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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Silence. It was heading towards three am and Necrocilla was still awake and still reading. It was hard to Cilla to get any sleep when so much had to be done and in so little time. Books were scattered around her and from all different subjects, from history to charms she had five years worth of catching up to do and she was determined to get through it in just under two weeks. She thought that was ample time to know it as she had been pushed to learn just a little less in less time. The only one keeping her company was her spider friend Calli, who was fast asleep on her shoulder.
The light from the fire was enough for her to read the tiny print in the books and enough to keep her warm. With one book in her hand the other had her wand, twirling it in her fingers, fingers now itching to try out a couple of spells. She would be the first to admit that wizards were not all that bad, that didn't mean she would get along with them, just giving them credit where it should be given. Most spells were useful while other were nothing more then an illusion of desire...love spells who needs them?

Just as she was about to try out a levitation spell she felt a tug on her sleeve, she hadn't heard anyone come down from the dorms which left her with one conclusion, a spirit. Letting out a sigh as she turned to see what she had already been thinking, it was a teenager no older then herself.

"You want rest don't you?" Her voice soft as she was afraid that someone would wake up and come down to see who was here, meaning she would be interrupted. Something she hated more then hating know it all wizards. As the spirit nodded she placed the book down and reached over to her bag pulling out a small jar of white sand.

"Try and keep it quiet, I don't want to be interrupted. For anyone who would have been there it would have looked like she was talking to herself. Standing up she began pouring the jar of white sand on the floor making symbols on the ground, if she sent this spirit to the other side then that would be one spirit less bothering her during the day. As she continued to pour the sand she ended up doing one symbol wrong, frustrated at herself she let out an irritated growl.
"d**n it!" She yelled, she hadn't been thinking and now she was sure someone would come down.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius had woken up not too long ago. Of course like always when he would wake up, it was nearly impossible to go back to sleep. Unless of course he was actually exhausted. He looked around the room noticing everyone else's sleep was undisturbed. They were all hidden behind their hangings and he let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes a few forgot to close their hangings and he would wake up in the very early mornings and see the oddest things. Without even thinking about it he pushed himself out of bed and walked over to their table with water. Maybe drinking some water would help him to get to sleep. Maybe. He watched almost dazed as he let the water trickle slowly into the glass which he had just turned right side up. It was enchanting the way the bit of moonshine shined on the water making it sparkle as it pooled into the glass.

Setting the pitcher down he grabbed the now half filled glass of water and paced a bit. Being as quiet as he could. The last thing he wanted was for one of the guys to wake up and have a complete fit for being woken up. That too had happened before. He brought the glass to his lips and took a long measure of the crystal fresh water. He gulped the water hard, actually making it painful as it went down his throat. He had just heard someones voice from somewhere down in the Common Room. Unless some girl was in another guys dorm. A smirk appeared on his lips at that thought. But he knew it wasn't that. The voice seemed to come from the Common room. It didn't seem he would know that for sure, it was just a feeling he had that someone was down there.

He quickly crossed the space from the door back to where the table that held the water was. He set down his glass of water. After that walking over towards his bed and pulling on a plain light blue t-shirt. Then pulled on some shorts as quickly as he could. He usually only slept in his boxers. But no way was he going to go down there with just that on. Now looking a bit more appropriate... what if it had been a first year down there. He woudn't want them to faint in surprise. He quickly snatched up his wand in extra precaution. He was taught to always carry his wand with him, no matter how less the situation seemed. He made his way to the common room as quietly as he could. From there he could see a girl with sand before her. Was she upset that she dropped sand on the floor? He had to admit, he was a bit weary. He had just noticed who it was.

It was the girl that wasn't really a witch. She specialized in something else. He couldn't quite remember. He was curious though. "Is everything alright down here?" He asked in his usual low steady voice as he walked completely into the common room and began making his way towards her. "Couldn't help but overhear." He said with a faint of a smirk on his lips. How could he have missed that little outburst. Especially when he was awake. If he had been sleeping, he doubted he would have been able to hear her. Unless she was much louder than she had been. He looked down at the sand and noticed it seemed to have certain figures to it. So she hadn't just dropped sand. He looked up at her from looking down with his eyes showing all that was needed to be said. Curiosity.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Dark eyes shot up at the direction of the voice, she could only make out the figure of someone and the voice instantly told her it was a boy. Yes she used the term boy around these wizards as she didn't see that any of them could actually be a man, she had seen them at lunch and through class. However, this one seemed to be a little braver then the rest, coming down into the common room at night when she was a little angry. Scratch that, Cilla's fuse was close to being completely out and ready to explode, her temper was shorter then most but she had put it down to the insomnia she had. No sleep tends to make anyone angry, Cilla more so. Rolling her eyes at his question she knelt down and placed the jar beside her, pulling out her wand which was made from bone and marrow she pointed it at the symbol she had done wrong. She also wasn't going to apologize if she had woken him, she felt no need to for if he really wanted his sleep he would have just gone back to bed and not come down in investigate.

"Of course everything is fine." She replied with bitterness in her voice, mumbling a word in another language which began to change the symbol to what she wanted it to be in the first place. Swapping the wand for the jar she then stood back up and began making a circle around the symbols she had just done. As she looked over at her guest she noticed it was a fellow sixth year, Scorpius Malfoy if she remembered correctly from role call earlier in the day. He wasn't like the others, he did study whenever she took the time to look up from her notes, but then again he was a wizard. Then thats when she saw it, curiosity in what she was doing. The corner of her lips twitched, as though they were itching to smile, if he was curious enough to stay perhaps he was curious enough to learn. With that thought in mind her anger did seem to die down a little, after all when it came to one of her dreams it was converting wizards into doing Necromancy.

"Curious?" She raised an amused eye brow but continued to pour the sand until there was an almost perfect circle on the floor. The jar now empty she moved over to her bag, placing it beside her bag she then pulled out a bundle of dried flowers, ones that grew naturally in her home city. Turning away from Scorpius and to the spirit, holding up her finger letting him know she would be with him in just a moment but first she would have to make sure that her guest wouldn't interrupt as she would pay for it.

"I'm sending a spirit to his rightful resting place, I'll answer your questions but when I start don't interrupt me it will be bad for the both of us if that happens." She was trying to be a little more open, but it was hard for in the back of her mind kept saying 'he's a wizard' and at the same time trying not to scare him off from the forbidden art. However it was the truth, well nothing would actually happen to him she just didn't was to suffer the payment for half sending the spirit, after all that was how few undead creatures came to be in the first place. Removing the binding that kept the flowers together she began to take one at a time, crushing the dried petals up in her hand and dropping them just outside the circle of sand.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Rolling his eyes with the smirk being more prominant on his face he chuckled to himself lowly. She obviously didn't want to be bothered. Two possible choices were running through his head. Either to go back to bed and ignore this encounter and possibly give her a chance to act civilized later on. Or stay and annoy her even more if possible. When he was younger that is what he would normally do. He would stay and just be around that person to mess with them. Hardly ever giving the person the space they so desperatly wanted. But Scorpius was much older now, and surprisingly much more mature than he used to be. "If you say so." He replied in a careless fashion. He would stay to see what she was doing, then he would most likely head off to his dorm and hope for sleep to come. Again, he knew that would be nearly impossible for him. Especially if he saw something that would wow him. But it was always worth a shot. Sometimes thought, he would go back to sleep.

As he continued to look at her, he saw the faintest changes in her expression. It went from annoyance to almost blank. Then he saw amusement. He couldn't help but look at her with even more curiosity. Of course he would answer her one worded question. "If you must know, I am curious." He admitted looking down at her nearly perfect circle. Something he normally didn't see was probably going to happen. He took another step forward and watched her put away the jar she had in her hand by a bag. Then looked as she pulled out dead flowers. He wondered what the flowers were for, He was never one to pay too much attention to Herbology. If that class even ever mentioned the flowers. He moved his gaze from the dried flowers back to her. Opening his mouth to ask what was with the sand made into Runes. Which he managed to figure out. Not that he understood them. He just knew a Rune when he saw one. His Ancient Runes class wasn't a waste after all.

But before he could even form the proper question she spoke up on her own. She hadn't even heard the question he was about to ask. But she answered a major part of his question. He heard the Demand in her voice to not disturb her. When he even thought about questioning it she answered yet again. It could...No, Would be bad. "Alright." Was his simple one worded response. His mind was currently swimming with questions about her actions. More questions about what she was doing. Why she was doing it. And what were the possibilities that he didn't feel like experiencing at the moment. With these questions that were the loudest in his head, were accompanied with a few other questions that he didn't pay too much attention to at the moment. He was determined for answers. He had a hopeful feeling that she would give them.

He watched silently and out of her way as she had requested. But still payed rapt attention to what she was doing. She was crushing the dead flower petals in her hand... Of course. Another ingrediant as he had guessed. He watched as they fell slightly scattered outside of the circle she had made out of the sand. This wasn't potions. But it made him think of the subject. What she did. Did she have to do it in a certain order? He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at what she was doing. Wondering what would be next. Would she pull out another ingrediant. Or chant... or what? The only thing he knew was that he was definitely enthralled by what was happening before his eyes. And would continue to be... Unless the great expectation he had for it, wasn't all that great. He stood in silent wonder.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

This would be her first sending within the walls of Hogwarts, she had done some research on the school and had found no spells that would stop her from performing this ritual. For that's what it was, a ritual, not one where a sacrfice had to be made, no necromancy had come a long way since those dark days. When the last of the petals had been crushed and spread around she threw what was left in the fire. The flames turned to a light blue and seemed to stay that colour for a short while before turning back to the natural red and orange flames. Hearing Scorpius' reply to her warning she gave him a thankful nod, It was almost ready just one more thing to do...

That's when she felt something move on her shoulder, she had completely forgotten about her pet spider Calli, who had just woken up. Thankful that her dear friend had woken up she held out her hand for her friend to crawl onto. Calli was just a little smaller then Cilla's own hand, she didn't know why people found spiders to be so frightful. However Cilla had grown up around spiders as many flourished within the walls of her home town. Heading over to the fire place she opened the empty jar and placed her friend inside it, here she would be safe and wouldn't be trodden on.

"Its starting very soon..." Her voice was soft and she pulled something out of her bag, concealing it up her sleeve as she headed to the middle of the circle. Kneeling down she turned her attention away from the fellow house mate and to the spirit, she was hoping that he would realise she wasn't talking to him but to the spirit. The last thing she wanted him to do was disturb the sand and crushed dried petals she had laid out.

"Stand here..." She watched as the spirit did what he was asked and moved over towards her, as he stood in front of her she pulled out a small dagger that was concealled in her sleeve. One that had been concealed from the teachers as she needed it for this reason and this reason only. Quickly looking back at Scorpius a smirk on her lips.
"Don't run off scared now, its starting..." With the blade against the palm of her left hand she pulled her other hand back quickly and once the blade was away she closed her left hand. Her eyes had been closed and Cilla flintched from the pain, that was one reason she didn't do this often. Red liquid seeped through the creases of her hand, this was going to stain the carpet but she would fix it up. Perhaps next time she would do this outside, it would save her from cleaning.

Cilla opened her eyes and stared at the spirit, dropping the dagger she clapped her hands together before slamming them on the floor. The instant her hands touched the floor the symbols she had drawn with the sand faintly began to glow. However for Cilla it wasn't bright enough yet for it to be over. Softly she spoke in another language, for in necromancy this ritual was delicate and if the one performing it spoke too loud it would have to start all over again. As she repeated the same few sentances over and over the glow changed into a steady and brighter glow.

Even though Cilla was the only one able to see this spirit, it would only take a few more seconds before Scorpius would get a glimps of this spirit. This was the only time she had proof to others that she wasn't insane and was talking to no one. She coudn't explain why other could see spirits when this ritual was performed and maybe one day she would figure that out. However, she wouldn't worry about this at the time being there was something else more important.

It all happened in less then a few seconds, the light seemed to fill the room and it would be at this point that the spirit would be seen. He was a boy no older the Cilla, dressed in robes and the colours from Gryffindor. There was a peaceful look on his face as he was beginning to blend in with the light, he was being sent away, he was escaping limbo. Then the light from the sand moved, a circle of light moved from the ground and hit the roof above Cilla, it stayed only for a second and it was gone. No spirit and only light from the fire. It was more of a light show then anything else and once Cilla had seen it once it got old fast but probably not to an outsider as no wand was needed for this to be performed.

"Enjoy...the light....show?" Cilla managed to say inbetween breathes as her breathing was at a rapid pace. Her head hung down and she looked at the carpet, sweat covered her face and dripped onto the floor. This drained her more then she thought, she would more then likely get sleep tomorrow night because of this. Slowly she brought her head back up to see if Scorpius was still in the room.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

He saw the spider on her shoulder a second before it began to move. He wondered if she was afraid of spiders or not. He had begun to lift his wand to remove the spider off of her but when his eyes turned a fraction of a centimeter to look at her, He noticed she was holding out her hand. So she wasn't afraid of them. He lowered his wand from the low height he had it before. His grip never loosening from his wand. He watched with a slightly surprised look on his face. He hadn't expected the spider to oblige and walk to her hands. He watched her walk over and place the spider in an empty jar. So it was a pet then. Unless she was going to hold it in a jar until she was finished and decided to take care of it later. He shook his head a fraction of an inch. That probably wasn't it. Or maybe she needed it for something else later on. He continued thinking, wondering what that spider was to her.

Scorpius was usually observant. And being observant he was also analytical. He liked to come up with the answers on his own. Although he was wrong plenty of times. He twitched slightly as his body wanted to jump the moment she spoke softly. It was spoken softly, but to him, it was loud as he had been consumed in his thoughts about the spider. Maybe he payed too much attention to little things. He now watched her pull something else out of her bag. He had strained his eyes to see what it was, but never saw even a speck of it. She was definitely hiding it. It didn't stop him from straining his eyes slightly to try and see what it was. It was pretty much torture not being able to speak. He wanted to ask her about the spider, and more importantly. What she was hiding up her sleeve. He watched with his mouth slightly apart as she turned away from him.

His eyebrows shot up reaching his bangs. Normally his bangs weren't long enough to reach his forehead and over. But he had just gotten out of bed and his hair was dissheveled slightly. It was most likely sticking up at odd angles. It was spilling over his eyes in a slightly unplesent way. But that he couldn't tell as he had much more interesting things on his mind than his hair. She had spoken. Asking him... No. Maybe something else. She wasn't facing him, and he thought maybe she would turn around and repeat if she was talking to him. He looked at her slightly hesitant, still debating whether she was talking to him or not. His eyes were already glued to her so he noticed when she turned around for a moment. He saw the smirk on her lips. Then his eyes sought out the knife... no, Dagger in her hand. He frowned at her slightly. Wondering what the hell she was going to do with it.

She spoke once more. Again, he wasn't sure whether she was talking to him or not. But he knew whatever she had said, she needn't have said it. He had been planning on staying to watch what she was doing. Even if it did manage to scare him a little. He was yet to be scared, but he eyed the dagger wairly. His suspicions confirmed when he watched her slice through her hand. He saw her flinch, the way her body had lurched slightly forward proved to him that she was hurting. He was about to walk forward and yank the dagger away from her hand. Demanding why she would do that, Especially in front of someone else. If she felt like mutilating herself, then she should do it privately and not where there were witnesses. But before he could even move forward. She dropped the dagger she had been holding, and had used to slice herself.

He watched in shocked fascination as she brought her hands together in a clap. And then slammed them onto the floor. So it was part of the ritual she was doing. His mouth opened a slight bit more as he looked at the light that seemed to be coming off of the symbols. This was definitely interesting to him. She hadn't even used a wand for this! It was just a few symbols, and ingrediants... Including blood that allowed this to happen. He moved as quietly as he could so he could see her face more clearly. He wanted to know what she was doing. Not kept wondering as he looked on at her from the back. He could not hear anything she was saying. If she was saying anything at all. But he could see her lips moving as if she were speaking. Whatever she was doing, it was making the light much brighter than it had been before.

He wanted to know what she was saying. He even began to strain his ears to hear what she said. Hoping she would get a bit louder so he could hear. Weary to bother her like she had warned him not to. He didn't move closer to her, where he was positive he would have been able to hear her, and then probably understand what she said. But she never spoke any louder and the light grew brighter very steady. It was very obvious she knew what she was doing. And not showing off like some other people claimed she was when they brought up the difference in her than others. He looked from the bright light to her face. She was concentrating. That he could tell. It was the most obvious and probably most normal thing he was used to at the moment.

He let out a choked noise from his throat. Not loud enough to get over to the girl before him, but loud enough for him to feel the slight vibration in his throat. He could see a figure now. It had been very faint in the beginning, but then began to take a shape of a human. And not an adult, but someone around his age. Only from the clothes that the spirit was sporting, proved that the spirit belonged to Gryffindor, and not Slytherin. He watched entrapped in what was happening before him. Watching every single detail as it happened one after another. He could even see an expression on the spirit. He strained his eyes to look closer. He seemed to be content or something along those lines. He watched as it began to blend with the light that she had conjured out of ingrediants earlier.

He saw the light which was coming from the sand move. It seemed to be moving from the ground to upwards. He didn't dare blink in case it all dissapeared before his eyes. He wanted to see everything happen. He watched as the light now hit the ceiling right above where it had been before. It hadn't so much as shifted an inch from it spot, just moved straight up from where it had been. He wondered if something more would happen and he continued to look with more attention than he ever had before. But it was gone. It had all dissapeared, faster than it had appeared. The spirit and the light. They were gone. She had sent them away. But why? Another question he would have to ask her. Whether they bothered her that she sent them away. Or somehow, they requested it.

He continued to look. Thinking it had mostly been lights. But lights none the less, it was a very interesting experience. Mainly, because none of it was done with the help and guidence of a wand. He turned his gaze from the ceiling to look back down at her as she spoke. He furrowed his eyebrows in slight concern. Her breathing wasn't normal and he could hear it. Obviously this took strength out of you or something. He watched as she let her head just hang there as she stayed on all fours and continued to breath irregularly. That was when he rushed forward without even answering her question. He would definitley answer it later. But now, He was only thinking of getting her off from the ground and into a much more comfertable position.

The moment she looked up and found him he reached down, without even thinking that she would probably reject his help. He grabbed her around the waist as he hauled her up in a few short seconds. The moment he pulled her up and held her close so she wouldn't fall. He wasn't sure if she could stand on her own, but if she could. He would allow her to pull away if she wanted. That was when He noticed the sweat on her face. She definitely did not look so good. He wondered if it were for the best if he were to take her to the Hospital Wing. "I enjoyed the light show alright." He murmered as he continued to look at her in concern. "It seemed more than a light show to me though." He added as an after thought. At that he remembered her hand and how she cut it.

He looked down to where she had placed her hands and noticed a blood stain on the carpet. How were they going to ever explain that if they found out it was her that did it. "How are you feeling?" He asked automatically as he looked up back from looking at the ground, His eyebrows still furrowed in concern, and his eyes showing curiosity as well as the concern he was feeling. What had just happened?

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Cilla had been pleased with the ritual, not only had she sent off a spirit she had a guest whose curiosity would get the better of him some day and he might just want to learn. Might, it wasn't definate or a hopeful thought at that. She would have to do more of these rituals, so she wouldn't get as tired, however, Hogwarts had little supplies for her to keep doing this. Also her time was limited with studying other subjects as well as keeping up with ehr necromancy.

She tensed up when she saw just how close he was to her and she could have sworn her eyes grew when he touched her. Cilla had never been one to get close to someone physically, it wasn't like that back in her town. Unless it was a ball then she would prepare herself for it but this, this was sudden and completly unexpected. Even if she performed this at home no one would do what he was doing, because they all knew what would happen and how tired she would get. They would stand back and watch, give a few compliments then leave, this was so she would get use to relying on herself and not others. Usually she would have stayed on all fours for an hour or so until she found the strength to move. So when Scorpius picked her up by her waist and held her so she wouldn't fall she found herself lightly taking hold of his shirt with her right hand. Just to make sure she wouldn't fall or incase he decided to let go. Letting her left hand just hang down by her side, there was already a mess on the floor, she wasn't worried about a few extra drops of blood.

This was an uknown situation to Cilla, she felt ackward and vulnerable. Mainly because if she wasn't weak from performing the ritual she would have cursed him for touching her, her wand was on the floor somewhere and in her state wouldn't have helped her anyway. She hated feeling vulnerable and Cilla had no idea what to do. The only thing she could think of was getting herself to be able to stand by herself as soon as she could. For some reason, him holding her, gave her comfort. No, she couldn't think along these lines, studies first and second her people. She wouldn't allow herself to waver toward a wizard, she just couldn't.

Finally, she heard his reply to her earlier question. At least she was able to impress, for once a necromancer had seen it, it bored them to watch afterwards. The corners of her lips turned upwards into a smile, not a smirk or a grin, just a plain and simple smile.Thinking of home was helping her calm herself down and even relax her a little but still remained some what tense. Her breathing not as heavy or rapid, it was slowing down and for a second she stopped. She wasn't expecting a wizard to say what he said let alone care about a necromancer. In truth she thought she would get passed the year without conversing with anyone. That was only wishful thinking. Maybe he was just checking to see if she wasn't going to fall ill for then he would have to explain why her hand was cut and the blood stains on the floor. Breathing again she paused for a few seconds before repkying to his question.

"I'm Fine...This....this is normal afterwards." She stated, as she turned her gaze up to Scorpius' eyes. She could see the curiosity in his eyes, wondering how she did it, why and propbably how often would it occur. If any of them were questions running through his mind, she would answer them, as she promised. Also there was concern, she didn't understand why would he be concerned for someone he had only met once? Wizards were sure strange creatures.

"What are you...looking at me...like that for?"

[Scorpius Malfoy]

He raised an eyebrow at her. So this was normal? She actually thought this was normal. He could have laughed at that if it wasn't he was afraid of letting her go and watching her fall. That wouldn't be too good. "If you say it's normal." He muttered in disbelief as he began trying to walk towards one of the couches. That proved to be a little difficult as he looked down at her clutching to the front of his shirt. He felt a wave of pity flow through him and quickly pushed it away. Pity never helped anyone. "I'm going to go set you down." He warned her. He didn't want her getting frightened. "And why I'm looking at you like that?" He repeated her question. "Well, It's not everyday I see someone go from snapping to dropping." He admitted with a slight frown on his face.

"Don't move too much. I don't want to drop you." He mumbled more to himself than anything. He didn't usually just pick up people like nothing. But he could pick up people. A second later he hoisted her up in his arms. In a bridal style fashion. He chuckled slightly as he began to walk as quickly as he could towards a couch. The longer time he took, the higher possibility he might drop her. Reaching the couch he set her down and stood back. Letting his breath out slowly. "And you cannot tell me that others don't look at you in concern when you look so wiped." He said making his way to one of the arm chairs. He couldn't say why. But he prefered those better. It gave a better sense of personal space... A personal bubble he normally demanded. He grinned momentairily at her. The looks that flashed through her eyes amused him.

He had a feeling if she was in any condition to curse him. She would have done it in a heart beat. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked now unsure what to do. Sure, as the oldest out of Four he was the one that took care of the younger ones when they got a random cold. His father was busy. Scorpius knew that, and somehow didn't hold it against him so much. He knew his father was just like the rest of them, a bit lost and confused. The thing was, he knew how to take care of people. He just needed to know what made them feel better. Something that conforted them. He didn't know if that worked with anyone else, but it sure worked with his younger brother and sisters. "I dunno. Something that could probably help you." He shot out, In a way. Trying to get her attention off of him carrying her. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach he would regret it one day.

"But we need to do something about your hand." He said matter of factly. He just didn't like the idea of leaving a cut open. Scorpius wasn't too surprised at how he was reacting. The first time he did he was frightened. He hadn't a clue why he was rushing around the house trying to find something to make the bleeding stop. His brother Alex had cut himself when he was younger and was crying. Crying was always a discomfort to him. So he was more than Greatful that this girl was not crying. He didn't carry anything with him that he would normally need at home to tend to an open wound. "Maybe I should take you to the Hospital Wing when you feel better... You know. Manage to walk on your own." He grinned at her for a moment.

"And while we wait for that." He continued still looking at her. "We could spend some of the time talking about what you just did." He suggested. "What was that whole... ritual for?" He asked. "I could have sworn I saw somebody... something in the middle of the ring." He admitted, wondering if he had gone insane. Shaking that thought out of his head, he continued. "You know, Just a few questions about what I saw. Just to make sure I wasn't imagining everything." He told her. "Not that I could probably imagine that... That was a bit odd." He finished slightly hesitant.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Cilla heard his mutter, shaking her head slightly at his disbelief. This was normal, it was something an outside wouldn't understand unless they learned. The energy it took to perform it as well as safely sending a spirit to the other side would make anyones breathing rapid, as though they had just run a cross country track and sprinted the whole way. That was how drained she was, but hopefully over time it would become easier as the years passed. As he repeated her question she didn't have to wait long for an answer. So a small part of him was worried, she opened her mouth to tell him not to worry however he spoke again.

She was more then pleased to hear that he was going to set her down, this closeness was ackward and she honestly preferred a bit more distant between people. As he warned her not to move she did as she was told, the last thing she wanted was to fall to the ground and hurt herself more then just the cut on her hand. As he picked her up she couldn't help but raise an eye brow at him. Bridal style didn't seem appropriate at the moment or at any moment for Cilla. However, he did get her to the couch and once he sat her down she let go of his shirt. As he moved away Cilla used what energy she had to get comfy, laying her bleeding left hand in her lap. That when she heard him speak again and her head shot up, frowning at his comment.

"You don't know my people very well if you think that." She replied, people didn't tend to get attached to others, it was a form of weakness and none of her people wanted that. They wanted to look strong to others, not weak. That was when she was relieved that no other necromancer was around. She would have shattered the hopes of her people, she had to remember never to speak about this part to her father. As he moved over to another seat. She was thankful for the space again and thankful he distances himself away from her. She felt as though she had room to breathe again, her personal space restored she was now able to relax on the couch.

"No there is nothing I need." Cilla could be open about necromancy and her people to anyone but when it came to her personal life, she would speak very little of it. She didn't mind telling others why she was here but her thoughts and feelings, she could never be that open not even to her people. So when it felt like he was pushing the issue she frowned at him then remembered her other compainion that was still locked in the jar. "Actually could you bring Calli over to me? I don't want to keep her locked up in the jaw for too much longer."

As he mentioned her hand she looked down, closing her eyes she let out a small sigh. She needed to do something about it, especially when he mentioned about taking her to the hospital. She didn't feel like explaining to the nurse that she had to do it, the headmistress probably wouldn't like the idea of her conducting necromancy within the school. That's when she ripped the left sleeve of her cloak, using her teeth to brake the fabric she tore enough away to wrap up her hand. It took time but she managed to loosely tie the fabric up and cover her bleeding hand.

"No hospitals, no offence ment but I don't trust wizards that much." She was still learning about the potions they had, if she didn't know what ingrediants where in it and what it would do, she wouldn't take it not even if her life depended on it. "So you saw someone?" She asked. Finally the subject had turned away from her well being and onto the subject she was passionate about.

"The ritual was to send a restless soul to the other side. Opening up a gateway between our world and theres and also making sure that nothing comes back out. You didn't imagine anything, you saw a spirit that has remained hidden from wizards and its those type of spirits that I see on a daily basis. Most of them ask for it and I do what I can when I can. Don't tell me that was all you were planning on asking?" Her smirk appeared on her lips again as she waited for his next set of questions.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

“I thought it was obvious from the very beginning that I didn’t know anything about what you were doing… So I don’t think I would know much about how your people are.” He said with a slight shrug. It was the truth. He knew next to nothing about her people. So probably to her annoyance, he would most likely ask questions she didn’t even think were good enough for answers. He himself had had moments such as that, so if she would think somewhat like others. She would probably react the same way. But he still found it difficult that others wouldn’t help. What was up with that? “So I guess I still have a lot to learn.” He said with another shrug. She was absolutely right. He knew hardly anything on that subject.

Scorpius could see her physically relax as he created more space between them. There was another person who demanded their space. After a couple moments of asking her if she needed anything she finally decided to ask for Calli. Whatever a Calli was. But he did recall her putting a spider in a jar, and she asked for something that was in a jar. That only left the spider. So getting up and walking towards the jar with the spider inside he wondered whether he should just take out the spider and give it to her like that. Or take the whole thing. Spider and Jar. You never knew how one’s pet would react to another person. And he was in no way prepared to be attacked by a spider today.

So in a swift movement he had the jar in his hand and had turned around to walk back and hand the jar over with the spider. Reaching her he handed the jar out for her to take. There is where he decided to speak once more. “I did see someone.” He repeated once more. “But for your information.” He mirrored her smirk. “Once I’ve started asking my questions. There’s hardly and stopping it.” He continued to look at her. “Though I’m going to stray away from that for a moment.” He warned mildly. “Why is it that you don’t trust Wizards?” He asked curiously. “Haven’t you ever been surrounded by them?” He asked. She had spoken earlier that she didn’t trust Wizards and he wanted to know why. It wasn’t everyday that he heard something like that. He was always surrounded by Wizards and was rarely around any muggles.

“You see.” He stepped back now. Walking back to where he had been seated before. “I think I would get all of what you have done with a little background information.” He spoke as he sat slightly slouched in the chair. “So I’m prepared to hear whatever you have to say about it. I’m quite interested by it… and. Kinda want to know whatever I can.” He pulled his wand back out and set it on the arm of the chair he sat in. “Also… You can do magic like any other witch and wizard can right?” He asked curiously. He was more interested now in what she could do. He had seen… experienced that she could send spirits to their rightful places. So what more could she do?”

{So Sorry this post was crappy!}

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Taking the jar from him she placed it in her lap, it was good to have her companion back with her. Reaching in Calli began to climb up her sleeve, once she was out of the jar, Necrocilla placed it beside her. Picking up Calli she placed her companion on her shoulder, Calli's favourite resting spot. Now Necrocilla felt more relaxed and could answer his questions a little more openly. As he spoke she looked up at him seeing him smirk back at her. She thought he might be just as cunning as she could be with the smirk he showed her. Today was going to be an interesting one at that, she wondered what would come out of this conversation but she would ahve to play the waiting game to find out.

Cilla thought the subject had been changed for good, so when he brought up about her trust for wizards she held back the normal remark she would ahve given. Afterall, he still had his wand and was trained more with spells then she was. Letting out a sigh it looked like she was going to have to explain a lot, but if it widened his eyes to the situation at hand it could benefit her in the end. More questions rose about if she could do other spells, so not only would today be interesting but a long one at that.
"What I'm going to tell you, you won't find in any history books on the surface but I promise you, its all true. You see it began with Merlin, he accidently killed two people, a miss fired spell. The child survived and she also had a gift for magic so Merlin, trying to undo his wrongs took the girl under his wing. Her name was Necrocilla and she was the first of our people, as she learned the forbidden art. When Merlin found out he gave that art a name, Necromancy naming it after Necrocilla he also cursed Necrocilla but that curse isn't important. Over time more people began to learn necromacy and wizards who couldn't do it began hunting down our people and killed them. So they did what anyone would do, they fled and lived underground. Away from wizards, away from everything on the surface.

She paused for a moment, she was in one way lucky. A few days ago she had seen the sky for the first time, a few days ago she felt what it was like for the rain to fall on her skin. All this beauty that she had only dreamed about and wished to see and it was this same beauty that wizards took for granted. They fought with one another, making the land around them twist to their demented dreams. She was sure that back in the time of Merlin, things were a lot more peaceful and everything was brighter then it was now.

"Because of that history alone I don't trust wizards, Merlin called Necromancy forbidden because he couldn't do it. And because he couldn't do it those who could were killed for no reason. I have a question for you. I don't want you to tell me who but think of the most important person in your life, the one you care about so much you can't stand them being hurt....Now picture that person dead." She needed him to understand one thing, she knew what she was saying was brutal and crule but she was leading up to her question and she wanted his honest answer. "If you had the knowledge and skill to bring that person back when they were wrongfully killed, would you do it? Even though others think it is wrong because its forbidden? Is it so wrong to give life back when it was wrongfully taken?" What she wanted him to understand was that is wasn't a dark or evil art, for if that was the case shouldn't the Phoenix be classed as a darmed creature because it could revive itself. Necromancy was evil as the person who used it, the same went for spells int he wizarding world.
"I have no one I can trust, because wizards are unstable. You can be loyal to one side then when your life is in danger you switch. I'm here alone and I have to watch my own back... There was a little more she wasn't going to say, Cilla didn't want sympathy she wanted understanding and a place where her people could go and call home on the surface.
"I can just do magic but you see my wand isn't like yours. Dragon Marrow encased by Unicorn bone nine inches." She stated while pointing to where her wand lay of the floor. Even though it was shaped much like his own wand it was white and indeed made of bone, if he ouched it he would feel the difference."While yours is probably made out of wood, feather or hair. Our wands are made for different magicks. However back to your questions, no I haven't been around wizards because this is the first time in hundreds of years a necromancer has been let out from underground." Finally Cilla finished, when it came to necromacy and informing others about the truth she was passionate about it. She could talk about it all day, teaching others was something she had wanted to do for a long time and being here gave her that oppotunity. It was probably the most words that had come from her mouth in a long time. Somehow just from talking about it, she began to trust him a little more. It was a strange feeling to her as she didn't trust many people back in her own home.

(its alright we all have our days)