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Chapter eight
Zoey stood in front of the new arrivals. "Come, bring them to my office," she said to the three older vampyres. They nodded and dragged them along the short journey out of the great hall into a small room that was Zoey's temporary office. She sat down at her desk to face her old friends, and three very scared looking boys. "Now, where did you find them?"
"They were snooping around the boy's dorm. Stark, Darius and I were just on our way to dinner when we caught them." explained Eric.
"We asked them what they were up to, but they refused to talk to us. We said we would just have to take them to you. They kept muttering something about ripping throats out." continued Stark.
"What are you going to do, Priestess?" asked Darius.
Zoey sat back in her chair and thought. While she was very tempted to, she knew that she didn't have the authority to deal with them as she would deal with troubled fledglings. It was very late now, close to two a.m., so she couldn't take them to Dumbledore. She noticed the badges on one of their robes. Slytherins. Recalling Professor Snape's words, she knew what to do.
"Keep them here until morning. I will take them to Professor Snape tomorrow. Don't let them sleep or eat. If they are so curious about us, they can live our lifestyle."
"What! You can't do that to us! Wait until my father hears about this! He'll have you fired, you know that?" shouted the white haired boy.
"Your father is the least of my concerns, Mr..?"
"My name is of no concern to you," he replied.
"Very well." Eric, Stark, you may leave. I think that Darius will be able to handle them. Oh, Dumbledore also said that we should disarm any young wizard we need to discipline."
The three male vampyres nodded and searched them for their wands. After a few minutes, they produced them, and handed them to Zoey. "Thank you. Have a pleasant night, young wizards," she said walking out, with Eric and Stark by her side. "Did they put up much of a fight?" she asked once they were out of her office.
"They did at first, but when they realized how strong we were, they gave up pretty fast." replied Stark.
"They were more concerned about not getting killed, I think. I don't like them, Zoey. Do you really think Darius will be able to handle them?" asked Eric.
"Of course he will! Zoey took their wands! They are powerless now!" interrupted the archer.
"I was talking to Zoey. Not you, arrow boy."
"Oh come on guys! Get over it! Stop banging your chests! We have bigger problems than your little ego battle!" Zoey interrupted. "Now, we need to figure out what they were doing down there. Did either of you pick up on anything?"
"Something about a master. That's it though." said a now calm Stark.
"That's all I got to." added Eric.
"Now it's clear that that blonde boy is their leader. I will speak to Severus about him tomorrow morning."
"Severus? Oh so you are on first name level with him already? Goddess, Zo."
"Oh. My. Goddess. Eric, get over it! Yes I cheated on you! Yes, I feel bad about it, but your constant reminding me about it isn't helping! That was five years ago! For everyone's sake, GET OVER IT!" yelled the young priestess.
"Zo, calm down!" Stark said, trying to grab Zoey's hand.
She whirled around and glared at him. "I AM PERFECTLY CALM!" she shouted. As if she suddenly realized what she did she turned and stormed off back to the teacher's dorms. This was definitely an Aphrodite moment.
"Wonder what that was all about," Esmerelda said after Zoey and the others left the dining hall.
"Dunno. But Blondie looked terrified," Melodie replied, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I don't like him. He seems like trouble." Tara stated.
The rest of the table nodded. Another group sat at the Slytherin table, whispering about the sudden occurrence.
"Come on Jasmine! He was totally flirting with you earlier today." whispered a light brown short-haired girl to a girl with long black hair.
"Please, a boy like him? He's probably had girls following him since he was seven," said a girl with medium length dark-brown hair.
"Oh...Don't be such a downer Amber. He looked pretty single tonight!" said the light brown haired girl.
"Gemma, you are such an optimist! How do you do it?" Amber replied sarcastically.
Jasmine rolled her eyes and continued picking at her salad. "Guys come on. I really don't think he would be interested in me."
"Um...Jasmine...have you looked in the mirror lately? You are like, the prettiest girl in our form. Of course he would be interested in you!" Gemma encouraged. "You should totally flirt back with him. You mom would be really happy. And he did look awfully rich! Your Dad would be ecstatic as well! His little girl would be set for life!"
"Uh, too bad our parents think we are in Maine, not some secret magic school in the hills of who knows where! We aren't even able to use our cell phones; this place has such crappy service." Amber said, inspecting her manicure in the meantime.
Gemma ignored the dark brown haired girl, and continued her pep-talk to Jasmine. "Seriously, I'll help you get ready tonight before dinner. He will fall head over heels when I'm done with you!"
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