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"What do you think could be wrong with her?" Lucian Pierce inquired, motioning to a pale, unconscious Bowie Frost. His question was directed at his other cousin who'd been trying to nurse the brunette back to health.

Fable arched an eyebrow, whipping around to face the dark haired lad. He'd brought the sixteen year old elsewhere, knowing herbs that should do the trick.

"Are you sure this will help?" Fable asked; a woman with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, hazel green eyes, and thin pale cheek bones to match. He was only asking his aunt for the sake of the hysteric Luke.

"If I wasn't sure then I wouldn't give you the suggestion. Most wizards and witches I charge, but you've always been my favorite nephew." Corrine White spoke in a soft tone, smiling at the boy. She gave his shoulder a slight squeeze.

The witch lived in a haunted, spooky goth mansion with the occasional spider webs here and there. If the strawberry blonde were to be honest; she'd admit to having a few of the spiders as her pets. She even spoke to them when no one was around.

Frowning, Fable nodded, eyeing the unconscious form of his Ravenclaw friend. He felt something tug at his heart, daring a glance at his narrow eyed cousin. "Luke, I don't know what's wrong with Bowie. I have a feeling…" he trailed off, biting his bottom lip in thought.

Lucian lifted an eyebrow, wandering around when Corrine cleared her throat.

The middle aged witch had finished, concocting a brew to help Bowie return to the surface. "The herbal potion for your girlfriend is ready."

The words caused both boys to tinge a new shade of pink.

Fable sighed, inhaling a sharp breath. He released it, softly taking the vial of sparkling green potion the woman had made. A half smile reached his tan complexion.

Lucian was busying himself by waving a hand in front of Bowie's face. A frown forming as some thing occurred to him. "Isn't Bowie descended from a god of ice, and a goddess of flames? Her father is the infamous Tristan Frost of the Jack Frost bloodline. Why would this happen to her without her being able to wake from it without magical assistance?"

Fable furrowed his eyebrows, taking the long conclusion of his cousin into consideration.

A smile tugged at Corrine's pale features. She sighed, reaching into her pocket for something. "I do have a way you can reach her. Maybe, you can get hurt to return without wasting the brew. You may need it for when you find the other missing Hogwarts students."

Fable nodded in agreement. He tucked the vial away in a safe space, shooting Lucian a curious glance. "She's right you know."

Lucian bitterly agreed. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of black slacks that were a part of his Ravenclaw uniform without the robes.

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Pop! Scar punched Bowie square in the jaw, causing blood to spew from her mouth. A smile on her chesire face. "That's what you get for ruining my life!"

Bowie spat the blood in the other brunette's face. Oddly enough, she had been forced into an abandoned home in the Hogsmeade village by the chick, proving things weren't as they seemed. What had happened to her friends? It's what she kept harping on. "How?"

"Garrett is always on about how wonderful of a niece you are!" Scar growled, grabbing fistfuls of Bowie's hair. Her hazel eyes locked onto hardly fearful grey green ones.

"Take that up with him. Did you create this world?" Bowie spoke, remaining calm. She was unable to hold hate in her heart for her uncle let alone his jerk of a girlfriend.

Scar released her grip on the brunette, bound to a chair in the middle of an old dusted place. She crossed her arms, tapping her slender fingers. "I helped Rome to bring this to life just for our amusement."

"Aren't you a Gryffindor? Why would you want to help the bad guy?" Bowie asked, vaguely recalling which houses they were in.

Scar narrowed her eyes, straightening up. She shook her head, tsking. "There goes the judgemental Ravenclaw surfacing."

Bowie furrowed her eyebrows together. "I meant nothing by it. You are dating Garrett after all, and he is in Slytherin. He's family, nothing weird happens there. I promise Scar, but this has got to stop."

Scar mulled it over, believing her to be right for a few seconds. Sighing, she about opened up to Bowie until doubt flickered in her mind. She whipped out her wand, pointing it at Bowie, "Avada Ke-"

Bowie rose an eyebrow when the other brunette stopped mid-killing curse. She got an answer when the tiny witch dropped, unconscious to the floor. Her eyes snapped to Fable holding a book, seemingly out of breath. "I'm definitely losing it. What is a hufflepuff doing here? They aren't known to be brave."

Fable set the book on a crooked tabletop, stepping over Scar to unbind Bowie. His pale blue eyes held a smirk, "you've inspired me to branch out a little."

Bowie frowned, upon realizing he shouldn't be wherever they were. "Fable, what are you doing here?"

Fable huffed, meeting her eyes. He grabbed ahold of her shoulders. He had to tell her so she would wake. "Frostbite, this is a dream! You alone can wake up, but you've got to believe me. Otherwise, the rest of the missing students will still be missing, and we might never see you or them again."

Bowie got the sense he was holding a spare bit of information back. "And, what aren't you telling me?"

Fable reached into his pocket, revealing the potion his aunt had made to help wake her if it didn't pan out. "I kind of lied, but this would help Fawn, and the others if you can wake without wasting the potion. It's suppose to help one wake up."

Bowie released a heavy sigh, allowing his words to hit her like a ton of bricks. Her friends were important to her plus the people she surrounded herself with. A smirk found its way onto her tan features as she gently nudged him in the ribs.

"So, Luke, didn't want to wake me instead?" Bowie asked, cautiously watching Fable's jaw clench in irritation.

An idea lit up his eyes, and a smirk formed on his face. "Ah, no. He's pining after your brother."

Bowie felt herself turn red due to the embarrassment of making a mistake. "I didn't realize...it's not like he mentioned…"

Fable mentally chuckled, waving her confusion off. "Nonsense. Concentrate on waking up."

Bowie returned to reality, nodding in agreement. She did need to wake up, instead of being stuck in this sick fantasy created by Roman and Scarlett.