The Bogart
The sun was taking upon the skies and the white clouds, the students' chatters were echoed through the walls, everyone rushing to their lessons, but one specific laugh and voices were heard the most…
{P.MG.} BLACK! WILLIAMS!
Professor McGonagall’s voice was heard through the walls, mad and furious, the Slytherin and Gryffindor pulled their usual morning pranks.
Feet hit the floor, as thunders and strong pouring rain, laughs were trading after them as they tried not to fall from the run, both trying to get as far as possible just to not get caught.
The disgusting smell of garbage and dirty liquids could be smelled throughout the entire Hogwarts as the Slytherin’s uniform was no longer green and dry but brown and smelly and wet.
Let’s get back in time a bit to the moment of the prank.
[15 minutes before the run…]
The door of the great hall was opened as the silence reminded around and a few Ravenclaws got inside, after them dark green heads were getting inside the space and the silence was replaced with shocked and scared screams yet the Gryffindor table was filled with two people laughing so bad they didn’t even notice that a professor was following the path of laughs and happy voices that filled the air.
{E.W} Bella…
{A.B} Els…
{E.W+ A.B} RUN!!!!
And both were running Hogwarts grounds and running for their lives because the dairy of detentions the two held was full and didn’t have any more space for any new one to set themselves upon the written numbers on the paper.
The birds were making their way upon the pupils' heads and if it was a movie, the scene would be so beautiful and happy.
Two kids were running around the school trying to get away from detention simply because they had a prank pulled by the, and trying to be happy from a simple action that gave their lips a different shape as they both hid behind a wall as the professor and the prefects were running after them.
El held Bella close to his body trying to hide more of her so that she wouldn’t be seen, but as they both figured out that wouldn’t help much, so he did next
{E.W} So Bella, remember how you always wanted to know how it feels to kiss me?
{A.B} No I can’t recall ever wishing for something as this
{E.W.} well, then it’s your lucky day
And the boy’s lips were crushed to the curly-haired girl and they both went along. As her soft light red mixed with light brown, not small but not too big either, just the right way to have upon your lips, matching like a puzzle. His soft but a bit broken and dry lips with the sight of red touching the brown were kissing her once and making hm sigh into the kiss and lean more as the voices were getting closer. Pushing her against the wall, holding the side of her face and the only thing that could be felt for Black was the cold crushing her lips where the warm ones were a few seconds before.
His finger softly caressed her lips like they try to memorize their shape, the lips that a moment before was kissed liked if he’ll not kiss you now, he’ll never remember their taste, the way they move, touch, kiss, make you feel like you’re the only soul to ever fly above the universe.
It was everything you wanted but couldn’t have.
The professor and her soldiers passed successfully by them making the couple of friends become more invisible than the ghost of Hamlet.
{E.W} Fuck that was clo-
{A.B} THE FUCK?! WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT?! The voice of the Black member was heard as a loud whisper upon the stones.
{E.W} you should thank me, firstly, you figured out why people want me to fuck them so bad. And secondly, I figured out why souls wish to have a chance to breathe your air in so badly…. The smirk was to be shown upon his lips as the young Gryffindor rolled her eyes and got out of her friend’s cage of arms next to her head.
“I’m not one of those chicks you use as you want! You want me?” the known smirk was replacing the form of her lips and taking the place of the leader. A low cold seductive voice to be heard coming out of her mouth, “Earn me.” She turned and left and the ghost of her was placed in the place she once had her figure showing her most beautiful features.
The next stop to be seen is the class of Professor Lupin. The cold at the end of December
And the wind was whispering outside the windows of the class.
“Welcome back dear students!” Lupin’s manners were heard as he wrote on the board the next words; ‘A Bogart’. “didn’t we study it already professor?” a student from the front row asked, “yes Miss. Granger, you are right. As always it may seem. But I’d like us to resume back to it”.
The students were forming a line behind Lupin who stood in front of the black-brown cupboard.
“Miss. Granger step aside please, do you remember the words?” asked her in a whispered tone and the answer was clear, because how could the brightest witch of her age.
“Yes, professor I remember the words” “well, then take the lead”.
The cupboard was open, and the boggart was shown. A line of her all loved once dead but staring at her without a move.
“RIDIKILES” Hermione shouted the words, and the line went on and on.
A boggart of a spider was shown, the death of your loved one, a big bird, darkness but the scariest was hers.
Arabella Black was facing nothingness.
You may ask yourself, ‘what does that even mean?’ well, do you know this phrase when people say; “you should fear those who fear nothing, and not of those who fear something. Because a human being, can’t fear nothing”.
Well, her boggart was nothing. The figure disappeared and nothing, but quiet whispers and a whispering wind were heard. The room became cold, but nothing was in the room.
The class was becoming darker and darker, and the girl was standing there, without a nerve moving inside her system.
Everyone was frozen in fear of what they saw in front of them. A short witch, that seemed to everyone like the nicest soul on earth, having her fear fearing her.
The fear fear the Black. That’s how you would describe it.
“RIDIKILUS” the professor shouted and brought comfort to the room, but no one was back to comfort. She turned around seeing all those fearing faces, shaking forms of students, they all fear one thing. Her.
That was the moment Lupin and everyone knew, she was hiding something. And it was dark, very dark and deep.
“Class dismissed ill see you in the next lesson. Have a good day, fellows! Miss Black, please care to stay behind?”
The class was emptying itself and it was left with two souls, one that was breathing, and one that was not.
{L.P} how are you, Miss. Black?
{A.B} Why, thank you, professor, I can assure you I am completely fine. Everything you needed to speak of?
{L.P} Yes, your bogart actually. That was an interesting one, we saw nothing Arabella like there is no fear in you. Is that correct? Or maybe you found a way to get over the affections and attraction of the bogart to your fear? Chocolate?
{A.B} Firstly, no, thank you but I do not wish for chocolate. And to your other two questions sir. No, your eyes didn’t trick you, you saw no fear. And no, I didn’t find a way to get over the attraction and meaning of the bogart, after all, isn’t it supposed to reflect over biggest and darkest fears?
Her smile was replaced with a smirk and the look in her eyes looked different to Remus, why does it look so familiar to him…
{R.L} Well, it could be because of sir-
The floor was cold and his arms were screaming in pain as they were pulled up by the chains while every part of his skin was replaced with crimson instead of the tan skin that was always known to the eye of the crossing.
His back was all cut by the magical knives that tortured him for hours. Their laugh is still ringing in his head as he begs them to put the wand down and let him go.
After six months you’d think a person would give up, well, not Sirius black.
Under him was a pool of blood, his blood, the only noises to be heard were his faint breathes, the drips of the blood re-filling the pool each time, again and again… never stopping… not for a moment, but for Sirius it was much more. The loud noises never stop, and memories and the laughter of his girl and boyfriend never left his mind.
She entered the room, her heels knocking on the floor and her slick hair in a tight bun. A Black long-sleeved dress upon her body and dark makeup cover her features.
{?} Well son, long time not seen?