Θανατος (deadthings) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-21 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, 1998 september, anthony goldstein, dorcas greer-fraser, kevin entwistle, michael corner |
Who: Dorcas, Ant, Michael & Kevin
What: Sleeping. Crying. Kittens.
Where: Ravenclaw common room, sofa.
When: Monday night
Rating: Low, most likely. Brief instance of violence in a dream.
Sleep was hard to come by for Dorcas. Well, it was and it wasn't. She could fall asleep just fine but it was often fitful and restless. So she stayed up and she did the only thing she knew she was good at outside of brewing potions. Book after book, she had sped through them - whatever references she needed for whatever essay she had to write. Lengths of paper and ink gone. She'd been often told to shorten her essays for various classes, that she didn't have to work so hard or be so detailed like they wanted to save her brain. Like she was going to crash and burn. Maybe she would. Maybe her brain would collapse in on itself one of these days. Most days, she didn't think that would be so bad.
And so that set the scene. There was a small stack of books on the floor by the sofa she had chosen to work on. A length of parchment was half curled up. A quill was dangling from her limp fingers and the ink had been knocked over but that was alright as it hadn't been very full anyway. Dorcas herself was stretched out on the sofa out like a light. She hadn't even noticed when her little kitten had climbed onto her side and stretched out so his white chin was nestled at the corner of her mouth. He too was dead asleep.
But as much as she was asleep, it didn't mean she was enjoying it. She wasn't even aware that at some point she had started crying or that she was whimpering, that she occasionally flinched like someone was threatening her.
It had started off as such a good dream. She'd been having a dinner party with the Royal family and quite a few Hogwarts friends. But they had started to leave. Every once in awhile there was a scream but no one was concerned. The television turned on, playing some sort of movie trailer but it was the outside of the house. One of her dinner guests was being dragged away on the screen and then there was screaming again.
But now she was alone in the house. The phone was ringing. Her mother was on the other end, talking like they were friends, asking if she'd seen that new horror movie trailer. She knew how much Dorcas liked horror. Dorcas tried to explain that it wasn't a movie. It was real. It was outside of her house. But her mother just dismissed her and hung up. There was a knock at the door. Dorcas answered it to find a man standing there. He was strangely tall, two meters at the very least. His skin was paper white and his eyes pitch black. His hair was long and stringy, hanging down to his waist. The black strands flowed like water.
She slammed the door shut but it flew back open and he started after her. As she ran through the house, it began collapsing behind her massive beams from the ceiling trying to crush her. She made it to the kitchen to grab a knife but didn't stop, tearing down a hallway and ducking into a bathroom. She shut the door and locked it, hiding in the pitch blackness. When she looked in the mirror, she felt safe briefly with her own reflection. Until his face appeared staring back at her. His ghostly white arms reached out of the mirror to grab her by the head and pull her forward until her face slammed into the glass.
Her eyes flew open and she knew she was dead in that dream. There was no way she was going to go back to sleep now.