TriNymphs - Chapter Two - Food Fight (Diclaimer on profile page)
If chocolate icing wasn't so hard to get out of long hair that would have been so perfect! Chelsea reflected to herself, as she attempted to comb it out.
Even some of the deatheaters had joined in. And Draco said that there was no way a deatheater meeting would be fun, even if you-know-who wasn't there. Well, in Chelsea s opinion, throwing cake made it very fun. Besides, Alex slapped her. They were just arguing in the kitchen and she actually slapped her! Chelsea was still outraged, which was much harder to do whilst covered in cake.
So she threw a cupcake at her.
When all the deatheaters came in, she thought they were going to get in trouble. But then they just laughed and joined in...
They sure have been a much more... Alive... Group of people since You-Know-Who disappeared, Chelsea mused.
Except her Dad . He had lectured her for about an hour, for one stupid little food fight. What good were cupcakes if you couldn t throw them at people who slapped you?
She still couldn't believe he was their father... He didn t even lecture Alex, and she was the one who started it. The injustice! Chelsea thought.
At supper the old man was still really mad at her. He was glaring like he thought she was somehow going to pull a pie out of thin air and throw it in his face...
Then there was a knock at the huge window in the dining room... Why would someone knock on the window? Don't most people use doors?
The girls mom flicked her wand at the window to open it. Three owls flew through, into the dining room. One landed in front of Chelsea and the other two landed in front of her sisters, they each had letters tied to their leg...
They all untied their owls, who took off as soon as they were relieved of their letter. One stopped to steal some of Melissa (Lyssa s) sausage.
The letters were from Hogwarts.
They simultaneously opened their envelopes and quickly scanned the letters.
I got in! they each celebrated.
They had expected to get in, since they were all supposedly a part of an ancient wizard family, and could each do some spells already. But they were ecstatic to finally have gotten accepted!
They each looked toward their sisters. They were all smiling, everyone of the three had gotten in.
Chelsea dragged the other two off their chairs and away from the table, they all joined hands and started dancing in circles. Kind of like how people do when they re playing ring around the rosie, except they didn't fall because they all can walk properly.
Chelsea and Alex were chanting "We got in! We got in! We got in!," Lyssa was smiling really wide now, it didn t look possible for her smile to get bigger. They were all laughing joyfully.
Their ten year old brother Draco started to cry. He was bawling, "Why didn't I get in!?!"
Alex turned to him, "You didn't get in because you're ten idiot. You still have another year." He stopped crying for a minute, then started to grin when he realized the school hadn t rejected him.
He joined our circle and re-started the chanting, except he sung "I get to go next year!"
The father of the four took Chelsea to one of their many living rooms after supper. She sat down on the couch farthest from the one he was sitting on. He hadn't exactly wanted to sit near her anyway, though, because he sat in a corner too. Though... That might have been more out of self preservation then anything else, because if he hadn't he probably would have gotten torched.
"You are not going to Hogwarts."
The couch closest to Chelsea burst into flames. She was automatically angry, as she was still in the mind frame of parents word is law . She hated when he told her what she could and couldn't do, even if he was supposedly her father. Blood tests could be tampered with...Right? Besides, she really wanted to go to Hogwarts.
"This is exactly why, if you got mad while you were there then someone would get lit on fire." He wasn't good at lying. He was smiling evilly, he loved that I was getting angry, she thought to herself. She was probably proving his point by getting as pissed off as she was. It wasn t especially angry for anyone else, but it was angry for her, which was enough to light random furniture on fire. "Or that's my story anyway," he cackled, proving that what Chelsea had just thought to herself was true, and he was just an ass.
That made her more angry.
The rest of the room burst into flame and Lucius God-For-Saken Malfoy ran from the room, still laughing at his daughters , but unable to stand the heat.
A woman in a leather motorcycle jacket and jeans, with goggles on her head appeared in the room, she looked to be in her twenties. Chelsea was still too angry to really pay much attention to her though. She put her hand on Chelsea s forehead, it felt like ice, but it was calming in a way. She shoved the thought of not going to Hogwarts from her mind and focused on the strange woman.
She had a slight accent, it was Romanian Chelsea guessed. "My name is Vampira," She spoke, "Concentrate on putting out the fire, quickly; before anyone finds you."
She was pale. Her face was round, she had dark brown hair that framed her face.
Chelsea closed my eyes and just stood there for a minute, concentrating on the fire being gone, and it left. Whoever she thought was going to find them, Chelsea didn't quite fancy finding out. When she opened her eyes the fire was completely gone.
The woman waited to make sure Chelsea was okay and not angry anymore, another fire wasn t what she wanted right now. She asked, "Now what is so wrong, to make you lose your temper like this?"
"It doesn't really take much to make me lose my temper," Chelsea whispered. She was a little intimidating. Vampira stood, confused for a minute, then realized why I was so quiet.
She backed away, then asked again.
She hesitated for a minute, Vampira smiled encouragingly at her. Chelsea took a deep breath in preparation for her outburst, "Have you ever heard of Hogwarts?" she continued without waiting for the nod that was coming, "Well me and my sisters all got our acceptance letters tonight, well a few hours ago actually, and my, supposed, father says I can't go!" she rushed, without taking another breath.
"Your...supposed father? Why do you call him that? Tell me the whole story, if you will," She asked.
Chelsea told her everything she could think of as fast as was possible, she must have gotten the order mixed up at some point; but it was nice to just complain, and rant to someone. She was actually listening, Chelsea could tell.
She got all the important parts in anyway. She had started at the very beginning, telling her about her and her sisters not remembering anything that happened to them from before they were five, and that Lucius had said that they fell off his friends boat and that had given them all amnesia.
Chelsea told her that he liked his son the best, but that he hated her more then either of her sisters, she didn't know why, but it was true.
Vampira had already seen her control fire, but she included that anyway.
"I think my husband may be able to help..." She was talking slowly, then she seemed to reach some kind of conclusion in her head. She nodded, at no one, then turned quickly. She faced the place where she had first appeared, and Chelsea realised for the first time that there was a hole in the wall now.
She don't think she made it... The fire had been in the middle of the room and besides, on the other side of the hole wasn't one of the Malfoy's many living rooms, like there should be, it looked like a town.
The sky was a mixture of dark orange and blood red. Vampira was facing a the hole, looking through it at a building on the other side.
She turned to Chelsea and held out her hand to the little girl, "My husband will be able to help you get to Hogwarts," She smiled as she spoke. After she thought for a few seconds Chelsea took her hand and they walked through the hole together.
It closed behind them and Chelsea had no way to get back.
Vampira would not look at her, she found it so frustrating.