Chapter 7: Curiosity Killed the Cat and Satisfaction Restored it.

Boarding the airplane, she growled and ran a hand through her short, straight, - and now - black hair. Hordes of people were not her thing - especially at airports. She was going to take one hell of a long nap and nobody was going to disturb her; unless of course, they wanted to be socked in the face.

Dragging a green suitcase behind her, she found her seat and waited for her two friends to slide into the window and middle seats. The petite lavender haired girl slid into the window seat, followed shortly by a dark blue haired girl who was only slightly older than she was. Grinning, she plopped herself into the aisle seat, then stowed her luggage underneath the seat in front of her. Closing her hazel eyes, she took a deep breath and told herself that this plane wasn't going to crash the way her adoptive parents' plane had crashed when she was merely seven years old.

Several hours later and after several strange dreams, she awakened to her hair being tugged on. She yawned, noted that their companions had fallen asleep, and laid eyes on a blond haired girl who was next to her seat, squatting. Her attention shifted to the girls' violet eyes that sparkled through her pain and inner turmoil. "I can't wait to go home, can you, Lil?"

Lil gave the petite singer a hug and smirked in return, "Of course I can't wait. You would have to be bonkers to think that I wasn't. I'd also prefer to not be in this disguise. Oh, and Ren - don't let Mai catch you using our real names."

Ren, the violet-eyed girl, let a soft mutter that sounded like, "Ah, who cares?" however Lil didn't bother to respond to the hushed complaint as she fell back asleep.

xXx

An enraged growl came from a white haired female working inside the mansion, thrusting the windows open in anger and the innocent windows slamming against the sides of the house.

She did not respond, but continued her painting, feeling the soft wind ruffle through her soft, wavy locks while gently brushing her shoulders. She was standing outside of the Greek-styled mansion, several meters away from the ocean that the mansion had been built along. Tugging on her sleeves, she unrolled them from their confinement at her elbows. Then she quickly packed up all of her arts supplies - feeling a powerful wind headed in her direction. She picked everything up and swiftly, yet just as gracefully, made her way into the lavish white mansion. Once she placed everything away, she walked up to the thirty-some steps to her bedroom. She was greeted with her white haired lover, whose clothes were disheveled and she was cradling her head in her hands.

She smiled at the sight, knowing that her lover was distressed about her Koneko-chan, otherwise known as their hime. She sat down on the bed next to her race-car champion girlfriend, placed a kiss on her cheek, before she headed towards the shower. Before she made it through the door, her lover had made her way over to her and embraced her from behind while resting her chin on her right shoulder.

"Why does the wind feel so anxious and restless?"

A giggle escaped her lips and she softly said, "You are the one causing it, Ruka-koi. You just miss your 'Koneko' and the wind is responding to your nervousness. Just relax - I'm sure she's just fine; besides she said she would call once she arrived to England."

"But Michi…"

Michi turned around and poked her lover in the chest, twice. "Don't 'Michi' me, Ruka."

Her only response from Ruka, the white haired race-car champion, was burying her girlfriend's face into the crook of her neck, then a emitting a deep sigh.

xXx

A brown haired teenager sat comfortably in the aisle seat in a group of three airplane seats. She was trying to concentrate on the book she was reading - the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown - but to no avail. She was unable to focus her attention and delve into the book because the white haired male sitting on her right was snoring in his sleep.

A smack sounded from the sleeping man's right. She peered over him and saw an auburn-brown haired man reading Hogwarts - A History. She covered her mouth, as to hide her gasp of surprise. How could he read a book from Hogwarts in plain view of other muggles? Hearing him mutter something under his breath to the man sitting between them, she noted that the snoring had quietly stopped.

"Excuse me - sir?" she softly asked, gaining his attention. His lavender eyes bore into her brown eyes as he calmly and coolly responded, "Yes miss?"

She shyly smiled at him - this man had manners and was quite polite, although his voice seemed to be a bit cold. Pointing to his book with her finger, she leaned in as she softly whispered, "How can you read that in plain sight of muggles?"

His face seemed to light up from its stoic look a moment ago. His counter response was, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve. But since you noticed, you must be a witch. I am safe to presume this, no?"

She blinked, realizing that he had caught on, and then nodded. "Yes, I am a muggleborn witch." Only later did she wonder why she had told him that she was muggleborn.

He waved a hand over the book and the words engraved in gold, Hogwarts - A History, vanished one by one. They were replaced with Digital Fortress, by Dan Brown. She felt her mouth drop and quickly inquired how he had used wandless magic with his hand instead of his wand.

He just gave her a small, mysterious smile that made her question whether or not he was nice.

"Ah, but that would ruin the fun in it, now wouldn't it? Besides, magicians don't give away their secrets so easily, and neither do I. I'm sure you've heard the saying 'Curiosity killed the cat,' no?"

She blinked again - he was very intriguing. She wanted to place her finger on where she had seen him before, or at least why she recognized him as she leaned back into her seat. A frown marred her pretty face as she looked back at the book in her lap. This time she was unable to concentrate due to a certain brown haired, lavender eyed wizard.

xXx

One frustrated bride-to-be was nearing the point of dissolving into tears. The Weasley family had just decided that Ginny, Ron and Mr. Weasley would be coming with her to the airport. She and Ginny would find her friends while Ron and Mr. Weasley would find Hermione Granger; Ron's girlfriend of now two months.

Fleur had lent Ginny some of her spare clothes - a yellow tank top, a pair of light blue flared jeans and black thong sandals. The red haired girl had come back down dressed in the clothes with her hair tied in two small buns on either side of her head. Ron had tried on several outfits until Fleur had finally agreed on a plain blue t-shirt and faded pair of black jeans. Mr. Weasley - on the other hand - had tried on at least seven outfits and was going for his eighth.

"Is this suitable for the airport?"

He came down dressed in brown trousers, a white dress shirt with the first button loose and a blue tie that was slack around his neck. Fleur looked up from clutching her head in her hands, peering up at her soon-to-be father-in-law between her spread open fingers. She jumped up from the couch excitedly, hands falling from her face, smiling brightly and all four were ushered out of the Burrow by a cleaning Mrs. Weasley.

Fleur insisted on driving so they would be able to get to the airport quicker, which was probably not the safest decision, considering that she only had her license for a few months.

The four made their way inside the revolving doors and suddenly, the three Weasleys began gaping and staring at everything in sight. The silver haired twenty-year-old sighed loudly before dragging all three to find out if the plane had arrived on time. It turned out flight C39 was only twenty minutes behind schedule. Just enough time to haul arse and get down to the gate, Fleur noted before latching onto all three of her companions and shoved them onto the train while whining in French about Mr. Weasley's childish behavior.

Once they reached terminal C, Fleur hauled the three off of the train; Mr. Weasley whined about getting off while Ginny and Ron asked what the luggage was used for. By the time they made it to the gate, she had answered questions about luggages, McDonald's, ice cream, gum, the seats, airplanes and all of the security surrounding the airport. Fleur had had it by the time the passengers started to get off the plane and was thankful that the first of her friends was one of the first to get off the plane. A high-pitched squeal made all of the people in range clamp their hands over their ears in pain, her friend squealed:

"FLEUR!"

A blond blur zipped through the people and lunged at the silver haired bride-to-be. Fleur was knocked to the ground with an "OUF!" and what was revealed to be a blond haired woman with wide violet eyes sparkling with amusement. Both began speaking in rapid Japanese, which the Weasleys mistook for French. The next to step off the plane was a black haired female who was taller than both of Fleur and the other a blond girl. She raised an eyebrow at them still on the floor, but thrust her hand forward to Mr. Weasley, a small smile gracing her lips as she spoke fluent English with only a twinge of an accent, "I'm assuming you would be Mr. Arthur Weasley since you're standing next to Fleur. I'm Flora Megami and Artemis Megami is the blond, my second youngest cousin."

Mr. Weasley was taken back by Flora's audacity but shook hands with her, nodding as she introduced herself; reminding himself to ask from what language her accent originated from. He pointed to his youngest son and daughter, introducing them to Flora as three other females joined them with three lanky males, all of whom had pigtails reaching their knees. Once Artemis - the blond haired female - had stood up with Fleur, Fleur took it upon herself to introduce everyone as Hermione came up to the group, shocked that the man she had spoken to earlier on the flight was standing next to her boyfriend and his family.

Pulling Artemis forward, tripping over herself, Fleur began her introductions: "This is 'Rty Megami, you 'ave already met Flora Megami. Beside 'er is 'Thena Megami, the one vit the blue 'air. 'Ades Megami is the lavender 'aired girl and Kakyuu Kou is the red 'aired female next to 'er. Taiki Kou is the tallest and brown 'aired boy. Seiya Kou is the black 'aired boy and Yaten Kou is the white 'aired boy!"

Laughing, the blue haired woman smiled before correcting Fleur, "I am Athena, Hades is the youngest and Artemis is the blond. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Right as Fleur was about to continue, Hermione suddenly cut in with her pointer finger flaring at the group, "You're - but - no way! You're the band Moonlight! [1] I can't believe it!"

Her red haired boyfriend blinked twice before hugging the brown haired genius of Hogwarts and immediately was questioning her if she needed help with her 'luggage,' which he proudly emphasized. She heard Taiki mutter softly, "And satisfaction restored it."

"Hermione! You made it!" happily cried Ginny.

Hermione began giggling after she hugged him back, but never explained why she was laughing at him because Fleur had taken the liberty of introducing the Weasleys and Hermione to her friends.

"This is Jinny," before Fleur could continue, the youngest Weasley butted in, "Ginny."

Fleur waved her hands and continued the introductions. "Ronald is the youngest boy Weasley and that is 'is girlfriend, 'Ermione Granger. This is Mr. 'Rthur Weasley."

Their moment of comfort vanished once more as one of the band's obsessed fans loudly screeched that Moonlight was in the airport. It caused a horde of teenage fans to rush forward, shoving pens and paper in all directions at the band members.

All eight members of Moonlight began to flip out, trying to find a place to hide from their obsessive fans. Finding no such place to hide, Artemis grabbed a hold of Flora, Flora grabbed Mr. Weasley's arm, Kakyuu held onto Ginny's hand, Hades tugged on Hermione's arm, Athena clutched on Ron's upper arm while Taiki, Seiya and Yaten were left with the girl's handbags and other loose luggage as they all bolted for the train to Baggage Claim and Parking. All of them safely made it onto the train, just narrowly missing the doors snapping shut as they attempted to catch their breaths from running so fast. Once Ron had caught his breath, he asked, "Do you - you always run - so fast?"

Athena nodded, "It's a daily routine these days - especially when we run from reporters. They're twice as vicious as our stalker fans - and that's saying something."

Artemis and Flora meanwhile were focusing on helping Hades overcome the pain she felt in her legs. Hermione watched on in interest as they made her squat on the ground and count aloud her inhalations and exhalations.

"Are you alright?" she kindly asked.

Artemis looked up at the bushy haired teen, who wore a pink t-shirt and jean skirt, then slowly nodded, "Hades gets cramps in her legs when she runs, plus her lungs have restrained, so she's having a harder time regaining control. It's similar to an asthma attack for her, but not exactly the same. Don't worry, she'll be fine."

"You girls sure know how to run," Mr. Weasley panted. "I haven't run like that in ages."

Soft chuckles came from the band members as Hades stood back up and was protectively held by the violet-eyed singer. The black haired drummer ran her fingers through her chin length hair and sighed. A noise sounded and the train came to a stop, then all the people aboard the train stepped off and quickly made their way to baggage claim.

The three brothers picked up their luggage and they all made their way out to the car, where Taiki was dubbed the safest driver of the bunch and handed the keys to the car, enchanted to fit all of their extra guests. Taiki, Seiya, Yaten and Kakyuu decided to check-in at their hotel, while Artemis, Athena, Hades and Flora headed to the Burrow.

Fleur was happily chatting to her friends in Japanese; Artemis remained quite for awhile, just taking in the scenery before she asked who Fleur had chosen to be her bridesmaid was going to be.

Fleur giggled excitedly, "Flora is, of course! You're so silly 'Rty! She is my best friend, 'fter 'll."

The black haired girl attempted not to groan, while Hades collected several dollars from each from Artemis, Athena and Flora herself. Flora then asked what the color of the dress was going to be; since she would be wearing it.

"I vas thinking tangerine, but I don't know…" trailed off the voice of the bride-to-be.


1 ~ Moonlight

I thought it was appropriate; besides, I can't call them the Three Lights.