Finally, the World Cup is over and we are getting on with the story. It took, what, a month? Lol. Enjoy!
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He was torn between wanting to give Phoenix more time to sleep and calming his undoubtedly frantic wife. There wasn't a doubt that she'd heard about the disaster the night before had been. Also, he remembered that she and her younger sister had yet to get their wands and robes.
The second he walked into the girls' area, her eyes snapped open. He gave her an apologetic smile before his eyes went wide in horror and he bolted to support her as she heaved herself out of bed. No longer caring that her pride would never let her be held like she was a helpless child, he supported her and helped her to the kitchen. She was just as shaky as she was the night before, granted that was just a few hours ago.
With a wave of his wand, her bag was packed and a simple dress came out. It was short, a summer dress. He easily put it on her, considering she was just wearing a sports bra and shorts. The second he stood with an arm wrapped around her waist, the ring on the table snapped onto her thumb. Arthur instantly recognized it as one of the Malfoy Family, the ring bound to her by magic.
Charlie was already fixing some food. With his eyes, he pointed to Phoenix and then back to his father, his eyes screaming with worry. Arthur pursed his lips slightly and set her down at the table. By that point, she was yawning and would probably blame the fact that she could barely walk on a lack of sleep. He barely knew her yet he could foresee that.
"Ah, up already, are yeh?" A man with a heavy Irish accent chuckled. "Hay there, Angel. Bro said you probably nearly killed yourself last night."
"Your brother likes to underestimate me." Phoenix retorted stiffly, fixing him with a cold glare. "I hope you know better."
"Ah, but what's the fun o' that?" He grinned. "With you so damn dead-like, I might actually last more than ten minutes." He chuckled, leaning against a support beam in the middle of the tent. "I reckon you're regrettin' trashin' that Naval Base right about now, eh?"
"Nope." Phoenix grinned happily before taking a sip of the tea that was put in front of her.
"Of course not." He retorted while waving a hand and rolling his eyes. "Those poor marines."
"'Poor marines' my ass. They all knew about the slave-pit in their dungeons." Phoenix huffed. "I had only gone to pull a prank on Hawk Eye Mihawk."
"That is suicide in itself!" He shouted, his voice going up two whole octaves. When she grinned, he groaned. "Of course, you wouldn't be the Angel of Death if you didn't constantly defy the basic laws of nature."
"Ah you know me well." Phoenix grinned. "Oh, hay, stick around. Hermione is-"
"GRIFFIN!" Said girl shrieked as she flew across the tent and slammed into the poor man, knocking him clear off his feet. "Oh I was so worried when you went down. Are you sure you're alright?" He was a member of the Irish team, though a stand-in nowhere near as famous as the 'real players'.
"Not after just being tackled to the ground." He laughed, lying flat on his back with Hermione sitting on him. "Still light as a damn feather. I should have a word with your adoptive mother. You look like a damn twig." And to prove his point, he lifted her in the air as if bench-pressing her. He then set her on the side and sat up. "And the day some stupid bludger can take my head is the day Phoenix stops risking her life."
"Bit me." Phoenix retorted.
"My wife may have something to say about that." Griffin grinned back.
Considering he was friends with both Phoenix and Hermione (and he was a famous athlete), he was invited to breakfast. Though, honestly, it was more of a very long tea-time as everyone groggily made their ways out of their bunks and into the kitchen. He went his separate way when they all packed up and headed off, though he was extremely reluctant to upon seeing just how NOT ALRIGHT Phoenix was.
She only had a small backpack with her, honestly. She wasn't allowed to carry it, though. Arthur snatched it and stuffed it into the top of his large backpack the second she tried to put it on. She didn't have the energy to argue so, grateful they even let her walk on her own, they all started to walk.
"What's wrong, Weasley?" None other than Draco Malfoy, the one person capable of making that already-crappy morning even worse, scoffed as they were unlucky enough to pass him. "Big scary Death Eaters kept you up all night?"
"Ugh… it's too damn early for this…" Ron groaned. "Go slither into your snake-pit, Malfoy." He waved him off, continuing to walk. He wanted nothing more than to fall flat on his face and sleep where he landed. Honestly, he had contemplated acting like a child and begging Charlie for a piggyback ride.
The second Draco drew his wand, Phoenix was alert. He grabbed the wand right out of his hand and kicked him in the gut so hard that he was in the air for three feet. He got to his knees, coughing and gasping.
"Might I ask what prompted such an attack, Miss…" Lucius asked slyly as he walked up out of nowhere.
"Maybe if your son had the balls to attack someone to his face, the kick wouldn't be needed." Phoenix stated, handing the father his son's wand. "Can't image it's much of an honor to his family to use cowardly moves on someone that's obviously not ready for any sort of fight."
Lucius rose an eyebrow. "I see." He stated. "Might I ask your name?"
"Angel." She stated. "Angel Granger. Your son goes to school with my cousin."
"Muggle born. I should have known." He stated slowly. "You're lucky to have escaped the Death Eaters last night."
"Ah, Angel, vere vou are!" A large Bulgarian man laughed as he walked up. He looked at Draco and then back at Phoenix before laughing a booming laugh. "Ah, Angel, vou must ignore underhanded attics such as attacking vile back is turned. Vizards don't fight fair. If vou are not cheating, then vou don't vant to vin bad enough."
"Then my foot will be introduced to someone's gut pretty often." Phoenix grinned. "Have a good day, Mr. Malfoy."
"Ah." The Bulgarian agreed. "Good day."
Lucius wasn't done, of course, but the Bulgarian just happened to be the most important in this area. The damn Bulgarian Minister. He was a joyful man that laughed most off, but Lucius had heard enough about the man's temper to not test him. Bulgarians decided everything through a duel and, during those, dying was a strong possibility for the losing side.
But that wasn't what got his attention.
"So I'm your cousin now, huh?" Hermione chuckled as they walked away, not knowing that they were still in earshot.
"I'm in no place to put up with them finding out who I am." Phoenix responded. She walked by the Bulgarian Minister's side, leaning against him fully. "I'd rather be related to a damn Celestial Dragon." She bit out.
Lucius picked his son off the ground and walked away after returning the boy's wand. Surely, he'd misheard. The girl had bright green eyes and pure black hair. And her name was Angel. The Bulgarian Minister even called her it.
It wasn't possible.
Ooh, Lucius gets a hint and connects the dots. Hehe! And Phoenix is an abusive sister. I'm enjoying this too much, aren't I? I know I may get the Malfoy Family a bit ooc, but their real personalities aren't really shown so I may tweak some things to more represent their true loyalties shown in the end of the 7th book.
Review. Opinions are welcome!
When do you think the glamour charm should be removed so Draco can actually SEE his sister?
