This is my NANO (national novel writing month) so grammar is on the back
burner more so then ever. I am checking spelling but that does not
mean I won't miss something... read if you want and enjoy if you can...
Journal Entry Fifty Three C:
It was so fulfilling talking to them.
It was like old times. But we seemed to get now where new. Ms.
Nicci knew enough about dementors to know that you had to have them
give their essence, that you could not take it. I fighting thought
that one. That you had to be on reasonable terms with a Dementor...
A Dee-Men-Tor.
How do you even get on reasonable terms with one.
That is just insane. INSANE!!! Crazy talk. Of course I am feeling
kinda crazy right now too.
Kel, being who she is, knew the star
charts well enough to know that the actually were placed about right
if we were on earth and the locations probably were wherever the
person who did all of this cursing was. I just needed to figure out
where they are, generally, at this point in time. And remember where
the extra large glowing dots were in correlation to them. Everyone
burst out laughing at that.
So finding this person another way was
the only way.
Sayen asked about the necklace, of
course, and I had to tell her that when Peter went back to look for
it, it was gone. Whether it returned to Rei or went somewhere else
or was disintegrated he was not sure.
At that point in time Kel asked what
happened when Siruis basicly tackled me.
I said I did see something. A face I
could not quite make out. It was contorted, in anger and rage.
Screaming and, well, in pain. I was not sure if I ever wanted to
meet this person, but some how knew I had to.
She then corrected
herself and restated her question. “No. That wasn't what I meant.
How did it feel to have Sirius Black save you?” She was grinning
the whole time and if I could have thrown a shoe at her I would have.
Everyone else chuckled, but it was Ms. Nicci who put it into
perspective for them all. “If it had been Remus, she would have
had a very different reaction.”
At that point in time, I decided
to end our little chat. Because no more discussion of the real
problem was going to happen and I was beginning to feel tired.
And I probably would be asleep right
now if I had not run into Remus on the stairs.
I asked him about his and James'
detention. “Clean the room. And do potions clean up for a month.”
I cringed and apologized profusely
saying that I could go talk to the headmaster and tell him it was my
fault. Remus put his hands on my shoulders, (oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god.) and told me that he and James did the right thing and me
having detention or being expelled was not going to happen.
“Expe...” Remus put his hand over my mouth, because I about
yelled that. “Shhh... it is okay 'kit.” He took his hand off of
my mouth and I just kept my mouth clamped shut. (my brain just
turned to jello)
“The Headmaster thought it would be best that we
were not expelled that we had learned our lesson and the punishment
was fitting the mistake.” He gave a little smile at this point.
(Heart melt, goo.) “And no one was hurt.” (I so owe them
something.) “So I am going to bed, you should too. Otherwise
Sirius might kick you there himself.”
He started to turn to go up
but stopped and looked at me. “Sirius said you felt like you might
have lost some weight. Are you feeling okay?” He had made it a
query and I knew better than to get into it right then. So I told
him not tonight … and I am finally getting sleeping. So much to do
so little time to do it in.
Journal Entry Fifty Four A:
I can not seem to find Dumbles. That
makes me really nervous. He was not in his usual spot this morning
and he has not been in or around any of my classes today. I think I
am going to go sit in the common room and see if he comes around.
Journal Entry Fifty Four B:
He has not shown up all day and I
haven't seen Snapers either.
No, no no no no. I will not loose
them. James gave me an idea to look in the sock drawers when he saw me looking for Dumbles in the common room but he is in
none of them. I think I would hear about it if he turned up in some
other sock drawer right. I have looked under the beds around in
hidden corners. I have looked up on book shelves and in the coal
bucket. But nothing.
(that was a fun bath day when the troupe discovered the coal bucket. I
am fortunate Rowin does not like it but Dumbles... he is a light silver
gray and he loves, and I mean loves, the coal bucket.)
I know the boys are concerned. They call
Dumbles my rock. And, well, he is. He is my stabilizer.
Nevi is concerned. So concerned he has started his own little search party, in a way.
I think he might be my plant whisperer. I think he can communicate
with plants. He seems to be talking to them. Telling them to look
out for Snapers and Dumbles. He has not told me anything yet, but we
are still looking.
I keep looking in the sock draw just
hoping I missed him. He likes socks. He drags them off and under
the bed, creating a little nest for himself. It is beautiful.
Journal Entry Fifty Five:
I know it has only been two days but it
feels like more. How can you put a time on missing family. They are
my family.
Of all the people Siruis has been the
most supportive. I know that James, Remus and Peter but it was
Sirius who seemed the most concerned. He was right there and
actually looked in a few sock drawers of his dorm mates. So I
finally asked him about the other night. The night I fell asleep
next to him. I asked him what I told him.
He sighed. “You were so depressed
'kit. I was worried you were going to do something to hurt yourself.
And then you talked about how you always seem to fail and I thought
about last year and everything you went through and that we did not
really believe you until so late in the year. I mean if we had
figured it out sooner it would not have been so bad. You would have
been in a better place. Able to take on your shadow self and she
would not have had the power she did.” He ran his hand through his
hair at this time. “So, I knew you needed a friend. And well, no
one else was there. I was not going to let you walk away. That and
you crumpled to the floor. It took me five minuets to get you to the
couch. And I am very lucky I am on very good terms with the kitchen
elves because they got hot coco and honey toast right away. I do not
ever want to see you like you were at the end of last year. You were
so thin and pale and... well, weak. There was one point in the fight
with your shadow self I thought she was going to drain the life out
of you. You could not seem to breath.”
I saw for only the second
time in my life concern from him.
“That is why I told Remus about
how light you were when I tackled you. He told me that you wouldn't talk about it, I did not mean to cause any problems between the two of you. I just...” I cut him off at that
point. I told him it was okay. That I had not been eating well the
last couple of weeks and I showed him a plate full of snacks and he
accepted that. Right before we went our separate ways he said
another sweet thing. “We will find them both and everything will
be fine.” I smiled and hoped for the best too.
Journal Entry Fifty Six:
Okay, Sirius has definitely moved up on
the friends list. I know I know I shouldn't say things like that.
But he brought me a peppermint mocha. I did not think the house
elves could make those. I am wondering how he pulled it off, who he
had to bribe and how in the universe he got coffee into Hogwarts.
Mmmmm peppermint mocha.
Now I am hyperly on caffeine and going like
gangbusters. But I am still worried about my little boys. I have
not found any evidence that they are anywhere in the Gryffindor
Tower. No where. I even had Ms. Nicci check the Slytherine Dungeon.
GAAA!
I am trying not to freak out. (the mocha is helping yes, in
a way.... too much caffeine could be bad... really bad.)
Random thought... why is Sirius being
so caring? I mean yes I asked him and he told me what we talked
about when I had my little breakdown the other night but really...
why would he help me? I am not one of his boys. I am not some
pretty girl he wants to have a massive make out session with. I am
just plain old me. Just me... 'kit. I do not understand him. Not
at all.