DarkfiresDeath

Blaise Zabini had always been a vain sort of person, finding himself above all others. It was no surprise, considering his mother was a very rich and beautiful woman. It also, then, was no surprise that Blaise had been sorted into the Slytherin house at Hogwarts way back in his first year. His mean-hearted vainness was showing its ugly head once more, in this particular potions class. Blaise was now in his sixth year, and he knew what he did and didn't like. There were very few things he did like, and Gryffindor's were definitely not on that list.  It should come as no surprise that if one made a mistake, he would definitely make a remark. Y

To hell with it all, they didn't care anyways right? Why should what they think now upset her? They never cared before. Once or twice they cared, she remembered those occasions well. Those times where she had endangered herself. They stopped her, she couldn't go. They needed her for their own selfish purposes. Without her mask, without her forced smile and constant bubbliness, how would they ever survive. She put on a show for them, they wanted a happy bubbly person, no one wanted to listen to her sad stories after she listened to theirs, what kind of a deal was that? Seriously, no one wants to hear about someone else's crappy life. She di

Do you dream, dear child? Do you dream as I do? Have you ever closed your eyes and seen the pictures moving, as if on the television box, or do your dreams stand still? My dreams do. In my dreams I am sitting in this world, this world that is our own, only not our own. It is theirs. They own it, they walk in it, they live in it. They know all that is in it, yet they know nothing about it at the same time. And there is always the fox, sitting there, facing me. There are people who would seem to pass us by, but are frozen in a state that renders them motionless. And always there is the fox. Sometimes the fox is sitting, sometimes she is