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Two: Venting
Hello, I sincerely apologize for bieng a bad updater, I don't mean to but my muse get kind of bitchy after the firsts two chapters and I got to push it, besides college is not easy :(, anyways I do not promise to update every week, but I will try my best at doing it often so for now enjoy!!
*Disclaimer: I lowly being do NOT own any characters,JK Rowling (should be the Ruler of the world) is the mastermind behind this magnificent creatures, I do not make profit from this, just the fun of writing and playing around with them*
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Two: Venting
I heard the door slammed and I wonder why has she come through the door and not the fireplace…whatever, she’s just fucking loony.
She threw things around and almost blasted her hairball pet, huffing and cussing all the way, when the cupboard didn’t seem to agree with her who was trying to open it, she BLASTED the fucking door out of it hinges and then gave it a kick for good measure.
“Bloody door!” she hissed at it, her hands clenched in fists, her face flushed and eyes were blazing with fury. She looked murderous.
“How dare that wanker!” she yelled this time, slumping on a chair just to jump back and throw the poor piece across the room, making it crash with the wall. “URGHHHH!”
She ‘vented’ some more before slumping on the floor of her now destroyed kitchen, she threw her head back eyes closed, frustrated. She stood up and ran up the stairs and disappeared from my sight.
I ran up the stairs still fuming, and to my study didn’t even bother on closing the door and sat there with a swish of my wand all papers, folders, and references were stack in a pile and I started reading, the reports, matching it with my references and pictures, where to rely…
Seconds, minutes and hours came and went and still I was trying to solve the riddle that was this investigation…who? How? But the one that HAD to be answer was, Why?
“Oh I need a drink” I grunted out, move from my big oak desk, picked my wand, cloak and ran downstairs, got my keys and money.
I apparted to the Leaky Cauldron, on the barstool and to order.
“A Firewhiskey” I ordered and sat back surrounded by the smoke and semi-darkness, when the new guy Tom had hired got me my Firewhiskey I shot it in one gulp, feeling the burning on my throat, down my esophagus and into my digestive system, getting into my bloodstream and flying high to my brain. Good I need it, numbness, maybe I can crack the bloody case and get the truth, I want. “another”
After my fifth shot I was feeling a little tipsy so I ordered a butterbeer just to ease the burning a little, I planned on downing that bottle and if after 20 minutes, I was drunk I won’t accomplish my goal, now would I?
She have gone, I don’t know where but sure as hell I didn’t feel like going after her, thing I knew I could do, but really I’m not her lapdog to be chasing after her.
I wonder what have her so worked up? I mean she almost killed the cat she would have killed the weasel for, she destroyed her kitchen like the unanimated place have offended her in some way and then she went out after disappearing up the stairs into her study.
I don’t know what time it is anymore and maybe is the Firewhiskey, or the vodka or the butterbeers, maybe all of the above or maybe I have totally lost my marbles….
Because when you are hearing what I’m hearing you must be…..
“You are a bitch…” It was a female voice hissing
“Oh darling tell me something I haven’t been called before” purred the man
“What else is there to call you?” she asked still hissing, I took in both the appearances the hissing ebony woman had a tomboy-ish touch to her mannerisms while the white guy that was facing her had a girl-ish touch to him. Like the yin- yang, balancing each other, one seething the other with a calm smugness to him.
“You can sweet me into your arms like old times” he suggested which made the woman glare.
“You dared to interfere with my affairs Fate and then come to me like nothing happened? You dare to whore yourself to me after what you have done?” the woman was furious to make an understatement, she was about to strangle the life out of…Fate? She had called HIM, Fate?
Like, I’m bloody pissed, yeah that summons it up. I don’t pretend that I haven’t been eavesdropping, because I really do not care, if they, who or whatever they are for that matter, notice. Alcohol can do wonders to ones inhibition.
To make things more juicy two more took a seat before them, with the same smugness the man, they were to women. One stunningly beautiful and the other well just pretty.
“Hey there Gambit”
“You both, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Such use of foul language Gambit” stunning beautiful said tsking
“Foul and antique, I personally do not want to Fornicate Under the Consentient of the King” replied the pretty one with a smirk that could have rival any Slytherin or a Malfoy.
“You, went and twisted your little hands and screw things up just the way you wanted” Pointing at the male, then turning to the Stunning beauty “You, reaped a soul that even wasn’t on the list, and you cut a cord that you well know it wasn’t time to”
“Why are so pissed about a, ONE soul?” asked the Stunning beauty
“Because it was not his time to go, you go on and play all your little funny games and I end up cleaning your mess”
What is going on here and why she was the only one to watch the scene unfold before her eyes. The male purred sweetly at the woman, sliding a finger across her cheek, she just glared “But we are not leaving you without some fun”
“Or don’t you remember that bastard that one that tampered with your game and escaped me all those years ago, what was his name…”
“Tom, Tom Riddle” the woman hissed, scowling at the name
“See, my sweet, he cheated all of us and how did he ended?” the male asked
“Defeated by a boy” the woman smirked at these
“Who will have a great life, because he fought for it” the man said with pride beaming from him…
“He will have a long one too” said the pretty lady
“And die a honorable death, peaceful at that” Said the stunning beauty
The woman just nodded a tiny smile gracing her face, the others satisfied moved away
and stood.
“Fate, Gambit, will just go I have some to collect and the lady has to cut their life’s cord” said the stunning beauty
“Yes and some others to add, don’t forget” she reminded the one besides her, who shrugged
“I just like those who I’ll take with me”
“Not true, you have taken some others because they are ‘just so irresistible’ “ the pretty one retorted back, gaining a glare “Remember that until I don’t cut the cord they are not yours”
“Let’s go you one eyed bitch”
“Let’s go you greedy psycho”
“Good bye” said the woman amused at the other ones antics, turning to the male “and you why don’t you go twisting and turning another lesser being”
“You are still mad at me?” he pouted and the woman snorted
“You know, the only way to restore back a soul whose time has been tampered with?”
“Yes” he answer “You think it will come to it?”
“This once the Old and Wise will have to decide, just because my dices don‘t hold the answer”
“Time will tell then” he mused
“Yes and until he speaks you won’t get near me” she stood and wiped around, only to be hold down by the wrist.
“Are you going to be mad at me all this long my darling Gambler?”
“I have to the end of the world for it” she smile sweetly, all too sweetly, then turned around and disappeared leaving the male all alone, sulking
“I just wish the out come would be the right one, this once” He said to himself before vanishing into the night.
I sat there throughout the whole ordeal and if my intoxicated brain wasn’t as polluted by alcohol as now I would have swear that, Fate, Death, One of The Sisters of The Cords of Life and The Gambler were discussing the life of a person. Nah that’s just an hallucination.
“One more” I slurred the guy tending the bar looked weirdly at me, hesitating perhaps “Make it double” I put the money on the table and waited.
It wasn’t secure to apparte, neither was to use the floo so I took the bloody knight bus, the damn thing almost made me puke all my alcohol does that mummy know how hard is to get this smashed, fucking wanker.
It was very late when I heard some giggling, the jingle of keys and sloppy steps downstairs, then a thud. I jumped down the rail and came face to body with Granger, giggling on the floor. She was, was she, Oh fucking bloody hell she was totally PISSED!!
I watched as she rid herself of the tangle that became her limbs and the coat she was wearing, she manage to Houdini herself after some cursing and tugging of the garment.
“Crooky!! Come here Crookshanks!” she bellowed in a slurry voice, and I almost dropped on the floor in fits of laughter like come on, It is freaking funny, Hermione ‘all fine and proper’ Granger, Drunk to her ass.
After several minutes it wasn’t so amusing anymore and got back up, and to my surprise the little Gryffindor, got up and I heard her feet landing heavily on the stairs, I wonder what would happen if I get to surprise her at the end of the stairs, will she fall back and brake her neck? Or will she curse me off to hell? Well technically she can’t because I’m dead but what would happen, hum…
I was so distracted planting colorful scenarios of what if’s on my ghostly mind I didn’t catch when she went past me… to bad she went to the loo first. Well honey darling I’ll be waiting…
I went to the loo, I needed to piss urgently, now I’m walking (as fast as my heavy legs let me) to my study, I need to get to the bottom of this pile of shite.
I am reading here but really I can’t understand a word and why are the letters jumping? Oh crap, I can’t do anything like this, and slumping in this chair seems like a magnificent idea right now, so I close my eyes and relax into the plushy chair’s embrace…
I woke up a minutes later, really I don’t feel like having cramps in the morning for sleeping in a chair, for more comfortable said chair is… I clawed my hands to the wall until I reached my door.
I got in and ran to my bed, jumping like a child on it, really I don’t give a flying fuck about how childish it looks, I turn my stereo on and accommodated on my bed…
Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, fan-fucking-tastic…
I looked to my side, tears sliding down my face, just until the salty drops were at the corners of my mouth did I notice I was crying…
“For fuck’s sake I’m pathetic” I mutter angrily, I heard a snicker by my side and I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if I had gone completely and utterly mental, but for the first time in the past days or so I look HIS way.
And to my total shock he was exactly as I remember him, long locks of platinum blond, smoky gray eyes, cold expression and a fucking smirk playing across his lips.
Something clicked inside me, this was THE Draco Malfoy, I knew once, simply perfect except obviously when he talked.
We looked at each other for several seconds until I slurred “What? Fun to watch the filthy little mudblood breaking down?”
He didn’t answer right away but smirked some more “Quite amusing”
I threw myself back on the bed, mouthing the lyrics and then looked at him again “What the hell are you doing here anyways? Why don’t you go a torture who killed you?”
His smirk faltered at this, but said nothing so we fell into silence, my stereo kept playing, mellow fucking depressing songs, sometimes I hate my play list, they suck at times like this.
“I wish I knew, Merlin knows I wish I knew” I mutter, Malfoy just raised an eyebrow at this and I sighed and sat as straight as I could, the world is spinning, woo!
My wand was besides me, like always and it took a lot to remember the strong summoning spell I secretly perfected, shh! It a secret, don’t tell.
I saw Granger was making strange facial expressions for several minutes before she whispered something a swished her wand, I really can’t tell which spell she used but soon enough a thick heavy looking file flew past me and to her lap.
I saw her shiver as the stack of papers sat on her lap, she bit her lip in contemplation and I was losing my freaking nerve. “ What in Hades is that?”
“My last journalism investigation” she said in a somber tone, her now trembling hands reaching to open it “Who killed…” she showed me a picture, and it took me no more than a second to recognize the one in front of my eyes “…you”
I took two steps back and fell onto the little cute bloody reading chair in her room, my face like stone, she was reporting my death, she was trying to solve a fucking puzzle about what really happen and…
“That’s why you wanted to kill the fur ball and destroy your kitchen? Because you have need the truth about what happen to me? Whoa you should hate me to get that so mad about that”
She frowned “I got that mad because the wanker of my boss gave me a sabbatical, thanks to you, bloody ferret”
“What do I have to do with your boss or any of his bleeding decisions” by this time I have raise my voice more than I should have
“Because if I hadn’t been telling you to sod the fuck off, my dimwit boss wouldn’t have an excuse to keep doing a better job than him! Because if my moronic friends wouldn’t have been so busy in trying to fix my overloaded mind, the fucking idiot would have never get his hand in the excuse he was longing for!” she yell too and then added in a softer voice “and then I would still have the tools I needed to find what is amiss in the bloody case”
“What do you need?”
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow “first off you are a bleeding ghost how can you help me?”
“Do you see anyone else here Granger?” she just blushed “Yeah, I didn’t bloody think so”
I saw her blink a few times and before sleep washed over her she asked one last question “Why I’m the only one who sees you?”
But even before I could tell her to mind her own bloody business and stop being so nosy, she have fell asleep.
I was there to wonder alone, while the drunky Gryffindork was blissfully asleep besides me, her chest rising and falling with each gulp of air, she didn’t know, but I felt so envious that she could breathe and I couldn’t well not yet anyways because once she find the missing piece of the puzzle, I’ll come back, I will rise from the ashes like a motherfucking Phoenix. So for now my dear little mudblood…”Sleep”
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Well there it was, what you think, please let me know, pretty please :) If you do not like it or viceversa just let me know, if you want to leave suggestions, do it!! you know the drill my darlings Read and Review (if you wanna rate it, that at your will) but do it, do it now....(kidding)Lol, take lots of care.
All my Love
Lola
*Disclaimer: I lowly being do NOT own any characters,JK Rowling (should be the Ruler of the world) is the mastermind behind this magnificent creatures, I do not make profit from this, just the fun of writing and playing around with them*
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Two: Venting
I heard the door slammed and I wonder why has she come through the door and not the fireplace…whatever, she’s just fucking loony.
She threw things around and almost blasted her hairball pet, huffing and cussing all the way, when the cupboard didn’t seem to agree with her who was trying to open it, she BLASTED the fucking door out of it hinges and then gave it a kick for good measure.
“Bloody door!” she hissed at it, her hands clenched in fists, her face flushed and eyes were blazing with fury. She looked murderous.
“How dare that wanker!” she yelled this time, slumping on a chair just to jump back and throw the poor piece across the room, making it crash with the wall. “URGHHHH!”
She ‘vented’ some more before slumping on the floor of her now destroyed kitchen, she threw her head back eyes closed, frustrated. She stood up and ran up the stairs and disappeared from my sight.
I ran up the stairs still fuming, and to my study didn’t even bother on closing the door and sat there with a swish of my wand all papers, folders, and references were stack in a pile and I started reading, the reports, matching it with my references and pictures, where to rely…
Seconds, minutes and hours came and went and still I was trying to solve the riddle that was this investigation…who? How? But the one that HAD to be answer was, Why?
“Oh I need a drink” I grunted out, move from my big oak desk, picked my wand, cloak and ran downstairs, got my keys and money.
I apparted to the Leaky Cauldron, on the barstool and to order.
“A Firewhiskey” I ordered and sat back surrounded by the smoke and semi-darkness, when the new guy Tom had hired got me my Firewhiskey I shot it in one gulp, feeling the burning on my throat, down my esophagus and into my digestive system, getting into my bloodstream and flying high to my brain. Good I need it, numbness, maybe I can crack the bloody case and get the truth, I want. “another”
After my fifth shot I was feeling a little tipsy so I ordered a butterbeer just to ease the burning a little, I planned on downing that bottle and if after 20 minutes, I was drunk I won’t accomplish my goal, now would I?
She have gone, I don’t know where but sure as hell I didn’t feel like going after her, thing I knew I could do, but really I’m not her lapdog to be chasing after her.
I wonder what have her so worked up? I mean she almost killed the cat she would have killed the weasel for, she destroyed her kitchen like the unanimated place have offended her in some way and then she went out after disappearing up the stairs into her study.
I don’t know what time it is anymore and maybe is the Firewhiskey, or the vodka or the butterbeers, maybe all of the above or maybe I have totally lost my marbles….
Because when you are hearing what I’m hearing you must be…..
“You are a bitch…” It was a female voice hissing
“Oh darling tell me something I haven’t been called before” purred the man
“What else is there to call you?” she asked still hissing, I took in both the appearances the hissing ebony woman had a tomboy-ish touch to her mannerisms while the white guy that was facing her had a girl-ish touch to him. Like the yin- yang, balancing each other, one seething the other with a calm smugness to him.
“You can sweet me into your arms like old times” he suggested which made the woman glare.
“You dared to interfere with my affairs Fate and then come to me like nothing happened? You dare to whore yourself to me after what you have done?” the woman was furious to make an understatement, she was about to strangle the life out of…Fate? She had called HIM, Fate?
Like, I’m bloody pissed, yeah that summons it up. I don’t pretend that I haven’t been eavesdropping, because I really do not care, if they, who or whatever they are for that matter, notice. Alcohol can do wonders to ones inhibition.
To make things more juicy two more took a seat before them, with the same smugness the man, they were to women. One stunningly beautiful and the other well just pretty.
“Hey there Gambit”
“You both, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Such use of foul language Gambit” stunning beautiful said tsking
“Foul and antique, I personally do not want to Fornicate Under the Consentient of the King” replied the pretty one with a smirk that could have rival any Slytherin or a Malfoy.
“You, went and twisted your little hands and screw things up just the way you wanted” Pointing at the male, then turning to the Stunning beauty “You, reaped a soul that even wasn’t on the list, and you cut a cord that you well know it wasn’t time to”
“Why are so pissed about a, ONE soul?” asked the Stunning beauty
“Because it was not his time to go, you go on and play all your little funny games and I end up cleaning your mess”
What is going on here and why she was the only one to watch the scene unfold before her eyes. The male purred sweetly at the woman, sliding a finger across her cheek, she just glared “But we are not leaving you without some fun”
“Or don’t you remember that bastard that one that tampered with your game and escaped me all those years ago, what was his name…”
“Tom, Tom Riddle” the woman hissed, scowling at the name
“See, my sweet, he cheated all of us and how did he ended?” the male asked
“Defeated by a boy” the woman smirked at these
“Who will have a great life, because he fought for it” the man said with pride beaming from him…
“He will have a long one too” said the pretty lady
“And die a honorable death, peaceful at that” Said the stunning beauty
The woman just nodded a tiny smile gracing her face, the others satisfied moved away
and stood.
“Fate, Gambit, will just go I have some to collect and the lady has to cut their life’s cord” said the stunning beauty
“Yes and some others to add, don’t forget” she reminded the one besides her, who shrugged
“I just like those who I’ll take with me”
“Not true, you have taken some others because they are ‘just so irresistible’ “ the pretty one retorted back, gaining a glare “Remember that until I don’t cut the cord they are not yours”
“Let’s go you one eyed bitch”
“Let’s go you greedy psycho”
“Good bye” said the woman amused at the other ones antics, turning to the male “and you why don’t you go twisting and turning another lesser being”
“You are still mad at me?” he pouted and the woman snorted
“You know, the only way to restore back a soul whose time has been tampered with?”
“Yes” he answer “You think it will come to it?”
“This once the Old and Wise will have to decide, just because my dices don‘t hold the answer”
“Time will tell then” he mused
“Yes and until he speaks you won’t get near me” she stood and wiped around, only to be hold down by the wrist.
“Are you going to be mad at me all this long my darling Gambler?”
“I have to the end of the world for it” she smile sweetly, all too sweetly, then turned around and disappeared leaving the male all alone, sulking
“I just wish the out come would be the right one, this once” He said to himself before vanishing into the night.
I sat there throughout the whole ordeal and if my intoxicated brain wasn’t as polluted by alcohol as now I would have swear that, Fate, Death, One of The Sisters of The Cords of Life and The Gambler were discussing the life of a person. Nah that’s just an hallucination.
“One more” I slurred the guy tending the bar looked weirdly at me, hesitating perhaps “Make it double” I put the money on the table and waited.
It wasn’t secure to apparte, neither was to use the floo so I took the bloody knight bus, the damn thing almost made me puke all my alcohol does that mummy know how hard is to get this smashed, fucking wanker.
It was very late when I heard some giggling, the jingle of keys and sloppy steps downstairs, then a thud. I jumped down the rail and came face to body with Granger, giggling on the floor. She was, was she, Oh fucking bloody hell she was totally PISSED!!
I watched as she rid herself of the tangle that became her limbs and the coat she was wearing, she manage to Houdini herself after some cursing and tugging of the garment.
“Crooky!! Come here Crookshanks!” she bellowed in a slurry voice, and I almost dropped on the floor in fits of laughter like come on, It is freaking funny, Hermione ‘all fine and proper’ Granger, Drunk to her ass.
After several minutes it wasn’t so amusing anymore and got back up, and to my surprise the little Gryffindor, got up and I heard her feet landing heavily on the stairs, I wonder what would happen if I get to surprise her at the end of the stairs, will she fall back and brake her neck? Or will she curse me off to hell? Well technically she can’t because I’m dead but what would happen, hum…
I was so distracted planting colorful scenarios of what if’s on my ghostly mind I didn’t catch when she went past me… to bad she went to the loo first. Well honey darling I’ll be waiting…
I went to the loo, I needed to piss urgently, now I’m walking (as fast as my heavy legs let me) to my study, I need to get to the bottom of this pile of shite.
I am reading here but really I can’t understand a word and why are the letters jumping? Oh crap, I can’t do anything like this, and slumping in this chair seems like a magnificent idea right now, so I close my eyes and relax into the plushy chair’s embrace…
I woke up a minutes later, really I don’t feel like having cramps in the morning for sleeping in a chair, for more comfortable said chair is… I clawed my hands to the wall until I reached my door.
I got in and ran to my bed, jumping like a child on it, really I don’t give a flying fuck about how childish it looks, I turn my stereo on and accommodated on my bed…
Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, fan-fucking-tastic…
I looked to my side, tears sliding down my face, just until the salty drops were at the corners of my mouth did I notice I was crying…
“For fuck’s sake I’m pathetic” I mutter angrily, I heard a snicker by my side and I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if I had gone completely and utterly mental, but for the first time in the past days or so I look HIS way.
And to my total shock he was exactly as I remember him, long locks of platinum blond, smoky gray eyes, cold expression and a fucking smirk playing across his lips.
Something clicked inside me, this was THE Draco Malfoy, I knew once, simply perfect except obviously when he talked.
We looked at each other for several seconds until I slurred “What? Fun to watch the filthy little mudblood breaking down?”
He didn’t answer right away but smirked some more “Quite amusing”
I threw myself back on the bed, mouthing the lyrics and then looked at him again “What the hell are you doing here anyways? Why don’t you go a torture who killed you?”
His smirk faltered at this, but said nothing so we fell into silence, my stereo kept playing, mellow fucking depressing songs, sometimes I hate my play list, they suck at times like this.
“I wish I knew, Merlin knows I wish I knew” I mutter, Malfoy just raised an eyebrow at this and I sighed and sat as straight as I could, the world is spinning, woo!
My wand was besides me, like always and it took a lot to remember the strong summoning spell I secretly perfected, shh! It a secret, don’t tell.
I saw Granger was making strange facial expressions for several minutes before she whispered something a swished her wand, I really can’t tell which spell she used but soon enough a thick heavy looking file flew past me and to her lap.
I saw her shiver as the stack of papers sat on her lap, she bit her lip in contemplation and I was losing my freaking nerve. “ What in Hades is that?”
“My last journalism investigation” she said in a somber tone, her now trembling hands reaching to open it “Who killed…” she showed me a picture, and it took me no more than a second to recognize the one in front of my eyes “…you”
I took two steps back and fell onto the little cute bloody reading chair in her room, my face like stone, she was reporting my death, she was trying to solve a fucking puzzle about what really happen and…
“That’s why you wanted to kill the fur ball and destroy your kitchen? Because you have need the truth about what happen to me? Whoa you should hate me to get that so mad about that”
She frowned “I got that mad because the wanker of my boss gave me a sabbatical, thanks to you, bloody ferret”
“What do I have to do with your boss or any of his bleeding decisions” by this time I have raise my voice more than I should have
“Because if I hadn’t been telling you to sod the fuck off, my dimwit boss wouldn’t have an excuse to keep doing a better job than him! Because if my moronic friends wouldn’t have been so busy in trying to fix my overloaded mind, the fucking idiot would have never get his hand in the excuse he was longing for!” she yell too and then added in a softer voice “and then I would still have the tools I needed to find what is amiss in the bloody case”
“What do you need?”
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow “first off you are a bleeding ghost how can you help me?”
“Do you see anyone else here Granger?” she just blushed “Yeah, I didn’t bloody think so”
I saw her blink a few times and before sleep washed over her she asked one last question “Why I’m the only one who sees you?”
But even before I could tell her to mind her own bloody business and stop being so nosy, she have fell asleep.
I was there to wonder alone, while the drunky Gryffindork was blissfully asleep besides me, her chest rising and falling with each gulp of air, she didn’t know, but I felt so envious that she could breathe and I couldn’t well not yet anyways because once she find the missing piece of the puzzle, I’ll come back, I will rise from the ashes like a motherfucking Phoenix. So for now my dear little mudblood…”Sleep”
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Well there it was, what you think, please let me know, pretty please :) If you do not like it or viceversa just let me know, if you want to leave suggestions, do it!! you know the drill my darlings Read and Review (if you wanna rate it, that at your will) but do it, do it now....(kidding)Lol, take lots of care.
All my Love
Lola