A/N: For everyone- A Spirit Nymph is a girl, that shares a body with a soul that died atleast a century (One hundred years for all you dunderheads ) before the girl was born. Only element nymphs can become spirit nymphs, and the elements are fire, water, wind, and light. Tree nymphs, per se, or cloud nymphs cannot become Spirit Nymphs, simply because, they cannot control the elements, nor do the have the power or control, to share a boddy with another soul. Spirit Nymphs, rarely get married, because for them to get married, the other soul, or being, has to like the person. Since this rarely happens, only two Spirit Nymphs had gotten married.
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"Well?!" she ask impatiently. "What's your freak-hugging (A/N: inside joke) name?"
"Huh? Oh...James Potter."
"Ah...Head Boy...Holly? It's James Potter...The Head Boy. You know. The one I'm to work with."
The voice that seem to come for Lily's soul sounded again.
"James Potter? Huhm...very curious. Well, introduce yourself. If he's to be trusted, you can tell him. "
"Whatever, Holl." She turned to James and said, "Lily Evans, Head Girl, at your service."
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"Good Greif. *Where* could Jamesiboy be?" A insane looking boy, by the name of Sirius Black said.
"Well, *Sirius* seeing as he *is* Head Boy, maybe, just maybe, he might just be in the Head Compartment." said Remus Lupin sarcastically.
"I knew that!"
"Sure ya did."
"Seriously Sirius, you need to shut up." Peter Pettigrew, a small, but good-looking guy said.
Sirius growled.
"Si, you're starting to scare the first years." Remus, the voice of reason said.
"Am I scaring ickle firsties?"
"Yes Si, you are." Peter replied.
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"Head Girl?"
"Yes. So can you keep a secret? One that could kill you if you told anyone?"
"I s'pose."
"Well, that just too bad. I'm not telling!" She started to cackle insanely, not the happy laugh, but the truely insane laugh. She clutched her head and started to sob. "Not again. I'm too young, too young..stop it. STOP IT!"
She completely broke down. "Crenqualis..must stop it...
"Are you okay?"
"I need..I need...in my bag...a..maroon colored bottle...need it...maroon."
"Okay. Hold on." He looked in her bag, which was sitting on a bench. He searched through it and found it in a pocket. He ran to give it to her.
She looked at it and lunged for it.
"Oh..Good...now, give it to me."
He gave it to her, and she poured some onto her hand. When the touched her hand, they turned into bubbles. She seemed to absorb them. She immediatly calmed down. Suddenly someone, or more like someones, took a sharp intake of breath.
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A/N: So, who took the sharp intake of breath? What was in the maroon bottle? And, Why did she act like that?
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"Well?!" she ask impatiently. "What's your freak-hugging (A/N: inside joke) name?"
"Huh? Oh...James Potter."
"Ah...Head Boy...Holly? It's James Potter...The Head Boy. You know. The one I'm to work with."
The voice that seem to come for Lily's soul sounded again.
"James Potter? Huhm...very curious. Well, introduce yourself. If he's to be trusted, you can tell him. "
"Whatever, Holl." She turned to James and said, "Lily Evans, Head Girl, at your service."
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"Good Greif. *Where* could Jamesiboy be?" A insane looking boy, by the name of Sirius Black said.
"Well, *Sirius* seeing as he *is* Head Boy, maybe, just maybe, he might just be in the Head Compartment." said Remus Lupin sarcastically.
"I knew that!"
"Sure ya did."
"Seriously Sirius, you need to shut up." Peter Pettigrew, a small, but good-looking guy said.
Sirius growled.
"Si, you're starting to scare the first years." Remus, the voice of reason said.
"Am I scaring ickle firsties?"
"Yes Si, you are." Peter replied.
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"Head Girl?"
"Yes. So can you keep a secret? One that could kill you if you told anyone?"
"I s'pose."
"Well, that just too bad. I'm not telling!" She started to cackle insanely, not the happy laugh, but the truely insane laugh. She clutched her head and started to sob. "Not again. I'm too young, too young..stop it. STOP IT!"
She completely broke down. "Crenqualis..must stop it...
"Are you okay?"
"I need..I need...in my bag...a..maroon colored bottle...need it...maroon."
"Okay. Hold on." He looked in her bag, which was sitting on a bench. He searched through it and found it in a pocket. He ran to give it to her.
She looked at it and lunged for it.
"Oh..Good...now, give it to me."
He gave it to her, and she poured some onto her hand. When the touched her hand, they turned into bubbles. She seemed to absorb them. She immediatly calmed down. Suddenly someone, or more like someones, took a sharp intake of breath.
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A/N: So, who took the sharp intake of breath? What was in the maroon bottle? And, Why did she act like that?