{Chased by death { Raviv

[ashleigh evans macmillian]

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So today she was in the darkness and wildness of the forbidden forest.What intention did she have?None at all.She just wanted to hangout and discover something new and the Forbidden Forest seemed to be in her list of doing a favour for her.So she dressed up like a scott.Oh only kidding.Ew.She so badly hated their uniforms.And so she could never and ever think about those wearing them even in her dream.It would be only a nightmare.She dressed up in her style wearing short of dark blue colour,sleeve less white shirt and a denim coat on it.The shirt was body fitting and at the same time the neck of the shirt was abit low.She purchased these when she was in her fifth year and this was the third time she was wearing them after her fifth year.They were old pair of clothes in her wardrobe but they really never looked old.Simple thing was that she kept her clothes with care not letting them get spoiled or ruined by anything.

So she left the castle around four thirty pm and made her way towards the forest.Honestly she really didnt wanted to go there because she was way too scared of darkness,getting lost and snakes!SNAKES! for first of all but something seemed to be pulling her towards the forest.As if some sort of magic or perhaps it were only her gutts.

She had been walking and walking all alone in the greenery of the forest with her wand in her hand and her eyes narrowed looking here and there with quick glances around.She didnt know what she was looking for but it was surely nothing scary especially a snake.She freaking hated them and she wouldnt surviv if she came across any of them.It was seven thirty and the sky was getting darker as the evening was growing old.She was walking around and thinking whether was she still remembering her way out or not.As she walked around talking to herself she felt as if something behind her moved.She quickly turned back.Her wand raised tightly in her hand ready to attack."Whose there?" she asked.And something moved again as if it was wriggling behind the bushes.Her hands were trembling thinking that it was a snake and she had no more gutts remaining to stand there for another minute.She heard something else as if foot steps and then the thing that was infront of her behind the bushes again moved.She felt as if she heard some hisses.her fear has come to an end.She took her speed and ran for her life.As she ran she noticed the thing jump out and follow her.She had no gutts to turn back and look at what it was.

It was hissing and wriggling and so it was truely a snake.A huge one.She turned and looked behind and it really was a snake. Ashleigh wanted to break into tears she couldnt afford to look at it again and she wanted to just get out of the forest but the more she ran that much more she found herself running in circle and getting lost in the vastness of the forest as if it a non-ending maze.Running down a small hill she hit a rock and fell on the ground.She really didnt think that she could get up.The fear and the image of the snake was taking over her body and paralising her body.And it was coming again.Her wand was in her hand but she had no strength to move her hand and say some spell.with her body her brain was too paralysied and as it came nearer into the sight of her way she screamed out loudly.Alas.She was soon to be a dead one if their came no help..or mercy.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[benny]

Raviv was on his usual streak of boredom. He had ventured out into the forbidden forest in need of something to photograph. He knew the forest was crowded with all forms of strange beings, and decided one of them might make a good picture to finish his history of magic report that was due the next day. He was dressed as was usual for him, a plain white collared shirt with the top buttons undone, and an old jacket over that. He wore black jeans with a tear in the left knee and a pair of black shoes. He had his camera strapped to his neck and his wand in hand. He knew the forest was a dangerous place to be, especially at 5pm, when the sun was setting. But he found that the setting sun was the most beautiful lighting he could ask for. With that, he made his way down the forest. Taking a random guess at where he was going. He rarely got lost, he had a natural sense of direction for some reason, though it has proven him wrong a few times.

While in the forest, he found many interesting things. Several small critters such as spiders (which weren't as small as normal spiders}, snakes and so on. He didn't really fear them. He knew few creatures would cause harm without feeling the need to, and if it came to it he was sure he could outrun a spider or snake. Maybe use his wand, though he wasn't very good at magic half the time. He proceeded on walking and snapping shots for what seemed like a couple hours, though he wasn't sure, he had forgotten his watch atop his nightstand, which was obviously a foolish mistake. Staying in this place too late would prove very dangerous to anyone. He decided he would go look for one last shot. Something amazing or at least dazzling enough to make up for his slap shot procrastinated work on the report.

He was ready to make his leave, having gotten a picture of a centaur aiming his bow and arrow at a creature on top of a tree that Raviv couldn't see, but it was a good shot. The centaur looked graceful and undeniably powerful in it. While trying to find his way back, Raviv heard a scream. it sounded a lot like a girl, who was either in trouble or just cray. He decided to take his chances and headed in the way of the scream.When he arrived at the area he heard the screaming he found a girl, lying either unconscious or completely paralyzed. He saw a snake nearing her, though why she was so scared he wasn't sure. It was a small non poisonous snake. Though he didn't know the name, nor much about them, he knew that at worst they would wrap around you weakly and leave a nasty slime. It didn't matter though, she looked like she needed help, and so he delivered it. He aimed his wand and with a wordless spell he sent it flying towards some tree. He didn't want to hurt the creature either, it was causing no one harm.

He walked closer to the girl, who was conscious to his surprise, and spoke calmly but cautiously.
"Are you okay ma'am. Do you need any help?"
He asked as he offered her a hand up.

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[ashleigh evans macmillian]

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One of the best things about Ashleigh was her ability to hide her tears and sorrows and pain and never get emotional infront of others. She really never did and neither she cried . If she was sad or unhappy she would like to sit in the cornor staring at the ceilings or the walls without any expression on her face and getting lost in her thoughts but then talking about what she really was like then she was bi-polar, a minute so happy and another minute curled up in the corner staring at those unknown hidden things that could be seen only by her and none other afterall nothing such ever exsisted. It was just her mind where so much took place that kept her away from the most of the things that the girls of her age where living with.She was just another hopeless tale..

The eldest Macmillian had laid herself in terrifying trouble and fear of something she couldnt ever overcome. For her getting lost in the firest was a nightmare and that also in the evening and then a snake was a phobia. She couldnt even dare to look at a snake then how face it? and that was the reason why she kept herself away from the slytherins and andother reason why she hated her mother as it was all the ironic greatness of her mother to leave her all alone to face the huge snakes hoping that their daughter might turn out to be some parsel mouth and get herself out of the snakes, safely, proving her dad that she deserved to be a slytherin but it never worked. That was the day eversince when she started to find excuses to keep away from her mother and the slytherin and everything that had anything to do with the snakes. The harder she ran that much she was being followed by the wriggling snake. What did the snake want from her? it was so terrifying to her worst, she had tripped over the stone and fallen over her back but managed to sit up holding her wand it her hand as its mouth pointed at the snake. The wand was only useful when she would have open her mouth and mouthed a spell but she did nothing. She was attached to the ground like the gravity pulling her, and it was so hard for her to think of something or some way to get rid of the snake and only one thing came to her mind that was a prayer to send an angel down to earth to help her for atleast those good deads she had done through half of her life. It was only after she had screamed , she gave up that there would be any help, any luck and any mercy but she had her hopes to survive. She shut her eyes.

The next few minutes really didnt settle into her head and either it functioned well as it was frozen to understand what had just happened. There stood a tall, athletic guy who held his wand in his hand . The snakes disappeared, or maybe it turned into ashes, or perhaps it flew away or the earth's gravity pulled it deeper inside.Their were so many possiblities but it wasnt very easy to point at any one of them as everyone of them seemed to be reasonable.She had her eyes closed so she really didnt know...maybe the snake was the guy...or maybe the boy who stood infront of her was the snake.. but it couldnt be because it was the eldest Zabini and a seventh year just like her.Named as Raviv. She knew him but they never spoke. He held out his hand and she didnt move. Though she moved her hand to hold onto his but she couldnt reach it, her body seemed to be paralised and she was literally shivering. Her hand reached for his hand and their was this touch that handed upon his warm hand that the cold touch of Ashleigh, she placed her shaking hand upon his but then moved it back. "I-think-i'm-fine-Rav-ee-v--just-cant-move-but why was it following me?and where did it go?"Her voice was flat, her eyes and voice lacking that spark of energy as dark eyes misted over, the edges sparkling with tears she wasn't even trying to hold back anymore.Questions and questions explained how much she was senseless at the moment, and in a huge shock and caught it deep curiousity. Was a Zabini suppose to be so nice? just a case like hers, she even belonged to the greengrass, was she suppose to belong to hufflepuff? why did the very unknown sort of people showed up at the last moment making us realize the real good soul of them?




notes;;--wohho! xD
listening to;;-- crushed - rosete
tagged;;---- Raviv Zabini<3 {. Mono.
muse;;--- alivve to make a long meaningless post as you-can-see.
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[benny]

He stood holding out his hand to her, even after she recoiled from his touch, he didn't move it back. He had a smile on his face, he thought people always seemed more comfortable with a smile instead of showing worry, which he was. She didn't like really hurt except for maybe a few scratches and bruises from a fall, but it didn't stop him from worrying. Even for a stranger, such as she was. She spoke with a stutter she was still pretty much scared obviously. Somehow she knew Raviv's name.
might I ask how you know my name?
He asked, with obvious curiosity.

He though even while he asked, thinking back to his classes something about her struck him as familiar. He couldn't quite remember who she was. Certainly not someone he was very familiar with. but someone who knew him. Most likely a classmate. Then he remembered.

Before she spoke, he answered. She was Ashleigh Macmillian. Daughter of his parent's long time friends, and class mate. He had never spoken to her, though they had a couple classes together.. They didn't really have mutual friends or hung around the same people, so it had just never happened.
Ashleigh. Sorry, I didn't recognize you for a second. As for the snake, I'm not sure why it was following you, though I can assure you it's gone now. I must say though, you don't really sound or look fine. Are you sure you don't need any help?

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[ashleigh evans macmillian]

If someone didnt know about it, Ashleigh had a family that made sure their kids knew about everything that happened in the past, and even if their kids didnt give a damn to it they were forced by their mother. Her mother, a lady of pride had always pulled Ashleigh onto the side which she lived in her younger years of Hogwarts by telling Ashleigh how she was suppose to be dressed up, how she was suppose to behave with others, whom she was supposed to be friends with and whom she was suppose to hate but for once and for all, Ashleigh told her mom not to ever interfere in her life which according to her dad and grandparents was a very rude thing to say. All that mattered to her family was what made them feel bad not what Ashleigh felt. This way she grew out to be stubborn, unhappy and so much out of this world. She was a very strange girl, who was happy for a minute and sad for another. People find it so hard to understand and it was very hard for herself to overcome the fear that if she didnt change herself people would hate and leave her alone forever. The harder she tried to change that much worse her everything seemed to be and she let it go on. Living a messed up life was turning into a usual thing for her.


The Potters, the Malfoys, the Zabini's, the Woods, the Weasleys, and the rest who had a part to play back in history were all to known to Ashleigh, thanks to her parents, as her father always pulled her to those who were a part of the Dumbledore's army and her mother dragged her to parties of the rich and wealthy purebloods (her best friends from Hogwarts) who were mostly slytherins like the Malfoys, the Crabbe's, the Goyles,the Smiths and lately its been the Zabini's. She was introduced to everybodies parents and her mother hoped that she would make good friends with their kids whereas Ashleigh had this little thing in her mind that if she would make anyone her friend then it would be those poeple who would first of treat others equally,be friendly and always take her side no matter what she was upto or into and correct her mistakes with their "frustration", not " jokes". She wasnt one of those girl who wanted to go on making friends, she was down for real business where she made friends with some real people and got along with them pretty well and as per the others? she was even friendly with them but didnt consider them to be anything much than some strangers.. this was where her genes from her mothers side that is the pureblood slytherin blood roared out but hand in hand it she behaved nice with others like a two goody shoe hufflepuff.


Name? how did she know his name?Good question. Blame her mother. She always spoke highly of her friends and their kids so she knew his name. Being a metamorphagus was starting to turn her hair into a shade of red. She hoped he wasnt thinking that she was one of those crazy fan of his because she had seen many girls in her dorm who always sat talking about him and how to impress him and in respond Ashleigh snorted. She didnt like all of these girlish stuff and talks about guys. It was so much annoying. She was a girl who always liked to wait though at time impatinceness drived her crazy but she waited as waiting and patience always brought something to ones life somewhere in the end. She was a girl who lived in her tiny world of fantasy and imgaination where she belonged to this guy who was one day going to be her prince charming, and that was only what she hoped in her love life to acheive and nobody else.. she wasnt a fan of the Zabini's or anybody and their's looks never mattered to her. All she wanted from a guy was love and understanding.Getting back to his question she wondered what type of an answer would work to prove that she wasnt a fan of his wisdom.Quidditch? alas, yes. Something she always wanted to learn, something that was her weakness and a weak point that she hated heights and can never and ever be a part of the quidditch team. She adored people who were in the quidditch team and played with passion for their team to win. Raviv was a player of the team. Ashleigh knew that very well and it added even more pride and shine into Raviv's personality to which many girls were crazy 'bout. So not being one of those she spoke with the same flat voice after she had found an answer or an excuse to not let him know her family history and their so awkwardness. "You're in quidditch team...i've heard 'bout you on the quidditch field" an very poor attempt of hers where she still mentioned that she had heard about him. He was a good quidditch player. She had seen him play and she always wished someone could help her so that she could be a part of the quidditch but this was only one of her wild dream that wont come to true.


She didnt wanted to close her eyes or else the tears would slid down her cheeks and Raviv would see it and neither she felt that she could wipe it away. Her body was still so much caught by the panic and it was so much frozen. Then she heard him apologize and at the same time she heard him recognize her. To her surprise, he did notice her around in his surrounding that he knew who she was and what was her name. If only they could've talked to each other then today her mother would've been happy that her daughter was finally starting to take interest in socializing just her like dearest mother but sadly Ash didnt have that much time to waste on any of it. She craved for peaceful and lonely moments and life was peaceful when she was all alone.

"I just dont like snakes, it shouldnt come back..." she said.It was such an abvious thing. Saved her? indeed. "i dont-fink-i-can-ever-thank-you-enough-for-saving-my-life" her flat voice cracked as she pulled in the desire to cry but she couldnt. She was never to cry infront of anyone and be weak. The snake shouldnt be back because she couldnt run, or even wake. She placed her hand on her ankle that was bleeding, and couldnt move it. Seemed like she broke it as she remembering jumping off the huge stone and tripping over it as hitting her foot over the small one.She placed her hand upon it trying to hide the blood and the cut of her so sprained ankle from Raviv. What worse could ever happen to her than this?





notes;;--ohmegosh.I wrote such a long post.Sorriew but i like it to be long! and this was one of my best-awkwardkness-post.
listening to;;-- Left me for her- Tagong
tagged;;---- Raviv { Monoo!<3
muse;;--- alivve to make a long meaningless post as you-can-see.
status;;---- sleepy.
oufit;;---- click..

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[benny]

Raviv had always been familiar with most family names of his parents' time. It was the time of great turnings, and all families played their part. More so when it came to the MacMillians. Everyone knew them, or at least of them. He's not sure how or why, but his parents were always trying to get him to interact with certain families. The MacMillians were one of them. Though he never listened, obviously, he had taken notice of the children of those families and was even friends with a few. Ashleigh wasn't one of those people, as he had thought to himself earlier, she was simply too distant from most anyone else. He knew her parents though. They scared him a tad. Not that they looked or acted scary, they just had a menacing mentality to them. it was something he tended to avoid in people. He disliked the fact that his parents had taken a liking to them, simply because he didn't agree with their views, which was common knowledge to most everyone. He didn't exactly dislike them, he just didn't want to mingle with people of such beliefs.

She mentioned Quidditch, and though he was a decent quidditch player, he had never thought people would recognize him because of it. Especially someone like Ashleigh. Though he didn't know her, he assumed she wasn't really into sports. He noticed a slight change in her hair that quickly became more pronounced until the point in which her hair had become mostly red. He smiled a bit, it struck him funny, she was obviously metamorphagus, which he found kind of cool. He knew some of her friends, somehow he had what some would consider "fans" though he hardly paid attention to it. He never attempted to be popular or known at all. If anything, he would rather have spent his time alone, instead of dealing with girl drama. He knew Ashleigh wan't one of his "fans", a friend or two of hers' were. So it shouldn't have surprised him at all when she knew his name.

Her voice trembled when she spoke, whether out of the shock or something else now was unknown to him completely. She still looked like she was about to faint, and she seemed to be holding back tears. Most likely from the pain, she looked a bit hurt, scratched and bruised here and there. Her eyes were red and watery from the fright, which was only to be expected. Still, he tried to ignore it. he was bad with tears in general, he never knew what to say to help people who were crying and usually ended up making things worse. He quickly diverted from her eyes, afraid she'd notice.He smiled at her, like he was used to doing. Some people said his smile was quite warm and charming, though it didn't matter to him, he simply liked to smile. Ah of course, I guess I didn't realize quidditch would be a reason to be recognized.He said with slight blush. He was happy it was dark enough to shadow his face, he was genuinely concerned about her. She didn't look that hurt, but she sounded and seemed like she'd practically died. He never liked being in those positions, they only amplified into worse and worse situations from his experience. He didn't like when people were at discomfort in general because it caused him discomfort as well. He was huge on worrying, and couldn't help doing it at times, which was strange for anyone his age, but again it was simply force of habit.

Saved you? Naw, it wasn't anythin' serious. No need for thanks, though I do say you take more o' care being around here alone. There's not just tons of snakes, other, worse, creatures still live 'round here. Now c'mon. Get up, it's getting late and we need to take care of those wounds. He paused for a moment, finally taking realization of her leg. it didn't look good. At best sprained, at worst broken. Wait, can you get up? he said a bit shyly, he wasn't good with healing or medical spells. If it was anything over basics, he couldn't help. Which probably wasn't great in this position.

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