"What the.....huh?" she asks more to herself than others. It was then that she noticed her surroundings. She slowly spins around in a circle to take in the room and the people, but keeps her senses alert just in case. The people she notes are all wearing robes, with symbols on them. They are separated in to four tables, which she finds a little odd, but what she finds almost amusing is the......well they had to be ghosts. Then she looks up and finds that there is no roof, but a sky with candles. Then she tries to comprehend that the pictures are moving? This would be so cool, if I knew where the hell I was.*
"Excuse me young lady," some one interrupts her musings. "If I may ask, who are you? Where are you from? And what business you have here?" The person asks.
She just looks at him even as he glares at her. *Wow!, He looks so much like Dracula, I mean what with the dark looks and all. I mean has he even heard of a shower* She similes a little at her own thoughts and replies,
"Well first," she draws out the words, only to make him face sour even more. “Who am I, huh? Well I would be a person? Where am I from? A place that isn't here. And what business do I have here? Well I don't know, considering I have no idea where I am." She answers sweetly, which only serves to make him angrier and everyone else amused.
"Answer the questions right you insolent child!" He almost shouts, but his voice is strained with anger.
"Why should I answer someone who can't even control his own anger? Who never told me who he is or where is her anyway!?" She retorts forcefully. She doesn't let anyone in the room know that she is very exhausted from the fight she had just endured. Even as she sways a little she still stands her ground. She knows by the vibes he's giving f that he is good, but has been tainted by evil.
"Maybe you should give the girl some space until she has been well rested from her fight," an old man interrupts. He is also wearing a robe, but she could tell he is trust worthy and takes a liking to him instantly. “My name is professor Dumbledore and I am Headmaster here at Hogwarts School for Witches and Wizards. Please show the young miss to her quarters for now," he directs this last comment at the dark looking teacher she had been having fun with earlier.
"Thanks, D.D, and I'm....." was all she managed to get out before she was knocked out from exhaustion.
"Severus," he says in a quiet voice that rings throughout the entire room and with authority. "Would you take the young miss to her quarters for now? We will question her when she is fully rested, but for now we wait."
"Of course," He says with the young lady in his arm and walk swiftly out of the main hall. He is plagued by a million questions that he wants the answers to now, but will have to wait for.
A/N: Sorry it's been a while, but life was not kind to me in the last little bit and I was unable to write for a while. I had to deal with a lot of things like death, but I won't bore you with the details. I am hoping to get past the mild writer's block I have at the moment. So if there is anything you want to happen just let me know and I will see if it fits and at least think about implementing it into the story. R&R!!