The Death Eaters Daughter- Chapter Eight
A/N , Thanks for the reviews guys! as requested theres a little more Draco in this chapter.
"Da da da da da da da, I'm singing the bored song now! Bored bored bored bored bored bored, Angelica is bored bored da da da da da da bored bored, Blau, I'm bored!" Angelica's shrill insistent tone filled the room in it's usual manner, invading Mr Blau's ears with the offensively loud song she had come to create 3 hours before.
Mr Blau was starting to enter the stage of Pure Compressed Rage. He tried desperately to block out the tone of the womans voice, but it always managed to seep it's way back into his ears. He was trying to busy himself with a card deck house. Even though it had now reached the tenth level and was looking more like his dream house with a built in jacuzi, it didn't busy him from that annoyingly strong voice only a few inches away from him.
Every fibre of his being was on it's last nerve as he waited on the edge for the shrill voice to enter his ears once more. She had stopped momentarily, he peered at her silently like an eagle eyes it's prey. She was colouring with her crayons she had conjured up from the end of her bright green wand and was coloring on the back of pages she had ripped from Heather's diary.
Mr Blau had frantically tried to stop her but once Angelica had her mind set on something it was no use objecting or standing in her way. She did what she pleased, when she pleased. Her fluffy green bathrobe was placed around her thighs as she was rolled over on her belly, swinging her legs above her with the movements of a child.
Mr Blau slowly moved his head back to his card house quietly, as if not to Alarm Angelica and let her remember the horrible song. If he heared her voice one more time he was going to scream.
"Hey Mr Blau?"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Mr Blau finally exploded. The house of cards with the built in Jacuzi toppled to the ground with the force of his words against it.
"All you have been doing for 3 straight hours is singing that stupid, Stupid STUPID song! on and on and on and on and on! Can't you ever just SHUT UP!" his voice, in all of it's monotonous glory, rose a few decibels or so higher in his outrage.
"Please" He added quickly. His natural politeness never ceased, no matter what kind of mood he was in.
Angelica raised an eyebrow, as if she found this all very funny, or as if she had been yelled at so many times in her life it no longer really bothered her. Mr Blau guessed the most believable choice was the second. She shrugged before making a quick movement over her mouth and handing him a picture. Mr Blau was still rather angry at the red-head and merely shoved it in the pocket of his shirt, his mouth a tight line on his face. Angelica smiled to herself slightly and continued to scribble on one of the many loose pages that lay around her.
Mr Blau didn't question her sudden quietness or the much different approach of her response to him telling her off and sighed deeply as he saw the three hundred cards scattered around him.
'It's gonna be a loong night' he muttered under his breath before starting to stack the cards neatly and one-handedly on the floor in front of him.
"You must leave now, Wildflower" Amarna whispered close to Heather's ear, though Heather's mind was not focused on the mossy sprite, rather on the Dark Mark hovering above her and the quickening sounds of crackling and yelling. She looked down from the sky, suddenly feeling rather lightheaded.
"What do you mean I must leave?" She cried, suddenly feeling rather annoyed at Amarna.
"You must leave, it is too dangerous for you here. Your in Astral Projection and it's too risky for you to be here. Your our only help to save this place and we would not want to loose you now" Amarna said quietly, the normally infectious grin on her face had disappeared. She looked over at the Centaur, who nodded his gingery head. Before Heather could take a second glance he was gone with the speed of a lightning bolt.
"What's going on?" Heather asked calmly, though Amarna could see clearly the woman wanted a straight, no-nonsense answer. She looked over her shoulder once before turning to face the dark haired woman before her, who's darkly pencilled eyes seemed to be searching her very soul. Amarna shifted under Heather's strange gaze.
"You are the True Seer, Wildflower. There will be a time and place, the right time and place, for you to know of the danger and perils of this forest. That time will come and no sooner will you find out. Besides, the time might come sooner than you think" Amarna's riddle-like statement imprinted into Heather's head. Heather looked at Amarna, the look on her face a mixture of Annoyance and Anger.
"There's something going on in this forest, you need my help desperately and there is a Dark Mark in the middle of the sky and you tell me I can't know what the hell's going on!" Heather cried. Something scuttled in the tree above and Amarna took the time to look up and study a small Pixie looking down on their conversation from the canopy she held onto. A few seconds passed before she flew away, her wings beating like the Hummingbirds in Dave's garden.
Amarna looked back down to Heather's eyes. Sighed Quietly to herself. She raised her hand to Heather and muttered a few words. A bright light filled Heather's eyes with whirling spinning colours that hurt them severely to look at. She momentarily felt extremely sick, as if her dinner were about to be re-used. If she had bothered to have any dinner it would have been re-used, anyway. She felt herself spinning, the light washed in through her eyelids. She grasped blindly around for anything to hold onto as support, but found nothing. She was alone, spinning, spinning.
Suddenly, the whole world ceased to move and Heather found that she could open her eyes once more. A solid ground under her feet. It took a few seconds for her to swallow the contents of her stomach and re-adjust her eyes to the dim light. She found herself in a hall, doors filled it's depths of infinity on either side of her. Amarna stood casually by a bright Magenta colour one, her Green eyes flashing and her teeth glinting in the light. Heather shook her head weirily and found she was, once again, laiden in her royal Blue bathrobe. She'd definently need a nice warm bath after this was all over.
"Ah yes, Wildflower. I see you have had enough for one day. Do you not wish to meet Hermione's soulmate then?" Amarna grinned and crossed her arms over her chest, Heather's weiry ears pricked and her head jerked as she heared those words.
"But you...you said that I needed to..." Heather was cut off abruptly.
"There is a time and place for everything, Wildflower. One day you will learn that. The most valuable information you can ever learn. You have been waiting 13 years for the right time and place, and I think that right time and place is here and now" Amarna's riddling voice said in barely over a whisper. Heather could barely suppress her joy.
"You mean I'm going to really actually meet..." Her voice trailed off. Amarna nodded.
"Hermione's true Soulmate" Amarna beckoned Heather to the Magenta door with a finger. Heather gladly obliged and followed her.
"Just beyond this door, he is. I can sense Hermione stronger than I ever can when she's around him in her dreams. Her soulmate" Amarna whispered. Heather realised that Amarna had mentioned a few too many times that Ethy's father was Hermione's true soulmate. If Amarna knew Hermione's, Maybe, just maybe...
"Amarna, you have said many times that this man is Hermione's soulmate..."Heather was cut off once more by the eager sprite.
"Ahh, that is because he is, Wildflower. Everyone has a soulmate. Hermione, Ethy, Even your cousin" Amarna giggled as if she had thought of something extremely funny before her face turned serious once more.
"Even you, Wildflower"
"Who?" Heather's mouth moved before her brain did. Maybe subconciously, this was all she had wanted from this conversation.
To find out her own. Amarna laughed softly to herself, her eyes glinting.
"I'm not allowed to tell you, but I can give you a clue. A Blue Man" Her voice trailed off mysteriously. Heather's eyebrows raised. A Blue Man?. A blue Man?. Was Amarna playing with her mind, or was her true soulmate a Blue Man? She rolled her eyes. Trust her to get the rejects.
"It's not as simple as it seems Wildflower" Amarna simply uttered as she turned the Magenta doorknob.
"No lateral thinking in that Clue....Think on impulse" Heather made a face. A Blue Man? It all made no sense for her apart from the fact she knew soulmates should always be together and that hers Was a Blue Man. Plus what did Amarna mean, 'Think on Impulse', lateral thinking was one of the best things she did. Thinking on impulse was for children only, with the exception of Angelica at times. Her head hurt just thinking about it.
"Wildflower, clear your head, think later. For now your wait is up. Meet Hermione's Soulmate" Amarna whispered, flinging the door open. A light washed over Heather once more, but not the sharp brightness like the one before, this one was warm, pink and inviting. Heather willingly stepped into the room, the last thing she saw of the hall was Amarna's pretty moss colour grinning face before the door was shut with a click behind her.
"Hey Mr Blau?" Angelica's vow of silence had lasted but 10 minutes. Mr Blau sighed from his position staring at the roof and looked up at Angelica's head leaning over him, her childish eyes filled with a familiar bubbliness.
"What" He was still in a bad mood and wanted to keep all words to Angelica at a bare minimum.
"Did you know that my name in Latin means 'The Wandering Blossom'. Does that mean I wander around alot or that I'm gonna sprout flowers on my head?" Angelica wasn't joking when she asked this from her position colouring on the floor. Mr Blau sighed, he should have been used to these useless questions after 14 years of them from the woman, but somehow they still seemed to annoy the heck out of him.
He rolled onto his stomach, one of his hands still clenched Heather's as Angelica's did.
"Well my name, 'Blau', means Blue in German, but that doesn't make me automatically a short fat little blue man, does it" Sarcasm dripped from his voice as venom does from a snakes. Angelica sighed overdramatically and bit into a red crayon, chewing thoughtfully.
"Well you could have just said 'No Angelica, you don't wander around alot and you wont grow flowers on your head', okay, Happy Boy" she said inbetween chews of the crayon. Mr Blau shivered, utterly repulsed before sighing once more. He seemed to do alot of that around Angelica.
"No, Angelica, you don't wander around alot and you won't grow flowers on your head" he mimicked her high pitched voice with his own. Angelica beamed, traces of red crayon visible on her normally white teeth.
"That's better, Happy Boy, now keep on....doing whatever you've been doing for the last 3 hours"She said bubbily, grabbing another yellow crayon.
"Hey, these are really good!" She muttered softly. In another 5 minutes 3 more crayons had disappeared.
Suddenly the door to the room burst open rather forcefully and a figure in all black bounded in, not stopping to close the door or watch where she was going, seeing as she knocked down Mr Blau's once neatly stacked pile of 300 playing cards, sending them flying all over the room once more. Mr Blau groaned.
"I...I was sitting out there like you told me to" she cried in Mr Blau's face, her own panick-stricken one mere inches from his.
"And then this freaky blonde comes and asks me if she can alphabetise all the shades of black in my head, starting with Charcoal and ending with Ziridan. But her hands were all shaking, like she was addicted to drugs...or...or at least chocolate milk or something" Marina cried, gesturing how the womans hands were shaking. Angelica raised an eyebrow, extremely amused as she put her full attention on the panicking woman in front of her.
"Then this...this old man comes up and tells me to get offa his lawn...but...but I wasn't even outside!" She cried, Angelica turned the opposite way and stifled a childish giggle. Marina was to panicked to hear it.
"And then...then around midnight I was just dozing off on the couch down in the living room and his freaky tall chick with Orangey hair asks me where someone named Anna Maria keeps the Hoover!! I don't even know what a Hoover is!" Marina's panicked look ceased a little on her face as she looked up to her brother, who's face remained serious, then over at the redhead.
Marina merely looked at the woman and it set her off into peals of helpless giggling. Marina looked over at Mr Blau, eyebrows raised.
"You weren't supposed to laugh at me, you were supposed to feel sorry for me" she muttered between clenched teeth to his in her normal voice.
She seemed to have recovered quite easily, but he could hardly hear her above the noise Angelica was making.
"Will you shut up, Angelica, Marina and I are trying to talk" he yelled over her giggling. She stopped upruptly and sat upright once more, a scowl on her face as she brushed crayon gunk off her bathrobe.
"Your in a bad mood today Blau...well Talk this, Happy Boy" She scowled, and with a small 'Hmph' she waved her bright green wand and the loud, intoxicating beat of her favouite Techno band filled the room. Mr Blau covered his ears as the music got louder and louder until it was on the brink of insanity, in his opinion anyway. Angelica's eardrums seemed to have built up an immune system to the hopelessly loud music she had on all the time, seeing as she was the only one ever bobbing to the tune.
"Is she always like this?!!" Marina yelled from her position two inches from Mr Blau.
"What?!!" he yelled back.
"I said, is she always like this?!!" Marina repeated herself, only louder. Mr Blau looked over at Angelica, who was bopping happily.
"Oh...Yeah..."He said wistfully as he recalled all of the stupid idiotic things, one by one, Angelica had done in her lifetime. Or at least in her lifetime at the boarding house.
"What?!!" Marina screamed through the music. Mr Blau tutted and lost his fine acting skill on the words.
"I said yes!!" He yelled back forcefully.
Heather looked around the room quietly, though it was no longer a room, it seemed to have expanded into a lush tropical rainforest. The smell of dampened earth and lush greenery filled Heather's nose with it's strange mixture of smells that tingled her senses.
The sound of dripping water sounded in her ears and her eyes picked up the vast number of colours in front of her. Though the dripping was not the only thing she heared. A small female voice pricked her ears among the slow dripping that was making her rather drowsy to hear. Soon after another, deeper voice followed the females. Heather's skin shivered. That must be him.
She slowly proceeded to where the voices were coming from, a small clearing of scrub still damp from early morning rain and glowing with pixies studded here and there. In the middle of the clearing was a rock, dusted from age yet not wet like the ground around it. Heather took a few seconds to suck up and register the sight before her. Hermione was perched on the rock, wearing but a pastel pink dress that flared on the skirt. It was quite old fashioned and Hermione was usually moderately fashionable in her clothes. She wasn't that old.
Heather recalled, however, that this was hers and the mystery mans dreams combined. They only wore what went with the moment in the dream, such as if they had been on a boat in the middle of the ocean they would be in sailor suits. A silver-blonde headed, rather masculine and tall man sat beside her, one hand fiddling with one of Hermione's long curls strewn down her side, the other placed on her lower thigh.
His face was close to hers, as if they were both savouring the moments they spent together. The only moments they ever spent together. Heather smiled sadly. Too bad when they both woke up they would think it was just another dream of being with they're love, not really a meeting of they're souls.
They conversed quietly, though Heather could not pick up what they were saying, only an occasional meek smile from Hermione or a short laugh from the man. Heather sighed in a barely audible way. She had wondered many times since the fateful day the two had appeared, cold and wet, at the Orion's doorsteps, with they're british accents and hopeless lying, why Hermione had stayed faithful to the man that left mysteriously that night and never returned to collect her, or his unborn daughter.
But seeing the two together like that tweaked a little part deep down inside of her. She now understood why. Hermione's cinnamon eyes cast up and caught Heather's before she could duck down, Hermione stood abruptly and stared at Heather from her position.
The man followed her gaze and also caught Heather's eyes, they narrowed a little, like a cats before he looked up at Hermione, almost for an explaination. Hermione looked down at the man as if she was asking a silent question, he nodded ever so slightly. She beckoned Heather from her upstanding position.
Heather considered her options quickly. She was willing to bolt back to the large Magenta door. She had seen him, she'd seen what she had been waiting for for thirteen years. She could tell Ethy what he looked like. Why not bolt like a bunny now, while she was still ahead?
Then again, Hermione was giving her the chance to meet him in person, or at close as it could possibly get in the world of dreams. It didn't take Heather very long to emerge from the bushes and push her way through the undergrowth to the clearing.
The man's gaze followed her intently, as if judging her, and she shifted her eyes downward, only to find she was still in her bathrobe. She blushed secretly.
"Your not part of my dream, are you?" Hermione whispered to Heather softly, though it was more a statement than a question she had wanted an answer to. Heather nodded softly, her gaze not unlocking with the mans. Hermione looked down.
"That's him" she said quietly.
"No more hiding him from you, Heather" Heather put out her hand politely to the man.
"Heather Plume. Pleased to finally meet you" The man stared at Heather's hand almost curiously taking in it's sight at all the different angles he could manage. He then looked up at her eyes again.
The piercing Silvery-Greyness of them reminded Heather immediately of Ethy. This was definently Ethy's father.
"Likewise, I'm sure" He answered as he cast a downward look at her bathrobe, standing up finally, but not shaking Heather's hand.
He was tall, much taller than Heather by about two inches and his English accent was sharper than Hermione's, but Heather guessed that hers was dulled from being used so long in Australia. She couldn't believe it, she was finally meeting Ethy's father.
Though she wasn't allowed to be told his name it was still something to be able to memorise his face, study his features and compare them to her memory of so long ago, and to Ethy's own face. Oh, and Ethy would be so pleased if she could tell her of her fathers face. She'd been disappointed by Heather's brief description from so many years ago...
Suddenly she felt a strange jolt in her own body, like her heart was desperately trying to break free of it's bonds. The man looked down once more.
"I've never met a woman who....could fade on cue" His sarcastically witty voice filled her ears.
Just like an older male version of Ethy. But what did he mean Fading? She brought her hands up to her face and gasped. She was fading. Slowly she could start to hear Angelica's favourite techno song playing . It didn't seem to be coming from any direction in particular, rather from herself. It slowly became louder.
"Can you hear that?" she asked, her dark eyebrow raised as Hermione shook her head slowly.
"Hear what?" Hermione answered innocently, looking over at The man, who shrugged. The beat was slowly becoming louder and louder until the sound almost burst Heathers eardrums apart.
"Your telling me you can't hear that hopelessly loud music!" She cried as she looked down at herself, most of her arms and legs were gone. What was happening? this had never happened before in the history of her Dream Travelling, which had started at the age of 14. The beat was becoming louder still, her eardrums were throbbing and aching. The music was loud, louder. So, so very loud. Heather Crumpled onto a heap on the floor, taking on last look to study the mans calm face beside Hermione's worried one before she shut her eyes tightly, trying to rid her body of the hopelessly loud noise. It was then she disappeared right in front of Hermione's eyes.
Heather opened her own eyes with a start and sat up. Both her arms were weighed down and she could still hear the intoxicatingly loud music in her ears. It took her a while to realise where she was until she saw Angelica bopping past, waving her wand around and making all kinds of large and small objects fly around the room. All of her belongings, including the romance novel she had hurriedly put in her drawer and the remains of what she reckognised to be her diary.
She realised with a start, looking to one side of her hand where Mr Blau was peering at her in a concerned away, and the other side, where Marina seemed to have been dumped with the job she had entrusted Angelica to do and was boredly fidling with a strand of raven hair, that she was back in the real world once more.
Angelica's stupid music must have woken her up with the sudden change it put on her surroundings. Woken her up right after she had met Ethy's father. The one thing she had set out to do in the first place when she left for the World Of Dreams.
"Angelica!"She bellowed, shaking her hand out of Marina and Mr Blau's grasps, leaving them startled by the sudden change. Angelica stopped bopping abruptly, she could tell when Heather was just angry at her and when Heather was really angry at her. This time she was Really angry. All of the floating possessions fell to the floor with strange clanking and cracking noises. Angelica staightened innocently before answering.
"That be my name, don't wear it out" She smiled before she met Heather's eyes that were shooting pure daggers at her.
"I just met Ethy's father and you...You woke me up with those...those INSANE BEEPING NOISES!" she spat out with rage through clenched teeth. She waved her wand moodily and the music ceased. The room was dead silent once more. No-one wanted to speak.
"I hate you Angelica, I really really hate you" Heather spat finally after a minute silence before heading for the door, Angelica rolled her eyes and followed her. She knew how to deal with times like this perfectly, it was like a fire drill to her.
"No you don't, Heather, you Luuuurve me!" She cried in the cutest voice she could muster, her green bathrobe swishing against her pale legs.
"No I Don't, I hate you!" Heather cried back forcefully, hanging off the door frame before starting to stomp down the hall. Angelica stood in the door frame, yelling after her.
"You luuuurve me!"
"I hate you!"
"Love me!"
"I HATE YOU!!!!!!" Heather screamed from right down the hall. A Shushing sound arose from Guiseppe's room and Angelica gulped, casting a hopeless look at Mr Blau before swinging around the already creaking door frame running out screaming.
"No you don't, I'm your baby cousin, I'm cute, I'm adorable...You luuuurve me!"
"I had the strange dream again" Ethy said quietly in the silence of her best friends room. Ginger finished sorting through Ethy's long forgotten homework tasks she had missed out on at Southern Cross School of Witchcraft and Wizardry while she was with her mother in the Hospital and sat it beside her in a two inch thick pile. Zev sighed. Ethy had these dreams way too often for a girl her age, he was starting to believe that she was becoming obsessed with the fact that she didn't know her real father. And he guessed it didn't help that her mother was just recovering from a coma in the hospital. Though he guessed only Ginger would remotely know how Ethy felt. Not having a family member around and never meeting them, seeing as his mother and father were safely at work at the Ministry Of Australian Magic right now. His little brother and sister Andre and Claire, were enjoying themselves being minded by Alicia Mittelnächt, who generally let them do anything they pleased seeing as she was always too busy alphabetising everything in the Germaine's little flat that she could get her stubly fingers on. Ginger, on the other hand, had complex parents, that's why she stayed with her Nonno and Nonna in the Orion. Salvatore and Gazania Pellegrino were not missing exactly, it was more like they were on permanent workcall, and no-one ever knew exactly where they were for sure. They had left 11 years ago, being one of the most powerful Auror families in Italy, to fight a rising battle of Voldemort . Of course, their two year old daughter, Gingerinah, was left in the care of Salvatore's parents, immigrants to Australia and the owners of the Safeway Boarding house in Aulberry. Ginger had only ever seen her parents once after that day, when she was 11 years old. They had visited briefly for the weekend in between job descriptions. It had been a very tense time, seeing as Ginger didn't know what to say to her parents and her parents didn't know what to say to Ginger.
But when they had left once more she had locked herself in her room and cried. Ever since then she would occasionally recieve a postcard or a phonecall every year or so from her parents, but it never seemed to please her at all. She hardly knew them at all.
She rarely recalled their names or what they looked like at all apart from a few pictures in the bottom of her oak drawers. They didn't know anything about her. Not a thing.
"What, the one where your a cat?" Ginger piped up, pulling subconciously on a strand of long curly red-brown hair that was piled up into a makeshift ponytail. Ethy nodded.
"Except this one was kinda different...Heather was there I remember, and a waterfall..and the man in the shadows was clearer but I still couldn't make out who he was" Ethy added slowly, trying to recall most of her dream, but finding it rather hard.
Ginger started to bite her nails, a rather nasty habit she had when she was deep in thought or annoyed or scared.
"You have that dream almost every night, Ethy, you need to tell someone about it other than us, I mean, we're not exactly Powerful Psychics or anything, are we?" Zev put in his opinion, Ethy sighed.
"I guess your right. I might speak to Heather about it, seeing as mum's in the hospital still, Mr Blau wouldn't understand and Angelica's just....weird" Ethy smiled slightly.
"Leave me alone, Angelica, I really really hate you" Ethy heard Heather's usually calm and in control voice high pitched and furious coming from outside the rooms door. Ethy's eyes glanced up to the door, eyebrow raised as she listened intently to the argument going on right outside the door. Ginger slowly released some papers she was sorting on her desk and placed them slowly on her desk, her ears also intent on picking up the conversation, as were Zev's.
"Well how was I supposed to know what you were doing, Heather! I'm not some freaky voodoo chick who can read minds like you! I just wanted to listen to some music and Mr Blau was being a Happy Boy and I was BORED!" Angelica's high-pitched voice invaded Ethy's eardrums, slightly muffled from the door being in between the two.
Everyone remained silent, waiting for Heather's response to Angelica's almost pleading voice. Suddenly there was a loud thump at the door after a few more seconds of silence. Ethy jumped at the sudden loud noise. Heather must have been very angry to hit the door. She was usually such a calm and collected person.
"Maybe you didn't hear me right the first time, Angelica" Heather's words spat rage.
"I'll make it clear for you. I...Met...Ethy's...Father!! I was talking to his soul. I saw his face, I heared his voice. Angelica, I've waited to speak to this man for 14 years! It's Ethy's father, Angelica! The biggest secret in the history of this boarding house, just before Mr Blau's first name! Can't you get it through your Head. ETHY'S FATHER!" she cried. Another bang before silence. Ethy's mouth dropped, the book she had been clasping to her chest fell to the ground with a thump, scattering History of Magic notes in her spidery handwriting all over the floor. Ginger's head immediatley turned to her friend, her hand covered her mouth. A silent groan escaped Zev's throat.
A/N , Thanks for the reviews guys! as requested theres a little more Draco in this chapter.
"Da da da da da da da, I'm singing the bored song now! Bored bored bored bored bored bored, Angelica is bored bored da da da da da da bored bored, Blau, I'm bored!" Angelica's shrill insistent tone filled the room in it's usual manner, invading Mr Blau's ears with the offensively loud song she had come to create 3 hours before.
Mr Blau was starting to enter the stage of Pure Compressed Rage. He tried desperately to block out the tone of the womans voice, but it always managed to seep it's way back into his ears. He was trying to busy himself with a card deck house. Even though it had now reached the tenth level and was looking more like his dream house with a built in jacuzi, it didn't busy him from that annoyingly strong voice only a few inches away from him.
Every fibre of his being was on it's last nerve as he waited on the edge for the shrill voice to enter his ears once more. She had stopped momentarily, he peered at her silently like an eagle eyes it's prey. She was colouring with her crayons she had conjured up from the end of her bright green wand and was coloring on the back of pages she had ripped from Heather's diary.
Mr Blau had frantically tried to stop her but once Angelica had her mind set on something it was no use objecting or standing in her way. She did what she pleased, when she pleased. Her fluffy green bathrobe was placed around her thighs as she was rolled over on her belly, swinging her legs above her with the movements of a child.
Mr Blau slowly moved his head back to his card house quietly, as if not to Alarm Angelica and let her remember the horrible song. If he heared her voice one more time he was going to scream.
"Hey Mr Blau?"
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Mr Blau finally exploded. The house of cards with the built in Jacuzi toppled to the ground with the force of his words against it.
"All you have been doing for 3 straight hours is singing that stupid, Stupid STUPID song! on and on and on and on and on! Can't you ever just SHUT UP!" his voice, in all of it's monotonous glory, rose a few decibels or so higher in his outrage.
"Please" He added quickly. His natural politeness never ceased, no matter what kind of mood he was in.
Angelica raised an eyebrow, as if she found this all very funny, or as if she had been yelled at so many times in her life it no longer really bothered her. Mr Blau guessed the most believable choice was the second. She shrugged before making a quick movement over her mouth and handing him a picture. Mr Blau was still rather angry at the red-head and merely shoved it in the pocket of his shirt, his mouth a tight line on his face. Angelica smiled to herself slightly and continued to scribble on one of the many loose pages that lay around her.
Mr Blau didn't question her sudden quietness or the much different approach of her response to him telling her off and sighed deeply as he saw the three hundred cards scattered around him.
'It's gonna be a loong night' he muttered under his breath before starting to stack the cards neatly and one-handedly on the floor in front of him.
"You must leave now, Wildflower" Amarna whispered close to Heather's ear, though Heather's mind was not focused on the mossy sprite, rather on the Dark Mark hovering above her and the quickening sounds of crackling and yelling. She looked down from the sky, suddenly feeling rather lightheaded.
"What do you mean I must leave?" She cried, suddenly feeling rather annoyed at Amarna.
"You must leave, it is too dangerous for you here. Your in Astral Projection and it's too risky for you to be here. Your our only help to save this place and we would not want to loose you now" Amarna said quietly, the normally infectious grin on her face had disappeared. She looked over at the Centaur, who nodded his gingery head. Before Heather could take a second glance he was gone with the speed of a lightning bolt.
"What's going on?" Heather asked calmly, though Amarna could see clearly the woman wanted a straight, no-nonsense answer. She looked over her shoulder once before turning to face the dark haired woman before her, who's darkly pencilled eyes seemed to be searching her very soul. Amarna shifted under Heather's strange gaze.
"You are the True Seer, Wildflower. There will be a time and place, the right time and place, for you to know of the danger and perils of this forest. That time will come and no sooner will you find out. Besides, the time might come sooner than you think" Amarna's riddle-like statement imprinted into Heather's head. Heather looked at Amarna, the look on her face a mixture of Annoyance and Anger.
"There's something going on in this forest, you need my help desperately and there is a Dark Mark in the middle of the sky and you tell me I can't know what the hell's going on!" Heather cried. Something scuttled in the tree above and Amarna took the time to look up and study a small Pixie looking down on their conversation from the canopy she held onto. A few seconds passed before she flew away, her wings beating like the Hummingbirds in Dave's garden.
Amarna looked back down to Heather's eyes. Sighed Quietly to herself. She raised her hand to Heather and muttered a few words. A bright light filled Heather's eyes with whirling spinning colours that hurt them severely to look at. She momentarily felt extremely sick, as if her dinner were about to be re-used. If she had bothered to have any dinner it would have been re-used, anyway. She felt herself spinning, the light washed in through her eyelids. She grasped blindly around for anything to hold onto as support, but found nothing. She was alone, spinning, spinning.
Suddenly, the whole world ceased to move and Heather found that she could open her eyes once more. A solid ground under her feet. It took a few seconds for her to swallow the contents of her stomach and re-adjust her eyes to the dim light. She found herself in a hall, doors filled it's depths of infinity on either side of her. Amarna stood casually by a bright Magenta colour one, her Green eyes flashing and her teeth glinting in the light. Heather shook her head weirily and found she was, once again, laiden in her royal Blue bathrobe. She'd definently need a nice warm bath after this was all over.
"Ah yes, Wildflower. I see you have had enough for one day. Do you not wish to meet Hermione's soulmate then?" Amarna grinned and crossed her arms over her chest, Heather's weiry ears pricked and her head jerked as she heared those words.
"But you...you said that I needed to..." Heather was cut off abruptly.
"There is a time and place for everything, Wildflower. One day you will learn that. The most valuable information you can ever learn. You have been waiting 13 years for the right time and place, and I think that right time and place is here and now" Amarna's riddling voice said in barely over a whisper. Heather could barely suppress her joy.
"You mean I'm going to really actually meet..." Her voice trailed off. Amarna nodded.
"Hermione's true Soulmate" Amarna beckoned Heather to the Magenta door with a finger. Heather gladly obliged and followed her.
"Just beyond this door, he is. I can sense Hermione stronger than I ever can when she's around him in her dreams. Her soulmate" Amarna whispered. Heather realised that Amarna had mentioned a few too many times that Ethy's father was Hermione's true soulmate. If Amarna knew Hermione's, Maybe, just maybe...
"Amarna, you have said many times that this man is Hermione's soulmate..."Heather was cut off once more by the eager sprite.
"Ahh, that is because he is, Wildflower. Everyone has a soulmate. Hermione, Ethy, Even your cousin" Amarna giggled as if she had thought of something extremely funny before her face turned serious once more.
"Even you, Wildflower"
"Who?" Heather's mouth moved before her brain did. Maybe subconciously, this was all she had wanted from this conversation.
To find out her own. Amarna laughed softly to herself, her eyes glinting.
"I'm not allowed to tell you, but I can give you a clue. A Blue Man" Her voice trailed off mysteriously. Heather's eyebrows raised. A Blue Man?. A blue Man?. Was Amarna playing with her mind, or was her true soulmate a Blue Man? She rolled her eyes. Trust her to get the rejects.
"It's not as simple as it seems Wildflower" Amarna simply uttered as she turned the Magenta doorknob.
"No lateral thinking in that Clue....Think on impulse" Heather made a face. A Blue Man? It all made no sense for her apart from the fact she knew soulmates should always be together and that hers Was a Blue Man. Plus what did Amarna mean, 'Think on Impulse', lateral thinking was one of the best things she did. Thinking on impulse was for children only, with the exception of Angelica at times. Her head hurt just thinking about it.
"Wildflower, clear your head, think later. For now your wait is up. Meet Hermione's Soulmate" Amarna whispered, flinging the door open. A light washed over Heather once more, but not the sharp brightness like the one before, this one was warm, pink and inviting. Heather willingly stepped into the room, the last thing she saw of the hall was Amarna's pretty moss colour grinning face before the door was shut with a click behind her.
"Hey Mr Blau?" Angelica's vow of silence had lasted but 10 minutes. Mr Blau sighed from his position staring at the roof and looked up at Angelica's head leaning over him, her childish eyes filled with a familiar bubbliness.
"What" He was still in a bad mood and wanted to keep all words to Angelica at a bare minimum.
"Did you know that my name in Latin means 'The Wandering Blossom'. Does that mean I wander around alot or that I'm gonna sprout flowers on my head?" Angelica wasn't joking when she asked this from her position colouring on the floor. Mr Blau sighed, he should have been used to these useless questions after 14 years of them from the woman, but somehow they still seemed to annoy the heck out of him.
He rolled onto his stomach, one of his hands still clenched Heather's as Angelica's did.
"Well my name, 'Blau', means Blue in German, but that doesn't make me automatically a short fat little blue man, does it" Sarcasm dripped from his voice as venom does from a snakes. Angelica sighed overdramatically and bit into a red crayon, chewing thoughtfully.
"Well you could have just said 'No Angelica, you don't wander around alot and you wont grow flowers on your head', okay, Happy Boy" she said inbetween chews of the crayon. Mr Blau shivered, utterly repulsed before sighing once more. He seemed to do alot of that around Angelica.
"No, Angelica, you don't wander around alot and you won't grow flowers on your head" he mimicked her high pitched voice with his own. Angelica beamed, traces of red crayon visible on her normally white teeth.
"That's better, Happy Boy, now keep on....doing whatever you've been doing for the last 3 hours"She said bubbily, grabbing another yellow crayon.
"Hey, these are really good!" She muttered softly. In another 5 minutes 3 more crayons had disappeared.
Suddenly the door to the room burst open rather forcefully and a figure in all black bounded in, not stopping to close the door or watch where she was going, seeing as she knocked down Mr Blau's once neatly stacked pile of 300 playing cards, sending them flying all over the room once more. Mr Blau groaned.
"I...I was sitting out there like you told me to" she cried in Mr Blau's face, her own panick-stricken one mere inches from his.
"And then this freaky blonde comes and asks me if she can alphabetise all the shades of black in my head, starting with Charcoal and ending with Ziridan. But her hands were all shaking, like she was addicted to drugs...or...or at least chocolate milk or something" Marina cried, gesturing how the womans hands were shaking. Angelica raised an eyebrow, extremely amused as she put her full attention on the panicking woman in front of her.
"Then this...this old man comes up and tells me to get offa his lawn...but...but I wasn't even outside!" She cried, Angelica turned the opposite way and stifled a childish giggle. Marina was to panicked to hear it.
"And then...then around midnight I was just dozing off on the couch down in the living room and his freaky tall chick with Orangey hair asks me where someone named Anna Maria keeps the Hoover!! I don't even know what a Hoover is!" Marina's panicked look ceased a little on her face as she looked up to her brother, who's face remained serious, then over at the redhead.
Marina merely looked at the woman and it set her off into peals of helpless giggling. Marina looked over at Mr Blau, eyebrows raised.
"You weren't supposed to laugh at me, you were supposed to feel sorry for me" she muttered between clenched teeth to his in her normal voice.
She seemed to have recovered quite easily, but he could hardly hear her above the noise Angelica was making.
"Will you shut up, Angelica, Marina and I are trying to talk" he yelled over her giggling. She stopped upruptly and sat upright once more, a scowl on her face as she brushed crayon gunk off her bathrobe.
"Your in a bad mood today Blau...well Talk this, Happy Boy" She scowled, and with a small 'Hmph' she waved her bright green wand and the loud, intoxicating beat of her favouite Techno band filled the room. Mr Blau covered his ears as the music got louder and louder until it was on the brink of insanity, in his opinion anyway. Angelica's eardrums seemed to have built up an immune system to the hopelessly loud music she had on all the time, seeing as she was the only one ever bobbing to the tune.
"Is she always like this?!!" Marina yelled from her position two inches from Mr Blau.
"What?!!" he yelled back.
"I said, is she always like this?!!" Marina repeated herself, only louder. Mr Blau looked over at Angelica, who was bopping happily.
"Oh...Yeah..."He said wistfully as he recalled all of the stupid idiotic things, one by one, Angelica had done in her lifetime. Or at least in her lifetime at the boarding house.
"What?!!" Marina screamed through the music. Mr Blau tutted and lost his fine acting skill on the words.
"I said yes!!" He yelled back forcefully.
Heather looked around the room quietly, though it was no longer a room, it seemed to have expanded into a lush tropical rainforest. The smell of dampened earth and lush greenery filled Heather's nose with it's strange mixture of smells that tingled her senses.
The sound of dripping water sounded in her ears and her eyes picked up the vast number of colours in front of her. Though the dripping was not the only thing she heared. A small female voice pricked her ears among the slow dripping that was making her rather drowsy to hear. Soon after another, deeper voice followed the females. Heather's skin shivered. That must be him.
She slowly proceeded to where the voices were coming from, a small clearing of scrub still damp from early morning rain and glowing with pixies studded here and there. In the middle of the clearing was a rock, dusted from age yet not wet like the ground around it. Heather took a few seconds to suck up and register the sight before her. Hermione was perched on the rock, wearing but a pastel pink dress that flared on the skirt. It was quite old fashioned and Hermione was usually moderately fashionable in her clothes. She wasn't that old.
Heather recalled, however, that this was hers and the mystery mans dreams combined. They only wore what went with the moment in the dream, such as if they had been on a boat in the middle of the ocean they would be in sailor suits. A silver-blonde headed, rather masculine and tall man sat beside her, one hand fiddling with one of Hermione's long curls strewn down her side, the other placed on her lower thigh.
His face was close to hers, as if they were both savouring the moments they spent together. The only moments they ever spent together. Heather smiled sadly. Too bad when they both woke up they would think it was just another dream of being with they're love, not really a meeting of they're souls.
They conversed quietly, though Heather could not pick up what they were saying, only an occasional meek smile from Hermione or a short laugh from the man. Heather sighed in a barely audible way. She had wondered many times since the fateful day the two had appeared, cold and wet, at the Orion's doorsteps, with they're british accents and hopeless lying, why Hermione had stayed faithful to the man that left mysteriously that night and never returned to collect her, or his unborn daughter.
But seeing the two together like that tweaked a little part deep down inside of her. She now understood why. Hermione's cinnamon eyes cast up and caught Heather's before she could duck down, Hermione stood abruptly and stared at Heather from her position.
The man followed her gaze and also caught Heather's eyes, they narrowed a little, like a cats before he looked up at Hermione, almost for an explaination. Hermione looked down at the man as if she was asking a silent question, he nodded ever so slightly. She beckoned Heather from her upstanding position.
Heather considered her options quickly. She was willing to bolt back to the large Magenta door. She had seen him, she'd seen what she had been waiting for for thirteen years. She could tell Ethy what he looked like. Why not bolt like a bunny now, while she was still ahead?
Then again, Hermione was giving her the chance to meet him in person, or at close as it could possibly get in the world of dreams. It didn't take Heather very long to emerge from the bushes and push her way through the undergrowth to the clearing.
The man's gaze followed her intently, as if judging her, and she shifted her eyes downward, only to find she was still in her bathrobe. She blushed secretly.
"Your not part of my dream, are you?" Hermione whispered to Heather softly, though it was more a statement than a question she had wanted an answer to. Heather nodded softly, her gaze not unlocking with the mans. Hermione looked down.
"That's him" she said quietly.
"No more hiding him from you, Heather" Heather put out her hand politely to the man.
"Heather Plume. Pleased to finally meet you" The man stared at Heather's hand almost curiously taking in it's sight at all the different angles he could manage. He then looked up at her eyes again.
The piercing Silvery-Greyness of them reminded Heather immediately of Ethy. This was definently Ethy's father.
"Likewise, I'm sure" He answered as he cast a downward look at her bathrobe, standing up finally, but not shaking Heather's hand.
He was tall, much taller than Heather by about two inches and his English accent was sharper than Hermione's, but Heather guessed that hers was dulled from being used so long in Australia. She couldn't believe it, she was finally meeting Ethy's father.
Though she wasn't allowed to be told his name it was still something to be able to memorise his face, study his features and compare them to her memory of so long ago, and to Ethy's own face. Oh, and Ethy would be so pleased if she could tell her of her fathers face. She'd been disappointed by Heather's brief description from so many years ago...
Suddenly she felt a strange jolt in her own body, like her heart was desperately trying to break free of it's bonds. The man looked down once more.
"I've never met a woman who....could fade on cue" His sarcastically witty voice filled her ears.
Just like an older male version of Ethy. But what did he mean Fading? She brought her hands up to her face and gasped. She was fading. Slowly she could start to hear Angelica's favourite techno song playing . It didn't seem to be coming from any direction in particular, rather from herself. It slowly became louder.
"Can you hear that?" she asked, her dark eyebrow raised as Hermione shook her head slowly.
"Hear what?" Hermione answered innocently, looking over at The man, who shrugged. The beat was slowly becoming louder and louder until the sound almost burst Heathers eardrums apart.
"Your telling me you can't hear that hopelessly loud music!" She cried as she looked down at herself, most of her arms and legs were gone. What was happening? this had never happened before in the history of her Dream Travelling, which had started at the age of 14. The beat was becoming louder still, her eardrums were throbbing and aching. The music was loud, louder. So, so very loud. Heather Crumpled onto a heap on the floor, taking on last look to study the mans calm face beside Hermione's worried one before she shut her eyes tightly, trying to rid her body of the hopelessly loud noise. It was then she disappeared right in front of Hermione's eyes.
Heather opened her own eyes with a start and sat up. Both her arms were weighed down and she could still hear the intoxicatingly loud music in her ears. It took her a while to realise where she was until she saw Angelica bopping past, waving her wand around and making all kinds of large and small objects fly around the room. All of her belongings, including the romance novel she had hurriedly put in her drawer and the remains of what she reckognised to be her diary.
She realised with a start, looking to one side of her hand where Mr Blau was peering at her in a concerned away, and the other side, where Marina seemed to have been dumped with the job she had entrusted Angelica to do and was boredly fidling with a strand of raven hair, that she was back in the real world once more.
Angelica's stupid music must have woken her up with the sudden change it put on her surroundings. Woken her up right after she had met Ethy's father. The one thing she had set out to do in the first place when she left for the World Of Dreams.
"Angelica!"She bellowed, shaking her hand out of Marina and Mr Blau's grasps, leaving them startled by the sudden change. Angelica stopped bopping abruptly, she could tell when Heather was just angry at her and when Heather was really angry at her. This time she was Really angry. All of the floating possessions fell to the floor with strange clanking and cracking noises. Angelica staightened innocently before answering.
"That be my name, don't wear it out" She smiled before she met Heather's eyes that were shooting pure daggers at her.
"I just met Ethy's father and you...You woke me up with those...those INSANE BEEPING NOISES!" she spat out with rage through clenched teeth. She waved her wand moodily and the music ceased. The room was dead silent once more. No-one wanted to speak.
"I hate you Angelica, I really really hate you" Heather spat finally after a minute silence before heading for the door, Angelica rolled her eyes and followed her. She knew how to deal with times like this perfectly, it was like a fire drill to her.
"No you don't, Heather, you Luuuurve me!" She cried in the cutest voice she could muster, her green bathrobe swishing against her pale legs.
"No I Don't, I hate you!" Heather cried back forcefully, hanging off the door frame before starting to stomp down the hall. Angelica stood in the door frame, yelling after her.
"You luuuurve me!"
"I hate you!"
"Love me!"
"I HATE YOU!!!!!!" Heather screamed from right down the hall. A Shushing sound arose from Guiseppe's room and Angelica gulped, casting a hopeless look at Mr Blau before swinging around the already creaking door frame running out screaming.
"No you don't, I'm your baby cousin, I'm cute, I'm adorable...You luuuurve me!"
"I had the strange dream again" Ethy said quietly in the silence of her best friends room. Ginger finished sorting through Ethy's long forgotten homework tasks she had missed out on at Southern Cross School of Witchcraft and Wizardry while she was with her mother in the Hospital and sat it beside her in a two inch thick pile. Zev sighed. Ethy had these dreams way too often for a girl her age, he was starting to believe that she was becoming obsessed with the fact that she didn't know her real father. And he guessed it didn't help that her mother was just recovering from a coma in the hospital. Though he guessed only Ginger would remotely know how Ethy felt. Not having a family member around and never meeting them, seeing as his mother and father were safely at work at the Ministry Of Australian Magic right now. His little brother and sister Andre and Claire, were enjoying themselves being minded by Alicia Mittelnächt, who generally let them do anything they pleased seeing as she was always too busy alphabetising everything in the Germaine's little flat that she could get her stubly fingers on. Ginger, on the other hand, had complex parents, that's why she stayed with her Nonno and Nonna in the Orion. Salvatore and Gazania Pellegrino were not missing exactly, it was more like they were on permanent workcall, and no-one ever knew exactly where they were for sure. They had left 11 years ago, being one of the most powerful Auror families in Italy, to fight a rising battle of Voldemort . Of course, their two year old daughter, Gingerinah, was left in the care of Salvatore's parents, immigrants to Australia and the owners of the Safeway Boarding house in Aulberry. Ginger had only ever seen her parents once after that day, when she was 11 years old. They had visited briefly for the weekend in between job descriptions. It had been a very tense time, seeing as Ginger didn't know what to say to her parents and her parents didn't know what to say to Ginger.
But when they had left once more she had locked herself in her room and cried. Ever since then she would occasionally recieve a postcard or a phonecall every year or so from her parents, but it never seemed to please her at all. She hardly knew them at all.
She rarely recalled their names or what they looked like at all apart from a few pictures in the bottom of her oak drawers. They didn't know anything about her. Not a thing.
"What, the one where your a cat?" Ginger piped up, pulling subconciously on a strand of long curly red-brown hair that was piled up into a makeshift ponytail. Ethy nodded.
"Except this one was kinda different...Heather was there I remember, and a waterfall..and the man in the shadows was clearer but I still couldn't make out who he was" Ethy added slowly, trying to recall most of her dream, but finding it rather hard.
Ginger started to bite her nails, a rather nasty habit she had when she was deep in thought or annoyed or scared.
"You have that dream almost every night, Ethy, you need to tell someone about it other than us, I mean, we're not exactly Powerful Psychics or anything, are we?" Zev put in his opinion, Ethy sighed.
"I guess your right. I might speak to Heather about it, seeing as mum's in the hospital still, Mr Blau wouldn't understand and Angelica's just....weird" Ethy smiled slightly.
"Leave me alone, Angelica, I really really hate you" Ethy heard Heather's usually calm and in control voice high pitched and furious coming from outside the rooms door. Ethy's eyes glanced up to the door, eyebrow raised as she listened intently to the argument going on right outside the door. Ginger slowly released some papers she was sorting on her desk and placed them slowly on her desk, her ears also intent on picking up the conversation, as were Zev's.
"Well how was I supposed to know what you were doing, Heather! I'm not some freaky voodoo chick who can read minds like you! I just wanted to listen to some music and Mr Blau was being a Happy Boy and I was BORED!" Angelica's high-pitched voice invaded Ethy's eardrums, slightly muffled from the door being in between the two.
Everyone remained silent, waiting for Heather's response to Angelica's almost pleading voice. Suddenly there was a loud thump at the door after a few more seconds of silence. Ethy jumped at the sudden loud noise. Heather must have been very angry to hit the door. She was usually such a calm and collected person.
"Maybe you didn't hear me right the first time, Angelica" Heather's words spat rage.
"I'll make it clear for you. I...Met...Ethy's...Father!! I was talking to his soul. I saw his face, I heared his voice. Angelica, I've waited to speak to this man for 14 years! It's Ethy's father, Angelica! The biggest secret in the history of this boarding house, just before Mr Blau's first name! Can't you get it through your Head. ETHY'S FATHER!" she cried. Another bang before silence. Ethy's mouth dropped, the book she had been clasping to her chest fell to the ground with a thump, scattering History of Magic notes in her spidery handwriting all over the floor. Ginger's head immediatley turned to her friend, her hand covered her mouth. A silent groan escaped Zev's throat.