going on between Gabriel and some kid called Owen Knott, Fay sighed and went up to her dormitory. Her last thought before falling asleep was ...And he's not bad looking, either.
The door creaked open in front of Tris. She gripped it and noticed that more tears clung to Lynn's face. Tris's stern face surrendered over to her one that depicted she was sorry for someone. No one has seen this face in years, only after she discovered that someone had died. That had been a while ago and Tris never usually felt pain or loss. Now it was pouring out, seaping it way out from under her skin.
"I'm sorry, that I seemed creul. I know that sometimes my feelings are hard like a beast's very own. Please forgive me. I'm not usually hard like I seem." The words plowed out of her mouth.
She felt Lynn's hand pat her shouler and pull her onto the bed. Tris took out a hankerchief and blew. Tears tried to flow down her own face, too, but she pushed them back. "What really happened with Sherry and the others? Did they pick a fight with you?" asked Tris. Her voice was gentle and soft different from her usual brisk one.
Hannah shook her head, and had stopped crying. She knew better. She knew how to take things like this. She sat cross legged facing Tris, hands in her lap.
"Well..." She stopped, thinking. "Well, it started with me coming in from....talking to Gabriel. They accused me of being his girlfriend. But THEN when I denied it, they said I only wanted them to think we weren't dating because he's a future death eater. That's when I lost control. I dunno why....I bet Gabriel didn't if this happened...(Oh how wrong she is!)" Hannah explained, then realized something for the first time. She had a crush on Gabriel! She like him, as she now knew suddenly.
Tris could tell something was up, because Hannah's face was now red and she had turned away, looking down.