In the Beginning. . .
The evening was present, the
rain pelting down hard on the roof. Screams from a young woman could be heard coming from the parlor of the
Malfoy mansion in Switzerland. Through
the storm that late night in November, a knock could be faintly heard on the
door. A drenched man carrying merely a
small wand entered the home.
"Is she for
me?" The man asked.
"Yes, lord, we give our
daughter to you."
"I always knew you
would. Thats just like my daughter."
Putting a perminant mark on
the new child's arm, the strange man smiled wryly.
"She shall rise
up."
That
was the way it started, so many years ago. The one that was forgotten that evening, another young girl who was
about to turn one, sat in a small cradle near the birth. As the mark was inscribed on her new neice's
arm, she herself felt a twinge of pain on her arm. It was the birth of the third Death Eater's daughter, and this
one, just like the others, would some day make her mark on the wizarding
society, but not for another predicted 15 years. In the time between the birth
and the confirmation, these two little children had no knowledge of the other,
one living in the far off jungles of Africa, fleeing from this terrible lord,
and the other, in a gigantic mansion on the Swiss countryside. Though these two
children were kin to the greatest lord of the day, they would both grow to be
quite different in their quite different homes. One would see her mother pass on, but the father as well, later
on to a terrible broom accident. Cause to be unknown. The new little Malfoy girl would be raised very openly about what
she was and what she was to believe. Through her childhood, she would grow to like the idea of being so
powerful, but before it was all in place, set in the stones, the perfect Death
Eater's daughter's dreams were shattered, and all in one evening.
It
is here, that the tales begin.
Amber
Malfoy approached the train, saying goodbye to her best friend, who was two and
a half years older than she was.
"G'bye
Lydia! I'll see you in a few years when I can come to school too!" She said as her father pulled her away from
the train. Little Ammie, as the adults
called her, was only 8 years old, almost nine, but so desparately longed to
attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her father kept reminding her that It would have to wait, but
little Amber just couldnt be held back any longer.
In
another place, at the same time, there was a question being asked. Carefully
watching over Amber from a distance throughout the next year, a professor
approached Dumbledore about the new little child.
"We
have a young one, sir." The scout
said to the older man, very lanky, with the long, twisted old gray beard.
"Yes,
I too have noticed her. What do you
suppose we do?" The Headmaster
replied to the scout. "You know that they must be eleven to be
invited."
"She's
rather intelligent. The little girl can already do most of the magic that we
teach in the first block of schooling. I believe that its her father's doing, but in the fall, you'd be crazy
not to admit her."
This
was yet another offer that Dumbledore could not pass up. He pondered over the situation as the months
rolled past. She was either going to
have to wait until she was 11, and almost 12 in two months to be admited,
making her the oldest in that year, or she would have to be admitted at age 9,
turning 10, and making her quite young, but still, quite smart.
The
year rolled by and it came time for the Headmaster to designate the letters to
the students. "Descision time, Professors," He said announcing it to everyone. "Anyone in particular that you would like to have recieve a
letter?"
Professor
Snape spoke up. "I have two."
"Aah,
and? Proceed."
"Shayna
Riddle and Amber Malfoy."
A
hush fell over the table. Surely they
wouldnt admit the two main targets of the dark lord? Especially into this year?
"Please,
explain, Professor." Dumbledore asked.
"Shayna,
as you know, is ready to recieve her letter. She's been under protection for quite too long and it is high time she
learn who she is. I've been helping her
out somewhat over time, and I promise you, that after viewing her own mother's
murder, this child wants nothing to do with the Dark Arts of any kind."
"As
for the other?" A young female
professor asked.
"Yes,
Amber Malfoy. Interesting choice? She may only be nine years old, but soon
enough she will be ten, and I know that she is capable of preforming the tasks
of a first year. Nobody has to know how
young she is."
"Are
you familiar with the way she was raised?" The same professor asked.
"Very. Death Eater to the bone. I am very close with the Malfoy family,
Lucius and Giovanni, her father, were my closest friends as a boy. Mind you, I
do not hold a special favoritisim for the Malfoy children, but her cousin,
Draco, will be coming up in the next year. He's the same age as she is. We
might be able to pull the Malfoy children from the dark visions they have
recieved through their childhood. Ive also overheard that Amber is a born
seeker."
"I
will consider them both." And the
Professor went on. Other names were
subject to discussion, followed by a long list of muggle children who had been
under investigation by the wizard protection agency. The teachers were able to compile a list of twenty students who
would fit well at Hogwarts. Among those
names were Shayna Riddle, and quite a few others. Amber Malfoy, however, did not appear on the list.
Dumbledore
adjourned the meeting, exiting his office. As the professors retired to their sleeping chambers, a small bit of
magic slipped the list up to the owls, and they were gone. It was two weeks early, but the magic
happened, and it could not be stopped. The next morning, Dumbledore awoke to find that his list was gone and so
were his best owls, so they went about with their business, preparing the
school. Nobody thought too much about
it, except, they had no idea what that small magic had done. It wouldnt be found out for another month,
when the students would arrive.
Back
at the Malfoy mansion in Switzerland, a famous quidditch player and his only
daughter were awoken by the sound of a hooting owl at Amber's window.
The
small child let the owl in, dazed by its splendor.
"Can
I have that, birdy?" She asked in
a child-like manor. Amber carefully
took the bird on her hand as she untied the little letter.
"Father!
We got an owl!" She
exclaimed. "Will you read it for
me?"
"Sure
thing, my little treckle tart." Giovanni Malfoy unrolled the letter, reading it through once to himself,
and then forcing himself to re read it.
"Whats
it say, pop?"
"Uh,
There must be some type of mistake. You are Amber Malfoy, right, darling?"
"Silly
daddy! Read me my letter!"
"Its
a letter from Hogwarts. You'll attend
classes there this fall."
"Yippee!" Little Ammie yelled, running up to her
room. "Ive got to start
packing!"
Her
father just sat, bewildered at what he had just read. His one and only little girl was traveling off to Britain to
attend the most highly-credited wizarding school of their day.
That
month seemed to fly by for old Giovanni, but as for Little Ammie, each hour
inched away, slowly, until finally they were all gone. It was time to depart.
She
kissed her father goodbye as he handed her the trunk full of her belongings. Loading the train, a tear came to his eye,
and his daughter sped off before his eyes.
Amber sat down in a compartment with only two
other little girls, and a little boy. Silence filled the room for a good time, when a springy, red-headed girl
entered the room and broke that silence.
"Hey
there little Ammie!" The girl
said.
"Why,
hello Lydia!"
"Hey.
Just really quick, I wanted to tell you to make sure you become a Gryffindor.
Its the best." And she was off.
Confusing,
Amber thought, that Gryffindor was the best, and yet, her father had
specifically said to her before she left Switzerland, "Go on, my little
treckle tart, and make daddy proud by becoming a Slytherin!" Oh well, she
thought, i'll go wherever I go.
"Hey,
you guys, whats your names?" Amber asked the little kids across from
her. The ride had just gotten too
quiet.
"Melissa." said the little girl with all her text books
under her arms, followed by a "Robert" out of the little boy, and an
"Ashley" who just happened to
be wearing the same designer robes that Amber had on.
"Nice
to meet you all." and the train
slowed. first years were called, and before they knew it, the sorting ceremony
had began.
Standing
as still as possible, the little first years nervously looked on towards the
hat. Amber stood, dreading her sorting
moment.
Of
course her moment came, and, as all of the readers most likely know, there isnt
a Malfoy who gets away without being sorted into Slytherin, so I will now
proceed onward with the rest of my story.
Amber
and her new friends walked up the sinuous corridor until they finally
approached their rooms. Entering
cautiously, each girl found their own trunk at the foot of a gorgeous
four-poster bed with deep, green, down comforters, along with a book,
"Helpful Hints for the First-Year First-year."
"A
little redundant, isnt it?" one
student asked.
The
weeks went on, and it was soon time for the first flying lesson.
Madame
Hooch escorted the little 1sts out onto the quidditch field. "Has anyone
ever flown?" she asked. Many hands
shot up. "Can I have a
demonstrator, please?" Slowly, all
of the risen hands were removed except for two.
"Yes,
how about you, over there?" She
said, pointing towards a lanky little girl.
"Sure
thing, ma'am," She said, reaching for an old school broom. She got on, and soared high into the air.
"That'll
do, dear. Thank you!" Madame Hooch called to her. The girl slowly flew back to earth, trying
to enjoy her time. "Do you play quidditch, dear?" Madame asked,
curiously.
"I
did, ma'am."
"Position?"
"Chaser,
ma'am. I'm living with muggles now though."
"Aah,
good. Any other quidditch
players?"
Slowly
raising her hand, Amber looked nervously at all of the other children.
"Speak
up dear, what position?"
"Seeker."
"Hmm.
You the little Malfoy girl?"
"Yes."
"I
see. You dont look like a Malfoy."
"Do
you think that I didnt already know that?" Amber asked, questioningly and
sarcastically. Madame Hooch looked at
her in amazement. No first year had
ever smarted back to her like that.
"Well,
no, I suppose that you do know that now, dont you. Class, its time to get going
inside."
There
was something about that first flying lesson that cut it short. There was something about Amber that dug
down deep into Madame Hooch's skin and festered. She was becoming a rather popular student to dislike.
The
students departed the field and ran to catch up with some friends to talk
before dinner started. The children scattered on up to commons rooms to talk
about the flying lessons, new classes, and play a round of gobstones. Amber, however, trapsed back up to her
dormitory. It had been harder to make
friends than she had originally thought. Moments after she entered the room,
another sad-stricken face entered and sat down next to her on her bed.
"Whats
wrong?" Amber asked.
"Nothing
at all." It was the lanky girl
from the flying lessons.
"There
must be something wrong. You look really sad."
"I'm
not."
"Are
you sad because you live with muggles? I would be."
The
girl laughed. "I miss being in a community with people like me, but its
hard to explain why I dont really want to come back to all of this. I love going to school, but during the
summer, the best place for me to be is in America."
"Well,
the best place for me is in Switzerland with my daddy."
"Thats
neat. What do you do in Switzerland?"
"Play
quidditch. Its a really small non-muggle community, like, maybe ten to twelve
families, but I like it there."
"So
your name's Amber, right?" The girl asked.
"Yeah,
how'd you know?"
"Im
only in all your classes, and you know how many times a day they say your name.
They also sigh a lot."
Now
Amber was laughing. "Well, i guess I still dont know your name, but maybe
thats good for you. We wouldnt want those teachers saying "Oh, those two
little Slytherin girls... sigh."
"Yeah,
thatd be pretty funny. My name is Shayna Riddle. Its nice to meet you."
"Yeah,
you dont know how much perfect timing your coming up here had. I was just thinking about how bad it had
been that I hadnt made any friends, and i'm the most loud-mouthed, pushy person
I know. You'd think i'd've met some
kids, but no. You're the first."
"Want
to go down to dinner?"
"Sure!
Lets go." And a friendship between
the two girls started from that moment on. They made friends with a few of the other kids in their year named
Kirbin and Mindy, along with a few of the boys, named Spencer, Trev, and Mark.
From the time of the birth
to the time of power restoration, there was a tremendous decline in Death Eater
loyalty. The Dark lord lost his power
and was forced to flee far away. When
he and his remaining close circle heard that his youngest daughter, and his
youngest grand daughter were accepted into Hogwarts in the same year, there was
hope for a new rise of power. The plans
fell into place, and Voldemort's supporters began to slowly grow. It was a very
slow process, but by the time these girls were in their 5th year, his power
would be rising back up to the max and the Dark Arts would be rekindled. It was just a matter of time, for now.
Four Years Later
"Come
on, lets go! We dont have time for this! Get up, as in, NOW!" The whole
house could probibly hear Amber Malfoy yelling that morning. It was the first day of quidditch practice,
and, with it being her fifth year and the oldest, most experienced player,
Amber was the Slytherin quidditch captain.
"But
I've gotta eat!"
"Kirbin!
We can eat later! We have a game two months from today against the Hufflepuffs!
You want to get beat by something with that stupid of a name who havent even
started practicing?"
"Not
really." Kirbin replied, trying to keep Amber from biting her head off.
"Well
then, lets go! Shayna! You too!"
It
was going to be a bright and early morning every day for the rest of the
season. Nor rain or shine, quidditch
would practice.
The
players took to the field for their first practice. It was time for the great captain-player talk. The first and most memorable of the year.
"--Now,
I want you all to know, that Slytherins dont like to lose! We are here today
because none of the other teams have even started practicing, and if we start
now, being the given most dominant team anyway, we'll beat them by more points
than if we'd started practicing at the same time--"
"I
guess she just assumes we are going to win every game, huh." A new member, 2nd year and beater, Jordan
asked.
"We
did last year," Shayna responded with a smile.
"--So,
like I was saying, my father, being Giovanni Malfoy, who most of you know, is
the seeker for the Switzerland team, has funded these for us," Amber beamed, presenting each member with a
brand-new, Supernova 5000.
"Oh
my goodness! Amber!" Trev
exclaimed, as he gingerly took the broom from her hands. "Did you know
that each one of these babies costs more than my whole house and everything in
it?"
She
blushed. "Yeah, they were kind of expensive, but daddy got a bonus last
Friday."
Right
as the team was about to try out the new brooms, Dumbledore and Madame Hooch,
who still held a grudge against Amber, entered the field.
"Amber,
may I speak with you for a moment?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes
sir. What is it?" Amber replied, stepping away from the group.
"Well
I'll give you the small news first. The new brooms may be good enough for a
major league team, but, they are not junior quidditch regulation length. If you'd like to check it out, Madame Hooch
has the J.Q.R. Hand book with her."
"How
do you expect me to tell my team that? These brooms are the nicest thing that they've ever been given, and then
to take them back? Are you trying to shatter worlds here, sir?"
"I'm
quite sorry, my dear, but what the rule book says, goes. Now, the other news," And he paused. "Amber, your father has
been in a flying accident. His broom malfunctioned, and he fell nearly 300
feet. He is currently in the intensive
care unit at the Basal General Hospital, so if you'd like for me to take you
there, I can."
"I
need to get back to my quidditch practice, sir. Thank you, and I will get back to you on that."
Amber
turned and walked back to the field. With the sound of a whistle, the team
approached her.
"Ok
guys, heres whats going on. Bad news
first?"
"Yeah." Kirbin and Mindy said.
"Amber,
wait--" Shayna stopped her.
"Uh
huh?"
"I've
got an idea, before you say anything about the brooms."
"How'd
you know?"
"I
read quidditch weekly. Anyway, They arent wide enough on the tips, and they
are, what, 4 inches or so too short?"
"And,
what are you suggesting we do about that?"
"Magic. How about we just make the bristles more
full, and we can worry about the length thing later."
"It'll
slow us down and they will turn out to be just as useful as a Nimbus."
"Not
if they are there but dont weigh anything. Its going to work, i'm sure of it."
"Alright,
everyone," Amber said, "Take
your brooms to Shayna, and she's going to fix them so that we can play. Now, I
might have to leave for a while because my father was in a terrible broom
malfunction accident, and hes in the hospital."
"Oh,
Ammie! I'm so sorry!" Kirbin said.
"Yeah,
that sure is a tragedy," Mindy agreed.
"Well
then, now that everything's said, lets get to practicing!" and the team
flew off. They practiced vigorously all
Saturday without even a hint of a break, while Shayna worked on their brooms. Being the smart student she was, it wouldnt
take her long to come up with a way to get around the rules.
Dusk
began to fall on the practice, and it was nearly dinner time. Amber blew her
whistle. "Alright everyone, good practice. I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow morning. Anybody who neglects to show up, keep in
mind all those little first years that could replace you, and let that be your
motivation. Until then!"
The
team headed back up to the castle for dinner. Amber and Shayna stayed back to get the field ready for tomorrow.
"So
what happened with your dad, Amber?"
"I'm
not sure. He wasnt flying a Supernova
5000, but I think it was the same make, just a different model. He's never had
broom problems before."
"I
hope it will all work out for you. I'm sure he'll be fine."
"Thanks.
Now, how bout you and I get on up to that great hall and get us some
food?"
"Sounds
good to me." And they were off.
Amber
and Professor Dumbledore decided to make a hospital run the following
weekend. Her father's condition had only
declined, and everyone was worried that this may be the last time for her to
see him alive. The 15-year old girl
entered the hospital room hesitantly. What would he look like? Was he
in the condition to see her? Amber approached his bed, holding his hand.
"Daddy,
you cant leave me now."
The
weak man turned his eyes up to look at her. His words were short and strung
together. "I'm hurt."
"I
know but we can make it through this."
"Amber,"
and he paused, "Listen good. You are strong, and have a good life ahead of you. I want you to graduate and make me proud." There was another pause, "When you play
quidditch, I want you to play it for me, with determination. I will always be there for you in spirit."
"No!
Dad! You are going to live!" Tears
welled in her eyes.
"I'm
so sorry sugar, but theres nothing I can do. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh, and Its my time to be taken. I'm going to a better world now, and I want
you to know-" and he took a breath. "I
love you. I always have, and I always will." Amber Malfoy's father breathed in
his last breath, leaving her all alone, no mother, no father, just her.
A
nurse ran into the room. "We've got a
flat line here! Get me some doctors! Now!"
Crying,
Dumbledore wrapped his arms around the poor girl. "Your father was a great man."
"Yeah," she said wiping the tears away. "I'm gonna miss him so much."
The
fall semester of the year passed by, and soon it was winter. Slytherin had only played one of their
quidditch games, verses the Hufflepuffs, and dominated 210-70. Storms had
settled in on the school, and a blizzard fell outside the castle walls. It had been snowing, nonstop, for one whole
week. The school began to get restless,
trying to find things for the students to do. Many had began a wizard dueling club, while quidditch members took to
seeking out old, abandoned class rooms with enough space to fly. Amber Malfoy and her Slytherins took to the
basement of the school, which was very dark and murky. It also didnt have a very wide ceiling. One afternoon while practicing, a quaffle
flew up towards the ceiling, and Shayna, when she flew to knock it through
their makeshift goal posts, hit her head on the ceiling. She was in the infirmary for an afternoon,
and as a result, the Slytherins lost the use of the basement and were forced to
stop practicing.
One
rather cold morning while all the girls were asleep, Amber awoke and took a
trip down to the Slytherin commons area. There were book cases lining the walls, a large, stone fireplace, and
many little tables. There just wasnt a
good room for playing in.
"Amber!
What are you doing? Its only 4:45 on a Sunday morning!"
She
turned to see her friend Spencer on the steps near the boys hall.
"I'm
finding a place to practice quidditch!"
"In
here? You must be crazy!"
"No,
this will never work. Hold on, i'll be back later on."
The
corridors were always fairly cold in the mornings, and Amber was barefoot,
still in her sleeping robes. Upon
arrival of wherever she was going, she turned and was met face to face with a
little Gryffindor boy, Harry Potter.
"What
are you doing out here, Potter?" She asked him.
"None
of your business. What are you doing
here?"
"Same."
"Well
then go on your way," He said to
her.
"I
am where I want to be."
"At
the great hall at 5:00 in the morning?"
"Yes.
Now, you go on your way."
He
laughed. "This is where I want to be too."
At
that moment, the doors to the Great Hall opened, and Cho Chang walked out.
"Hey
there, Potter." She said.
He
smiled rather large. "Hi Cho, whatcha doing?"
"Finding
a new place to practice my quidditch."
"What?
You cant practice in there! Thats where we practice!" Amber said, almost screaming.
Cho
was a very nitwitted type of person. She thought she could parade around the school doing whatever she liked
to whomever she liked, and it usually did not benefit the Slytherins. Cho was a stuck-up, flat-nosed little prep,
and Amber was not going to let her shove her over.
"You
practice in there too, Amber?" Potter asked her.
"What?!
Since when is there a 'too' in there?"
"My
team practices here."
The
door to the Great Hall was once again opened. Cedric Diggory walked out. "Hey guys, Amber, Cho, whats all the commotion
about?"
"Now
just what are you doing in there?" Cho asked him, hands on her hips and
lips pouted out.
"Finding
a place for team to practice quidditch."
Amber
had taken enough of this so far. "Look here, all of you. Tomorrow morning,
whoever gets their team here first gets the Great Hall, and the others are
going to have to find a new place to practice. Sound fair?"
"Sure." Potter agreed.
"Start looking, Malfoy, cause you certainly arent getting our Great
Hall." Cho said.
"May
the best man, er... person, win!" Diggory threw in, and we all departed.
Through
out the next day, the players threw passing looks at the Great Hall as if it
was a gold mine. In the middle of the
day, Amber had to go and see Snape.
"Yes
Amber, what is it?"
"
I have a request to make."
"Yes?"
"Can
my quidditch team sleep in the Great Hall tonight if we help the house elves
clean up?"
"And
why is this?" Snape asked, curious.
"Oh
gosh, you see, this morning, Potter, Cho, Cedric and I all ran into eachother
at the Great Hall, cause you see, we all need a new place to practice,
right? Well, and then we started this
bet where the first team there gets to use the Great Hall for as long as there
is snow on the ground outside. Its the
most perfect place in the entire castle, and we really need to win all of our
games this season."
"Did
you ever think to ask me if I knew of a better place to practice?"
"No.
I thought that the Great Hall would do just fine."
"No,
there is better. Come with
me."
The
student and the teacher walked from the classroom all the way up three
staircases, one that disappears, and down a very long corridor covered with
old, retired paintings. A small table
with ghosts sitting at it playing cards was kept at the very end of the hall.
"Mr.
Lavoisier, I need your help," Snape said speaking to one of the ghosts with a losing hand of cards.
"We
need to get into the 'Green Room', if you know what I mean."
"Really,
what for?"
"This
wonderful young lady and her team need a place to practice their quidditch
games. It would be perfect, dont you agree?"
"Yes
indeed, but why does she need my help?"
"The
tower that it is up, the door has been locked from the inside for quite some
time. They havent used that hall in so long."
Amber
was starting to wonder. Looking around
the hall, there were tattered curtains lining the windows, canvases of the
paintings ripped on the corners, tarnished frames, but no dust collected
anywhere. This was a part of the school
that she had never seen before. These
were also some new ghosts to her. What
was this mysterious "Green Room" That would be suitable for playing quidditch in?
"Amber,
are you coming?" Snape had to
knock her out of her daydream.
"Oh,
yes sir. Are we going now?"
"Yes,
we are. Right this way."
The
ghost lead them up a tower, Amber recognized it as the tall one in the back of
the school that she thought she had been in many times, but decided against it.
"Sir,
where are we?"
"Amber,
this is the living tower. I'll explain
more once we get to your new quidditch room."
The
stairs were beginning to get smaller, and then, between one and another,
everything turned from stone to wood. They had entered the top of the tower, and plants grew rapidly. Moss
covered some of the trees, and it almost felt as if they were outside.
"See? This is the living tower. It often switches positions inside the
castle. All you have to look for is a
particularly damp area during the day, and most likely, you will be right
under, or near, this tower."
"Where
is the Green Room? Certainly there isnt
a room all the way up here suitable for quidditch practice?" She glanced
around the narrow hall. "Its quite a
small tower."
"Ah,
my dear, that is where you are incorrect," Mr. Lavoisier said to her. "We used to practice up here all
the time in my day, and now, its just a room. Here, I'll be right back."
He
walked through moss that must have been covering the walls, and then walked
back through, pushing part of the wall open for us as a door.
"Have
at it, kid. Maybe my friends and I will
come watch you practice sometime," and Mr. Lavoisier went back down to his card game.
"Professor,
I really appreciate all of this, but I honestly dont think that there will be
enough room. This tower cant possibly
be that--"
"What
do you think?"
Professor
Snape held the door open for her and let her walk in. The room was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. The sun shone brightly, butterflies nipped
at the flowers growing around the goal posts that lined the far sides of the
field that stood in the middle.
"Where
did this come from?"
"Amber,
there are some things about this castle that have been here forever, just
waiting to be used. Here, this is a
key," He said, handing her a
little frog emblem, "Place it against this wooden spot, right
here," He said, showing her where
to place it, "And it will open this door for you. It may also help you find the Living tower,
but i'm not sure. Let those other teams
battle over the Great Hall, and you will always have this room up here. Just, dont let them find it, because its not
my room, so if they do, you will be forced to share."
"Oh
Professor, thank you so much for all that youve done for me. I greatly appreciate this."
"Just
win our house some points, and that'll be all the thanks I need."
"We
wont let you down, sir."
"Oh,
just one more thing, Amber."
"Yes?"
"Be
careful while you are in there. Every
now and then, it storms. You'll kind of have a feeling when the storms will be
coming, just when they do, dont go in there. Leave it alone during those
times."
"Yes
sir. Thank you."
And
Snape departed back down the staircase.
Amber
stood at the top of the stairs for a long time, just admiring the whole Living
Tower and Green Room. Why wasnt it
regularly used anymore? There was
definately more to all of this than the eye could see, and she wanted to find
out more about it.
