Post by Yunalesca on Oct 13, 2015 15:39:25 GMT -8
Sixth year, one year out from being done with school. It was the most convenient time to find a guy to take home to the parents, but Rayna McKinnon wondered if that would happen this year. She sat alone on platform 9 ¾, without a boyfriend. It didn’t bother her much, but her parents had been on her for some time about it. She’d had a few guys over the course of her school career, but none had really lasted. She wasn’t tame enough for anything to go steady for too long. Of course her disinterest didn’t bother one certain person who pursued her almost relentlessly. At the thought of the would-be suitor made her slam her book in irritation and bounce her foot aggressively. He was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor. The match was as impossible as him. He only wanted her for her looks. She knew he would consider her his 'trophy'.
The witch ran a hand through her hair and straightened her suit top. There had been one boy who had caught her eye, however. It was unlikely anything would ever occur, but she couldn’t help but be attracted to Sirius Black. She’d gotten plenty of warnings from her friends to know he was trouble, but then she was too. She didn’t delve into quite the things she knew he and his friends did, but she wasn’t quite the proper girl that her little sister Sophia was. It irritated her parents to no end, both wishing for her to become some sort of high ranking member of the Ministry court. That didn’t interest her, too boring a job really.
She began to wonder what it would be like to run around with one of the most reckless boys at school. It was unlike her to think about boys, but she was alone and undisturbed at the moment; without anything to keep her mind busy she became an average teenage girl. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the Slytherin boy's voice echoing down the platform. He was talking with some of his friends and she had the aching feeling it was about how he'd get her this year. Before he would get too close, she grabbed her trolly, loaded with her trunks and owl, and wheeled it behind a pillar. She could handle him, her skills just as good as his, but if she could avoid interaction she would. The last thing she wanted was to encourage him by what he called, 'playing hard to get'.
His voice grew nearer and she pressed her back against the bricks and remained quiet. She always stood up and faced her enemies, but now that they were older, more experienced in magic; he'd been after her for two years, she felt he would start using force. It seemed to be very much the Slytherin thing to do. They always got what they wanted in any way they could. It wouldn't take much for him and his friends to overpower her. She didn't want to think about what he would try to do. They were almost adults and with hormones. She cringed until his voice faded away.
After a few moments she poked her head around and saw the platform starting to bustle with students. Figuring it was safe, she wheeled her trolley back into the open. Her long eared owl hopped around on his perch and hooted to its owner. "I know. I want to go too, Argo." She said and pet the bird through the bars. Argo rubbed his head against her fingers, but then looked away and started to hoot. "What is it?" She asked and looked over to where her owl's hoots were directed. James Potter was coming her way and she felt he heat rise in her face. Where James was, his troupe was sure to be right behind him. She'd hardly ever seen James without the three other boys, Sirius, Remus, and Peter (whom she'd never cared for in the least bit). While she was distracted she didn't hear the warning of a first year as he lost control of his trolley. When she did look his trolley ran into hers and he flew over it and knocked her over. She hit the floor hard and provided padding for the boy when he landed. "Bloody hell!" She said aloud and gripped her arm as pain started to shoot down it.
"I'm sorry, miss!" The boy said as he got off her and fell back onto his rump. She got to her feet and brushed the dirt off her white breeches.
"S'alright." She said and bit back harsh comments. He was only a first year after all. He had to be a nervous wreck as it was and she didn't need to add to it. Sighing she pulled him to his feet and gathered her things. Argo squawked at her as she lifted his cage back onto the trunks. She glared at him as she quickly arranged everything. She had to get out of there. She quickly pushed her trolley ahead and raised her hand to her brow to try and cover her red cheeks. She was royally flushed with embarrassment. She could just imagine everyone remembering that during Quidditch tryouts this year.
When the train arrived, the blonde boarded before anyone else and secured a compartment in the back of the train, hopefully far away from everyone else. Her face was still red as she thought about the incident that'd happened. She almost wished she'd had a confrontation with the Slytherin boy instead. At least then she would have some dignity if there were a fight. Instead she'd been knocked over by a first year in front tons of people. She took a deep breath and let it out to calm herself. In a hundred years, who's going to care?
As she was loading her luggage above the seat she heard someone slide open her compartment door. "Sorry,"she started. "I'd like this to myself..." She turned and saw a rather tall guy before her dressed in Slytherin robes. She knew him, they called him Goyle and he was one of her would-be suitors buddies. "Leave me alone." She said and went to grab her wand from the seat. Before she could grab it he had a hold on her hair and started to drag her out into the hall. "Let me go!" She yelled, knowing it was falling on deaf ears. She should've known better. Slytherin's almost always preferred the back of the train and they'd just mock her as she was dragged down the hall by her hair screaming for help.
"Hey Lucius! Look what I found in the back. A little mouse in a compartment all alone."Goyle laughed as they got closer to the man who'd been trying for her for years. Lucius Malfoy turned around and smiled down at her as she pulled from Goyle's grip.
"My, how you like to play hard to get, my little Rayna McKinnon." Lucius said and ran a finger down the side of her cheek as another of his henchmen, Crabbe, held her by the arms so she couldn't struggle. He looked her over from top to bottom and she hated it. She wished she'd changed into her robes earlier because in her current top she felt very out in the open under his gaze.
"Let me go Lucius." She said in a warning tone before kicking him over and wriggling free of Crabbe and Goyle's grips. She jumped over the kneeling Lucius and started to run. She didn't get far as a Slytherin boy tripped her and she fell to the floor. Without a pause she rolled onto her back and started to scoot away from Lucius as he angrily started for her. She'd never been afraid of him until now. His icy eyes were full of terrible intentions. She knew what he wanted to do to her.
She tried to get up and run, but he caught up to her and grabbed her then slammed her back first against the wall. "I'm tired of your games Rayna. I think it’s time you give in and let me have you." He said in her ear as she turned her face away. Many of the Slytherins were in the hall watching and laughing at her. She never should've wished to have a confrontation with Lucius Malfoy. But then she hadn't known how far he'd go to get what he wanted. "Are you done with your games, my pet?" He asked her and she clenched her eyes closed. She could feel his breath on her neck and she couldn't do anything but try not to cry. She was defenseless without her wand and Lucius was much bigger than her. He pressed his body against her and she tried to fight against him.
"Stop it!"She pled and it made everybody laugh at her once more.
"Just a little kiss, Rayna. We'll start with just a kiss." He said and nuzzled her neck.
"Stop, please stop it Lucius!"She cried as he kissed her neck this time. The last place in the world she wanted to be right then was pinned against the wall of the train by Lucius Malfoy.
The witch ran a hand through her hair and straightened her suit top. There had been one boy who had caught her eye, however. It was unlikely anything would ever occur, but she couldn’t help but be attracted to Sirius Black. She’d gotten plenty of warnings from her friends to know he was trouble, but then she was too. She didn’t delve into quite the things she knew he and his friends did, but she wasn’t quite the proper girl that her little sister Sophia was. It irritated her parents to no end, both wishing for her to become some sort of high ranking member of the Ministry court. That didn’t interest her, too boring a job really.
She began to wonder what it would be like to run around with one of the most reckless boys at school. It was unlike her to think about boys, but she was alone and undisturbed at the moment; without anything to keep her mind busy she became an average teenage girl. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the Slytherin boy's voice echoing down the platform. He was talking with some of his friends and she had the aching feeling it was about how he'd get her this year. Before he would get too close, she grabbed her trolly, loaded with her trunks and owl, and wheeled it behind a pillar. She could handle him, her skills just as good as his, but if she could avoid interaction she would. The last thing she wanted was to encourage him by what he called, 'playing hard to get'.
His voice grew nearer and she pressed her back against the bricks and remained quiet. She always stood up and faced her enemies, but now that they were older, more experienced in magic; he'd been after her for two years, she felt he would start using force. It seemed to be very much the Slytherin thing to do. They always got what they wanted in any way they could. It wouldn't take much for him and his friends to overpower her. She didn't want to think about what he would try to do. They were almost adults and with hormones. She cringed until his voice faded away.
We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go
After a few moments she poked her head around and saw the platform starting to bustle with students. Figuring it was safe, she wheeled her trolley back into the open. Her long eared owl hopped around on his perch and hooted to its owner. "I know. I want to go too, Argo." She said and pet the bird through the bars. Argo rubbed his head against her fingers, but then looked away and started to hoot. "What is it?" She asked and looked over to where her owl's hoots were directed. James Potter was coming her way and she felt he heat rise in her face. Where James was, his troupe was sure to be right behind him. She'd hardly ever seen James without the three other boys, Sirius, Remus, and Peter (whom she'd never cared for in the least bit). While she was distracted she didn't hear the warning of a first year as he lost control of his trolley. When she did look his trolley ran into hers and he flew over it and knocked her over. She hit the floor hard and provided padding for the boy when he landed. "Bloody hell!" She said aloud and gripped her arm as pain started to shoot down it.
"I'm sorry, miss!" The boy said as he got off her and fell back onto his rump. She got to her feet and brushed the dirt off her white breeches.
"S'alright." She said and bit back harsh comments. He was only a first year after all. He had to be a nervous wreck as it was and she didn't need to add to it. Sighing she pulled him to his feet and gathered her things. Argo squawked at her as she lifted his cage back onto the trunks. She glared at him as she quickly arranged everything. She had to get out of there. She quickly pushed her trolley ahead and raised her hand to her brow to try and cover her red cheeks. She was royally flushed with embarrassment. She could just imagine everyone remembering that during Quidditch tryouts this year.
Tell me what you want to know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
When the train arrived, the blonde boarded before anyone else and secured a compartment in the back of the train, hopefully far away from everyone else. Her face was still red as she thought about the incident that'd happened. She almost wished she'd had a confrontation with the Slytherin boy instead. At least then she would have some dignity if there were a fight. Instead she'd been knocked over by a first year in front tons of people. She took a deep breath and let it out to calm herself. In a hundred years, who's going to care?
As she was loading her luggage above the seat she heard someone slide open her compartment door. "Sorry,"she started. "I'd like this to myself..." She turned and saw a rather tall guy before her dressed in Slytherin robes. She knew him, they called him Goyle and he was one of her would-be suitors buddies. "Leave me alone." She said and went to grab her wand from the seat. Before she could grab it he had a hold on her hair and started to drag her out into the hall. "Let me go!" She yelled, knowing it was falling on deaf ears. She should've known better. Slytherin's almost always preferred the back of the train and they'd just mock her as she was dragged down the hall by her hair screaming for help.
"Hey Lucius! Look what I found in the back. A little mouse in a compartment all alone."Goyle laughed as they got closer to the man who'd been trying for her for years. Lucius Malfoy turned around and smiled down at her as she pulled from Goyle's grip.
"My, how you like to play hard to get, my little Rayna McKinnon." Lucius said and ran a finger down the side of her cheek as another of his henchmen, Crabbe, held her by the arms so she couldn't struggle. He looked her over from top to bottom and she hated it. She wished she'd changed into her robes earlier because in her current top she felt very out in the open under his gaze.
"Let me go Lucius." She said in a warning tone before kicking him over and wriggling free of Crabbe and Goyle's grips. She jumped over the kneeling Lucius and started to run. She didn't get far as a Slytherin boy tripped her and she fell to the floor. Without a pause she rolled onto her back and started to scoot away from Lucius as he angrily started for her. She'd never been afraid of him until now. His icy eyes were full of terrible intentions. She knew what he wanted to do to her.
She tried to get up and run, but he caught up to her and grabbed her then slammed her back first against the wall. "I'm tired of your games Rayna. I think it’s time you give in and let me have you." He said in her ear as she turned her face away. Many of the Slytherins were in the hall watching and laughing at her. She never should've wished to have a confrontation with Lucius Malfoy. But then she hadn't known how far he'd go to get what he wanted. "Are you done with your games, my pet?" He asked her and she clenched her eyes closed. She could feel his breath on her neck and she couldn't do anything but try not to cry. She was defenseless without her wand and Lucius was much bigger than her. He pressed his body against her and she tried to fight against him.
"Stop it!"She pled and it made everybody laugh at her once more.
"Just a little kiss, Rayna. We'll start with just a kiss." He said and nuzzled her neck.
"Stop, please stop it Lucius!"She cried as he kissed her neck this time. The last place in the world she wanted to be right then was pinned against the wall of the train by Lucius Malfoy.
I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time
For me to go, so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held her close
I swore I'd never let her go
For me to go, so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held her close
I swore I'd never let her go