Sunday, April 27, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 2 - 'SHE'S SO COLD'
CHAPTER 2
'Where are your parents?' Clea raised a shaped eyebrow at the question.
'Not here. That's all you need to know, yes?' She didn't look at Draco as she replied, but peered back over her shoulder down the corridor, turning back when Draco stopped outside of the door next to his bedroom.
'Why do you have muggle belongings?' Draco questioned, leaning and pushing the door open, light flooding the hallway from the newly revealed room.
'It's only a suitcase.' As Clea said this and stepped into the room, Polly yhe house-elf appeared clutching the case.
'I brought your things, Madam Harvey.' Polly placed the suitcase at Clea's feet, and then appapared away with a crack.
'This room will suffice.' Clea began walking, first to the window, which she pushed open as wide as they would go, causing the door behind Draco slam shut. Clea jumped and turned, her wand in her hand without so much as a noticible movement. Draco eyed her curiously, and when she noticed him standing quite still, no threatening stance, she slowly lowered her wand, but kept it in her hand none the less. The left the window as it was, and moved to trace her fingers over the bed. The room was similar to Draco's, the same wooden flooring provided surface, and the same unusual lamps hung, unlit, on the walls. The bedspread of the bed was a deep purple however, and the walls were a pale cream. Clea placed her wand away in her bag, and moved now to the second door in the room, which lead to her private bathroom.
'You have everything you need?' Draco enquired politely. Clea turned to gaze at him with her startling eyes.
'Yes, thankyou.' Draco noticed the tone of dissmissal in her voice that he had heard so many times from his Father - and also from himself, when addressing the house-elves. Still, he didn't move. Clea carried on watching him for a moment, before turning her back on him and walking to lean out of the window once more. Draco approached her and stepped to her side, also staring out of the window at the pouring sunshine. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and noticed her own eyes were closed against the bright light. Almost instantly after Draco had flicked his gaze to her though, her eyes snapped open, and she she turned her whole body to face him, placing a hand on her hip and a puzzled expression over her plain, but pretty face.
'Why are you here?' Draco asked, still leaning out of the window, but watching Clea all of the time, noticing the way the breeze was whipping out her hair.
'It's safe here; so I've been told.' Was all she replied, but Draco wasn't happy with this vague answer. He opened his mouth to speak again, when Clea walked away from him abruptly, sitting down on the bed and smoothing her hands over the covers. Draco turned his back to the sunlight so he could still talk to her without feeling too rude - she was a guest afterall; and he liked to give good first impressions, believe it or not.
'And why do you need safety?' Draco probed, and Clea didn't look up from the bed.
'Who doesn't need safety, Draco?' It was the first time she had spoken his name, and it made his gaze bore into her turned away eyes - but no matter how much he willed her to, she wouldn't look up to him.
'But it's not like we know you. I mean, who are you? Are you-'
'Is this enough to satisfy your curiosity?' Clea stood and pulled up the sleeve of her top, showing the dark mark emblazened painfully on her left arm. Draco studied it from a distance for a moment, admitting to himself he was a little stunned.
'How old are you?'
'Your age.'
'Who are your parents?'
'You don't know them.'
'Which school do you attend?'
'Hogwarts, from next week.' Clea then tugged her sleeve back over her arm and crossed her arms over her chest. 'Draco, I need to unpack. Could I please be alone for a while?' She had obviously decided enough was enough, and moved to the door, pulling it open against the wind and standing just inside it, holding it open for Draco to leave. He began walking forwards.
'Yes, of course. Just say if there's anything you need.' Draco exited the room, and Clea stood back from the door, letting it slam shut once more. Draco walked a short distance down the corridor to his own room, and leaned back against the door, puzzled by this stranger, and why no answers had been given to his questions - no reasonable answers, anyway. Well, fine. He would have to ask his Father.
# posted by Sek Koon @ 8:45 AM 
