Shadow Green: Day Five and Six
Day Five
Draco lay there with his eyes shut on fifth day of being in the wretched and revolting cell. Hoping with all his might that the blinding but familiar gleam would shine through his eye lids, the disappointment of seeing nothing struck Draco hard. This had been the first day after officially meeting Nicole where she had not made some dramatic entrance. Or even an entrance in the first place.
Standing up with uncertainty, Draco felt the heat from the rare winter sun against his arms. Guessing that it was near 9 o'clock in the morning, Draco was quite sure many of the Death Eaters were already up by now. But where was Nicole?
Trying to put any brutal thoughtsof what happened may have to her out of his head; he made his way over to the brick wall Nicole that had put food into both days before. Just as Draco went to get the stone cubby to open, a door opened and slammed roughly from the end of his hall. Jumping slightly, Draco quickly departed from the stone and sat against the cell's back wall.
To say Marcus Flint was angry would be an understatement. He stopped in front of Draco's cell, with a boy not more than 18 at his heels. Once Flint caught sight of Draco, his eyes hardened even more.
Then he turned to the boy next to him and barked at him, "Open it!"
Scrambling to do what Marcus asked, the boy used his wand to open the metal lock. Pulling back the bars enough so Marcus could get in, the boy once again placed himself behind his superior.
"You think you're really cunning, don't you Malfoy?" Marcus hissed, taking a few steps forward. His shadow looked at the cell door, more than tempted to close it but his fear over through his courage and he too stepped forward with Marcus.
"I have no I idea what you're talking about. Maybe it's you that not as cunning as you think," Draco said calmly, while keeping the young boy in his vision range.
Marcus scowled, bending down to Draco's eye level, "You know bloody well what I talking about"
"Sir, maybe he doesn't know about her. Maybe she lied," the boy said quickly, taking a few steps back before saying anything.
Marcus shut his eyes, and took a deep breath, "Marseille, shut it!" he barked, looking back towards the boy.
Draco sat up straighter, staring at Marcus as he turned back towards Draco, "Who's she?"
Marcus rolled his eyes, stood up and stared down at Draco, "You know who she is. And trust me Malfoy, if you tell her anything....This cell will more of a resting place for you than anything else"
As Marcus left the cell, Draco watched Marseille close the cell door. But the look in his eyes gave Draco some glimpse of hope. Draco and Nicole weren't the only ones that disliked Marcus Flint.
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Day Six
The next morning, Draco once again hoped to find those big brown eyes staring at him with a smile etched into them. But once again, as he opened his eyes no one was in sight. Sighing roughly, Draco simply believe he was dreaming. There was no way Nicole really wouldn't show up. Nicole would have come if she could've. Why wouldn't she be able?
Draco had always believed dramatically slamming a door had always marked one's mood as they walked in. By hearing the slam, Draco seemed to be more afraid of the person coming in than anything else.
Draco wasn't the kind of person to gain fear of something he couldn't see. But this time was different. As the door slammed shut and foot steps came from the end of the hall, Draco couldn't have a bit of fear in himself. The pride that was taken away from him when fear was present was something Draco could not and wouldn't allow.
He quickly stood up, grabbing onto the bars and he watched Marcus once again stalk his way towards Draco's cell. Someone followed steps behind him with a tray of food in their hands. Although Draco couldn't make out their face because of the hood over their head, he could guess who it was.
Probably Marseille again, poor bloke, thought Draco, feeling the fear in his stomach more pronounced than anything.
"Morning Malfoy. You, give it to him" Marcus barked, nodding to the person.
As they bent down and took of the bread and water from the platter, their hood started to fall down. Though the person had no idea of what was happening to their hood, Draco noticed the start of brown hair. Marseille had blonde hair.
Once the person slipped the platter and food through the cell bars, the hood finally gave away as they stood. It wasn't Marseille. It was woman, who had dry tear marks on her fact, bruises all over and a her face was the color of a pearl. She took a few steps back, and the glow of light from other empty cells made her skin look even paler than it had. But her brown eyes still seemed normal. Full of hate and emptiness.
Draco gripped the bars tight, his fear vanishing from him. But anger towards Marcus replaced it. Although afterwards he thought many times about what he could've done, he did nothing at the time. He watched Nicole and Marcus leave the cell quarters.
Picking up the platter, he threw it, causing water to spill everywhere and the platter to crash to the floor.
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Even in his mad rage, Draco couldn't deny that by evening, he was starved. When he thought about it, he was hungry when Marcus and Nicole came as well. Maybe he should've saved that bread, not let it get soggy in the water. Sighing, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. His stomach gave a painful jolt, begging it's holder to fill it.
"We can't eat. We're stuck till morning" Draco mumbled to himself.
"You know, most people are considered crazy when they start to talk to themselves. Expecially those who talk to their stomachs" said a voice from near the front of the cell.
Draco's eyes snapped open, and he saw Nicole through the bars. She looked a bit better, like she had slept for a while. But just seeing her made a smile come across his face. He stood up, made his way over towards the bars.
"That's me then" he uttered.
She smile softly, but looked towards the ground for a second, "Look Draco...um....I'm sorry about the last to days. I wanted to come, I did...but they uh...they wouldn't let me. If it's any comfort I guess, I was over there the entire time" she said quickly, nodding towards the door across the cell. The door with the green light.
Draco nodded, "I suppose that's a bit better..." he said quietly, counting the bruises on her face.
Two.....Three......Four....
"Yeah so uh...I should probably um...." Nicole started to turn as she said this but Draco reached out of the cell and grabbed her arm to stop her. She winced slightly but turned back towards him.
"That door you were behind. It always has a green light there. What is it?" Draco asked.
Nicole straightened a bit, frowning, "It has a green light? You're not kidding, right?"
"No, why?"
"In 1818, this guy named Gage Marseille--"
"That boy. His name was Marseille" Draco said quickly, cutting Nicole off.
"Jimmy? He's technically in charge of this place. He's the great great-great-great-grandson of Gage Marseille. But he doesn't have any power over this place. I mean, Marcus isn't exactly the easiest to stand up to. For people like him and me. Anyway, Gage Marseille owned this place. It was his castle, no one else's. Gage had fallen in love with this woman, Nora. He had believed she was his soulmate. But like any beginning to a fairy tale, Nora didn't want anything to do with Gage and believe him to be lying. So to prove he was right, he created this spell. If casted upon any room or rooms, the spell would show the seeker of their true love which room their love was in. It uh..." Nicole paused for a second, glanced back towards the door and sighed, "It would show where the true love was by...by letting off a light. A green light"
She paused once more, letting those words soak in and then started up once more, "Gage had asked Nora to stand behind on the doors. Thinking that everything would simply be just a joke, she did as she was asked. He found her behind the door with the green light and she believed him. It was said that he uh...he never took the curse off the castle. And that it doesn't matter weather you seek your true love or not, it'll always glow just for...for you"
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Draco lay still that night, thinking about each word Nicole had told him. Before he had came to the Marseille Castle, he hadn't believed in anything like soulmates, something he always thought to only be in fairy tales. He figured because of his life being nothing like those fairy tales his mum had read to him, he didn't have a soulmate. He was too different to have one.
But now, the story. Things were different. Draco couldn't imagine the life he had before. Sure, it was quite good, but was it what he wanted? According to Marseille's old curse, he was on completely the wrong path. Now it seemed to late to change courses.
Draco lay there with his eyes shut on fifth day of being in the wretched and revolting cell. Hoping with all his might that the blinding but familiar gleam would shine through his eye lids, the disappointment of seeing nothing struck Draco hard. This had been the first day after officially meeting Nicole where she had not made some dramatic entrance. Or even an entrance in the first place.
Standing up with uncertainty, Draco felt the heat from the rare winter sun against his arms. Guessing that it was near 9 o'clock in the morning, Draco was quite sure many of the Death Eaters were already up by now. But where was Nicole?
Trying to put any brutal thoughtsof what happened may have to her out of his head; he made his way over to the brick wall Nicole that had put food into both days before. Just as Draco went to get the stone cubby to open, a door opened and slammed roughly from the end of his hall. Jumping slightly, Draco quickly departed from the stone and sat against the cell's back wall.
To say Marcus Flint was angry would be an understatement. He stopped in front of Draco's cell, with a boy not more than 18 at his heels. Once Flint caught sight of Draco, his eyes hardened even more.
Then he turned to the boy next to him and barked at him, "Open it!"
Scrambling to do what Marcus asked, the boy used his wand to open the metal lock. Pulling back the bars enough so Marcus could get in, the boy once again placed himself behind his superior.
"You think you're really cunning, don't you Malfoy?" Marcus hissed, taking a few steps forward. His shadow looked at the cell door, more than tempted to close it but his fear over through his courage and he too stepped forward with Marcus.
"I have no I idea what you're talking about. Maybe it's you that not as cunning as you think," Draco said calmly, while keeping the young boy in his vision range.
Marcus scowled, bending down to Draco's eye level, "You know bloody well what I talking about"
"Sir, maybe he doesn't know about her. Maybe she lied," the boy said quickly, taking a few steps back before saying anything.
Marcus shut his eyes, and took a deep breath, "Marseille, shut it!" he barked, looking back towards the boy.
Draco sat up straighter, staring at Marcus as he turned back towards Draco, "Who's she?"
Marcus rolled his eyes, stood up and stared down at Draco, "You know who she is. And trust me Malfoy, if you tell her anything....This cell will more of a resting place for you than anything else"
As Marcus left the cell, Draco watched Marseille close the cell door. But the look in his eyes gave Draco some glimpse of hope. Draco and Nicole weren't the only ones that disliked Marcus Flint.
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Day Six
The next morning, Draco once again hoped to find those big brown eyes staring at him with a smile etched into them. But once again, as he opened his eyes no one was in sight. Sighing roughly, Draco simply believe he was dreaming. There was no way Nicole really wouldn't show up. Nicole would have come if she could've. Why wouldn't she be able?
Draco had always believed dramatically slamming a door had always marked one's mood as they walked in. By hearing the slam, Draco seemed to be more afraid of the person coming in than anything else.
Draco wasn't the kind of person to gain fear of something he couldn't see. But this time was different. As the door slammed shut and foot steps came from the end of the hall, Draco couldn't have a bit of fear in himself. The pride that was taken away from him when fear was present was something Draco could not and wouldn't allow.
He quickly stood up, grabbing onto the bars and he watched Marcus once again stalk his way towards Draco's cell. Someone followed steps behind him with a tray of food in their hands. Although Draco couldn't make out their face because of the hood over their head, he could guess who it was.
Probably Marseille again, poor bloke, thought Draco, feeling the fear in his stomach more pronounced than anything.
"Morning Malfoy. You, give it to him" Marcus barked, nodding to the person.
As they bent down and took of the bread and water from the platter, their hood started to fall down. Though the person had no idea of what was happening to their hood, Draco noticed the start of brown hair. Marseille had blonde hair.
Once the person slipped the platter and food through the cell bars, the hood finally gave away as they stood. It wasn't Marseille. It was woman, who had dry tear marks on her fact, bruises all over and a her face was the color of a pearl. She took a few steps back, and the glow of light from other empty cells made her skin look even paler than it had. But her brown eyes still seemed normal. Full of hate and emptiness.
Draco gripped the bars tight, his fear vanishing from him. But anger towards Marcus replaced it. Although afterwards he thought many times about what he could've done, he did nothing at the time. He watched Nicole and Marcus leave the cell quarters.
Picking up the platter, he threw it, causing water to spill everywhere and the platter to crash to the floor.
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Even in his mad rage, Draco couldn't deny that by evening, he was starved. When he thought about it, he was hungry when Marcus and Nicole came as well. Maybe he should've saved that bread, not let it get soggy in the water. Sighing, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. His stomach gave a painful jolt, begging it's holder to fill it.
"We can't eat. We're stuck till morning" Draco mumbled to himself.
"You know, most people are considered crazy when they start to talk to themselves. Expecially those who talk to their stomachs" said a voice from near the front of the cell.
Draco's eyes snapped open, and he saw Nicole through the bars. She looked a bit better, like she had slept for a while. But just seeing her made a smile come across his face. He stood up, made his way over towards the bars.
"That's me then" he uttered.
She smile softly, but looked towards the ground for a second, "Look Draco...um....I'm sorry about the last to days. I wanted to come, I did...but they uh...they wouldn't let me. If it's any comfort I guess, I was over there the entire time" she said quickly, nodding towards the door across the cell. The door with the green light.
Draco nodded, "I suppose that's a bit better..." he said quietly, counting the bruises on her face.
Two.....Three......Four....
"Yeah so uh...I should probably um...." Nicole started to turn as she said this but Draco reached out of the cell and grabbed her arm to stop her. She winced slightly but turned back towards him.
"That door you were behind. It always has a green light there. What is it?" Draco asked.
Nicole straightened a bit, frowning, "It has a green light? You're not kidding, right?"
"No, why?"
"In 1818, this guy named Gage Marseille--"
"That boy. His name was Marseille" Draco said quickly, cutting Nicole off.
"Jimmy? He's technically in charge of this place. He's the great great-great-great-grandson of Gage Marseille. But he doesn't have any power over this place. I mean, Marcus isn't exactly the easiest to stand up to. For people like him and me. Anyway, Gage Marseille owned this place. It was his castle, no one else's. Gage had fallen in love with this woman, Nora. He had believed she was his soulmate. But like any beginning to a fairy tale, Nora didn't want anything to do with Gage and believe him to be lying. So to prove he was right, he created this spell. If casted upon any room or rooms, the spell would show the seeker of their true love which room their love was in. It uh..." Nicole paused for a second, glanced back towards the door and sighed, "It would show where the true love was by...by letting off a light. A green light"
She paused once more, letting those words soak in and then started up once more, "Gage had asked Nora to stand behind on the doors. Thinking that everything would simply be just a joke, she did as she was asked. He found her behind the door with the green light and she believed him. It was said that he uh...he never took the curse off the castle. And that it doesn't matter weather you seek your true love or not, it'll always glow just for...for you"
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Draco lay still that night, thinking about each word Nicole had told him. Before he had came to the Marseille Castle, he hadn't believed in anything like soulmates, something he always thought to only be in fairy tales. He figured because of his life being nothing like those fairy tales his mum had read to him, he didn't have a soulmate. He was too different to have one.
But now, the story. Things were different. Draco couldn't imagine the life he had before. Sure, it was quite good, but was it what he wanted? According to Marseille's old curse, he was on completely the wrong path. Now it seemed to late to change courses.