Post by reasons on Oct 14, 2008 7:47:14 GMT -5
Though the day was young, the air and sky said otherwise. Everything was dull and darkened. All the spirit from years ago had died away. Nothing was as it should've been, but ofcourse, things are never what they seem now that Bellatrix is gaining power all the time. During the summer holidays, Gabriella and her friends were split up for their own safety by the orders of the few Aurors. Nothing was much worse than being torn away from your friends at a time like this, nothing.
Gabriella had tried to stay as strong as she could until one day, she couldn't handle not knowing what was happening to their freind's lives. They could be captured for all Gabreila knew, ofcourse she was in an orphanige and no Death Eaters knew about her whereabouts and she was perfectly safe, but Gabriella wasn't paying a speck of attention to her safety. And so, in the middle of one very cold and windy night, Gabriella escaped her home and set off to find number 12 Grimmauld Place.
The task was never going to be hard, Gabriella had grasped the skill of Apparating and Dissapparating so well that she had some sort of habit of appearing and dissapperang around the place she called home as she pleased. So, Gabriella stopped just round the corner, knowing that who and what she was abandoning was probably her only safety, but she had to see her only friends. And with all her might, she concentrated on the street which she was told her friends were living and fianlly spun into the end of the street, looking onto a set of houses, all the same shape and size.
With a deep, slow breath, Gabriella took one step forward, as though she was walking on the moon and then began to walk quickly, her footsteps like gunshots, echoing around the whole street. And she found the house's she was looking for. Number 11 and 13. She knew that somehow there was number 12 in betwen them, camouflaged by magic and Gabriella had the odd feeling that someone was watching her from the window of number 12...
Gabriella had tried to stay as strong as she could until one day, she couldn't handle not knowing what was happening to their freind's lives. They could be captured for all Gabreila knew, ofcourse she was in an orphanige and no Death Eaters knew about her whereabouts and she was perfectly safe, but Gabriella wasn't paying a speck of attention to her safety. And so, in the middle of one very cold and windy night, Gabriella escaped her home and set off to find number 12 Grimmauld Place.
The task was never going to be hard, Gabriella had grasped the skill of Apparating and Dissapparating so well that she had some sort of habit of appearing and dissapperang around the place she called home as she pleased. So, Gabriella stopped just round the corner, knowing that who and what she was abandoning was probably her only safety, but she had to see her only friends. And with all her might, she concentrated on the street which she was told her friends were living and fianlly spun into the end of the street, looking onto a set of houses, all the same shape and size.
With a deep, slow breath, Gabriella took one step forward, as though she was walking on the moon and then began to walk quickly, her footsteps like gunshots, echoing around the whole street. And she found the house's she was looking for. Number 11 and 13. She knew that somehow there was number 12 in betwen them, camouflaged by magic and Gabriella had the odd feeling that someone was watching her from the window of number 12...