A Callous Halloween

[Aleyha Snow]

Out of Character: Special Halloween

Administrator approved, before there were ID numbers

Dressed in a lame costume, Aleyha was almost out of her mind by now. Fenrir was trying to get Aleyha to hurry and to what she felt was right in her own opinion. She wanted to be a Death Eater when she was older. She wanted to be like Salazar Slytherin, and she looked up to Lord Voldemort when he was alive. How Prodan found out about that, she did not know nor did she care. Right now, Aleyha entered the Halloween Feast with everyone else, and one would say that her costume was a little extreme. She looked like a desperate housewife with a black cloak on. She had fake blood all over her hands and her mouth. She looked legit, but her red eyes swirled with hidden hatred. Blonde hair cascaded down her back and she turned her eyes around those that were dressed up. Other people were dressed up, cute and funny or scary and gory. It was interesting, but Aleyha herself was in a mix between scary and cute. Theodore would have loved her outfit, probably threw on a blanket which was why she wore a black cloak over her dress so that she could at least pretend to have a stable mind. With those times of being told that she should not speak to her snake, because it was considered evil, it was bound to drive someone insane. No one seemed to care as well. She wanted to speak to Theodore and Cassandra, but both she knew were too busy with their own lives, and she did not know how to contact her father because there was no telling where he was anyway. What was an albino to do about this all? Aleyha felt someone shove by her, well, more or less just touch her as they brushed past, but Aleyha swirled around, her eyes flaring, and she hissed, "Watch it, moron!" Only her red eyes went up, and up to see a grown man. Great.

 

[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Dressed up as a football player back in a muggle high school, Professor Prodan Zhefarovich looked pretty good. Sunglasses decorated his face and he smiled from the staff people, before he got up to get the pants because silly him, he had forgotten to get the football jeans that had the pads in them in order to look authentic rather than just wear a jersey and jeans. Why would anyone do that? Prodan was walking through the crowd of the students, his sunglasses shining and reflecting the lights of the jack'o'lanterns. Prodan was smiling right now, because he was rather happy, who wouldn't be? Of course, he was a little concerned over Aleyha, but he had been there for a bit of her life, and loved her like a daughter. Many times, he had asked her to move back in with him and Austin, and Cecily and their children, but she seemed to really hate Cecily. He would never really understand, no matter what. He gently brushed against someone as he walked by, but he stopped where he stood when he heard her voice. His silver eyes landed on Aleyha and he raised an eyebrow. He lowered the glasses, and he smiled a bit, "Aleyha, careful. Please, don't insult professors, and you make sure you behave yourself. But please, take your pet back to the dorm." That snake was around her shoulders, as per usual, but there was something different about Aleyha. "Do you need to talk about something, Aleyha?"

 

[Aleyha Snow]

Aleyha was not wanting Professor Zhefarovich to even ruin her night. Oh how she loathed him right now. Her anger was building, coming from many places. Aurors for harming her father, Prodan for neglecting to realize that Aleyha is just not the good angel she used to be, Lily for running her mouth that one day, and her boyfriend and sister for leaving her all alone. Aleyha stroked Fenrir and she narrowed her eyes at the professor. She muttered, "Not too sure if someone who teaches muggle sh*t counts as being a professor, but fine. But take Fenrir back to my dorm? Afraid I might live up to being Slytherin's heir and make him attack a mudblood and kill him or her?" Aleyha glanced up and down Professor Zhefarovich as if his very being disgusted her. Aleyha sneered, "I'm done talking to you, Professor Zhefarovich." Aleyha turned on her heel and started to walk off. Her own skin color had changed from a brilliant white to a color that seemed like a paled red, from her anger and her blood boiling. She couldn't hold in her anger much longer.

 

[Prodan Zhefarovich]

Prodan just raised his eyebrows when Aleyha completed smarted off to him. But what she said was just unacceptable. He shook his head and wondered what to really say to her. He pointed out, "Miss Aleyha Devearux! That is not anything to kid about. Nothing was funny about that situation at all, and nothing to joke about." Prodan did not think that she was being serious but apparently she was. Prodan did not know what else to say really. But then again, he was kind of cut off from what happened next. With her pale skin no longer white as snow, Prodan had no idea that he had managed to push Aleyha Devearux too far.

 

[Aleyha Snow]

That had done it. Aleyha's final buttons had been pushed when Prodan said that. The Parselmouth paused in her tracks, and she slowly turned her head to face the professor. Her eyes swirled violently, like blood spilled. Fenrir crawled down from her neck and perched himself on the floor. Aleyha could not even hear his coaxing. Aleyha just lunged, her legs bending and then springing right on top of the professor. Fists were flying, her screams filled the Great Hall. Blood was flying as well, but it was a one sided fight. She knew that he would not fight back and he wasn't. Even after the older professor lost consciousness. Aleyha did not care anymore, her anger was fully coming out, her face red and her hands covered in blood, her knuckles bled as she had shattered the glasses on the professor's face. This was bound to get her into deep trouble, for attacking a professor, but at this point, she had lost it completely. No more was she going to be kept down for something that she believed in, something that she was determined to be. Aleyha felt someone's hand pulling her back, but she fought against the force. She wanted more blood to be spilled, and she fought as long as she could. But it was no use at all. She was being dragged off.

 

[Kalif Styx]

Kalif was not in any way celebrating Halloween, but he was at the staff table anyhow to observe over everything. He glanced over into the crowd, and he noticed something. One of his Slytherin students was being rather disrespectful to a professor, but before his very black eyes, he saw that she was attacking him. Only one he knew had that type of hair. Aleyha Devearux. He rolled his eyes and thought that she would end up misbehaving one of these days. It was in her system, but he figured that she would end up attacking a seventh year, but not a professor. He rounded up Roman Ivo, because this was a serious matter. Kalif went forward, and he dragged Aleyha off toward the Headmaster's office. He figured that another professor could handle the unconscious Prodan on the floor. He dragged the albino off, easily, no matter how hard he fought. This about does it. He was almost positive, this was her last night here in Hogwarts New Zealand.

To be continued...