It was midday when Misha emerged from the bathing room. She put her
beautiful platinum blonde hair into a braid after she washed all of the
dirt and tangles out of her hair. It had been a long time since she had
felt the warmth of bath water on her skin. She was wearing a hazel coloured
dress when she came out along with a dark purple cloak.
Professor Dumbledore was back in his desk when Misha walked back into the room.
"I see that everything went okay in there. I am supposed to escort you down to the Green Dragon in Hogsmeade. Your sister is there waiting for you, If you will follow me..." He stood up and walked toward another doorway. Misha followed. She saw him pick up a bag. "Here are your clothes, cleaned and repaired if you would like them back, but you can also keep the clothes that you are wearing." He handed the bag to Misha. She looked inside, and sure enough, her pants were whole again, the cloak that she had been wearing was mended entirely; her sweater and pants even looked brand new.
"Thank you, I was looking for them earlier and they seemed to have disappeared..."
"That would have been the house elves. They are good at mending clothes and are very sneaky; you wouldn't be able to tell if they were even there."
He led her down a hall and down stairways leading her into a courtyard. There were students there talking amongst themselves. They did not even see Professor Dumbledore pass by, nor did they pay attention to Misha as she walked by them.
"Ro?" A boy called out. She knew the voice.
"Harry?!" She said spinning around. Sure enough her friend, Harry Potter, from Little Whinging, was running to her. Following close behind were two girls and a boy. He ran up and hugged her.
"Hey Harry, wait up..." The boy called out to Harry. "Whoa, whose she?" He said coming to a stop. He was a little tall and looked about the same age as Harry. He also had bright red hair.
"Ron, this is my neighbor, Misha. I always call her 'Ro' because one of her middle names is Rowan." He explained.
"One of her middle names? How many middle names does she have?" One of the two girls piped up. This one looked a little younger than Harry and Ron. She also had bright red hair, like she was Ron's sister or something.
"Um, let us see..." Misha started counting on her fingers. "...Um, I have six middle names. My full name is Kyra Gradenel Mu-Lan Nekoro Rowan Nymphadora Tonks VIII."
"You related to Tonks?" Ron questioned.
"Do you mean Nymphy? She is my sister. I was just going with Professor Dumbledore down to the Green Dragon to meet up with her. I never expected to see you here, Harry. Who are your other friends? I know he is Ron." Ron smiled.
"Me either." He replied. "The girl with the red hair is Ron's sister, Ginny. And the one with the brown hair is Hermione. Don't mind her not talking. Ron cast a muting spell on her because she would not stop talking about how she did on her O.W.L.'s."
"O.W.L.'s?"
"Ordinary Wizarding Levels, they are tests that all fifth-years have to take." Harry explained.
"I am sorry but I have absolutely no clue what you are talking about, Sorry..." Misha said. Professor Dumbledore was near the gate before he realized that Misha was talking to Harry Potter and his friends. He turned around and walked back to Misha.
"Come on, Misha, we really must be going, you can talk to your friend later. We must go to Hogsmeade this instant." He said upon approaching her.
"Okay, later Harry...bye everyone..." She waved and followed Professor Dumbledore with a smile.
Outside of the gates, there was a carriage that was hitched up in the air.
"More magic?" Misha asked looking at the carriage.
"No, those are horses. They are simply invisible." He said whilst opening the door to the carriage and helping Misha up into it. There was a hooded person inside of the carriage already. Dumbledore closed the carriage door after climbing in himself and it jerked to a start.
The person under the under the hood managed to avoid Misha gaze as she tried to look at the face of the person. They were smoking a long, thin pipe. The smoke coming from the pipe though smelt of freshly picked strawberries and ripe bananas.
"Miss Carpaithian, I presume." Professor Dumbledore said looking to the person out of the corner of his half-moon spectacles.
"...Aye..." The person said, her voice was like a melody, soft and soothing to Misha. She lowered her hood and her hair flowed out of the hood like a waterfall. It was light bluish and the tips of her hair were frosted a pinkish color. She was wearing glasses and her irises of her eyes were as white as snow. Her skin looked silky smooth.
"She is a prodigy, I can see it in her eyes, yet she knows no magic. Why is that? I can see she has two wizards for parents yet she is no squib. She has been magical since her birth but something happened..." She reached out and grabbed Misha's right arm and extended it. "...She did this by herself unknowingly with her mother's wand. It takes a great deal of magic to scar ones self with a spell like the one which produced this scar."
Misha pulled her arm back.
"How do you know that? I always thought it was a stick and then I woke up in a hospital after playing with it..."
"Why do you hide your power? You have a great deal of magic..."
"What are you talking about? I am not a witch, I have no POWERS!" As she said that, there was a loud crack and the carriage jerked to a halt. Dumbledore got up and opened the door to the carriage. The carriage was inside of a building. He climbed down out of the carriage, Miss Carpaithian was next to follow. Misha watched her as she stood up. She was wearing a combination of silk, leather and small plates of armor. Misha got up slowly and climbed down from the carriage.
"Do you believe now?" Miss Carpaithian said as she walked out of the room drawing her cloak around her.
"We are very fortunate. You managed to disapparate us into an open area, and thankfully not into a wall, the ground or the bottom of the ocean." Professor Dumbledore said as he came up and placed his hand on Misha's shoulder. "You really should remember what young Kriscasonia Carpaithian told you just now. Barely seventeen and she is the last of her kind..." He stopped talking for a moment. "We should see where we ended up now should we?" He walked towards the door.
It was like nothing Misha had ever seen when she stepped out into the open. There were several people wearing cloaks and pointed hats. Little children were gathered around the window of building ogling over a broom. Misha didn't understand why.
"Ahh, I see two you made it in one piece." Professor Dumbledore said, as he walked to a couple of people standing by a candle-lit streetlight. They were looking up a road that was coming from a castle up on the hill.
"Albus, I thought you were coming by carriage from the school with Misha...We were watching down the road for the carriage." The man said. Misha knew the voice.
"NO!" She yelled out and started to run in the opposite direction. The other person, a woman, heard the scream, and turned around to see Misha running.
"Petrificus Totalis..." She yelled after pulling out her wand and pointing it at Misha.
Professor Dumbledore was back in his desk when Misha walked back into the room.
"I see that everything went okay in there. I am supposed to escort you down to the Green Dragon in Hogsmeade. Your sister is there waiting for you, If you will follow me..." He stood up and walked toward another doorway. Misha followed. She saw him pick up a bag. "Here are your clothes, cleaned and repaired if you would like them back, but you can also keep the clothes that you are wearing." He handed the bag to Misha. She looked inside, and sure enough, her pants were whole again, the cloak that she had been wearing was mended entirely; her sweater and pants even looked brand new.
"Thank you, I was looking for them earlier and they seemed to have disappeared..."
"That would have been the house elves. They are good at mending clothes and are very sneaky; you wouldn't be able to tell if they were even there."
He led her down a hall and down stairways leading her into a courtyard. There were students there talking amongst themselves. They did not even see Professor Dumbledore pass by, nor did they pay attention to Misha as she walked by them.
"Ro?" A boy called out. She knew the voice.
"Harry?!" She said spinning around. Sure enough her friend, Harry Potter, from Little Whinging, was running to her. Following close behind were two girls and a boy. He ran up and hugged her.
"Hey Harry, wait up..." The boy called out to Harry. "Whoa, whose she?" He said coming to a stop. He was a little tall and looked about the same age as Harry. He also had bright red hair.
"Ron, this is my neighbor, Misha. I always call her 'Ro' because one of her middle names is Rowan." He explained.
"One of her middle names? How many middle names does she have?" One of the two girls piped up. This one looked a little younger than Harry and Ron. She also had bright red hair, like she was Ron's sister or something.
"Um, let us see..." Misha started counting on her fingers. "...Um, I have six middle names. My full name is Kyra Gradenel Mu-Lan Nekoro Rowan Nymphadora Tonks VIII."
"You related to Tonks?" Ron questioned.
"Do you mean Nymphy? She is my sister. I was just going with Professor Dumbledore down to the Green Dragon to meet up with her. I never expected to see you here, Harry. Who are your other friends? I know he is Ron." Ron smiled.
"Me either." He replied. "The girl with the red hair is Ron's sister, Ginny. And the one with the brown hair is Hermione. Don't mind her not talking. Ron cast a muting spell on her because she would not stop talking about how she did on her O.W.L.'s."
"O.W.L.'s?"
"Ordinary Wizarding Levels, they are tests that all fifth-years have to take." Harry explained.
"I am sorry but I have absolutely no clue what you are talking about, Sorry..." Misha said. Professor Dumbledore was near the gate before he realized that Misha was talking to Harry Potter and his friends. He turned around and walked back to Misha.
"Come on, Misha, we really must be going, you can talk to your friend later. We must go to Hogsmeade this instant." He said upon approaching her.
"Okay, later Harry...bye everyone..." She waved and followed Professor Dumbledore with a smile.
Outside of the gates, there was a carriage that was hitched up in the air.
"More magic?" Misha asked looking at the carriage.
"No, those are horses. They are simply invisible." He said whilst opening the door to the carriage and helping Misha up into it. There was a hooded person inside of the carriage already. Dumbledore closed the carriage door after climbing in himself and it jerked to a start.
The person under the under the hood managed to avoid Misha gaze as she tried to look at the face of the person. They were smoking a long, thin pipe. The smoke coming from the pipe though smelt of freshly picked strawberries and ripe bananas.
"Miss Carpaithian, I presume." Professor Dumbledore said looking to the person out of the corner of his half-moon spectacles.
"...Aye..." The person said, her voice was like a melody, soft and soothing to Misha. She lowered her hood and her hair flowed out of the hood like a waterfall. It was light bluish and the tips of her hair were frosted a pinkish color. She was wearing glasses and her irises of her eyes were as white as snow. Her skin looked silky smooth.
"She is a prodigy, I can see it in her eyes, yet she knows no magic. Why is that? I can see she has two wizards for parents yet she is no squib. She has been magical since her birth but something happened..." She reached out and grabbed Misha's right arm and extended it. "...She did this by herself unknowingly with her mother's wand. It takes a great deal of magic to scar ones self with a spell like the one which produced this scar."
Misha pulled her arm back.
"How do you know that? I always thought it was a stick and then I woke up in a hospital after playing with it..."
"Why do you hide your power? You have a great deal of magic..."
"What are you talking about? I am not a witch, I have no POWERS!" As she said that, there was a loud crack and the carriage jerked to a halt. Dumbledore got up and opened the door to the carriage. The carriage was inside of a building. He climbed down out of the carriage, Miss Carpaithian was next to follow. Misha watched her as she stood up. She was wearing a combination of silk, leather and small plates of armor. Misha got up slowly and climbed down from the carriage.
"Do you believe now?" Miss Carpaithian said as she walked out of the room drawing her cloak around her.
"We are very fortunate. You managed to disapparate us into an open area, and thankfully not into a wall, the ground or the bottom of the ocean." Professor Dumbledore said as he came up and placed his hand on Misha's shoulder. "You really should remember what young Kriscasonia Carpaithian told you just now. Barely seventeen and she is the last of her kind..." He stopped talking for a moment. "We should see where we ended up now should we?" He walked towards the door.
It was like nothing Misha had ever seen when she stepped out into the open. There were several people wearing cloaks and pointed hats. Little children were gathered around the window of building ogling over a broom. Misha didn't understand why.
"Ahh, I see two you made it in one piece." Professor Dumbledore said, as he walked to a couple of people standing by a candle-lit streetlight. They were looking up a road that was coming from a castle up on the hill.
"Albus, I thought you were coming by carriage from the school with Misha...We were watching down the road for the carriage." The man said. Misha knew the voice.
"NO!" She yelled out and started to run in the opposite direction. The other person, a woman, heard the scream, and turned around to see Misha running.
"Petrificus Totalis..." She yelled after pulling out her wand and pointing it at Misha.