Post by savannah rose ashford on Aug 8, 2009 3:47:56 GMT
some call it fate
some call it misery
"Why do I keep seeing this!" Savannah practically screamed to the empty dormitory. The other girls were down in the common room still. Savannah had passed them and they were leaving her alone tonight. Sav had been rather temperamental all day and the other girls knew that every now and again, Savannah would go up to their joined room and blast Frank Sinatra on the record player. They all hated the music and Savannah would never listen if they asked her to turn it down so, this was her escape route. She had a pillow jammed over her face and a waste basket next to her bed where the disgusting stench of vomit made her feel even more sick. She'd been having the same vision over and over again for the past 2 hours. It was of Caden Haven's parents fighting until his mother was killed. Savannah knew who it was by the clues. And, despite not knowing Caden tremendously well, she knew that it was him as a child in the vision. Savannah knew this was highly intrusive and this wasn't a vision she even needed! Why was she receiving this information? It made her sick. She'd felt it from his mother's perspective three times and dying, even if fake dying, was always tremendously painful for Savannah. She had to live again when she opened those icy Ashford Eyes.
She was crying and wanted to get away from herself. She turned up her music so loud that if anyone walked in, they'd turn right back around again and wouldn't notice her throwing up and sobbing. She tried to re-trace the events of the day and think when she'd even had enough contact to spark this vision. Well, there was potions class. They'd been partnered up to do an assignment and Savannah had been handing him a jar of liquid when this strange, fiery sensation had sort of passed between them. Savannah let it go quickly. It was Caden Haven! She couldn't feel anything for a damned Hufflepuff! Could she?
Savannah stood up from her spot on her bed where she'd been curled into a tight ball to hide herself from reality. She took a long breath and sat, perched on the edge of her bed. She wore a pair of dark gray sweats, a blue tank-top, and a Slytherin sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess and her feet were clad only in socks. She slipped into a pair of comfy boots and then checked a little mirror inside her bedside table's drawer. Her eyes were puffy and red but she'd already cleaned up her messed up makeup.
She moved across the room in one fast movement to turn off the music and then she grabbed her wand and headed for the door. She had to get out of there. It was only 8:30 PM. She had more than enough time to wander the dungeons where she could pull her thoughts together. Where she could figure out why, all of a sudden, Caden's past was becoming relevant to her own life.
Savannah had always been the type of girl who was self-absorbed enough to think that she was the only one who mattered. Well, her and her Lord. Why was she even busying herself with the thought of Haven? She tried to think of all her memories of him. They'd been in the same year and had classes together since they started at Hogwarts. They rarely spoke and they considered it occasional that they should even interact at all.
Savannah stopped at the end of an empty corridor in the damp dungeons of Hogwarts. She stood with her back to the wall and took a long breath. "What is going on with me?" She asked aloud. Was there some new development with this guy? Perhaps he had something to do with the war? Savannah hoped so because this wasn't normal. She didn't see things like this for now reason at all. At least the visions had stopped. Maybe she had only needed air. The disgusting taste of vomit was still in her mouth and even after wiping away all her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she could still feel her eyes filling up. She slid her back down until her butt met the floor and she pulled her knees to her chin. "Make it go away. Just for ten seconds of my bloody life. Let me be normal." She murmured and covered her eyes, praying no one would walk by. No one would have. It was late and this part of the dungeons was out of the way.
