Wow you guys, this is amazing, let me just say that I am absolutely honored that so many people have been reading Nightingale since I finished it. This story is truly near and dear to my heart so it just makes me so happy that everybody is so into it still!
Anyway, I just wanted to make the official announcement that I have recently begun writing a sequel to Nightingale. It's called 'Caged Nightingale' and it picks up a few months after the epilogue. I'm very excited about this story, because it is a continuation of my baby!
So here's a little preview, just for you guys because you're awesome! And you know, if you guys would be so kind, would you please send me some reviews? That would just kinda make my day!
Evie shut her eyes with a soft smile on her face. She felt completely at home, her fingers gliding across the worn wood of her violin neck, despite the fact that she was in a slightly uncomfortable dress and her feet were screaming for her to kick off her shoes. Hundreds of eyes were upon her with similar smiles, but it felt as if she were all alone, just her and her violin. It was then that she felt a light kick coming from inside of her and her smile only widened. She couldn't believe that she had made it this far. Years earlier, when her life was just beginning, she had never guessed that she would be married to the Minister of Magic with children coming out of every which way. Not that she was complaining. She loved her children and appreciated the fact that she was still alive. And she had finally gotten the one thing that she had been wanting for what seemed like forever: the promise of security.
Evie suddenly stopped, glancing around as the large lights started to flicker above her and the rest of the large crowd. People in fine gowns and carefully decorated robes quickly huddled together, a rush of fear running through them as the lights went out. Oliver was at her side in a second, gripping her arm tightly.
"Electrical problem?" She whispered as her eyes slowly adjusted to the new darkness. She couldn't see it, but Oliver shook his head with his lips pursed together.
"Not likely."
"Then what?" She asked as she clutched her violin close to her chest. They were in Hogwarts for Dumbledore's sake, what could have caused this? She could hear her four friends not far from her having almost the exact same conversation along with the great crowd in front of her.
"I don't know." Oliver whispered. "But I'm not leaving you." Evie smirked.
"Then how do you plan on handling this?" Oliver was silent for a moment before squinting to his right.
"You three…whoever's there…go see what's going on, now!" He barked out. Evie could hear three sets of stumbling footsteps leave the podium and dash out of the great hall, but then her ears picked up something rather peculiar. Amongst the panicked conversations, somebody was moving. The footsteps were slow and she couldn't tell where they were coming from, only making her heart start to pound. This seemed so silly to be afraid of footsteps, but after everything that she had been through, she had a reason to be.
Suddenly, the footsteps were right in front of her and moving off to the side. They were coming up the side stairs with an odd click as they moved past Harry and the others. Evie backed up against Oliver, her entire body trembling with fear. Then the footsteps stopped right in front of her, a figure appearing in an ominous silence that made her sink into Oliver's chest. Before she was about to scream at him and tell him to identify himself, he muttered something under his breath.
"Petrificus totalus maxim."
Evie gasped, feeling her entire body freeze in her spot. There were murmurs of discomfort from all around her and she quickly realized that he had frozen the entire crowd. They were all stuck frozen in darkness. In Evie's opinion, this was turning out to be quite a bad party. There was a slight chuckle before another the figure muttered another spell.
"Lumos maxim."
The lights quickly flickered back on and Evie wished that she had been able to speak, for if she had been able to, she would have screamed. There, dressed in tattered black with his electric blonde hair unusually mussed up, stood Draco Malfoy. Evie wanted to tremble and shake with fear as he flashed that same evil smirk at her.
"Hello Evie, good to see you looking so well."
Okay you guys, that's all for now! Yes, Draco is back from America! Oh no, what's going to happen? Do you know how you're going to find out? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
