Between the Lines.

Chris decided to go to the library. She needed to clear her mind. There was only one thing she had been thinking about for the past couple of days. The Dark Followers. She didn't really want to be within their ranks anymore. The activity of the group was slow and Chris didn't have patience for it. She didn't. I'm gonna quit! she thought as she finally made up her mind. She had been pissed off for the period of time that she had this thought in her head but now that she had finally mad her decision, she had her cool.

As Chris entered the library, she saw that people were at every table. Crowded and quiet! se thought with a look of confuse on her face. As she looked around for an empty ttable, she didn't find any, but she did see a girl around her age sitting alone. Chris wasn't particularly the sociaal type but she had to give it a try. She reluctantly walked over to the girl. "Hello. All of the tables are full. May I join you?" she asked innocently.

Chris smiled at the girl and sat down. "Thank you," she said kindly, "I'm Christina. You can call me a Chris." Chris opened her potions book. NEWT potions wan't as fun as she thought it would be. Dammit! I don't get this.... she thought with an annoyed expression on her face. She let out a sigh that meant 'I hate this so much'. Chris took out a quill that a Gryffindor had given to her. For some reason there was a smug look on their face when it was given to her.

When he started writing, there was a searing pain in her hand. She dropped the quill immediately. Chris examine the paper and it looked as if her blood was being used as the ink. No wonder he said that I didn't need any ink for it! she thought, holding her hand in agony. Chris looked up from her hand and the pain had disappeared for a second. The Gryffindor boy of whom had given her this quill was standing between two rows of bookshelves, cracking up.

There was nothing but anger on her mind at that moment and Chris picked up her wand. "Stupefy!" she said and the guy fell over. She put her wand down gently and tried to block herself out from the rest of the world. She always felt like an outsider. And being anti-social wasn't helping. The only reason why she had approached the girl across form her was because she had no choice. There was nowhere left to sit.

Chris looked at Eva. 'Yeah. I'm fine. He just gave me a quill that uses my blood for ink," she said quietly as the pain returned to her hand. A question mark shaped cut had been engraved into her hand. She had written that on her paper. She looked around to see if anyone was still staring at her but they had focused their attention back on whatever they were doing before she had fire the spell. "At least it's not gushing out blood," she said, smiling and looking back down at her scraped hand.

"Can I borrow a quill?" she asked Eva. All of her other ones had somehow disappeared out of nowhere. What she had been thinking about somehow slithered back into her thoughts. Chris closed her potions book and put her homework away. "Hey can I ask you something?" she said asking a question already, "What's your allegiance for the Feuding Forces?"

Chris nodded at what she had said. "I just quit the Dark Followers. I just thought that joining the Dark Rebellion will get me nowhere.... I think Potter's Army might be the place for me," she said quietly. Chris was curious of how her family might be in danger. "Um.... I know it's not my place but how might your family be in danger?" she said with an eyebrow raised. Chris didn't usually ask questions that didn't have anything to do with her but she was particularly curious enough to ask.

"Are any of your family members apart of any of the forces?" Chris asked again. She thought now she may have been medeling in Eva's business. She decided to keep the questions to a minimum now.

Chris smirked. "I understand. I'm half-veela," she said. "We're not treated the same as regular wizards or witches. I almost changed when I fired that spell at that boy." She wasn't ashamed of being veela but instead said it proudly. On the other hand, it seemed like Eva was ashamed of her bloodline. "I know this is very nosy but.... are you ashamed of being veela?" Chris asked her nervously. "My mother left my father when I was born.... She was a full veela. I hate her!"

Chris decided to stop talking for a second trying to hold back anymore anger. She looked down at her bruised hand and back up to Eva. She decided to get off the subject of her mother. "Sorry. I know you don't want to hear about my mother. But yes I am a veela."