Thread: The Ravenclaw Rebel - [ Temptationist x Gashnaw ]

I had always had a good instinct, and a heightened intuition. My mother always told me it was because we were Gypsy - and the mass of racism and danger that title has put us in allowed us to evolve to be alert and conscious beyond the normal limitations of an average wizard or witch. She always used to prophecized about how Gypsy blood were naturally closer to the dead closer to the other realm and that we could border the spiritual border between life and death. I never really believed her until strange events began to happen as a child, and as I grew into adolescent, I was convinced I could see the dead. Despite this, I could also sense the living when they are around me. I could sense intense emotion and often had a feeling about what was on their mind, although I was not a mind-reader. This enabled me to determine that someone was following me, or at least behind me. A burning sensation overcome me and I quickly turned around, only to come face to face with Professor Snape. I jumped - startled - and looked away as I came to realize that this could be bad. I swallowed nervously but tried to maintain a strong stature. You scared me. I grinned, trying to avoid contact. Snape said nothing, he just stared down at me, giving me the classic Snape look that everyone dreaded. Finally, his deep voice emerged, Just what... do you think... you're doing, Miss Willkins? He dragged his words, making his dark figure all the more terrifying, but an encounter with Professor Snape was nothing new to me. I had learned to embrace and even understand the darkness of his character, and I had unlike many others a deep profound respect for me, as he did I. My heart started to race, hoping this wouldn't be the end as he opened his mouth to speak. I interrupted him, I have too. I stood for this firmly, gazing up at him intently. I have too. I sighed, looking away as I shook my head lightly. She's sick. I admitted, only allowing a second of a pause before continuing. She will die unless I care for her. My eyes returned to him, I will never forgive myself if I allow that to happen. I swallowed again, I'll never forgive you. Although most felt Severus Snape was a heartless and cold being, he wasn't as empty as the common perception. He stared down at me intently, as if debating the situation but then finally making a decision You have an hour. No more. No less. He turned from me, and without another word, headed back to the school. The average person would have had points removed, suspension, or even expulsion, but Snape had a soft spot for me. Mainly because he knew my family, and could relate to their discrimination amongst his own out-casting. He also liked my determination, and my papers. Nevertheless, he was serious when he spoke of an hour. It was all I had, and it was certainly what I was going to use. I turned to continue my way into the Forbidden Forest. Several minutes passed before I found the area. There before me lay a Thestral with her head down and her body limp with exhaustion. Although she was lying down she was not comfortable, nor was she in good shape. She was fighting a raging infection from an attack. It had been a harsh battle for the entire week. Luckily, I had found some potions and ingredients that I felt confident would boost her immune and disinfect the injury. Still, I feared she had already gotten too sick and that it might already be too late.