This time I'm not scared

[harmony felina]

"I Swear." She promised. She would never have told so her response came quickly, and easily. There was no hint of falsehood in her voice. It was easier if they kept their secrets to themselves. The girl tucked her wand away and and spoke slowly now, in a whisper heavy with conspiracy. "Now we know about each other. Things nobody should know. As far as I'm concerned that makes us friends for life." She actually smiled then. It was almost good for someone to know her secret language, to be able to talk to someone about it, even if she doubted that Sara would ever understand the interests that accompanied that skill, if nothing else she knew the hard facts.

"Are you crazy?" She asked quietly and calmly now. "Even if you are, I don't care." It was an honest statement. Sara being crazy was probably the most comforting possibility, not to mention a very interesting one. Harmony knew that she herself thought in ways that were different to other people. She herself was probably crazy, if she was honest with herself. It didn't bother her. She didn't want to think and feel differently to how she did now. She knew who she was and changing that seemed wrong. So why would she want to change Sara?

The aggression in Sara's demand for her to swear that she would keep the secret was what really interested Harm though. She wanted that. She liked that. She appreciated strength, and those sorts of orders were the sort of thing that Harm herself would give to someone. Now she understood what that dark part of her was seeing in Sara... They had more in common than Harmony might have thought. She walked over toward the other girl. "Do you want to go to the dungeons and find some mice for Addie?" She asked smiling almost as though nothing had happened, and feeding live rodents to a snake was perfectly normal.

[sara young]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Her light eyes showed surprise but also a sense of joy. The girl swore, she listened to Sara without hesitation. Sara held her hand out and nodded with a slightly amused smile. "Friends for life." she enjoyed a bond like this, this was what she needed the most. 

Sara frowned and shook her head. "No I am not.. I fight it." she said and ran a hand over her face. Why don't you trust me sis? she ignored the voice and dusted off her clothes. The girl with the hood was interesting to Sara but her mind was going into millions of places, the chaos hurting her head. 

"Maybe I got sorted into Slytherin because I am crazy." but she couldn't let it happen, she did not want to hurt people. "Yes. Addie needs mice, I know where some are. I feed them." she said and marched out of the woods like their previous conversation never happened.

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[harmony felina]

Harm had meant her offer when she said it. She would need to stay on this girl's good side if nothing else, but quite aside from that, there was something here. There was some potential for these two young ladies to mean a lot to one-another. Harm saw it in the other's dark demands, she felt it when they hissed to Addie, They knew things about each other that no other soul would ever know. Harm respected Sara a great deal in that moment, realising that they were good for another, even if at some point in the future they could be very bad for someone else

When Sara admitted that she was fighting herself going crazy, and ran her hand over her face like that... That motion too was oddly familiar to Harm, indeed she repeated it herself without really thinking. She could see conflict and confusion and inner turmoil in Sara. Despite the fact that Harm herself was always calculating, always trying to work things to her advantage, she knew what inner pain was like. Her own mind was uncertain, fearful, she knew on some conscious level that much of what she wanted was wrong, and she feared consequences, but when an urge took her, she suspended those fears and let herself run wild. "I don't think that's it." She said honestly

"Slytherins aren't about evil, or being crazy. Even if a lot of you go that way. It's about being cunning. Being smart about how you get what you want, and ambition. You probably were probably put in Slytherin because you don't want to be crazy, and that's important to you. Overcoming everything happening in your head is a big goal. The Sorting Hat must have been impressed." She was thinking aloud as she said this, really. But it was true, at least as far as Harmony knew. The hat had sorted some very evil students into Gryffindor, like Peter Pettigrew.

Harm herself was what the Hogwarts students used to refer to as a Hatstall. Someone who the sorting hat took a tediously long time deciding on. It had placed Harm in Gryffindor only after it had discovered that despite her dark ambitions, what mattered more to her was her willingness to indulge in them despite the consequences, and her grace under pressure. She was almost a Slytherin herself. It was a good thing she was in Gryffindor though, she supposed. Gryffindors were less likely to try and figure out what she was up to. They weren't motivated by the same things the House of Serpents were.

[sara young]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Sara slipped her cold hands into the pocket of her sweatshirt as she walked back to the castle, her eyes ahead of her while listening to the other girl. She bit her lip while walking, trying to push back Sapphire's voice in her head. She never thought she would hear voices or be special but she was and it happened. 

Sapphire talked to snakes too and said it was nothing to fear, she even joked that her girlfriend thought it was sexy. Sara just thought it was amazing and now she was amazing just like her sister and her father. The brunette turned to the other girl and eyed the hood. 

"Why hide you face?" she asked with a slight raised brow. "You are very nice. I like that." she told her and looked ahead of herself again.

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