OMG!!!! I love you guys!!! I've been trying to get my first HP fic on a roll…but no one likes it!!! *sob*
But that's ok, cuz ppl like this one!!! I dunno, I LOVE Puck, and I thought he'd be a nice factor in it, ya know?
And uh…about that ONE part in the first chapter, sick wasn't it? I wasn't planning on writing something like that….but with Puck around…I get kinda crazy…
The Mask of Puck
By: ME!!!!!!!! DAMN ALL YOUR DOUBTFUL EYES!!!!! MEEEE!!!!!!!
Hermione gave a little scream and dropped the mask like a hot potato. Her eyes widened when the mask didn't fall, crashing into the floor, but floated up as if being caught and it floated high, just about her height, give or take a few inches of her 5'4, and hovered there before a thick, putrid red ooze started pouring from inside of it.
She backed away and covered her mouth, coughing from the stench as the ooze pooled on the floor…then started to pull in on itself. It started to buildup, like it was in a cup, until it was filled all the way to the mask itself, then started to form its shape. It seemed to be forming arms and a body…but that was all she saw as she bolted out the door.
She was just about to reach the open doors that would make her in earshot of a nice portion of the school, her chest heaving, when they flew shut with a loud bang. Then, sound of someone sighing came from behind her, making her jump, but she didn't look to see who it was. Her feet seemed to be glued to the stone floor.
"It's not part of the bargain for a bit of hide and seek. So let's make this quick, now out with it, what do you wish of me?"
A frown marring her brow, she turned slowly, then gasped and stumbled a few feet backwards, there was a man levitating right in front of her!
He had on a dark red tunic with golden trim that also had a royal purple toga type thing that started at this left shoulder and fell to his thighs. He had dark blue leggings with brown leather knee-high boots, also with gold trim. He also was floating…with arms and ankles crossed. She finally looked up at his face, and wasn't too surprised to find the mask looking right at her, the same silvery eyes looking at her, but now it was flesh.
"Wha…what…?"
He rolled those remarkable eyes and took a little flight around the hall before stopping right in front of her and throwing his hands up in the air in disgust, "I'm here to do your bidding, O mortal one. Now come now! Tell the Puck what you wish so he can go home."
She still could not speak so he floated down, now a few inches below eye level exactly and crossed his arms again, "You do know who Puck is, don't you?"
She shook her head softly, making him roll his eyes practically to the back of his head again, "Alright…it seems my work is never done. I am the Puck. One of the Children of Oberon…any of this ring a bell?"
She thought about it for a second, then nodded, making him smile widely, "Ah, there we go! Now, do tell me what you wish so I may leave, hmmm?"
She frowned, "I…I still have no idea what you're talking about, and what are you, why are you here? I know very well that you cant be the character from that play, that's just silly."
Puck frowned now, "Play? I know of no play that I have allowed to let Puck grace its pages. What are you talking about?"
"A Midsummer Night's Dream, by William Shakes-"
"Shakespeare!?" He blew up, his eyes burning with white fire, "I make him into the best play-write in the world and he dares to write of Puck!?" He sighed and returned to the floor, he had gone up a good three feet, "Oh well, there's not much I can do about it now, but do tell me, is it a good play?"
She nodded which made him slightly appeased, then asked, "Well…I guess you could be him, I have seen stranger things, but what do you mean by, 'what I wish'?"
Puck sighed again and plopped to the floor, his legs tucked under him, "Daddy dearest got mad at Puck for a harmless jest and cursed him with the mask. So every once in a while, someone happens upon it and opens it up. The chest I mean. He made it out of iron so I couldn't escape by any means, so I have to wait until someone lets me out. The terms are that whoever breathes life into the Puck, Puck must serve them until they are happy." He looked up at her, his bright eyes large and desperate, "You wouldn't happen to be happy already, would you?"
She shrugged, now over the shock, but starting to get the feeling she was going to have a perpetual migraine with him hanging about, "If I were, then why would you still be here?"
He gave her a pointedly disgusted look, "It was worth a shot, so," He stood up and floated to eye level, "What is it you wish of Puck?"
"Well, a question first."
"Ask what you will."
"What happens to you while you're in the mask, is it just dark?"
"Oh, heavens no. I get to be with my brothers and sisters. But, once called forth, Puck cannot return until his business is done."
Hermione nodded, then smiled, "Alright then! I wish you free of this curse and-"
Puck sighed and wagged a finger at her, "Oh no, little mortal! That will not work at all. Father already foresaw that and took away that wish ages ago. Only a wish that would bring you happiness is what the Puck can grant."
"Oh…well…how about I wish for you to go away for the rest of the night so I can finish studying?"
Puck smiled at this…what fun he could have! "That I can do! There are no other parts of your wish?"
She shook her head, then thought…"Well, you must stay inside Hogwarts. I really don't feel like looking for you…should I think of something else to wish."
Puck readily agreed, Hogwarts? Why did that sound familiar? "Not to worry! Puck will be back once the sun greets the new day. That is when this wish comes to an end, and you are once again not happy. Oh, by the by, what name does my new master go by, or shall I just call you mistress?"
She laughed softly, this she might be able to get used to, "Hermione."
He gave her a mock salute an was off, "'Til the morrow, Hermione!" Then much softer to himself, "Now the Puck gets to play!"
After he disappeared, she shook her head, she still hadn't grasped what she had just seen. A faerie! A real life child of Oberon eager to grant her every wish!
What to think of next…able to know all her books by heart? Oh! Maybe having Malfoy's mouth disappear! She laughed to herself, oh what fun she could have this year…better not tell Ron or Harry about this…who knows what those two could come up with…
Ok, next chapter…Puck and all the naughty things he does!
