Strega-Arvay

~Finale~ “Professor Lupin, may we start the feast now?” “Goodness, no!” interjected Professor Trelawney from down the table. “It’s terribly bad luck to begin a feast with only thirteen at the table!” “Sorry Albus, but I agree with Sybil,” said Professor Lupin. “We should wait. It wouldn’t do to have any misfortune wreck this most lovely Christmas dinner. Heaven knows, the roast could spring to life and kill us all!” He looked sideways at Trelawney, who was scowling at his sarcasm. “And for the millionth time,” he said. “Call me Teddy! Professor Lupin makes me sound

~STAVE FIVE~ the spirit Snape twisted and turned as he fell though darkness, the infernal bells ringing in his ears. His body was bound, wrapped in a suffocating shroud. “Remember!” The voice boomed in the distance amid the thunderous tolling. His eyes flew open just in time to see a floor rise up beneath him. He hit it with a resounding thud. Snape groaned as he lay there face down. His head was spinning. Sweat dripped from his forehead into tiny pools on the cold flagstone floor. The bells were still ringing, but softer. They were warm, almost melodic. School bells… Snape tried to roll over but he was stuck, tightly wound

~STAVE FOUR~ the demon Snape stood alone, waiting in the dark… but nobody came. The gloom pressed in around him, cold and clammy. Had there been any light in this forsaken place Snape was sure he could have seen his breath before his face. He reached out, searching blindly for something or anything, but there was nothing, simply nothing. What was to happen next? Where was he to go? “Or…” he thought, “is there simply nothing more to come?” Snape shuddered and threw away the thought. No, he was here for a reason. There was something he needed to know and understand. There was some lesson that he had to learn,