Sunday, 29 July 2007
12:40:41 AM (GMT)
The train slowly stopped. My eyes opened from daydreams to a flickering light
and murmurs. My cat’s arched his back and hissed. I’ve never seen Piglet act like
I looked up. My twin friends, Fred and George Weasley, were looking out of the
compartment. I got up to see what the deal was when the train took a quick lurch
forward. I fell back to my seat, as well as the brothers. The sliding door slammed
shut. “Bloody-“ Fred started, but I slapped my hand over his mouth. “Shush!”
I warned him, as a black cloaked figure pasted our compartment, the lights going off.
You could see the cloak dancing around the character, like it was a ghost of some
sort. As it floated by, it looked in our compartment. Where was its face? This
ghostly figure’s robes seemed to mix in with where its eyes and nose should
be. A lipless opened mouth was the only feature visible.
I was too intrigued by this phantom to notice George whispering my name. “Lizzie.
Lizzie… Lizzie!” Fred gave me a little nudge. In unison, the Weasleys tilted
their heads towards the window. Ice formed on the borders and made its way to the
center, completely covering it with frost. “Wicked,” the twins chimed. I rolled
my eyes and remembered the phantom. My head snapped back in the direction of the
door. The deathlike figure was gone!
I stumbled out of my seat and opened the door silently. I stuck my head out and
looked around.I looked behind us and I saw the dancing cloak coming out of another
compartment. Suddenly, a blinding light chased it away, leading it straight towards
us. This ghastly character flew by our cart, the lights coming back on as it went by.
The door slammed shut once again, making me fall to the train floor.
I fell butt first, leaving my head for last. As soon as my head hit the carpeted
floor, it involuntarily lifted again; the pupils of my eyes dilated. If you took a
magnifying glass and put it over my eyes, you could see pictures that were going
through my head instantly: Hagrid crying, Hermione punching who seemed to be Draco
Malfoy, figures going in the Womping Willow, then coming out again. There were two
men, one with scratches on his face. Suddenly a mutated and deranged face of some
creature filled my head. I heard a devilish scream before I saw the train ceiling
again and my pupils shrunk again.
“Wicked,” the twins chorused, staring at me. “I love it when that happens,”
exclaimed George, noticing the routine to my fortunetelling. “Oh great Madame
Langer,” Fred joked, “Tell us what you saw!” My red-headed friends then
kiddingly bowed. I laughed and rolled my eyes, telling them what I foretold.
Next time: A Familiar Friend Appears
Last edited: 30 July 2007