Clark Dill
November 19, 2015 9:02 PM
Just a dream, just a dream by Clark Dill
Clark had gotten used to the feel of his school robes over the last four years at Sonora. School robes with not just one but two shiny new badges hanging off its front felt very different. Now in his room for the night, he carefully took off first the Prefect badge, then his Assistant Quidditch Captain badge and tucked them safely away in the warded drawer of his night stand. He didn't think Oliver would steal them (mostly because Oliver had no use for the AQC one and everyone already knew Clark had been the one to actually win the Prefecture), but he wouldn't entirely put hiding or defacing them past his unpleasant and potentially spiteful roommate. It was just wisest to keep his more treasured belongings safe behind protection spells.In addition to the two badges, he'd also just signed up to be a Library Monitor this year, and he intended to continue his run as the president and founder of the Science Club as well. Overall, he was feeling like a Pretty Important Dude as he settled into his bed for the night. (Also warded to keep Oliver out. Not that he was afraid of his roommate. He was just ... prepared. Just in case.)
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Dlark swaggered into the room. (Dlark was Clark's alien name, chosen as a condensed form of 'Dark Clark'. He used the moniker not because he was at all worried that someone might discover his secret identity, but rather because it sounded much more sinister and imposing than 'Clark' did. As the up-and-coming Alien Overlord of Earth, he'd needed a more awesome name for the masses to shout when they saw his robot army coming to dominate the world to his rule.) Anyway, he swaggered into the room and looked upon his two captives.
To the right was the Satori who had made all this necessary. If it had just kept its nose out of Dlark's business, nobody would have found out young cheerful Clark had been an alien and then nobody would have come for him and nobody would have gotten hurt. That hadn't been the case and now there was a robot army subjugating the planet.
To the left was Oliver Ferguson II.
"At last," Dlark cackled, "I have the both of you at my mercy!" He certainly knew better than to monologue (though neither of his captives were by any stretch of the imagination heroes or even good guys, so monologuing may not have given The Plot time to manufacture an escape or rescue and bring the story to a Happy Ending, but it was best not to tempt fate and risk his own imminent victory) so he just leveled his death ray at the Satori first and said, "This is your own fault," and pulled the trigger.
It sagged down, much as it had after Professor Skies knocked it out all those years ago, but this time, it would not be getting up again and it certainly would not be telling any more researchers about the extraterrestrial in their midst.
Then Dlark turned and pointed the weapon at Oliver, and said, "You should have been nicer." But he did not pull the trigger. People had died because of the Satori. The Satori had deserved his end. Oliver . . . had only ever been a bigot.
Dlark put away the death ray and took out his wand instead. "You might have preferred death," Dlark remarked, “but you will also get a punishment befitting your offense. You wanted muggleborns to be your servants, but it's not the purebloods in charge now. Imperio!"
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Clark sat up abruptly in his bed, feeling horrified, his heart beating wildly and sweat beading on his brow. He glanced over at Oliver's bed and - for the first time ever - felt glad his roommate was there, sleeping a few feet away, exactly like he did every night. It was just a dream. Clark laid down again, but it was a long time before he fell back asleep.
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