IT'S BAACCCKKKK! I apologize for not updating, but school started and everything is crazy. Plus, I have two new fics I'll be working on, so I won't spend as much time on them. I will update more as soon as possible. ~Ari
We sat around the large table, watching the other Weasley's eat. Eva was still eating, but Violet, Amy, Rae and I ate like there was no tommorow on a regular basis, leaving our plates empty.
Ginny pushed her plate back, and noticed our quietness. She got up, and simply said, "Do you guys want to go upstairs?" That was all it took for us to stand up and run all the way up the stairs to escape the awkwardness. I hadn't really paid attention to the room before, so it was like I had never really been in it.
Dark wallpaper was covering the walls, peeling in a couple spots. There was a set of two small beds, at the moment pushed together to form one. My bags were in the corner, resting on the thick carpeting. A lone window gave off more light than the lamp near the bed, and the small ceiling light.
I grabbed my bags out from the corner, and pulled out a thin sleeping bag I used for emergencies. It was barely used, and seemed almost brand new. Most of my stuff stayed in the bag, except for a single notebook and pencil. I opened it, and reread the most recent piece of writing in the book as everyone else unpacked.
A random book hit my back, and I turned to see Eva and Amy jumping on the dual beds, armed with 3 more books each. They giggled, and I was about to chuck it back at them when Ginny reentered the room. Both girls moved off the bed immediatly, still laughing.
"Sorry you have to sleep on the floor, but there's not many other places you can fit." Ginny told Violet, who was lying on the floor with another of the books, which was thrown at her.
"It's alright. We're used to worse." she replied with a wink to me.
"True that!" yelled Rae from next to me. "You never slept like us!" She was about to continue, but I slapped my hand across her mouth.
"You're forgetting, we aren't at the Cirque anymore! No yelling about our sleeping situation." I hissed into her ear. She nodded, and inched away from me.
All the while, Ginny stared at us, her head inching closer to her left shoulder as she tried to comprehend what we just said. "What, if you don't mind my asking, is the Cirque?" she asked innocently.
Great. What are we going to do now? I was about to say something along the lines of, yes, I mind your asking, when Violet spoke up from the corner of the room, where she was forcing Eva to go into a sort of "timeout". "Well, that's the nickname for our school. The teachers often don't care how we act, so at times it's like a circus. People started caling it that, and it stuck. Sometimes even the teachers call it that without realizing." Farfetched, but most of it was the truth. It's also a bit more logical than explaining tha we actually travel with a freak show.
Ginny just nodded: I'm not sure she entirely bought it, but she shrugged it off and went back to organizing a trunk of various things. I could tell she was packing, but it confused me. I thought we weren't starting school until September? I quickly asked, "What're you packing for? I thought school didn't start for a month."
Something seemed to dawn on her, and she blushed. Embarrased, she stammered, "Oh gosh, how could I have forgotten? We're going to the Quidditch World Cup!"
What now? First we learn about magic, we're going to a school called Hogwarts, but this takes the cake. They have their own sport, called Quidditch. I stifle a laugh as I ask, "What's Quidditch?"
Ginny gasped in surprise. "You don't know what Quidditch is? The awesomest sport to ever be played on broomsticks?"
"Never heard of- Wait, what was that you said about broomsticks?" I asked her, reciving yet another suspicious look from her. Great. Probably just blew our cover. So much for wizarding school.
"I thought you would know about that. Seeing as you went to a wizarding school..." she stated, in a tone that proved my thoughts.
"Ummmm... Wellll..." I stammered, trying to think of a lie. "We didn't have that at our school. It was apparantly labeled too dangerous by the headmaster, and we aren't allowed to play. Now that I think about it, I've heard about it once or twice." I finished, tryng to sound as convincing as possible. Ginny immediatly brightened up, apparantly buying our story.
"Oh, that's stupid! It's perfectly safe! Except when Bludgers hit you. Or te Beaters. Or if you can't pull out of a dive quick enough. Or-"
"We get it. Supposedly safe." Violet yelled from where she was now holding Eva down on the floor. "Dammit Eva, you're not getting up until you promise to not do that again. Or do you want me to hug you?"
Eva looked up in horror. Vi was known for her insane ability to choke someone while hugging them. "Okay, okay, okay, fine, I'm sorry and won't do it again!" she said quickly, scrambling over to hide bhind Ginny and I when she was released.
"Violet Anders, I told you that you weren't allowed to threaten with hugs anymore! You need to calm down a little." I asked of her.
"You want me to calm down? Even though I'm not the one that was throwing things at other's heads? Seriously?" she yelled back, her hair turning a fiery red, and her eyes a golden yellow. The four that knew she was dangerous like this backed away, while Ginny just stood there staring.
"Ginny! You need to get back! She's having one of her anger attacks." She still stood still. "Seriously! She carries throwing knives with her. I don't think you want to deal with those."
Rae was behind me, ready to grab her if needed. Violet's hair was more purple now, and her eyes had changed back to their current silver. And yet, Ginny was standing there as if that was completly normal.
"Okay then... That went well..." whispered Eva to Amy.
By the next morning, we were waiting on the staircase, all our things still packed and ready to be transported to- of all places- the middle of Scotland. From England.
For the world cup of a sport I hadn't heard of until yesterday.
I have no clue what to do.
"Hey Ginny, what's Ireland's team colors again?" Violet asked through the bathroom door. She had spent almost an hour in there, even though with her abilities, she really doesn't need to do anything like that.
I had asked Ginny about it, and apparantly she's used to it because one of her family friends was the same way. She said people like that are called Metamorphagi, and they all have the same ability to change their physical features at will. The so called rage-shifts are apparantly common. (A.N I think...)
Ginny yelled back from the opposite room, "Green and gold, why?"
"Oh, no reason. Just asking."
"You do realize she'll end up with gold skin, like last time?" said Amy from behind the book she was reading. At least she's reading and not chucking books across the room like before. She had brought up a good point, however. Last time she was at a sporting event, she had made her skin "naturally" blue and orange striped.
"Great... Another repeat of the blue and orange incident." I groaned.
"At least it's somewhere where randomly colored skin is acceptable. Unlike in the middle of a crowded soccer arena." she continued. "I will never not be embarrased by that."
At that moment, Ron came running up the stairs, yelling, "Guys! Harry and Hermionie are here!" Ginny ran down the stairs, followed by Rae and Eva. Amy was putting her current book, as well as the next 5 in the series, into her bags, and Violet was still in the bathroom.
Ginny came back upstairs, with another girl behind her. This girl had bushy brown hair, comparable to Amy's in volume, and was carrying a stack of books. "Hermionie, meet Amy and Alysa, two more of our guests." she introduced us. "This is Hermionie, a family friend. Is Violet still in the bathroom?"
"Not anymore!"
"Oh gods."
At that moment, the said metamorphagus walked into the room. "You seriously had to repeat the blue and orange incident?" Truthfully, it wasn't as major as before, as she had a normal skin tone, but her hair was a forest green with gold woven into it. Her eyes were now a bright lime green, and she had gold lines underneath. She would have looked fairly normal, if it weren't for her headpiece.
"And this is?" Hermionie asked, a little shocked at the multi-colored teenage girl standing in the doorway.
"Oh, I'm Violet. Nice to meet you!" Vi introduced herself, running up to her and hugging her. Hermionie just stood there, sighing and waiting for her to let go. After maybe 3 minutes, that moment came, and Violet remembered something. "Wait a second, you said there was someone else. Where are they?"
"Just downstairs. I think he's just a little scared of Eva." Ginny said.
"There's a big surprise." Amy replied sarcastically, reciving giggles from Violet.
"Well no duh, who isn't scared of Pyro?" I tried to cut her off, but she had already said everything.
"Pyro? You're telling me the girl downstairs freaking Harry out is a pyro?" Hermionie asked suspiciously.
"Erm, well..." I stammered, trying yet again to think of a lie that wouldn't blow our cover. "It's something we really don't talk about. Um, she had an incident with accidental magic, and well... um, she burned a building down." I tried to stay serious, but Amy and Violet were still laughing around me, and I don't think either witch really believed us, but they let it go, and Hermionie walked forward and shook my hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Alysa." I watched her look over my face, at the thin scars above my ear and on my right cheek. Then her eyes settled on another set of scars.
The ones on my fingers.
I really hope she doesn't know what they mean.
This girl, Alysa, she's strange. The scars, including the weird ones on her fingers, I don't know what it means. She acts different, she wears that black cloak even when inside, and she even runs faster than she should be able to. I don't know what she's hiding, but I'm going to find out.
Downstairs, Harry was having no luck with Eva and Rae, who were both asking him a long string of questions, none of which related to anything in particular.
"Where'd you get that cool scar?"
"Why don't you wear glasses that look cooler?"
"Have you ever tried chocolate covered bacon?"
"Is that shirt designer?"
"Are you single?"
Harry sighed, and interrupted. "Almost died when I was a baby, these ones work fine, no that sounds disgusting, hell no, and I'm not interested."
They stared for a moment, then Eva cheerfully said, "Cool!" She turned to Rae, and told her, "I like this guy. He's awesome." She turned back to Harry with a smile on her face. "I can just tell we're going to be the best of friends!" She grabbed him and Rae and pulled them in for a group hug.
Rae squirmed out of Eva's grip, then yelled up the stairs, "Alysa, I need help prying Eva off of Harry!" She came running down the stairs, followed by Violet, Amy, and the two others. Amy and Alysa ran up to Eva, and Amy told her something while the other pryed her fingers off Harry. In less than a minute, they had Eva sitting calmly in an oversized chair.
"What... just happened here?" asked Hermionie, who was perched on the edge of a table.
"Well, Amy convinced Eva to let go, while Alysa was there for plan B, forceful removal." explained Violet, not realizing the question was rhetorical.
"No shit, Sherlock." I commented. "Anyways, when are we supposed to leave? I wanna know if I have time to go for a run." Or flight. I whispered. Ony Rae seemed to catch that, and she nodded.
"Well, I think my dad is going to be back with the Portkey late this afternoon, so there should be time." I didn't wait any longer, and ran out the door, yelling at Rae to make sure Eva didn't attack anyone else.
Once I knew I was out of the Burrow's range, I slipped my wings out from where they were tucked into my shirt, then took off. I sped over the plains, towards a small clump of woods in the distance.
Flying was always the greatest thing. It was the one place where I was truly free from my responsibilities, and the place I could forget everything. It was also great for thinking. I had a lot on my mind. In the past two days, I've had a huge culture shock, learned that magic is real, and moved to another country. Saying this was crazy was an understatement.
It shouldn't be as strange. For crying out loud, I'm a freaking vampire who grew up in a laboratory! Yet, it isn't okay. I found out that one of my best friends was connected in ways I had never known. Not even she knew it. I don't think anyone knew it.
I snapped out of my thoughts about 5 feet from slamming facefirst into a tree. Swerving to the left, I arched upwards, to get a good view of my surroundings. I was fairly deep into a forest, and just barely in the distance, I could see the piles of shambles I'd been living in. I began flying back towards, the night following me like paint on a canvas.
