Continuing from where I left off...
I turned to Fang, and after a moment's silence, slapped him.
"What was that for!?" I didn't even hit him that hard. Wimp.
"If you hadn't been there, I would have gotten away!"
"So? I got drenched too!"
"Consider this enforcement, then."
"What the hell, Max?"
I turned away, puffing out my cheeks in embarrassment and anger. He was completely dry where I slapped him. Wait. I turned back to face him again, narrowing my eyes at him.
"If you were hit with the balloon too, why aren't you wet?"
Fang sighed and rolled his eyes, flicking his hair out of his eyes like a girl. "Our professor cast the drying charm, remember?"
I looked down at myself. I looked at Fang. I looked at Prof. Stricty. I looked at Fang. I'm an idiot.
"Well, I'm sorry, Fnick." I said sweetly, patting his arm and smiling up at him.
He rolled his eyes and huffed again, but I could tell he was laughing at me on the inside, and had obviously forgiven me. Obviously. I turned to the professors and, as businesslike as I could, said "What's next?" Well, as businesslike as I could with them laughing at me.
Prof. Stricty smiled(shudder. now that was scary) and stepped aside to reveal a woman with spiky silver hair and a hawk-like face, the one with yellow eyes from the Great Hall. I had named her Hawk in my head, and was now certain I was accurate in that name.
"This is Madame Hooch, and she will be your House Head." Well, almost.
"It's very nice to meet you." Angel said, ever the polite one.
"Yeah, what she said." "Yeah." The rest of the flock agreed, still looking at what they were doing.
"It's nice to meet you too. Now before we go out and make all the other houses jealous with how different you all are, I want to go over some house rules." She said crisply, almost impatiently. The other professors rolled their eyes, but it got the flock's attention. "First of all, any points taken off will weigh heavily on our house, considering it's only you 10, I mean, 9 earning us points. So unless it's from Prof. Snape over there," She pointed at Greasy, who sneered. "then I expect there to be a very valid reason behind the loss. Second of all, no acting out too much. Yes, horseplay will be allowed, but actual training is only allowed in a list of certain places that will be posted by the door of the common room. Third, no scaring the guts out of the young ones. Try not to use your powers on them, and if you do, don't reveal it to them, if it's mental." I glared at Angel, who smiled angelically back at me.
"Wait." I said, interrupting Prof. Hooch. "Earlier, you" I pointed at Dumbledore, who had revealed his name earlier, "said we would meet others like us here, and you" my finger turned to Hawk, "said earlier that there were ten of us, not nine. So where's the other one?"
No one spoke for a second, all of them at Dumbledore, until he said, "Why, I don't know what you're talking about."
I narrowed my eyes at him, and felt the atmosphere drop 20 degrees, as all of the flock's attention focused on him. We hated being lied to. The killing intent rose steadily as Angel said quietly, "Liar."
The professors were alarmed, looking between us and Dumbledore, who, to his credit, wasn't petrified. I know what you're thinking. Overreaction much, right? Wrong. We deserve to know about others of our kind, and help them if they need help. The fact that these people had so many students in one secluded location and were lying to us, when we didn't trust them in the first place, was not helping their case at all.
"There are two individuals within these walls that have certain abilities linking to yours, but one not must have his identity revealed for his protection, and the other I would encourage you to look for in the Gryffindor House, for he chose to hide in fear you would be disappointed. If you can find him and prove that he is not a disappointment as he so believes, he will probably join your ranks. But you will have to prove it to him." Dumbledore chose his words carefully, as if he might give away too much.
"What do you mean, must be protected for his own protection?" I demanded. "Are our skills not enough protection for him?"
"He needs, ... a different type of protection."
PLOT TWIST! :3
Again, sorry for being so slow on updating the story. I had encountered a bit of writer's block. IT'S GONE NOW :D I still don't know what to do with the story, though. REVIEW! GIMME IDEAS! A beta would be nice also. I don't know what they do, exactly, but I've noticed some of the better quality stories have beta's, so cooolio. :)
Until next time!
