The Seeker's Tower Chapter 3
Zephyra leaned back quietly in her bed, allowing the first seeker's memory to play over in her mind, and allowing her dragon friends to seen it as well.
As the large oak doors slid open, Keena looked around. Being the head scribe's apprentice had its perks, but even she wasn't allowed out of bed after curfew. If the night lady were to catch her, it would mean another night in the stocks. However, even the threat of the stocks couldn't keep her from her mission tonight. Keena needed to see that scroll again; her heart seemed to demand it of her. Having been looking over scrolls that were in bad shape, he had come across one that used a symbol she hadn't seen, and upon researching it, she could not believe its meaning.
She had awaken as though the symbol had called her, with the word on her lips as she had sprang awake, and even now as she slid the door closed, she could almost hear it calling her name.
Once the doors were sh
HauntedHermione stared at her reflection. Madame Serena Flipslip, the newest and most fashionable designer in the upper level society, had just sent over the dress. Now, Hermione called it the dress, because it was an exclusive. Serena had made it just for Hermione. The crimson velvet bodice and skirt made her well maintained form even more appealing. Her hair lay in a pile of well manicured curls, and Hermione could only sigh at the black ribbon pulled taut around her neck, holding a large garnet in the hollow of her throat.
Perfect by nature, icon of self-indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about our world
That never was and never will be
Have I no shame, don't they see me?
I know I've got everybody fooled.
She could pin point her pain to after the war. Ron and Harry, they were both gone. He swept her up into his world of perfect wives. But what did she expect from Draco Malfoy?
I condemed her onceI condemned her once.
Yes, Even her one and only condemned her to the grave I wished those idiotic friends of hers would crawl into. She was everything that annoyed me; too outspoken for demanding souls, too caring for those who were obviously beneath her, too commonborn for pureblood.
How she showed me. She stood above the woman who killed her parents; wand extended, perfect form, her bushy hair tugged back by the wind that her power had called. How lovely her eyes; she held the tip of her wand at the throat of her prey. It caught my breath to watch her threaten life, to hold life in her hands.
My dearest HermioneMy dearest Hermione,
The rays of the sun perfectly strike the strands of your golden brown hair. Making it seem like you are wearing a crown of light. This never fails to dazzle my eyes. Sometimes I think that the crown you wear is most deserving of you. Since you are, indeed, the most perfect creature in the world. Smart, beautiful and a bit feisty if I may say so.
I write this letter to you knowing that, at present, I cannot seem to make personal contact with you. Certain circumstances prevent us from openly being with each other. You do not know of the many times I've tried. I have decided to end it now. To end this unsatisfied hunger of love from driving me to insanity.
I ask you now to meet me at the North Tower at exactly 10 pm of tomorrow.
I'll be waiting.
The One Who Loves You
The one who loves you. This thought echoed in Hermione'