I own Annabella.
A/N to royalberry: Okay, let me try to explain a few things... this is a fanfic to the Chronicles of Chrestomanci by Diana Wynne Jones, and a very good read. As for your questions, I will try to explain... so here goes =). Chrestomanci is the mediator of magic (if you read Harry Potter, sort of like the Minister of Magic), and is famous for having nine lives. When they discovered Annabella, she had 13. Therefore holding her as the most magical person in any of the many worlds, and the next Chrestomanci (Chrestomanci is actually a title, not his name... his real name is Christopher Chant). Until Cat and Gwendolen come along (which is later, I'll explain then). Chrestomanci only comes when he is called upon, which Annabella did not do consciously. Being the next Chrestomanci, she did it without even knowing. That is why Chrestomanci went after Annabella. It was Annabella's mother who died, not much is known about Millie's parents, so I didn't bother with them.... besides, they are in another world. Millie herself is the Goddess (still living after running away), and Chrestomanci's wife. Millie is a bit odd in my opinion. If you have any more questions, I will try to get to them! =)
Annabella Chant
By: punkgothicjackal
Chapter 2: Odd Magic
Months passed and Annabella became more used to the castle, but still wary of the other residents. She kept to herself, exploring the castle or reading in the library, while Micheal Saunders spent her afternoon classes teaching her the history of various places, all she soaked up like a sponge.
"She's absolutely brilliant!" Mr. Saunders exclaimed to Chrestomanci after her first lesson. "The girl is a genius!"
Annabella stood in the doorway, looking at the ground, not the least bit amazed by the analysis.
Weeks later, the twins, Roger and Julia, were born. This posed a few problems, but not at first. Annabella spent that night in the library, having been run off by the midwife, and ignored by just about everyone else. Muttering under her breath, the girl flopped down in the armchair, looking longingly out the window at cloudless sky and the setting sun, she cried out when it was suddenly filled with stormclouds. Tilting her head sideways, she blinked. It began to hail, huge balls of ice the size of the chroquet balls the adults liked to play with. She leapt out of the chair as the window shattered under the force of the hail, then slowly and catiously crept over to it.
Putting her hands near it, it suddenly melted, leaving a puddle on the floor.
"What in the world is going on here?" She asked quietly, prodding the puddle where the ball had been. It was water, all right, but no hail ball that size should have melted that fast. She frowned and closed her eyes, willing the glass back into the window. She opened one eye, so certain it wouldn't work and was quite surprised. The window was back in place, no shard of glass missing, looking better than before. Deciding this was getting too weird, she went back to her book, trying hard to concentrate.
When Mr. Saunders came to check on her, she was asleep, curled up into a ball in the chair.
****
When Julia and Roger were a month old, Millie called Annabella downstairs.
"Annabella, would you like to help me with the twins today?" Annabella nodded. Ever since she first saw then, she had a natural curiousity towards them, but never got close enough to really know anything.
After a few hours, the twins were about to get on Annabella's nerves.
"Please let go." Annabella said for what felt like the hundreth time. Roger and Julia both had a firm grip on her long hair, and it was beginning to hurt. "I said let go!" Annabella said impatiently, and suddenly, it sounded like and explosion. Annabella opened her eyes, startled. The twins had let go of her hair and were now crying, but Annabella payed them no heed. The room before had been filled with mirrors, and now, the frames hung like ghosts, memories of what they had been a few minutes before. The floor was littered with glass, and it was everywhere; in the carpet, in the twins' cradle, everywhere but on Annabella. She knew it was no use trying to fix it, she couldn't do it before Millie came back.
Like a premonition, Millie was standing in the doorway, gaping. "Annabella, I think it would be best if you left now." She said faintly. Annabella nodded, and sniffling, ran up the stairs, throwing the door open and collapsing on the floor. What had she done? Chrestomanci would kill her!
~~~~~~
"How did she do that?" Chrestomanci asked. Mr. Saunders shrugged.
"I have no idea. The girl has odd magic that flares up when she's around people. She's a danger to almost everyone but the two of us, who can somehow manage to keep her under control. Until I have this figured out, I wouldn't let her out of the floor her room is on, unless she's accompanied by one of us."
Chrestomanci nodded and sighed.
A/N: 3 soon.
A/N to royalberry: Okay, let me try to explain a few things... this is a fanfic to the Chronicles of Chrestomanci by Diana Wynne Jones, and a very good read. As for your questions, I will try to explain... so here goes =). Chrestomanci is the mediator of magic (if you read Harry Potter, sort of like the Minister of Magic), and is famous for having nine lives. When they discovered Annabella, she had 13. Therefore holding her as the most magical person in any of the many worlds, and the next Chrestomanci (Chrestomanci is actually a title, not his name... his real name is Christopher Chant). Until Cat and Gwendolen come along (which is later, I'll explain then). Chrestomanci only comes when he is called upon, which Annabella did not do consciously. Being the next Chrestomanci, she did it without even knowing. That is why Chrestomanci went after Annabella. It was Annabella's mother who died, not much is known about Millie's parents, so I didn't bother with them.... besides, they are in another world. Millie herself is the Goddess (still living after running away), and Chrestomanci's wife. Millie is a bit odd in my opinion. If you have any more questions, I will try to get to them! =)
Annabella Chant
By: punkgothicjackal
Chapter 2: Odd Magic
Months passed and Annabella became more used to the castle, but still wary of the other residents. She kept to herself, exploring the castle or reading in the library, while Micheal Saunders spent her afternoon classes teaching her the history of various places, all she soaked up like a sponge.
"She's absolutely brilliant!" Mr. Saunders exclaimed to Chrestomanci after her first lesson. "The girl is a genius!"
Annabella stood in the doorway, looking at the ground, not the least bit amazed by the analysis.
Weeks later, the twins, Roger and Julia, were born. This posed a few problems, but not at first. Annabella spent that night in the library, having been run off by the midwife, and ignored by just about everyone else. Muttering under her breath, the girl flopped down in the armchair, looking longingly out the window at cloudless sky and the setting sun, she cried out when it was suddenly filled with stormclouds. Tilting her head sideways, she blinked. It began to hail, huge balls of ice the size of the chroquet balls the adults liked to play with. She leapt out of the chair as the window shattered under the force of the hail, then slowly and catiously crept over to it.
Putting her hands near it, it suddenly melted, leaving a puddle on the floor.
"What in the world is going on here?" She asked quietly, prodding the puddle where the ball had been. It was water, all right, but no hail ball that size should have melted that fast. She frowned and closed her eyes, willing the glass back into the window. She opened one eye, so certain it wouldn't work and was quite surprised. The window was back in place, no shard of glass missing, looking better than before. Deciding this was getting too weird, she went back to her book, trying hard to concentrate.
When Mr. Saunders came to check on her, she was asleep, curled up into a ball in the chair.
****
When Julia and Roger were a month old, Millie called Annabella downstairs.
"Annabella, would you like to help me with the twins today?" Annabella nodded. Ever since she first saw then, she had a natural curiousity towards them, but never got close enough to really know anything.
After a few hours, the twins were about to get on Annabella's nerves.
"Please let go." Annabella said for what felt like the hundreth time. Roger and Julia both had a firm grip on her long hair, and it was beginning to hurt. "I said let go!" Annabella said impatiently, and suddenly, it sounded like and explosion. Annabella opened her eyes, startled. The twins had let go of her hair and were now crying, but Annabella payed them no heed. The room before had been filled with mirrors, and now, the frames hung like ghosts, memories of what they had been a few minutes before. The floor was littered with glass, and it was everywhere; in the carpet, in the twins' cradle, everywhere but on Annabella. She knew it was no use trying to fix it, she couldn't do it before Millie came back.
Like a premonition, Millie was standing in the doorway, gaping. "Annabella, I think it would be best if you left now." She said faintly. Annabella nodded, and sniffling, ran up the stairs, throwing the door open and collapsing on the floor. What had she done? Chrestomanci would kill her!
~~~~~~
"How did she do that?" Chrestomanci asked. Mr. Saunders shrugged.
"I have no idea. The girl has odd magic that flares up when she's around people. She's a danger to almost everyone but the two of us, who can somehow manage to keep her under control. Until I have this figured out, I wouldn't let her out of the floor her room is on, unless she's accompanied by one of us."
Chrestomanci nodded and sighed.
A/N: 3 soon.
