Haunted? (open)

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Spirits. They always seemed to follow no matter where she was and being on the surface she was like a bring like that all the moths and insects gathered too. As much as disliked being surrounded at the most inconvient times of the day, it was a constant reminder of who she was and it made her feel like she was at home.

She had heard of something called the Shrieking Shack, rumoured to be haunted. This made Cilla wonder if it truely was, or if it was just a rumour and nothing else. Dressed in more suitable clothes, consisting of a dress that came down to her ankles and a black cloak she wandered over to where the shrieking shack was.

At the fence line she stared at the old shack, there was definately something there as she could sense it. A grin came to her lips, perhapes this would be her small retreat away from Hogwarts, a place she could continue her study of necromancy without being bothered by other wizards.

Placing her hand on the fence she pulled it back straight away, barbed wire? She thought as she looked at her hand that had a small cut in it. Cilla was about to wipe it away when she heard something come from the shrieking shake. Her grin turned into a smirk as she headed for the shrieking shack.

[Madison Black]

Madison began strolling down the streets of Hogsmeade. The bitter wind was piercing through her ears, causing her ears to hurt. "Ahh my friend..Jack Frost. You've come early my friend." She spoke to herself as she bundled up in her Slytherin cloak, watching the other students rumage around in stores, and racing up the streets. She watched them with her piercing gray eyes. "Lously younger years." She said to herself, as she took a gaze into Zonko's in which her uncle Daniel owned. She waved to him, as he smirked and waved back at her. Maddie pressed on, not stopping since she didn't want to be in a crowded area at the moment since her band had hit it off since forth year. That was her popularity of the school; just like her father, only he was considered the hottest wizard at Hogwarts. She shoved her hands into her pockets as she could see her breath. Winter was finally coming, and yet, the snow hadn't fallen yet.

Madison finally had placed along the shops and decided to go down a deserted pathway that had a couple of trees and followed it with a smirk. She loved going down what may be dangerous roads, but then again she was indeed a Black, and the blood of Black had a lot of daring traits running through them. The echoes of the people began to fade as she went further and further into the woods. Now she was in the outskirts of Hogsmeade. She knew the path very well. She knew this was the way to the best places to be alone..The Shrieking Shack. This is where her band used to practiced when they wanted to get away from people and the gameskeeper would shoo them away from the forest. She finally came to a barb-wired fence and smirked. "You never change." She said with a smirk. She climbed over the fence and jumped onto the other side. Madison was not afraid to venture towards the Shrieking Shack. She had heard the rumors of it being haunted, or hearing the moaning and howling from within it's walls. She just shrugged it off and climbed over the boards that covered up the door.

Once inside, Madison smiled. "Home Sweet Home." She said as she looked up to see what was left of the hanging small chandlier, that hung from the rafters. The deserted old fireplace, that was filled with dust. The mirror above the matel had shattered and glass had been on the floor. Dust was scattered amongest the floor, on the walls,, just about everywhere. Madison loved this atomosphere for some reason. Mostly because it wasn't perfect. The thought of that attracted Maddie to it. It was something her mother would totally hate and couldn't fix. Maddie went up the croocked staircase, and up to a deserted room where it was rumored that her grandfather, stood here with the true murderer of what he had been convicted of, many years ago. She walked over to what looked like a loft bed and layed down on it, putting her hands behind her head and closed her eyes.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Necrocilla's footsteps were light however the floor boards would still creak under her feet as she walked through the shack. It honestly couldn't be called a shack as it much larger then she had expected up close. There was dust everywhere, spider webs and it was very old, three things that Cilla loved. She had been living in the cliffs, the city hidden deep inside so she was use to damp and cold places, this would be her small retreat away from Hogwarts no other wizards to bother her.

As she walked into another room Cilla had to stop, she could see someone looking down at something. She opened her mouth to say something when she realized it was a spirit, frowning her pace quickened as she moved to see what this spirit was looking at. Eyes drifted down onto the floor and there was a wizard. So the rumor wasn't enough to keep wizards away, but Cilla could change that soon enough. However the question that rose in her mind was, was this the spirit that haunted this place or was he just watching over the other girl? One thing was for sure, this was one of the spirits that only she could see so talking to it when there was someone else here would make her look like she was insane.

"I thought this place was suppose to be haunted?" She wondered if she would startle the girl when she realized she wasn't the only one here. Cilla removed the hood from her Slytherin cloak to reveal who she was when the girl decided to open her eyes.

[Madison Black]

Madison had been at Hogwarts for six years now and all the memories of the past come lingering to her head. She knew from the start, she was called Alexa; her twin for a quite some time, and that just made her want to scream. She wasn't her sister, she wasn't Alexa. She knew sometime when she was older, she was going to give herself an identity that everyone knew, and they would know her name as Madison. So in third year she began dying her hair. Fourth Year, she got her first piercings and tattooes. Fifth Year, she got the rest of her piercings and now, she was known as Madison Black. She remembered how the rush felt when she went up on the stage during the Yule Ball. After that night, no one called her Alexa; they chanted Maddie. She sighed as she opened her eyes to see that the Shrieking Shack was quiet..to quiet. She didn't want to go see why it just felt as if a knife could cut through the silence.

She just closed her eyes again as she felt a certain draft brush against her skin. She figured it was just the wind since winter was coming. She could feel a certain sensation that felt friendly and unthreatened. Still she kept her eyes close because she didn't want to know what it was that made her feel so fuzzy and warm. She could hear the wind; whispering through the broken glass, how the leaves rustle from the wind blowing through them, how the soft echoes were from the students that were probably daring eachother to go up to the Shack. This only brought a smirk to her face.

It was only until then she had heard a voice. She didn't jump for she was used to things just coming out of no where. She opened her eyes to see a beautiful young girl standing before her. Madison's smirk grew widerer. "That's what everyone says, but so far I have found nothing that supports that theory." Madison said, as she kept her hands behind her head and looked at the girl. She could see the emerald green aligned in the robe. "So what year are you in?" She asked, hoping it wasn't a younger year.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

When she saw no reaction come from the other girl Cilla was quiet please. Perhaps there would be some wizards she would converse with, especially the ones that could give her a bit of a challenge. As the other spoke Cilla looked around the room, there weren't any more spirits that she could see and at least they weren't flocking to her like seagulls do when they see food.

"Perhaps or maybe they are closer then you think." A cryptic clue for the other teenager to try and figure out maybe she will she did seem like a sharp one. "Sixth year, however I technically shouldn't be here." Cilla replied to the girl's question, taking a few steps towards the girl she looked at the spirit opposed to looking at the other Slytherin. She took note that this spirit was just watching the girl, keeping an eye on her, something she had seen from time to time.

"Ever had that feeling that someone is always watching you?" Asked Necrocilla her head slowly turning to look down at the other, the faint hint of a smirk appeared on her lips. Should she tell this girl that she has a spirit watching her or should she just let it slide? But if she told the girl she was being followed maybe that might get the reaction she was after when she made her presents known to the girl.

"Just so you know, someone it watching over you right now."
Her eyes slowly moved their gaze from the Slytherin girl to the spirit who was now looking at Cilla, somewhat surprised she could see him. Perhaps he had died when she was young and he wanted to watch over her but didn't want anyone to know he was here. One would be surprised just how many more spirits were in Hogwarts and yet Cilla was the only one who could see them, a curse she sometimes wished she didn't have.

[Madison Black]

Madison was hard to scare, mostly because she was the one scaring the heck out of people back at home. She was good at scaring the begeezes of her twin. Besides the whole atomosphere at Grimmauld was more creepier because it was rumored it had been built with the dark arts. Yes, it was true. Madison had the power of dark arts running through her veins, and since her parents were former death eaters, she knew dark arts first hand.

Madison chuckled. "Could be." She replied as she had heard a lot of rumors going around that the shrieking shack had been haunted by spirits that roamed the land, or the fact of a spirit sounding like a werewolf. "Do you really think that there are spirits here?" She asked out of curiosity. She had lost her aunt ten years ago, and yet for some reason, Madison felt as if she had been closer than anyone thought. She lifted an eyebrow up. "Got a detention or something?" She asked, knowing this was a place to hid from lurking professors. She was happy to know that the girl was the same year as her. Madison felt that sensation again, but didn't want to bring it up.

Madison laughed a little. "All the time." She spoke, knowing the girl was talking about something or someone who was no longer in their physical being. "Now if you were talking about phyiscally, that too. Mostly by my mother who has the constant worry about me." She admitted, knowing that when she first started out at Hogwarts, she would write to the professors to see how she was doing. "How about you? Feel like someone's watching you right now, right at this moment?" she asked the girl.

Madison's eyebrow lifted up. "Really? What do they look like?" She asked, wondering who could be the one giving her the warm sensation she was feeling. It felt like an older presence, but yet she could really connect with it since she didn't start to feel the sense until this girl showed up. This did spike up Madison curiousity though.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

She could hear the curiosity in the girl's voice, curious about life and death and what was beyond that. If she could get one person to learn Necromancy then that would be one step closer to getting the rest of her people out of those cliffs and back to the surface. Cilla took a seat next to the girl, as long as her temper stayed in check things would be alright between her and the wizard.

"I do but there are ways to check if a spirit has been here or not." Cilla had several books back in her room that contained revealing spells, mainly to find and locate spirits as well as many others that probably wouldn't be found in Hogwarts because of the ban that had been placed several hundred years ago. However when it came to other spells levitating and such, Cilla was still learning.

"No detention." That was something she had been surprised at, she hadn't had any detentions but then again there was no need her homework was on time and she was catching up at a steady pace, another week and a half and she would be ahead. Insomnia had its benefits, never sleeping meant plenty of time to read while others just dreamed. When the subject was brought up about mother's Cilla couldn't understand by what the Slytherin meant, wouldn't it be reassuring to know that her mother cared? That had been one person Cilla couldn't communicate with, mainly because of Merlin's curse.

"I'm always being watched but right now your the one being watched. Black hair, a bit short really dirty though, clothes a little too big for him and with the hardened expression he has I'd say he was in a prison for a few years. Your wondering how I see him and you can not right?"
Cilla's smirk grew a little more, turning to the other girl she pulled out her wand, one that was much different from a normal wizards wand. Hers was made from marrow and bone, though in the shape of what her wand would look like and not an actual bone.
"I've been studying something different to what you normally learn here t Hogwarts."

[Madison Black]

Madison had always been curious about who may have been watching her. She sometimes hoped it would be her aunt, mostly because she felt closer to her when she couldn't talk to her parents about anything and even though her aunt couldn't always be with her, she would always get her something nice when she came to visit. Madison now was wondering which lingering spirit was now watching her.

"Don't tell me your going to say the word senance." Maddie said as she heard the term from a bunch of muggles that used to do it. Although she did go to Divinations class and heard the term. It was supposely a way to commune with the dead. Madison had looked around the room to see what was left of the four poster bed that Harry had jinx Severus Snape into.

"Then why aren't you suppose to be here?" She asked, wondering what this girl meant. Mostly people hid during detention just to piss off the professors, even though it was a critical move to getting more detentions added.

"Me?" She asked as she lifted an eyebrow and gazed at the girl with her gray eyes. Madison's lips began to curl up into a smirk. "That sounds a lot like my grandfather; Sirius Black. He was indeed in prison for tweleve years I believe. Convicted on 12-13 accounts of murder, but then again never had a trial." Madison explained, knowing her aunt had told her. Madison shook her head. "Not really. I believe your one of those people who have a special gift of seeing those who have passed on." Maddie said. "Are you like a seer or something?" She asked. She lifted an eyebrow up at her. "Really? What subject would this be?" She asked.

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

As Cilla heard the word seance she shook her head, it was true it was a way people talked to the dead but there was another way that the necromancers talked to the dead. Maybe if Cilla tried to spark an interest in this girl she would ask to learn the art, that would mean Cilla would have someone she could converse with and she wouldn't feel so alone in Hogwarts. The only thing Cilla could do was try and she would give it her all.

"No not a senance there are other ways to speak with those who have passed. And as to what I meant about not being here it all comes down to my foolish older brother."

Even though Cilla respected and loved her brother she hated what he did for she was now paying for it, but she wouldn't be the only one. The younger generation of necromancers would have to attend Hogwarts as well sooner or later, but if Cilla had her way she would rather have the wizard attend one of her studies.

"To put a long story short my brother made our presences known to the ministry of magic and now I have to attend Hogwarts because they want the younger generation of my people to try and stop the art we have long been doing. My people and myself, we're Necromancers, we give life back when it has bee taken and the reason I see spirits that don't want others to see them is because I am a desendent of the first Necromancer" This was a first for Cilla, to tell an outsider about her people and herself. She felt a little insecure but if doing this spread a good word for Necromancers then she would do it, just for her people.

"I'm still not able to bring a human life back and even if I wanted too there are rules for learning the subject. We don't raise armies of undead soldiers like some stories say, we just have a counter spell for the killing curse."