A/N 13/10/13: Hi there! So this is the first part of the Ky Thornton series that I am writing. This is more of a coming of age story since it's based in the fourth year of schooling, Goblet of Fire. Things heat up in the second and third book though. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and if you have any feedback please leave it in a review, you never know how it affects the story in the future :D
This story is for the Ravenclaws, the Slytherins (Expect LOTS of Snape and a bit of Draco Malfoy), the Hufflepuffs (you guys know who I'm talking about : ) ) and last but not least, the Gryffindors (There will be lots of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Minerva, Dumbledore).
Disclaimer : I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by the brilliant mind that is J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers.
It was buzzing. A continuous, hum drum buzzing that pecked at my ears like pins to a voodoo doll. Speaking of which, I wish I had a voodoo doll of her. First thing I'd do is stitch its annoying perfect pink lips up. Pink lips that perfectly matched that atrocious pink two piece suit thing she was wearing. With the matching six inch heels that she would ardently point out was some French name she probably couldn't pronounce properly.
I rolled my grey eyes at the nonstop monologue and refrained from pulling on my dark mane in frustration. I shaded my face from the rays of sunlight but the act was fruitless, I had always been tan thanks to my Italian heritage. I stopped pretending to listen to Nessie and turned and looked out the car window at the lake we were currently driving pass, its crystalline perfection, surrounded by green landscapes distracted and concurrently aided in my effort at ignoring the blonde in the driver's seat.
Linus owes me big. Bigger than the latest IPad and Nintendo Wii U before release dates. I can't believe he convinced me to spend the day with his insipid fiancé, and unfortunately my future sister-in-law. And by convinced me, I mean bribed, and by bribed I mean money.
When he told me he and Nessie were getting married, and I fought off the resultant vomit that begged to emitted at the news, and that the infamous Wedding would occur in Scotland, silly old me imagined all these cool activities that him, Lenzo and myself can do!
Yet I, being the selfless creature that I am, put aside all my many ideas and said all I really wanted to do was go castle-seeing! And hopefully meet a few ghosts or unlock a few demons which subsequently meant us kicking said demons butts and becoming famous hero millionaires that get to live in aforementioned castle!
I mean its castles! There is nothing uncool about castles! Name one thing, just one! Someone gets on your nerves, lock 'em in the dungeons! Want to throw a party…wait, what's that? A ballroom in my lounge! And feel like a little skateboarding? There's a reason why all those staircase banisters in castles are so thick!
But no, we've been here a week and we've been doing nothing but pushing the neurons in my head to taking suicidal plunges to death in hope of escaping the boredom. And by boredom I mean nonstop wedding crap. I mean I could go the rest of my life without having to hear the word taffeta again.
"Kyrianna, are you listening to me! Have you decided if you want the taffeta dress for the reception or the lace? Personally I think the lace is a bit too mature but….buzzzzzz" Oh my sweet irony, this is the last straw.
Just before I could blow the roof off this Bentley, the most mesmerizing view caught my eye. It was as if the God of British classic automobiles in order to protect its own; sent me a vision that was nothing short of magical. It was a castle….no, it was The Castle. Its turrets and towers were set a light by the back drop of the slowly setting sun, and just like that the buzzing stopped and my veins were set aflame with an indescribable need that welled up and blocked everything else except The Castle out.
It was like it was a Siren and I was a hopeless shipwreck, I needed to see that castle. I don't know if it was the need to get away from Nessie, or the need to just do one thing I wanted this vacation or that weird feeling of déjà vu, but I just wanted to be there, at that castle. And then there was nothing but an uncomfortable twist in my stomach and Nessie's scream.
Hope that was half-way decent,