Silent Ghosts

[Necrocilla Van Derest]

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Cilla looked herself over in the full length mirror and immediately her brow began to etch together. She hated it, the uniform, the wizards and the blinding light of the sun. She hated it all and she wanted to go home, where it was dark, safe and no wizards.

She could still remember walking out from under the mountains, she could still remember looking up and seeing the sky for the first time. It was grey, a light grey with a couple of darker patches. It was beautiful, it was better then she had imagined and she could see why she had to get her people to come to the surface.

Then the night sky came and it reminded her of home. She could remember looking up towards the ceiling of the mountain. She could see the glow of the crystals and would spend hours counting them. Seeing if any more had developed, seeing if any had faded. That was what their night sky was, filled with tiny crystals that didn’t glow but sparkled. Then morning came and the sun was blinding, it burnt her eyes and she cursed it, she swore at it in her native language, she wanted the clouds back, she wanted that perfect grey sky back.

The sky wasn’t the only thing she cursed, it was their clothes. She was use to corsets, tight fitting clothes that resembled what the wizards called medieval style. Now she had skirts that came to her knees, stockings, a shirt and a jacket. Not even the symbol on her robe made any difference, it was bright and she detested it.

She felt as though she was betraying her people but she was here for a reason, she was going to prove to these wizards that Necromancy wasn’t evil, it is only as evil as the person wielding it. However, would doing that really secure the future of her people and culture? It made her wonder and if she wasn’t an insomniac she probably would have lost sleep over it.

Gritting her teeth she made her way down towards the common room, as she passed the wizards and witches, each of them looking at her like she was an alien. In all rights they were right, she was but the same went for her, they were alien to her. Cilla was yet to make friends, yet to get to know anyone instead she ended up picking fights with of all people Slytherin's. The other Hufflepuff's stayed away from her as best as they could, she was trouble and they knew it. Carrying a small bag which consisted of books and a few items she needed to keep on her person, she left the common room without speaking to anyone.

Even though classes were over and dinner would be served shortly they had to stay in uniform. Moving down the hallway she made another turn and down the stairs towards the dungeons. It was safe there, it was like home or the closest thing she could find that reminded her of home. Pushing open one of the doors she found and empty class room. Taking this chance to study without people staring at her she sat down at one of the desks, lighting a candle she pulled out one of her books. Not only did she have to learn the useless wizard magic but she had to keep up her necromancer studies as well, which was one of the books that now lay open on her desk.

With a heavy sigh she began reading, enjoying the peace and quiet for how long it would last, she didn't know but for the time being it was heaven.

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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Daniel walked around the empty room with his crutus under his arm pit which supported him becase of the broken bones in his foot and ankle that he got from falling off the whomping willow; Daniel kept walking around trying to find something to do, apparantly he couldn't find anything to draw. Most of them he had already drawn into his sketch book, so it felt so repetative drawn them again no matter which angle he drew it from. To his dismay he found a girl sitting by herself in one of the desk reading a book; Daniel watched her closely and out of no where he found an idea - something to draw so he gulped and started walking towards her. He cleared his throat and licked his dry lip, wet. "Exscuse me, va'am. Vay I draw you," he asked in his strong, thick; Russian accent; Daniel sat down beside her feeling guilty of disturbing her from reading, interruppting her so rudely. "I von't do it if you don't want to," he added quickly before he made her feel anywhere but uncomfortable. He looked at the seat next to her and decided to ask permisison to sit there but he wanted her to answer one question first -- one question at a time, he thought. His cute, devilish smile; smiling wildly at her.

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Faint footsteps in the distance told Cilla only one thing, someone was coming. Her jaw clenched when the footsteps stopped outside the classroom. She should have shut the door and she could have slapped herself for not doing so but it was too late now, someone had found her and there was no going back now.

Cilla was still learning about the houses, what each one meant if they indeed meant anything at all. What she found was that the other Hufflepuff’s were quiet, shy and didn’t really stand up for themselves. Cilla was a contradiction to the very house, she was hot headed, spoke up when anyone got to close and during dinner could be seen either arguing with a Slytherin or speaking to no one.

As he spoke she tried not to pay much attention, maybe if she ignored him he would go away. Turning a page she tried to focus on the book but with someone waiting for her to answer and just standing there it was hard to ignore. As he spoke again she turned her head ever so slightly, her hazel eyes boring into his, a slight frown on her pale features.

“If you can do it quietly and not touch me then I don’t see a problem.” Her accent was different, not anything recognisable. It was because she was use to speaking her native tongue and when speaking the common language it gave her an accent.

Her eyes lingered on his facial features, taking in his strong jaw line, his tone of skin, his height, build and that smile of his. Her expression hardly changed showing no indication of interest or disgust.

“You can sit Wizard.” At the word wizard she said it with malice and as though it was poison to her lips. Turning back to her book she continued to study, it was writing in a her native language so even if he looked over he wouldn’t understand a word of it.

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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Daniel watched her carefully as she continued ignored him, ever so rudely. He noticed that she turned her head slightly; her hazel eyes bore into his while his eyes gazed into hers. Then he heard her say something about doing it quietly and don't touch her; Daniel had no idea why she treated him like this, he didn't do anything to her. "Fhank you, I promise not to touch you," he smirked. He voice sounded like he was amused. "I'll keep my hand to myself," he told her. Now she had answered his first question he could continue on asking if he could sit down next to her but to his dismay she had already read his mind - as if she was a mind reader. Was that possible, he thought as he sat down quietly and place his crutus neatly beside him as he quietly got out his sketch book and pencil case from his backpack. He couldn't help but notice the way he eyes lingered onto his face and the way her expression barely changed showing no indication of interest or disgust; Daniel stared at her for what seem to be a very long time as he tried to get a good view of her so that he could draw her then started sketching her face into the paper, annoyed how she emphasise the word wizard with malice and as if she had poison to her lips.

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

“I appreciate it...”

At least he wasn’t going to touch her, the last thing she needed was to be even more tainted by a wizard. Probably the reason she never went to the dance they had. She had seen the way the girls were dressed and couldn’t see anything appealing in dressing in clothes that revealed so much skin. A slight frown appeared on her features as she thought about it, she knew there was still a lot she had to learn about wizards but with the history her people had with them she just couldn’t trust them.

Cilla turned another page, not paying much attention to him staring at her. He was drawing her so it was only natural he would be staring. At least he wasn’t staring at her like the others were, wondering why she was so strange, why she held herself in high dignity. In a way she had a right too, her father was the ruler of her city, the city that lay underground. She had to hold herself well in front of everyone but being on the surface with no other Necromancers to comfort in she found herself bitter and lashing out on anyone for any little thing.

Her eyes stopped at a particular paragraph, re-reading it over and over. Wanting to make sure she understood it before perform the act. It was difficult to wrap her head around it without someone to console in, absent-minded she bit down on her lower lip. Her eyes scanned it once more before it seemed to click in her mind with this small triumph the corners of her lips curled upwards slightly. It was the best anyone or anything could do to make her smile, for that was it, her smile.

Leaning over she pulled out a black orb from her bag. It was big enough to fit in one hand nicely and it hardly weighed a thing. Along with it she pulled out a small silver dagger, pricking her left index finger she placed the dagger down and picked up the orb with the right. With her own blood she drew symbols on the orb, mutter words foreign to her company. Slowly a misty figure appeared within the orb it held only for a second before disappearing which in turn made Cilla frustrated, for she had just failed and she hating failing.

“Did I miss something?” She asked herself as she flicked back a couple of pages wondering why it wasn’t working for her.

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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Daniel looked up at her, sketching a picture of her on the piece of paper in his sketch book. He didn't understand why she acted like this towards him and he couldn't help but question whether or not that he had said something that may of offended her or done something that caused her to act like this towards him; but then that was just her then and he couldn't do anything to change her. All of a sudden as he looked up from the sketch book he saw her lean over to pull something out of her bag so he stopped because he couldn't draw her like that if she was leaning over and her face turned away from his; Daniel then saw her pull a strange, black orb out of her bag, he didn't know what it was but he was interested to see what she was going to do so he slowly put his sketchbook and pencil case onto the table to watch her - to watch her pull out a dagger and as she did that he froze into his seat, he wandered if she was going to kill him but instead she placed her dagger down into her index finger then started to write symbol then muttered a few foreign language whom he didn't understand. "vat you doing," he asked, his eyes be wilded at her sudden performance; he smirked at her when he saw the frustration on her face.

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

“Studying.”

Her reply was short as she flipped through the pages until she reached the beginning of the chapter she was reading. Her eyes scanned over the words, the orb still in her right hand. She didn’t want to break the connection; she could still feel it she just wasn’t getting anything on her end. Like a mobile phone that had enough reception to make a call and they could hear you but you just can’t hear them.

“I should be able to do this. It’s as simple as sending them away to the other side.” She mumbled and probably loud enough for the artist to hear but it didn’t matter, sooner or later people were going to find out she wasn’t a normal witch...but in Hogwarts what was normal? When it came to Necromancy Cilla had a passion for it, anyone willing to learn or to understand the art was worth wild talking too, so long as their interest was their own and not the ministry telling them to find out.

“I’m trying to make contact with those who have made their peace with this world and have a one on one conversation. So we have things clear I’m not like you or the other wizards around here. I am a Necromancer and I am practicing Necromancy.” A smirk appeared on her lips, this young man was the first she had told, the first and probably the last, at least for a while.

Leaning a little towards him her smirk never faulted. “Does that frighten you?”

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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"Obviously,"

Daniel said, cringing his eyes and nodded his head and smirked at her. Of course he knew that by the way she read, wrote and re-read. But there was something odd about what she was studying, he didn't understand what the orbs was for or why she had placed that silver dragger down her finger and wrote it onto the orbs -- weird, he thought. Then he started to let her do her owns things and started to sketch again, he was almost finish.

Suddenly he heard her talk so he tore his eyes from his book and looked at her; Daniel stopped sketching again and looked at her, watch everything she did. She looked like she was struggling so he put his sketchbook and pencil onto the table and started to talk. "Um, do you need help," he asked; Daniel couldn't help but wander if she was doing Necromancy, he had seen other people do this but hadn't really taken any indication or interest or disgust

Daniel, to his surprise it was like she read his mind again and told him exactly what she was doing; he smirked and knew that he had won a small triumph of victory in guessing what she was going, he listen to her tell him what she was doing and saw her smirk. "Oh, like a phone call with a video of who you are talking to," he asked then when she leaned towards him he slowly moved away so he could see her face. "No, not at all," he asked.

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

When he asked if she needed help Cilla could have laughed, a wizard wanting to help a necromancer perform a ‘forbidden art’ and have no idea how to even help. To her it was amusing, considering the possibility that his ancestors were the ones to drive her people to live in caves. Almost ironic.

If he had told her that he had seen other perform something simular she would have demanded to know who they were. Necromancers resided underground, at least the real ones, anyone on the surface that was practicing Necromancy would most likely not be following the rules. Which meant Cilla would have a mess to clean up for they only felt a few clues behind of their existence, for in their history books it told of the war they had. What was different about it was that the wizards had re-written it to suit their times, wizards blamed necromancers for starting the war but the truth was the wizards had. Not that any of them would admit it or believe her people, because magic is good and necromancy is the source of all evil....yeah right.

“Yes like that....” She replied as she watched him lean back, either he was keeping his word in not touching her or he was afraid, even if his words said otherwise his actions said more.

“Than you’re a fool to think that or haven’t you learned anything in your history lessons?” Turning back to her book she flipped to the next page her eyes scanning the words once again.

“Cilla. Just call me Cilla”

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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Daniel looked at her as she kept quite, refusing to accept his help. The expression on her face he knew that she was amused by his offer to help her which must of been because of his lack of learning history, he never payed attention to History; the teacher at Hogwart always made him go to sleep in class though; Daniel always studied well in class and was a quite boy. There must of been a big gap in history that he didn't know yet about his ancestors were the one who drove her people in to live in caves.

He did not know about the war - the war between necromancy and wizard; he smiled at her as both of them awkwardly stared at each other. Guess, he had to pay more attention in class when it came to war next time so that he could fully understand why she was amused and found it funny that he was offering help to perform necromancy. He was just offering to her, he wasn't looking for trouble.

"Like what,"

Daniel asked as he sat, straight again in his chair and started sketching again but ask she said he was a fool he tore his gaze from the sketchbook up to her. A fool. I'm a fool now, he thought. What did I do. "I'm sorry," he said lacking English vocabulary so he had no idea what to say to her -- he was used to talking in his foreign language

"Nice to meet you. I'm Daniel - Daniel Matthew Valantine,"

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

“Like the phone call. I remember reading about muggle technology in muggle studies, so yes what I am trying to do is like that....hmm life connection...” She muttered the last few words from her book. There were so many variations to what life connection meant in the necromancy language, it was obvious now she had used the wrong one.

She was about to turn the page when he apologised, the result of his words made her stop what she was doing. Her body froze in mid movement and her eyes stared down at the page which she had begun to turn. He had apologised, a wizard had just apologised to her. This was enough for her to lose her train of thought on what she was doing, it wasn’t every day this happened. A few moments passed before the shock disappeared, taking in a deep breath she gripped the orb tighter not wanting to drop it.

“You shouldn’t apologise for something you have no idea about otherwise its worthless.” Her words might have sounded bitter but it was mainly because he managed to break her guard. “If you understood the history our people have with one another you’d understand my attitude towards you. Until then don’t apologise for anything, I thought wizards were better then that.”

It might not have seemed like it but from Cilla’s point of view she had just complimented a wizards pride and intelligence. It was probably going to be one of the nicer things she was ever going to say and it would be something she wouldn’t say often.

“Pleasure to meet you Daniel.“ Closing her eyes she cupped the orb in both hands, muttering more words before placing it carefully on the table. She was done for the day, there was no point in pushing herself any further. Even though her body was tired she knew she wouldn’t get any sleep, she hardly ever did. Leaning back in her chair she rubbed her temples gently with her index fingers, a headache was coming on but it would go away soon enough.

“How long have you been at Hogwarts? You don’t sound like most of the other people here.”

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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"Oh,"

Daniel said slapping himself on the forehead; of course, he thought. That was exactly what he asked her earlier, he had almost forgotten; Daniel smirked and continued to listen to her mutter the last few words from her book. He didn't know much about necromancy but her doing some kind of life connection -- being able to connect to people close to them through some strange orbs had drawn him from his sketchbook to look at her, he was finished anyway. It looked great.

Daniel continued to watch her continue on making that kind of life connection she was talking about, he could tell that she was gripping her wand tightly making sure it had not dropped from her hand. To his dismay and at the bitterness and poison in her lips, he tore his eyes from the orbs back up to her face as she told him not to apologize. So in her saying that he couldn't say nothing but sorry again so he kept quite about it. "Yous has to teach me," he said with a smile; Daniel didn't want to cause any trouble with her. He wanted to learn about her, her history and about necromancy so that she didn't think of him as a idiot or somebody dumb. "I fhink, necromancy and vizard are equal in their own ways,"

"Thank you,"

He said smiling, happily at her and gaze at her flashing that perfect set of cute, brilliant devilish smile at her. "Cilla is a beautiful name," he complemented; Daniel couldn't help wander how she would take this -- would she be angry, would she blushed there was no indication of any interest or disgust cause of the fact she hadn't changed her expression since they've met.

"Three years, I came vom another school. I van't remember the name anymore," Daniel answered. He sounded amused.

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Cilla thought about how the times might have chnaged to the point that her people would finally be accepted onto the surface. This wizard, Daniel, he was willing to accept her for who and what she was. He wanted to know about her people and something told her that if he knew he would want to make amends for his acsentors sins.

However, as much as she tried to hope for that, she was a realist and knew that not every wizard would feel the same way he would. Wizards believed the power of life and death should not be disturbed but with Necromancers it was more then just bring the dead back to life.

"The only way I can teach you is if your opened minded to the fact that some of your history was re-writen to make wizards look like the victum. If you can't believe that then there is nothing to teach." Cilla wasn't one to lie, she wasn't one to be something she wasn't or even try to sugar coat anything. She hated people like that, trying to make things sound sweeter then what they really were.

"If everyone thought like you I wouldn't hate wizards as much as I do." Again she spoke the truth but the ministry had eyes watching where ever she went, she knew that, after all she had the ability to see ghosts or spirits that didn't want to be seen by others. And whens he came to the surface boy was there a lot of sprirts that wanted to be sent to the other side.



"My full name is Necrocilla, but people say its a mouthful so I just stick with Cilla."As he complimented on her name she could only smirk, it was a nick name everyone called her back home so she took the name with her to Hogwarts. Her cheeks did give off a slight pink colour against her unnatural pale skin, it wasn't often a complete stranger complimented on her.

"Then you have been here longer then I. I only came to the surface a week ago I have yet to see what you call rain storms or lightning storms. I ahve read about them and seen pictures but that is all."

[Nathan Tyler Bridgeton]

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Daniel didn't know much about necromancy and the wore between them and wizard but he was willing to accept that this was her way of life, he couldn't change that. He couldn't believe that his ancestor had driven her kind into a cave but for whatever reason he was sure or at least hoped that it was for a good reason but then again his country was not like that they were very blunt sometime and only did things that thought was good but not it civilian in fact they always used them to cause a mob on whoever they thought done wrong.

He listened as she spoke to him and told him in order to be taught necromancy he had to believe that some of his history was re-written to make wizard the victim; Daniel considered on this and looked at both side of the story was it true that his kind had re-written some of the history and that the necromancy was actually the victim or was this another way necromancy choice of word to persuade people to join them. He didn't know which was true and what Necrocilla had told him was the truth, he didn't want to make the right choice but at the same time he didn't want to lose her as a friend though he had only met her. There was nothing Daniel could say that was right so he kept quite on this one.

She continued to talk, wishing that all wizard were like him then she wouldn't hate them. Daniel smiled and shrugged his shoulders, it felt good having complement like that every now and then. "Fhank, sometime yous has to listen to the other person side of ze story," he nodded as he smiled his cute, devilish smile. Did he really want to learn to be a necromancy and what was the consequences of it, couldn't he just be on both side; who was the bad side and good side, there so many question that he couldn't find the answer for.

"Well you name iz very vertiful." Daniel smirked; 'Necrocilla' her first name seem to be taken from the word 'necromancy'. He only chuckled when he saw her cheek give off a slight pink against her pale skin. The blush on her face was cute and beautiful it suddenly caused his heart to thump against his chest and his stomach to leap. "Ah. I love ze rain but never storms or lighting storm, perhaps I can take yous out to feel what ze rain feel like," he suggested.

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[Necrocilla Van Derest]

Cilla could remember the history lessons she got from her father, even those who were there at the time. Her father had brought their spirits back to tell the story and being a necromancer they couldn't disobey when one asked for the truth.

During History class Cilla found it hard to sit through this time, always questioning if it was the truth, always questioning why. If the subject ever turned to the war on Necromancy she would storm out of the class room.

There were going to be wizards that didn't want to learn about her ways, about her magic and she could respect that. Wizards trying Necromancy was scarey for them, they were stepping into unknown terrority and if they weren't instructed properly everything could go wrong.

And there was was that devilish smile of his, like he was up to no good. However, in the few minutes she had got to know him it didn't seem like he was up to anything, it was just his nature. Cilla thought that being on the surface wouldn't be that bad as long as she didn't have to fly around on a broom.

When he laughed Cilla's cheeks turned a deeper pink, she wasn't use to this, any of it. Everyone back home was stand offish when it came to feelings. Even though she felt a little uncomfortable she had a feeling this was a feeling she was going to have to get use too. Like the way the wizards dressed and their culture she was still learning to adapt.

"That would be nice, I've always dreamed about what the surface would be like. I could remember looking up at the roof of the cave and see the crystals glowing wondering if it was the same." Closing her eyes she could picture home in her mind. The different greens, blues, reds and purples all on the roof glowing and the darkness that was always around them.

"But sometimes its too bright for my eyes and I hate it, I'm use to being in the dark hence why I am here. Its the closest thing to home. I feel safer here then in that Hufflepuff common room, not that I have to worry about anyone in my house, they are afriad of me." And it was true, they stayed away from her. She picked fights with Slytherin's, she didn't let anyone push her around. She wasn't a quiet little Hufflepuff, she was the out spoken one and wouldn't let any wizard treat her as though she was dirt on their shoes.

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