Hey ya'll! I hope you enjoy my new series. I'm not good
with LONG chapters, so you'll have to put up with me. K? K!
This will be a long
BOOK, though.
Disclaimer: Come on you
people! You should know the drill by now! I own zip, natta, nobody!! Well,
maybe I own a few people . . .like Rowena's father . . .but wait, you don't know
its Rowena yet . . .
PS: Fiacra is
pronounced: fee-ak-ra. It's Irish. Believe me, I know these things. It
may be hard to believe, but I taught my self how to speak the basics of the
Irish Gaelic language, with, of course, the help of my handy-dandy encyclopedia
Encarta. Irish Rule!! But Italians are cool, too. In fact, I support everybody!
A
thirteen-year-old Godric Griffindor stood in a vast field of tall grass and
wildflowers. His hand shielded the glare of the sun from his eyes, and sandy
brown hair gleamed in the afternoon glow.
At the far
edge of the field, behind him, stood a girl, about his age, in a long
old-fashioned dress, with her curly brown hair pulled halfway to her head [A/N:
you could say it was a half-ponytail], with wisps of it coming out in the wind.
She had a curious look on her face. As if she was trying to decipher whom he
was, and why he was there.
She
smiled, lifted her skirts so that they would not catch on the tall grass, and
walked out to greet him. She stopped, six feet from him, and queried:
"What
are you doing?"
Godric
jumped and turned around, surprised to see that he was not alone. His blue eyes
glittered, and her green twinkled in mischief.
"Looking
for lions," he replied.
"I
don't believe you'll find many here, although you may find a sphinx or two,
very deep in the forest,"
"Oh,"
came his short reply.
"Why
are you looking for lions?" the girl asked.
"No
reason," replied he, and then asked, "Do you live in Hogsmeade?"
"Yes.
Do you?" and a silent nod came from Godric.
Suddenly,
the girl looked past the boy at something where the meadow and forest met.
Godric spun around to see a gigantic flash of white gallop into the forest.
"Fiacra." Whispered the girl.
"Pardon?"
asked Godric. But the girl did not answer. She had begun a mad chase after the
creature and soon, disappeared into the greenery.
"Wait!!"
called Godric, and he began to chase after the girl.
After
twenty minutes had passed, and Godric was completely out of breath, he and
looked around him.
He called,
"Hel-!"
But he was
stopped because a small hand was clamped over his mouth.
"Shhhh!!
Be quiet!!" whispered something in his ear.
And to think that this took up TWO (TWO!!) pages in my
notebook! Well, I think it came out pretty well. What do you think? Please tell
me. Be a responsible reader and review.
Thanks,
Athena McGuire
PPS: It might take awhile to upload the next chapter,
'cause I'm going to Florida on the 27th, so please be patient! I
need a vacation, too, ya know!!
