That was when it started; her anger outweighed her pain in every sense of the words. She growled and turned to gaze coolly at Draco. “If you were smart, you’d simply leave this one alone as I have asked, Draco.” She sneered. “It is NONE of your Business.” She growled.
The room grew chill, as chill as if they had been suddenly plunged into the South Pole, breath could be seen as they all breathe din and out and frost began to form on any surface that had any amount of moisture. Everyone around stood perfectly still, not daring to move, not knowing rather it was safe to do so. Kiara sat back down and crossed her arms over her chest and stared at nothing. Her head was pounding still, but she was ignoring it now, her eyes were glowing with an iridescence that was chill to look upon. Finally, several of the students began to move as if animated puppets, their limbs moving reluctantly, stiff, towards the porthole and they were gone. The remainder of the students seemed to understand her point and quickly, as if trying to escape from death itself, they dashed out of the common room.
“Go away.” She told him. She didn’t want to be in his presence any longer. She wanted to be alone, and she knew even to go upstairs, he’d probably follow her anyway. He was the only living person in this castle that she could not touch, the only one who she could not make leave her alone, and right now, the only one she wanted to leave her sight. This did nothing to save her growing anger.
