ButterflyDreamer
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It was a cold and stormy night, the clouds bursting angrily against the black sky. Cara sat with her back towards the fire in the Gryffindor common room, soaking up it's warmth. Voices could be heard echoing against the walls. The claps of thunder had awoken several students who were now reading or studying, trying to wait out the storm before attempting to return to their sleep. Car had a book open on her lap but couldn't force herself to pay any attention to it. Her wavy chestnut hair free flowing against her back and framing her face. Her blue eyes, mesmerized by the thrashing of rain that continually beat against the outside window she was facing. She was rather tired but, unable to go back to sleep for more than just one reason. She kept thinking about that note she received earlier "Meet me near the suit of armor on the third floor at midnight." -Your secret admirer.
She observed the time and realized the clock would strike 12 in fifteen minutes. She picked herself up and put her book away. Without making a lot of noise, she slowly made her way out of the portrait hole and into the corridors. Who was this secret admirer? She had butterflies in her stomach and they grew with each step. She was excited and anxious to finally know who had been sending her notes over the last two weeks. She couldn't wait. She was hoping that a certain boy she had been eyeing for the last two years finally noticed her and tonight they would finally tell each other how they felt. She passed dozens of pictures on her journey across the school, all of which were snoring in their portraits. She turned the corner and saw the suit of armor, but no one was around. She looked at the time again "5 minutes early" she whispered to herself. He's probably going to arrive right on time, she thought confidently, and stood around glancing in every direction, hoping to see his face.
Six minutes had passed and she plopped herself on the floor, a little disappointed. Had he been caught by a prefect or a teacher? She wondered, hoping that was the reason. She felt rather tired and sat herself against the wall, nearly nodding off. A flash of light burst in front of her followed by another, and startled she got to her feet and peered into the darkness. She hadn't even thought to bring her wand, how stupid of me, she thought. Another flash of light beamed straight for her, knocking her over and onto the floor. She felt a warm liquid substance against her neck and realized she had hit her head hard enough for blood to escape. She grasped her bleeding wound and tried to sit up. Dazed and frightened she scrambled to straighten herself up and began running towards the stairs, hoping to lose whoever it was that had singled her out. Howls of laughter could be heard all around her. Her eyes grew wide and let out a scream when she saw the masked figures ganging up on her. One coming at her from behind, another to her right, and the third around her left. She was trapped. Cornered. What would she do? Tears began to well up within her blue eyes and caused her face to puff up. She sank to her knees and covered her head, hoping it would all just disappear. Hoping that this was a nightmare. One of them shouted "Stupify!" and then everything went dark.
The next morning she opened her eyes and saw the celling of the Hospital wing; her head was throbbing and she began glancing around the room in a horrified expression trying to make sure they had not allowed her assailants inside. Madam Pomfrey rushed to her side quickly and began administering a healing potion and asked her kindly to lay her head back down. She had been in there since the night before and it was nearly 3pm. She relaxed a bit and closed her eyes again. Why would they do this to me? She began to softly sob and tears fell across her cheeks. She hadn't done anything to deserve this.
Two hours has passed and she entered the girls bathroom, her eyes fixed on a scratch that sat above her eyebrow, all that remained of the previous night. She tried covering it up with a strand of hair to no avail. She sighed and sat herself at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in a near constant state of anxiety, wondering who had attacked her and why. What did they have to gain? What was their motive?
(Cara Danby, 7th year Gryffindor student, age 17, heterosexual, 5ft tall, wavy chestnut brown hair, Muggle mother and Wizard father, adventurous, caring, self-sacrificing, modest, loyal, slightly eccentric, sweet, and sensitive. Enjoys attention but doesn't seek to be the center of it. Clara grew up as an outcast, but it never turned her bitter. She takes life one day at a time and aims to enjoy it. She loves meeting people but can sometimes withdraw due to insecurities. She has several secrets and doesn't care to share them freely. Some of her favorite things include reading, singing, making herbal remedies and potions, gardening, painting, and surrounding herself with nature. She absolutely loves birds; crows especially. Her patronus is a cat.) Use an OC or canon character, PG only, violence is fine, possible themes: adventure, romance, suspense, mystery.
She observed the time and realized the clock would strike 12 in fifteen minutes. She picked herself up and put her book away. Without making a lot of noise, she slowly made her way out of the portrait hole and into the corridors. Who was this secret admirer? She had butterflies in her stomach and they grew with each step. She was excited and anxious to finally know who had been sending her notes over the last two weeks. She couldn't wait. She was hoping that a certain boy she had been eyeing for the last two years finally noticed her and tonight they would finally tell each other how they felt. She passed dozens of pictures on her journey across the school, all of which were snoring in their portraits. She turned the corner and saw the suit of armor, but no one was around. She looked at the time again "5 minutes early" she whispered to herself. He's probably going to arrive right on time, she thought confidently, and stood around glancing in every direction, hoping to see his face.
Six minutes had passed and she plopped herself on the floor, a little disappointed. Had he been caught by a prefect or a teacher? She wondered, hoping that was the reason. She felt rather tired and sat herself against the wall, nearly nodding off. A flash of light burst in front of her followed by another, and startled she got to her feet and peered into the darkness. She hadn't even thought to bring her wand, how stupid of me, she thought. Another flash of light beamed straight for her, knocking her over and onto the floor. She felt a warm liquid substance against her neck and realized she had hit her head hard enough for blood to escape. She grasped her bleeding wound and tried to sit up. Dazed and frightened she scrambled to straighten herself up and began running towards the stairs, hoping to lose whoever it was that had singled her out. Howls of laughter could be heard all around her. Her eyes grew wide and let out a scream when she saw the masked figures ganging up on her. One coming at her from behind, another to her right, and the third around her left. She was trapped. Cornered. What would she do? Tears began to well up within her blue eyes and caused her face to puff up. She sank to her knees and covered her head, hoping it would all just disappear. Hoping that this was a nightmare. One of them shouted "Stupify!" and then everything went dark.
The next morning she opened her eyes and saw the celling of the Hospital wing; her head was throbbing and she began glancing around the room in a horrified expression trying to make sure they had not allowed her assailants inside. Madam Pomfrey rushed to her side quickly and began administering a healing potion and asked her kindly to lay her head back down. She had been in there since the night before and it was nearly 3pm. She relaxed a bit and closed her eyes again. Why would they do this to me? She began to softly sob and tears fell across her cheeks. She hadn't done anything to deserve this.
Two hours has passed and she entered the girls bathroom, her eyes fixed on a scratch that sat above her eyebrow, all that remained of the previous night. She tried covering it up with a strand of hair to no avail. She sighed and sat herself at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in a near constant state of anxiety, wondering who had attacked her and why. What did they have to gain? What was their motive?
(Cara Danby, 7th year Gryffindor student, age 17, heterosexual, 5ft tall, wavy chestnut brown hair, Muggle mother and Wizard father, adventurous, caring, self-sacrificing, modest, loyal, slightly eccentric, sweet, and sensitive. Enjoys attention but doesn't seek to be the center of it. Clara grew up as an outcast, but it never turned her bitter. She takes life one day at a time and aims to enjoy it. She loves meeting people but can sometimes withdraw due to insecurities. She has several secrets and doesn't care to share them freely. Some of her favorite things include reading, singing, making herbal remedies and potions, gardening, painting, and surrounding herself with nature. She absolutely loves birds; crows especially. Her patronus is a cat.) Use an OC or canon character, PG only, violence is fine, possible themes: adventure, romance, suspense, mystery.