Poison

[Larissa Sedgwick]

The castle was filled with music and light, the sounds of laughter and the gleaming, happy eyes. It was a ball, and it seemed that they had them here, too. Most students were down in the hall, dancing and having a good time as the night wore on, some were in the corridors, kissing. The general party atmosphere, the celebration before students disappeared to their homes, or spent holidays together. The castle was dark and silent in most parts, the faint boom of music could be heard, and the occasional couple would pass the black corridor, giggling and running off. Nobody noticed the girl sat in the darkened corridor, looking out with her pale blue orbs, at those who walked into the amber glow of the next corridor over.

Larissa was not happy. Happiness and good fortune, had always been a rarity for Larissa, but she scarcely let herself feel those emotions. She simply would not allow it. The distant drumming and the sound of a singer screaming his lungs out, was all of the wrock music that Larissa could hear. It was nearing midnight, and the students would have to stop the yule celebrations. But while they were all dancing in the hall, crowded in together with heat and light and sound, they couldn't have seen the snow falling outside the window, they couldn't have heard it pattering faintly on the rooftops, against the glass.

Larissa pressed her nose to the window, looking out; back in New Zealand, they were lucky if they got frost, or rain, even. It had been years since she'd lived in Europe, and the weather was strange, again. Her deep sigh went unheard, as she continued to stare. It was only the sound of something glass, which made her turn in her perch at the window's ledge. Her eyes stared round to the even darker corridor, too blocked by the light to focus. However, she didn't fail to notice something rolling along the floor. It stopped as it hit her feet, and Larissa, picked it up. It was a glass vial- part of a potioneering kit. Larissa stood up, looking over the the direction of the light, the sound, the blaring music. She looked back to the pitch black corridor. It was silent, yes, yet it seemed to call to her. And Larissa, unthinking of the possible consequences, not even taking out her wand, walked curiously into the darkness. "Hello?"

 

[Sunako Koshiba]

Sunako hated this time of the year already. Too much joy, too much maryth for her go out even in the calmer of days. The night of the Yule Ball, after scaring the living daylights of one of her classmates Sunako sunk into the shadows where she belonged. This was a corridor not often used by most of the students because there was a tendency for the lights to be blown out by the occasional wind that swept by it. This was an interesting factor only because there where no windows anywhere down this hall way. Sunako at the time was experimenting on a set of tarantula that had been given to her by her cousin Hoshi. Hoshi had a great love for animals Sunako on the other hand thought them as tools for her experiments.

The vile of revised genetic poison that she was working on slid out of her robe pocket and rolled away on the floor. Sunako went after it leaving the green and slightly dead looking spiders to stay on their webs. Through the hair that covered her face from under the hood of her robes she could see a golden haired girl stepping on the vile. "Could you give that back Veronica I don't have the energy to feed you to werewolves today." She said silkily. Veronica and Sunako had started to be involved in a strange sort of friendship but this didn't stop Sunako from taking out a bad day on her.

This girl looked so much like Veronica that Sunako had mistaken her for the sort of, maybe friend. The longer she waited for the girl to respond the more she realized that the girl was not Veronica. There was a strange sort of pull to her that made it seem like any male in any room she walked into would instantly turn to look at her. Sunako could feel it even though she was, in the basic of forms, female. "Apologies." Was all that came out of Sunako's mouth though it didn't seem by her tone that she meant it at all.

 

[Larissa Sedgwick]

Larissa had not, in any way, anticipated the response she got, yet the voice spoke a familiar name and Larissa thought back to that girl she had met in Divination- the one who had looked so much like her. Still, it was a strange reply, and one which made a slight smile creep up on her face. The girl proceeded to apologize.. Well, sort of, and Larissa raised her eyebrows, looking sarcastic. She handed the vial back to the girl, not at all intimidated by the face she had been lurking down this dark corridor.. Alone.. With a vial.

Larissa was not intimidated by odd behaviour, no, more intrigued. "I'm Larissa," she said, offering a hand, even after a brief consideration of what this girl could possibly be like. "Larissa Sedgwick- just transferred over from Hogwarts in New Zealand." She was wondering how long it would be before she could drop such an intro.. Or any intro. Larissa, in part, wished that she could be back at Hogwarts, just for the fact that everyone knew her, there. Well, the Quidditch, too. The sport was something she desperately missed playing.. Perhaps she could join a team here? Or, maybe, she could just organize her own team? The more she thought about it, the fonder she grew of the idea. The distant music was almost silent as it fell back to a slow, chilled out waltz. She could just imagine all the couples littering the hall and corridors, doing what couples did best.

Larissa sighed, thinking now of not only Quidditch, but of Mark, too. Perhaps he could take her to a match, some time? Perhaps, once she had turned seventeen, they could become a proper couple? For now, she could only dream of the day. Her mind clicked to her birthday. It was her seventeenth; she would have to do something special. Maybe Mark would let her have a ball at his place?

 

[Sunako Koshiba]

Sunako looked at Larissa hand for a moment then walked off with the vile in her claw like hands. "I wouldn't if I where you. I've been handling potions all evening. Something would could transfer." She said. her voice smooth as deadly silk. Sunako went back into the darkness, her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the moon outside which came in through cracks in the wall, and went back to the pail frail looking spiders. "I'm Sunako Watanuki by the way." She called back in case the girl had not followed her.

Sunako opened the vile and put her finger on the cap. She tilted it then tilted it back. She then started to drip little bits of the poison with the very tip of her unnaturally long nail on to one of the pail spiders. The spider seemed to suddenly come back to life and reach for the drops of poison as if they where flies. A strange sort of calm loomed over the corridor. Something like the calm before a storm.

"Hogwarts in New Zealand." Sunako said just barely braking the silence. "My cousin Hoshi goes there for school. I was meant to go as where but I tried my best fail." She said again low and smooth. Sunako had not wanted to go to Hogwarts this year. If it where up to her she wouldn't even be at Drumstrang. She would be at home studying dark magic on her own. Her parents wanted her to be the glowing little girl she had been back then. There no chance of that now. Now that knew the glories of the dark arts.

 

[Larissa Sedgwick]

Larissa had stood for a moment, watching Sunako walk away. She decided to follow, suddenly intrigued by the girl's name. Larissa had chosen to forget that stupid boy she'd met on her first day, that one with the same last name as Sunako. Larissa watched the girl doing something with the vial, but she couldn't quite see what. At the mention of Hoshi, Larissa turned paler than usual, missing her friend, quite a lot. "Hoshi was brilliant," Larissa spoke, sighing inwardly, "we had a lot of fun.. Throwing bubotuber pus over Hufflepuffs, was one of the most amusing ideas I've ever had.. And it was thanks to Hoshi's fiery attitude." Larissa smirked, catching up to Sunako.

"I take it that you are not much like Hoshi?" She asked, though she secretly hoped that this girl had some elements of her cousin. Although, her question was almost answered when she realized what Sunako had been doing with her vial and the spiders. Hoshi loved spiders, and Larissa had enjoyed the pranks that the pet tarantula had been used for. It was obvious to her that Sunako lacked Hoshi's respect for animals, in favour of experimentation and most probably, the thing that Larissa loved anonymously- power.

 

[Sunako Koshiba]

Sunako gave no sign that she was either happy or upset that Larissa had followed her. She was to absorbed in her test subjects to really care about the world around her. That and leaning that the girl was connected with Hoshi made her back off of any things that she might of said or done. Larissa was ok in Sunako's opinion, someting that she didn't say about most people. "I would suppose so. My cousin has a light about her that I will never understand. She is of the darkest blood. My masters until Hoshi-sama comes to clame me." She said her head bowed lower. Though Sunako still suffered from the pain of the mental training that she was put through, Sunako was pretty much loyal to the Koshiba over all Hoshi.

Sunako let out a dark chuckle at that. "That would depend on what you mean like Larissa-sama." She said while slipping a hand across her bangs. She allowed Laissa a rare look at her pail, sun-depived face. Sunako looked like a darker much more dead version of Hoshi. "In apperance they say that could he Hoshi-sama's exsact twin. In personality we are the darkness and the light." She said as she let her long stringy black hair ripple across her face again. There was a good reason why Sunako never let people see her face. In Sunako's opinion she was as ugly as a slug and twice as replusive. She worked on the repulsive part though. There was nothing less atractive to Sunako that a crowd of people around her.

 

[Larissa Sedgwick]

Larissa caught a glimpse of Sunako's face, yet she did not recoil: Larissa did not see anyone as truly ugly, unless their personality shone through. She liked the mystery to Sunako, the way that the hairs on the back of her own neck, stood up a little. The more she heard of the girl, the more obvious the differences were between Sunako and Hoshi, and the more sorry for the girl, Larissa felt. Perhaps she shouldn't have felt pity, perhaps that life would have been better for more to lead? Part of Larissa told her that it would have been easier to live her life without her mother, but then, would Larissa have been who she was if she hadn't have lived with the stupid witch for so many years? For a moment, Larissa tried to imagine a world where everything was different, where she had never lost her father, where her mother had died, instead. If that world had existed, she would never have met Grakul or Mark and she probably would have been a little angel.

Though Larissa still missed her father - more and more everyday - she found the thought of being that other girl, almost intolerable. Would her father have moved on and re-married? Would she have had a new mother.. One who she loved? And then, of course, her brother would still be around. She avoided thinking about Davmorn as much as possible. After all, it was her fault that Mark had sought out her mother, that the fight had happened. It was Larissa's soul that should have been ripped. She shook her head at these thoughts, wondering if it was the lack of sleep causing her to think more. She had the urge to just walk away and say no more, but Larissa decided to stay for a couple of minutes. The distant, echoing giggles of students sneaking off, were starting to get on her nerves. "I wish someone would just kill those idiots."

 

[Sunako Koshiba]

Sunako gave Larissa credit for not backing away when she saw her face. It was a face that could make people scream in terror. This was maybe because of the rumors that Sunako had been given the Demetor's kiss which she would practice on anyone who looked at her. The rumors that had sprang up about her where laughable to say the least. Sunako loved that the people of Drumstrang like the people in Tokyo lefter pretty much alone. Sunako heard a pair sneak off into their corridor and the silent calm suddenly turned into black energy.

Sunako whipped away her black robes followed her as if she where really gliding instead of walking. She seemed to be making a set of clicks with her tongue towards the wall when the frail looking spiders hung. They didn't regain their color but they moved skidding off the wall in a bit of a zombie-ish sort of way. There was no way for Sunako to know how to make Inferi yet. It was spell and magic that had long alluded Sunako but she would find out how eventually. Until then she would stick with taking animals to the brink of death then bringing them back as her slaves.

Sunako lead them over to where the giggling had come from and then let them sink into darkness. "No one gets out alive." She said her voice soft, smooth, and all together bone chilling. The kind of voice one would hear echoing through a haunted house.

 

[Larissa Sedgwick]

Larissa could feel the sudden change in atmosphere, and she watched as Sunako seemed to glide away, making a strange clicking noise at the walls as she went. And yet, Larissa was not frightened. A little intimidated, maybe- which was rare for Larissa. Sunako certainly was a strange one, but with a certain, dark charm. She had no doubt that this girl was capable of great things, unlike the other boy she had met, whom she assumed to be her brother: Kyouhei, in Larissa's opinion, was all talk and no bite. He had threatened her, unarmed her and threatened her some more. Larissa saw it as weak, that he should have to disarm her, regardless of the fact that she hadn't even touched her wand.

Larissa, without a second thought, folllowed Sunako through the corridor. She said nothing to the girl, but listened to her words, falling deep into her own thoughts. She was thinking about Mark, again. She was always thinking about Mark. Thankfully, he no longer seemed to invade her thoughts during her lessons, meaning she could concentrate on getting the work done. She was thinking about the future, about how she would like to spend it, and, most importantly, whom with. She hoped that she stood a chance at becoming a Death Eater, her secret ambition, but she wished to become a Professor or something she found interesting. Perhaps there was a place at Durmstrang, for her, once she had finished as a student? But what would she teach? The Dark Arts were her passion, but she was fantastic at Charms, Transfiguration, Divination, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions.. The list went on. How could she narrow it down to one subject? Larissa would have to think on that, later.

She considered leaving Sunako to.. Whatever it was she wanted to do. Still, it was fascinating to see the girl killing spiders, reviving them, and commanding them. Larissa almost wished that she could do that, but she decided that she wanted to devote her time to other such things. Larissa remained silent, watching Sunako with curiosity.

 

[Sunako Koshiba]

The annoying giggles of the couple that had stubbed upon the wrong set of hallway where soon regretting it as the giggles turned into screams as the zombie spiders went in for the attack. Sunako cackled to herself. "Better sound track don't you think?" She asked again in her low smooth voice. One of the spiders under her command came back to her along the ground. Sunako put her hand down so it could crawl onto it and showed the white dead looking thing to Larissa. "The poison I used on them takes them to the brink of death. Bringing them back from that fring is the main thing. Once they come back they are twice of poisonous but very loyal. Quite a useful gift that my cousin made to me don't you think?" It was clear that there was a note of amusement in Sunako's voice.

The students would die of course, it would be difficult for Sunako to explain what had happened to her class mates if she killed them. They would suffer though. Greatly while they where in the Hospital wing. Sunako knew in some small part of her mind that she had not made herself known to anyone but Larissa but the giggling had annoyed her. Larissa to had seemed annoyed. "Do you think me cruel for this?" She asked Larissa as if asseing what the other witch was going to do now that Sunako had shown an example of how twisted she was. Sunako was the kind of person that would prefect poisons of people if she could get the chance to do so.