LOSE CONTROL *

[elizabeth marie parkinson]

I KNOW YOU'RE TYPE , BOY YOU'RE DANGEROUS YEAH
YOU'RE THAT GUY I'D BE STUPID TO TRUST

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it was dinner time, and beth wasn't hungry. she really did have to do something about her habit of eating between meals. her friends asked questions about why she skipped meals, but she ignored them. she probably wasn't the best friend ever. she didn't bother going into the great hall at all today, and walked straight down the marble staircase and turned towards the dungeons. she made her way to the slytherin common room, muttering the password to the blank stretch of wall that opened and let her in. she gladly noticed that the common room was empty, and took a chair next to the fire. the common room was under the lake, and had a damp air that didn't quite seem to go away - beth never voiced that it bothered her, but she preferred to sit as close to the fire as possible anyway. it was just a habit, and beth liked to be warm. warm was just a little harder than usual when you were under a lake. she pulled her baggy jacket tighter around her, because somehow, the flames near her didn't seem to beat the damp.

she needed to write home - her parents liked to hear from her, because her letters about her time at hogwarts brought back memories for them. maybe their memories weren't quite the same as the things that beth got up to now - there wasn't the whole .. voldermort thing going on. not many people knew about that, not even many of the slytherins. beth knew though, and she wasn't sure whether the idea scared her or not. maybe it just excited her. she needed some excitement in her life - the monotony of classes, homework, more classes, friends, essays, it drove her crazy sometimes. she needed something fresh and new, and maybe the whole voldermort thing was what she needed. tom hadn't said much to her, and she didn't exactly know what was going on with him, but she'd heard about the 'lord' thing. maybe he was planning a hostile takeover of hogwarts. that would break the monotony. although she doubted most would enjoy it. beth would do anything to get rid of the boredom, and break out of her quiet girl image. most people seemed to think beth shrank into the sidelines, stayed quiet, kept her head down and did her work, and to be frank, she was a little tired of it. but then, let people think what they want.

she pulled out some parchment, a quill and an ink pot, and dipping her quill into the dark green ink. she scribbed across the top of the page - her handwriting was neater when she wrote fast, she had no idea why, but she did - and started her letter off, saying she was fine, classes were okay, and she was on top of her homework. that was probably all her parents cared about - beth doing her homework, beth doing well in class, beth getting good comments from teachers. beth this and beth that. she didn't think they cared about her personal life - as long as she was sticking to her 'own kind', the pure blooded slytherins, which she did, of course. although she supposed they wou have to approve of any boys that decided they wanted to get involved, providing she liked them, of course. she figured she could probably sprout an extra head and they wouldn't care - as long as she still did well in school. although she supposed it could be worst ; at least she didn't have parents that were in her face all of the time, asking what she was doing every second of the day. she preferred it the way she had it, if she thought about it that way.

this was the part of the letter she struggled with. she had told her parents about school, her lessons, her homework. did she talk about her friends? at the moment, she'd rather not. boyfriends? well they didn't exist, so that was a no. she supposed she could describe the slytherin common room to them in great detail, in case they had forgotten. was it bad that she found writing a letter to her parents awkward? probably. she had no idea what they wanted to hear from her, other than school related things. could she just leave the letter as it was? as much as she had said about school, it was still short, considering she hadn't seen her parents in a month. she decided to leave it for a while, and see if she could get any further later. she put her quill down and flicked a spare piece of parchment into the fire, watching the flames flicker and the parchment burn. "what do you want me to write you?"

[/color] she asked the letter in front of her, almost as if she expected her parents voices to tell her what they wanted to hear.
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TAGGED;

[/COLOR] TOM RIDDLE.
WORD COUNT;[/COLOR] EIGHT TWO SEVEN.
LYRICS;[/COLOR] GOOD GIRLS GO BAD , COBRA STARSHIP.
BANNER;[/COLOR] wreckoftheday ! at CAUTION 2.0
TEMPLATE;[/COLOR] SPACE CADET. at CAUTION 2.0
NOTES;[/COLOR] OMGSORRY D: IT TOOK AGES, I KNOW RIGHT D: AND IT'S CRAPPY o.o I'M SORRYYYY D:[/font][/size][/blockquote]