There was a strange breeze...like she was in a warmer area...a green house perhaps. Calisto looked around, but all she could see was black. The scent of roses was overpowering...it made her want to be sick...but where was the scent coming from. Slowly things began to appear, fuzzy, like an untuned television. It was a green house...and there were lots of flowers. And...two people? A woman and a child. Tears. Why are they crying? Calisto wondered.
Then, something else about the scene hit her, making her realize what was going on. She realized it wasn't her eyes she was looking though. Which explained the fuzzyness, she said to herself. A third shadow caught her...the person's eye. A tall man in a midnight black cloak.
'DAD!' she thought ot herself, recognizing his face. 'NO!' But she couldn't form the words with this person's mouth. Instead, she could hear the body pleaing.
"Please, not my wife and child! Take me! Do whatever you will. But not my wife and child!"
"Shut up, pathetic fool. Stadey, take them away. If they cooperate...maybe I'll let him go." But Calisto could see through the fuzzieness a gleam in her father's eye that said no matter what, this man would not live. The woman and child were lead away in silent tears, while her father paced, like a tiger who'd cornered its prey and was toying with it. Calisto glared from behind the eyes. Why did she have to witness another one?
"What the?" He'd noticed something. Talon Wesom looked closely at the man he had positioned on a stool, a rope around his neck. "Are you in there, Listo? Yes...that is your look. Come back to haunt me have you!" With great rage he kicked the stool, and the man dropped, swaying back and forth as he choked to death.
Calisto struggled in the bed amidst the sheets as she attempted to pry the rope from her neck. But no matter how hard she clawed, the rope didn't move. Everything was fading. Little air....
It was a crashing sound that had woken her. She was on the floor, tangled in a sheet. There were shards of glass, from what had been a mirror, lying on the floor...and the sheets were bloodied. Her neck felt sore and damp...a bright light. Lupin had just lit a lantern to see what was going on.
"Calisto, are you alright? I heard..." His sentence faded, which worried Calisto. What was wrong with him that he'd stopped talking. "What happened?" He was already examining her neck, which was the source of the blood. Apparently in her struggle to remove the "rope" she'd clawed her own neck. But how could she explain to Lupin what had happened? "Are you okay?" She nodded. "Can you talk?" She shook her head no. This answer seemed to frustrate him, just a bit. She could understand completely. "Here, you can come sleep out in the living room. It might make you feel a little better."
In the living room he healed the claw marks and wrapped her in a warm blanket, sitting her in one of his few chairs. Calisto looked around, glancing at a small newspaper lying on the floor. She lifted it up, reading what little she could. "Another child abducted, from Muggle London underground." 'Dad's work, no doubt. I wish I knew what it was he needed so many of them for. He doesn't have anyone to use...unless he's finally working on himself..."
"Is there something in there that interests you?" Lupin had brought her a cup of tea, which she greatfully took, while nodding yes to answer his question. And before he could even ask she pointed to the headline. "Yes...there have been quite a few lately. People think that its the death eaters."
'You have no idea, pal,' she thought to herself with much sarcasim.
"Its sad really," Lupin continued. "No one is able to find any clues or any leads as to who might me doing it." Calisto's eyes went round, as an idea came to her. She was amazed at how stupid she could have been for not telling him sooner. Setting the cup down, she pointed to the article then at herself. "You? Do you know something about it?" She nodded vigorously. Now they were getting somewhere. What better way to stop her father then by going to the Ministry of Magic and revealing him for what he really was, and what he had done and was continuing to do. "Is that why they tried to kill you?"
The question had hit her like a brick. Was that why? She'd never thought of it in that sense. She'd just assumed she'd finally become a failed attempt. Was it possible her father had sensed she'd try and reveal him? But no, he didn't know of what her mind could do. She'd made sure of that. And, in any case, he thought she was dead. But still, she needed to give Lupin some sort of answer...and it would be a half truth, just like the one he'd given to her earlier, though she said nothing to him of it. And with a grim look, she nodded yes.
Then, something else about the scene hit her, making her realize what was going on. She realized it wasn't her eyes she was looking though. Which explained the fuzzyness, she said to herself. A third shadow caught her...the person's eye. A tall man in a midnight black cloak.
'DAD!' she thought ot herself, recognizing his face. 'NO!' But she couldn't form the words with this person's mouth. Instead, she could hear the body pleaing.
"Please, not my wife and child! Take me! Do whatever you will. But not my wife and child!"
"Shut up, pathetic fool. Stadey, take them away. If they cooperate...maybe I'll let him go." But Calisto could see through the fuzzieness a gleam in her father's eye that said no matter what, this man would not live. The woman and child were lead away in silent tears, while her father paced, like a tiger who'd cornered its prey and was toying with it. Calisto glared from behind the eyes. Why did she have to witness another one?
"What the?" He'd noticed something. Talon Wesom looked closely at the man he had positioned on a stool, a rope around his neck. "Are you in there, Listo? Yes...that is your look. Come back to haunt me have you!" With great rage he kicked the stool, and the man dropped, swaying back and forth as he choked to death.
Calisto struggled in the bed amidst the sheets as she attempted to pry the rope from her neck. But no matter how hard she clawed, the rope didn't move. Everything was fading. Little air....
It was a crashing sound that had woken her. She was on the floor, tangled in a sheet. There were shards of glass, from what had been a mirror, lying on the floor...and the sheets were bloodied. Her neck felt sore and damp...a bright light. Lupin had just lit a lantern to see what was going on.
"Calisto, are you alright? I heard..." His sentence faded, which worried Calisto. What was wrong with him that he'd stopped talking. "What happened?" He was already examining her neck, which was the source of the blood. Apparently in her struggle to remove the "rope" she'd clawed her own neck. But how could she explain to Lupin what had happened? "Are you okay?" She nodded. "Can you talk?" She shook her head no. This answer seemed to frustrate him, just a bit. She could understand completely. "Here, you can come sleep out in the living room. It might make you feel a little better."
In the living room he healed the claw marks and wrapped her in a warm blanket, sitting her in one of his few chairs. Calisto looked around, glancing at a small newspaper lying on the floor. She lifted it up, reading what little she could. "Another child abducted, from Muggle London underground." 'Dad's work, no doubt. I wish I knew what it was he needed so many of them for. He doesn't have anyone to use...unless he's finally working on himself..."
"Is there something in there that interests you?" Lupin had brought her a cup of tea, which she greatfully took, while nodding yes to answer his question. And before he could even ask she pointed to the headline. "Yes...there have been quite a few lately. People think that its the death eaters."
'You have no idea, pal,' she thought to herself with much sarcasim.
"Its sad really," Lupin continued. "No one is able to find any clues or any leads as to who might me doing it." Calisto's eyes went round, as an idea came to her. She was amazed at how stupid she could have been for not telling him sooner. Setting the cup down, she pointed to the article then at herself. "You? Do you know something about it?" She nodded vigorously. Now they were getting somewhere. What better way to stop her father then by going to the Ministry of Magic and revealing him for what he really was, and what he had done and was continuing to do. "Is that why they tried to kill you?"
The question had hit her like a brick. Was that why? She'd never thought of it in that sense. She'd just assumed she'd finally become a failed attempt. Was it possible her father had sensed she'd try and reveal him? But no, he didn't know of what her mind could do. She'd made sure of that. And, in any case, he thought she was dead. But still, she needed to give Lupin some sort of answer...and it would be a half truth, just like the one he'd given to her earlier, though she said nothing to him of it. And with a grim look, she nodded yes.