Chapter 2 - Bump (1/2)
Rowan lets out a groan as she rolls to her side and touches the throbbing left side of her head to only feel a sticky metallic smelling like substance on her fingertips. Through blurry eyes she sees dark blood running down her hand. ”Here,” a gloomy familiar voice handed Rowan a wet cloth.
Rowan automatically accepts and dabs the cloth to her aching head, wincing as the cloth touches the still bleeding wound. ”You didn't have to do that Rowan, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” the young boy rebutted.
Rowan's midnight black indigo eyes flash wide open to see a gloomy boy with long, stringy black hair and a straight, unbroken nose. ”Severus Snape?” Rowan whispered in disbelief.
”Did father hit you that hard, Rowan?” Severus worriedly said with a frown.
A pain in her stomach causes Rowan to instantly leap to her feet and rush across the dusty floor. Rowan slams the door open, a dirty toilet and sink with mirror loom insight. Unable to reach the toilet, she hovers over the sink. A stream of memories fills Rowan's mind causing her to heave the contents of her entire stomach into the dirty sink.
The painfully heaving leaves a burning sensation in Rowan's nose and throat. Trying to breathe in and out, Rowan finds that the memories of this body settle down, while the memories of her own past life had already faded away like a dream. The only trace remaining of her past life is any relevant past knowledge and information of the future.
Rowan wipes her nose and mouth with her patched sleeve, before turning on the fossette as yellow like water emerges and washes the grimy sink. She glances up to gaze into the grim covered mirror to see long raven unruly hair to her waist so dark that it is tinted indigo. The girl in the mirror is thin with less sharp features than Severus that showcase at present as rather androgynous features.
Rowan grimaces as her firm lips make her seem that much more masculine than she would like. Her midnight black indigo colored eyes flutter sullenly. That should mostly go away with time when she began to physically grow out. However, on the left side of her head, there is a gaping wound that is still faintly bleeding, and that will no doubt leave a scar.
Rowan's eyes flicker at seeing a reflection behind her in the mirror. She turns around to face Severus and finds that she is just a tad taller if not just as slender as her younger twin brother. Feeling the throbbing ache in her head, Rowan says, ”Sorry, but what is the exact date today?”
”It's June 11th, 1971. We've on summer break,” Severus replied with evident concern.
”Ah, you're right,” Rowan wryly answered, and as if in thought glances down at her left arm. Severus frowns at the silence and waits for a reply, but instead, she gently rolls up her sleeve to see a familiar leaf birthmark on her upper wrist.
Reassured, Rowan swiftly rolls the sleeve back down and says, ”Why don't I cook us something to eat?”