Chapter 19
Let her be
Jeremy groaned and rubbed his head. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know who he was. He could barely move, yet he was alive. His surroundings seemed to be the inside of a rickety old cottage. An old woman was busy at the stove with a kettle of what he presumed to be tea.
"Where am I?" he asked blankly.
"Ahh... good. You are awake I see. I was worried. You were..." She paused and struggled for words. " Out. For a long time. A few weeks actually."
"Who are you? But more importantly, who am I?"
"I am Halle Donate. I do not know who you are, but I do know you were in bad shape when I found you. Looked beaten. Do you remember?"
He thought hard. He could remember a face of a girl. An evil girl. She was pretty, but it didn't matter. He remembered her.
"Cate." he muttered. "That evil..."
"Ahh... A girl?"
"Can you point me in the direction of Hogwarts?"
~*~
In an empty room of the castle in France, Dolere, Facere, and Draco Malfoy sat in an empty room, except for a few chairs. Dolere tapped her fingers, and flipped her blonde hair. Draco sat next to her, and they did make a rather 'Cute' couple. If you called it cute...
"She's late. And where is Bellum?" she hissed.
"Give them time Dolere." Facere said calmly. She was perhaps the most patient person around. " I' sure they'll both show. Sooner or later. I'm sure they had a long night...." At that she sneered. She seemed to find it funny.
"Oh yes..."
After a few minutes of silence, Cate rushed in, her hair a little wild, and she straightened her skirt. She was a fan of showy tight fitting clothing, and was one of the few people that had a figure it flattered. Behind her, Bellum silently closed the door. He was unusually quiet today, apart from his noisy self. Cate shot everyone in the room a look of distaste.
"You." she nodded at Dolere. " Stand up. I'm going to see what you are capable of. This is going to be a small duel."
"I'm ready." Dolere said, standing up and taking out her wand. When Cate nodded at her to begin, she shouted the first thing on the op of her mind, "Crucio!"
But Cate was ready for that, and had a way of blocking the curse, as it was a weak one. It hit Dolere hard, as if the curse's power had been tripled. She crashed to the ground and writhed in pain.
"Are you going to let her win Dolere?" Bellum hissed from his seat. He was good at scaring people, and psyching them out. Dolere couldn't reply, she was in too much pain. Cate, who was standing very still just watching, snapped her fingers. The pain still lingered, and Dolere ached all over, but she dragged herself back to her seat, glaring at Cate.
"Well, you're still young. There's time to improve upon that...." Cate said shaking her head. "Next... hm... Bellum, your turn won't be necessary. The mind is your area of expertise. Facere..."
Facere never did say much. She stood up silently. She actually put up a good fight. Cate had almost been hit with a great ball of fire. This seemed to impress Cate quite a bit, and the bottom of her skirt was singed.
"I obviously do not play with fire that much. Well done Facere, but you can improve upon many things as well."
Facere nodded. She really didn't like being bossed around by someone younger than her. It was almost embarrassing. But she sat with an expressionless look on her face. This was what most of the days were like.
"Hey um... Cate?" Bellum said approaching her while she was snooping about the hallways one day.
"Yes?" she replied, looking suspiciously at a door.
"Well, once a month or so, Mors allows us to go out. I was just wondering if you'd like to come to Paris with me tonight? I've got reservations for dinner already..."
Cate grinned, letting her eyes light up, the gold flecks were a little brighter now. She had warmed up to people a considerable amount since she had met Bellum. Though she really would never admit it to anyone but Bellum, over the past month she had fallen in love with him. So she thought...
"Sure. A night on the town."
"Tower de Eiffel, mademoiselle?"
"Si."
"I think you mean, Oui, Si is Spanish..." Bellum laughed.
"That's what I meant then... Oiu."
"Tres bien." (Which means, 'very good' in French)
"Merci." Cate smiled.
Bellum offered Cate his arm, and they waltzed happily out the door. Cate was startled to see they were so near to Paris itself. They had a distant view of the Eiffel Tower.
"See, no one knows our castle exists. And even a wizarding person who isn't allowed cannot enter it. " Our dinner is juuuust over there." He pointed to a small building. Even though it was small, it was still very romantic.
"I'm still wearing this..." Cate said, looking down at herself.
"There's nothing wrong with that..."
But she had waved her hand, and was dressed in a red gown. There was a lace pattern that went down the chest, and well below the hips. It was even showier than her display of clothes before...
"Ahh... Lovely." Bellum whispered softly in her ear. He kissed her neck, and pulled her off to the restraunt before she had a chance to respond.
"Bienvenue!" greeted a man with a handlebar mustache and a black tuxedo. "Bellum! Bellum Pugnare. Good to see you monsieur! This time you bring along a lady I see. And who might you be mademoiselle?"
"Cate Tucker." she said, making up a last name.
"Ah, bienvenue. Bellum, you choice of ladies is par excellence."
"Merci. Jaques, may we just have our table?"
"Sacrebleu! I almost forgot you were here to eat... Pardon me..."
"Tis' alright." Cate said, taking a seat at a candle-lit table across from Bellum.
"Don't mind him. I don't think he gets any guests as good looking as you are."
So for that night, Cate had put on a public display. She had managed to not kill anything, or even think of it. Actually, she had been a very pleasant person to be around, there was a first time for everything.
"Be right back love." Bellum whispered, and said a few sentences in complete French to Jaques. Jaques pointed to a small resort, and a large room, and Bellum grinned over at Cate, as did Jaques.
"Well, he has a suite left. We can book it for the night." Bellum said quietly to Cate.
"Tell him we'll take it."
"Did I need to ask?"
"Of course not..." Cate replied, pulling him close and kissing him.
~*~
"We've tracked her location to Paris, France." Dumbledore announced, it seemed like he appeared, because no one saw him enter.
"Who?" Ferre said, perking her head up.
"Cate." Meagan answered. "Ooh... She's going down sometime soon. We can't let he go on doing this!"
"She's right." Ridere commented, picking up little Melior, the twins' 3- year-old sister.
"Just let her be for a while." Dumbledore said. "We'll find out where she's settled, but she's at a little Inn right now. She'll eventually get bored with killing people, and then we'll go pay her a visit. Don't rush her."
"But why? Can't we sneak up on her? Catch her sleeping..." Ridere said slyly, though it wasn't too sly.
"Her mind is working in a strange way." Elizabeth answered. "She's brilliant, but gone bad. I don't think there's much you can do yet. Just let her calm down."
Well, I still say she's overrated. Meagan thought to herself. She's only 17. It's night... She's probably asleep.
"I'll be back in a few hours." She said aloud, and abruptly left the room.
~*~
About ten minutes Meagan later she appeared in a dark room. She was careful not to make a sound. Cate was definitely here. And even better. She was asleep. At least the floors were hard stone, and no creaky wood to give her away.
But alas, it couldn't go perfectly. Of course not...
"Mrgfrgll." She tried to shout, but a hand was clapped over her mouth. "Glargg..."
An exasperated sigh from the person who had his hand clapped over her mouth, and she was knocked hard to the floor. It was a man. he wasn't big, but he did possess allot of strength. He had dark hair and eyes, and was rather good looking.
"Oh great. What have we here..." he muttered, shoving something in her mouth. She couldn't move. "Like my invention.. Ah, yes I thought so. Hmm... Amateur Auror? Amateur Ministry member? Let me see.. Since I'm not permitted to kill you, I'll let you go. Unless you wish I wake her. I believe you know Cate. Oui."
'Meagan! Come back!' Echoed a voice in Meagan's mind. It was Marykate was shouting at her. She had never been this bossy. 'Dumbledore says!!'
"Ah. yes, go back. Yes, I can hear all of this. Just calm down..." He snapped his fingers.
"And who are YOU?" She spat in his face.
"Bellum Pugnare. I suggest you get going. She's waking up...."
He took the time to hoist her up and pin her against the wall. Cate was still asleep, and Meagan decided she didn't know what went on between the two of them.
She also didn't know what came over her, but she disappeared suddenly, listening to him. He was a psycho too. They way he glared at her.
~*~
"Well, Cate isn't alone. She's got a man with her." Meagan said, brushing dust off her robes.
"Who?" Sirius said in shock, dropping little Melior.
"Some man name Bellum Pugnare."
"Oh that slime ball!" Ferre shouted. "I hate him! And his friends. Mean, mean people. I went to school with them all! I hate them. So they're in league with her, eh? Oh, you'll pay Dolere... She's my age. Exceptionally mean girl she is..."
Let her be
Jeremy groaned and rubbed his head. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know who he was. He could barely move, yet he was alive. His surroundings seemed to be the inside of a rickety old cottage. An old woman was busy at the stove with a kettle of what he presumed to be tea.
"Where am I?" he asked blankly.
"Ahh... good. You are awake I see. I was worried. You were..." She paused and struggled for words. " Out. For a long time. A few weeks actually."
"Who are you? But more importantly, who am I?"
"I am Halle Donate. I do not know who you are, but I do know you were in bad shape when I found you. Looked beaten. Do you remember?"
He thought hard. He could remember a face of a girl. An evil girl. She was pretty, but it didn't matter. He remembered her.
"Cate." he muttered. "That evil..."
"Ahh... A girl?"
"Can you point me in the direction of Hogwarts?"
~*~
In an empty room of the castle in France, Dolere, Facere, and Draco Malfoy sat in an empty room, except for a few chairs. Dolere tapped her fingers, and flipped her blonde hair. Draco sat next to her, and they did make a rather 'Cute' couple. If you called it cute...
"She's late. And where is Bellum?" she hissed.
"Give them time Dolere." Facere said calmly. She was perhaps the most patient person around. " I' sure they'll both show. Sooner or later. I'm sure they had a long night...." At that she sneered. She seemed to find it funny.
"Oh yes..."
After a few minutes of silence, Cate rushed in, her hair a little wild, and she straightened her skirt. She was a fan of showy tight fitting clothing, and was one of the few people that had a figure it flattered. Behind her, Bellum silently closed the door. He was unusually quiet today, apart from his noisy self. Cate shot everyone in the room a look of distaste.
"You." she nodded at Dolere. " Stand up. I'm going to see what you are capable of. This is going to be a small duel."
"I'm ready." Dolere said, standing up and taking out her wand. When Cate nodded at her to begin, she shouted the first thing on the op of her mind, "Crucio!"
But Cate was ready for that, and had a way of blocking the curse, as it was a weak one. It hit Dolere hard, as if the curse's power had been tripled. She crashed to the ground and writhed in pain.
"Are you going to let her win Dolere?" Bellum hissed from his seat. He was good at scaring people, and psyching them out. Dolere couldn't reply, she was in too much pain. Cate, who was standing very still just watching, snapped her fingers. The pain still lingered, and Dolere ached all over, but she dragged herself back to her seat, glaring at Cate.
"Well, you're still young. There's time to improve upon that...." Cate said shaking her head. "Next... hm... Bellum, your turn won't be necessary. The mind is your area of expertise. Facere..."
Facere never did say much. She stood up silently. She actually put up a good fight. Cate had almost been hit with a great ball of fire. This seemed to impress Cate quite a bit, and the bottom of her skirt was singed.
"I obviously do not play with fire that much. Well done Facere, but you can improve upon many things as well."
Facere nodded. She really didn't like being bossed around by someone younger than her. It was almost embarrassing. But she sat with an expressionless look on her face. This was what most of the days were like.
"Hey um... Cate?" Bellum said approaching her while she was snooping about the hallways one day.
"Yes?" she replied, looking suspiciously at a door.
"Well, once a month or so, Mors allows us to go out. I was just wondering if you'd like to come to Paris with me tonight? I've got reservations for dinner already..."
Cate grinned, letting her eyes light up, the gold flecks were a little brighter now. She had warmed up to people a considerable amount since she had met Bellum. Though she really would never admit it to anyone but Bellum, over the past month she had fallen in love with him. So she thought...
"Sure. A night on the town."
"Tower de Eiffel, mademoiselle?"
"Si."
"I think you mean, Oui, Si is Spanish..." Bellum laughed.
"That's what I meant then... Oiu."
"Tres bien." (Which means, 'very good' in French)
"Merci." Cate smiled.
Bellum offered Cate his arm, and they waltzed happily out the door. Cate was startled to see they were so near to Paris itself. They had a distant view of the Eiffel Tower.
"See, no one knows our castle exists. And even a wizarding person who isn't allowed cannot enter it. " Our dinner is juuuust over there." He pointed to a small building. Even though it was small, it was still very romantic.
"I'm still wearing this..." Cate said, looking down at herself.
"There's nothing wrong with that..."
But she had waved her hand, and was dressed in a red gown. There was a lace pattern that went down the chest, and well below the hips. It was even showier than her display of clothes before...
"Ahh... Lovely." Bellum whispered softly in her ear. He kissed her neck, and pulled her off to the restraunt before she had a chance to respond.
"Bienvenue!" greeted a man with a handlebar mustache and a black tuxedo. "Bellum! Bellum Pugnare. Good to see you monsieur! This time you bring along a lady I see. And who might you be mademoiselle?"
"Cate Tucker." she said, making up a last name.
"Ah, bienvenue. Bellum, you choice of ladies is par excellence."
"Merci. Jaques, may we just have our table?"
"Sacrebleu! I almost forgot you were here to eat... Pardon me..."
"Tis' alright." Cate said, taking a seat at a candle-lit table across from Bellum.
"Don't mind him. I don't think he gets any guests as good looking as you are."
So for that night, Cate had put on a public display. She had managed to not kill anything, or even think of it. Actually, she had been a very pleasant person to be around, there was a first time for everything.
"Be right back love." Bellum whispered, and said a few sentences in complete French to Jaques. Jaques pointed to a small resort, and a large room, and Bellum grinned over at Cate, as did Jaques.
"Well, he has a suite left. We can book it for the night." Bellum said quietly to Cate.
"Tell him we'll take it."
"Did I need to ask?"
"Of course not..." Cate replied, pulling him close and kissing him.
~*~
"We've tracked her location to Paris, France." Dumbledore announced, it seemed like he appeared, because no one saw him enter.
"Who?" Ferre said, perking her head up.
"Cate." Meagan answered. "Ooh... She's going down sometime soon. We can't let he go on doing this!"
"She's right." Ridere commented, picking up little Melior, the twins' 3- year-old sister.
"Just let her be for a while." Dumbledore said. "We'll find out where she's settled, but she's at a little Inn right now. She'll eventually get bored with killing people, and then we'll go pay her a visit. Don't rush her."
"But why? Can't we sneak up on her? Catch her sleeping..." Ridere said slyly, though it wasn't too sly.
"Her mind is working in a strange way." Elizabeth answered. "She's brilliant, but gone bad. I don't think there's much you can do yet. Just let her calm down."
Well, I still say she's overrated. Meagan thought to herself. She's only 17. It's night... She's probably asleep.
"I'll be back in a few hours." She said aloud, and abruptly left the room.
~*~
About ten minutes Meagan later she appeared in a dark room. She was careful not to make a sound. Cate was definitely here. And even better. She was asleep. At least the floors were hard stone, and no creaky wood to give her away.
But alas, it couldn't go perfectly. Of course not...
"Mrgfrgll." She tried to shout, but a hand was clapped over her mouth. "Glargg..."
An exasperated sigh from the person who had his hand clapped over her mouth, and she was knocked hard to the floor. It was a man. he wasn't big, but he did possess allot of strength. He had dark hair and eyes, and was rather good looking.
"Oh great. What have we here..." he muttered, shoving something in her mouth. She couldn't move. "Like my invention.. Ah, yes I thought so. Hmm... Amateur Auror? Amateur Ministry member? Let me see.. Since I'm not permitted to kill you, I'll let you go. Unless you wish I wake her. I believe you know Cate. Oui."
'Meagan! Come back!' Echoed a voice in Meagan's mind. It was Marykate was shouting at her. She had never been this bossy. 'Dumbledore says!!'
"Ah. yes, go back. Yes, I can hear all of this. Just calm down..." He snapped his fingers.
"And who are YOU?" She spat in his face.
"Bellum Pugnare. I suggest you get going. She's waking up...."
He took the time to hoist her up and pin her against the wall. Cate was still asleep, and Meagan decided she didn't know what went on between the two of them.
She also didn't know what came over her, but she disappeared suddenly, listening to him. He was a psycho too. They way he glared at her.
~*~
"Well, Cate isn't alone. She's got a man with her." Meagan said, brushing dust off her robes.
"Who?" Sirius said in shock, dropping little Melior.
"Some man name Bellum Pugnare."
"Oh that slime ball!" Ferre shouted. "I hate him! And his friends. Mean, mean people. I went to school with them all! I hate them. So they're in league with her, eh? Oh, you'll pay Dolere... She's my age. Exceptionally mean girl she is..."