Slytherin Commen Room

I changedinto my Pj's and got into bed my mind racing. I should have burnt the letter after I had finished reading it, not replying first that could have waited. I wondered in Blackridge had seen the letter. I hoped not, that wouldn't be a good thing. Not in the slightest. I turned over anf feel into an uneasy sleep.

I lay awake that night, trying to add some more piece together, just using my knowledge gained from the letter, and then previous knowledge from some history books I once read. So many things were fitting together. Now I just had to find the best way to approach the topic with Vena.

I woke up the next morning feeling unrested, I couldnt help thinking of the letter and how it had come from Blackridges direction. I was seriosly skin her alive if she had seen that letter. I was uneasily down to breakfast wondering what was going tohappen next.

I had woken up to find I was the last person in the dorm. I got ready for classes and walked to the Great Hall for breakfast, having not eaten since breakfast yesterday. That letter from yesterda ebbed at my mind, and I was still trying to figure out how to confronted Vena about it, without getting injured or killed.

~Diff time setting~
I had noticed Vena was headed in the same direction I was in the hall, but I didn't think we had the same destination. Apparently we did though. I sighed and laid on my bed, back to her, on my side.

I pulled out the book on my bed and sighed as I flicked through it I was going to take another trip to the library soon this book was compleat crap.

I heard her flipping pages to something, most likely a book, but I ignored it. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her right now, even though I had been a while ago.

I sighed and slammed the book down. Bored as hell. I smiled but I was in the mood to annoy someone.

"So what up?' I asked.

I was silent. I didn't plan on answering her, just ignoring the pain from the bruises where someone had bumped them.

Fine thendont reply. Hadnt she wanted to talk earlier?

I smirked as I imagined her annoyance at my silence.

I sighed. "When I want you to shut you dont." I muttered/

I laughed a little. "And you want me to talk I don't. Funny huh?"

"Not really but im as bored as hell and biology is even more boring then hell...so."

"That was sarcasm..." I muttered, turning over. "But yeah I guess it is boring..."

"Well this is fun.' Imuttered sarcasticly.

"You're the one who started talking then got all quiet," I replied.

"Your the one who wouldnt shut up then randomly stopped tlaking.'

"Well...you're the one who....so it's both our faults?" I ended up asking, train of thought disrupted.

"i dont know."

"Well what do you know?"

I said the same thing as before. "I dont know."

"That's basically the same thing as nothing."

"whatever.' I muttered lying back on my bed.

I sighed and rolled back over, so I was facing away from her, hissing as my back hit the bed and pain shot up it.