((AN: Do any of you like this so far? I hope it's not too bad ^^; Anywho, you'll start to see more HP related stuffs later, okiday? ^^ Ja ne minna! ))
I nearly fall backward on the steps as the phone I had forgotten that I had chimed it's horrible electronic knell. I quickly descended the stairs, and made my way to the epicenter of the startling noise.
*Ring ring*
I finnaly get to it, and press the speaker phone button.
"H-hello...?" I asked in a timid voice, as if I expected the phone to attack me at any given moment.
"Damien?!" Asked a dimmly familiar voice. "Damien is it really you? It's me! Sandy! You know, Fluffy; Poofy!"
My mind fumbled; the voice is very familiar, and I know that - wait... Poofy!
"Poofy?! Poooofy?! Is it really you?"
"Yeah!" She giggled "Now open your front gate, I'm here for a visit!" Her sweet voice, mixed with the friendlyness that was always displayed by her tickled my ear, and for the first time in years; I smile. I blindly push the button, making the wrought iron gates creak open so loudly, that even I head them.
I pulled on my boots, not bothering to lace them up, only pulling the laces tight. Then grabbing my coat off the table I had thrown it on, and shoved my arms into the sleeves, and pushed the huge oak door open, and ran out.
A dark-grey monster Ford™ truck rambled towards me. It swurved around me, and the noisy engine came to an abbrupt stop. the drivers door opened, and the girl plummeted from it's height, landing with a soft thund on the nearly-frozen ground.
I ran to her, and scoed her into a tight embrace.
"By the Goddess! I've missed you so much! My frinend! My Poofy!" I began to sob into her hair, and she patted my bacj as best she could.
"Shhhhh shhhhhhh, it's ok Damy, I'm here..." She cooed. I held onto her, untill I noticed that she was shivering.
"I'm so sorry," I say as I wipe my almost frozen tears. "Come in. Please." I let her go, and I lead her to the oak entrence of my house.
"Wow... So this is the place. I was told it was huge... And usually cold as all the Abbyss..." She said, and smiled, her cold-flushed cheeks and nose told me that she wasn't used to the cold as I have become. I go to the fire place in my commoon room, Fluffy in tow, and tossed a few logs in the fireplace, then ignighting it with a ball of fire from my index finger.
"Show off." She mutters, and tosses her hair from her shoulder. I only smile in responce, and examine her, to make note of her change thus far. Her dark honey-colored hair grazed her lower back, and her hazel blue-green eyes, still shimmered as the did a few years ago. Her stature had not changed much though. She's still smaller than me. Still a few inches taller, her hourglass frame had slimmed in the middle, and her busom was also slightly larger.
"You've grown Fluffy. How have you been?" I said as I guided her to the couch, and ofered her a drink.
"Scotch, on the rocks please." She said and winked. "Don't worry, I can hold my liquor very well now." And a smirk played her lips, as she settled into the couch. I chuckle, and produce the glass with the slightly brown liquid shimmered in the now roaring fire light.
"I sure hope so. I don't want to have to go looking for you in this place. You have no idea how large it actually is, untill you'r lost in it." I sat in the armchair that didn't quite face the couch, but more off to the side, as to also slightly face the fire. I look towards her, and wait for her response to mu first question
"Well, I've been relatively ok. Studying really takes it out of me. Especially what I'm studying." She said, then put the glass to her lips, and whetted them with the alcohol. "Which is, one of the reasons I'm here now..."
I arch an eyebrow, and look at her intently. "There's more than one?"
"Yes, but don't worry. Nothing bad. Only serious. well... You know, how you have your... Gifts." She said, and I nodded for her to continue. "Well, I also, have gifts. Like youyrs, only not as direct as how you use them.
I only blinked, not really gettiing a word of what she was saying.
"What are you talking about?" I ask calmly, stillistening intently.
"Well, you see, I can also do magick. I actually come from a very long lineage of witches in my family. Dating way before, in early France. What I'm saying is, is that I study magick." She stoped, now waiting for my reaction.
I take a deep breath, and press my inqury futher. "Study...magick? You mean there is a school for studying it?" I ask in utter awe. I see as she giggles and nodes slwoly.
"Yes, more than one even." She said cheerly, and took a small swig of the elixer in her hand. She paused, to allow the burning sensation rush down her throat. "The one I go to is called Jastkons , School of Witchcraft and Wizzardry. They all have that tittle at the end though. It's fun. And most of the professors are really nice." She finnished her glass, and seet it in the coffee table infront of her.
"Wow..." I responded. An ashen white log poped and crackled, it's liquid contents quickly evaporating into the air. I looked to the flame, it looked almost alien to me. I watched it; examined it... it poped again, sending another shower of sparks out.
She yawns, and I finally notice what time it is. "Oh, it's 1AM. We should get some sleep. We can catch up on the rest tommorow. SHe nodds, and rubs her eyes gently.
"Yeah, I've been driving all day. Took quite a while to find you." After getting up from my armchair, I help her out of the couch. "I bet you have the most beautiful rooms here... I love the way everything is decorated."
"The decor is my Grandmothers taste, but it suites me just fine." I say, and begin to walk toward the staircase. "There's 50 rooms you can choose from. It's like a hotel here. All the rooms look the same. Except the master bedroom of course." I say, and smile as I begin to accend the stair case again. I led her to the hallway on the first floor. "There's three floors, besides the main one at the bottom. The first has the thirty smaller rooms. The second, twenty rooms, larger in size than the first floor rooms. And the third floor, has my quarters. Down the hall from my room, thers a large Jacuzzi, incase you want to use it. And the building in the backyard, houses Grans' olympic sized swimming pool."
She goes to the closed door, and opens it. "I swear, this place dosen't look as big on the outside... Well, this room looks nice. I think I'll try this one. Does each room have an individual bathroom?" SHe asked, as she entered the room.
"No, each floor has what looks like a public bathroom. There co-ed,and they have shower stalls too." I said, and pointed down the hall. She nodded.
"Ok then, i'll talk to you tommorow, ok?" She said, and walked into her chosen room. I noticed that she had no luggage.
"Sure, but, do you need somthjing to sleep in? I know for a fact, it can get pretty chilly at night around these parts." She nodded, and ushered me from the door way.
"Don't you worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll see you i the morning. I'm dog tired..." And with that said, she closed the door. I smiled, and began my climb up the seemingly warmer, concrete steps.
I nearly fall backward on the steps as the phone I had forgotten that I had chimed it's horrible electronic knell. I quickly descended the stairs, and made my way to the epicenter of the startling noise.
*Ring ring*
I finnaly get to it, and press the speaker phone button.
"H-hello...?" I asked in a timid voice, as if I expected the phone to attack me at any given moment.
"Damien?!" Asked a dimmly familiar voice. "Damien is it really you? It's me! Sandy! You know, Fluffy; Poofy!"
My mind fumbled; the voice is very familiar, and I know that - wait... Poofy!
"Poofy?! Poooofy?! Is it really you?"
"Yeah!" She giggled "Now open your front gate, I'm here for a visit!" Her sweet voice, mixed with the friendlyness that was always displayed by her tickled my ear, and for the first time in years; I smile. I blindly push the button, making the wrought iron gates creak open so loudly, that even I head them.
I pulled on my boots, not bothering to lace them up, only pulling the laces tight. Then grabbing my coat off the table I had thrown it on, and shoved my arms into the sleeves, and pushed the huge oak door open, and ran out.
A dark-grey monster Ford™ truck rambled towards me. It swurved around me, and the noisy engine came to an abbrupt stop. the drivers door opened, and the girl plummeted from it's height, landing with a soft thund on the nearly-frozen ground.
I ran to her, and scoed her into a tight embrace.
"By the Goddess! I've missed you so much! My frinend! My Poofy!" I began to sob into her hair, and she patted my bacj as best she could.
"Shhhhh shhhhhhh, it's ok Damy, I'm here..." She cooed. I held onto her, untill I noticed that she was shivering.
"I'm so sorry," I say as I wipe my almost frozen tears. "Come in. Please." I let her go, and I lead her to the oak entrence of my house.
"Wow... So this is the place. I was told it was huge... And usually cold as all the Abbyss..." She said, and smiled, her cold-flushed cheeks and nose told me that she wasn't used to the cold as I have become. I go to the fire place in my commoon room, Fluffy in tow, and tossed a few logs in the fireplace, then ignighting it with a ball of fire from my index finger.
"Show off." She mutters, and tosses her hair from her shoulder. I only smile in responce, and examine her, to make note of her change thus far. Her dark honey-colored hair grazed her lower back, and her hazel blue-green eyes, still shimmered as the did a few years ago. Her stature had not changed much though. She's still smaller than me. Still a few inches taller, her hourglass frame had slimmed in the middle, and her busom was also slightly larger.
"You've grown Fluffy. How have you been?" I said as I guided her to the couch, and ofered her a drink.
"Scotch, on the rocks please." She said and winked. "Don't worry, I can hold my liquor very well now." And a smirk played her lips, as she settled into the couch. I chuckle, and produce the glass with the slightly brown liquid shimmered in the now roaring fire light.
"I sure hope so. I don't want to have to go looking for you in this place. You have no idea how large it actually is, untill you'r lost in it." I sat in the armchair that didn't quite face the couch, but more off to the side, as to also slightly face the fire. I look towards her, and wait for her response to mu first question
"Well, I've been relatively ok. Studying really takes it out of me. Especially what I'm studying." She said, then put the glass to her lips, and whetted them with the alcohol. "Which is, one of the reasons I'm here now..."
I arch an eyebrow, and look at her intently. "There's more than one?"
"Yes, but don't worry. Nothing bad. Only serious. well... You know, how you have your... Gifts." She said, and I nodded for her to continue. "Well, I also, have gifts. Like youyrs, only not as direct as how you use them.
I only blinked, not really gettiing a word of what she was saying.
"What are you talking about?" I ask calmly, stillistening intently.
"Well, you see, I can also do magick. I actually come from a very long lineage of witches in my family. Dating way before, in early France. What I'm saying is, is that I study magick." She stoped, now waiting for my reaction.
I take a deep breath, and press my inqury futher. "Study...magick? You mean there is a school for studying it?" I ask in utter awe. I see as she giggles and nodes slwoly.
"Yes, more than one even." She said cheerly, and took a small swig of the elixer in her hand. She paused, to allow the burning sensation rush down her throat. "The one I go to is called Jastkons , School of Witchcraft and Wizzardry. They all have that tittle at the end though. It's fun. And most of the professors are really nice." She finnished her glass, and seet it in the coffee table infront of her.
"Wow..." I responded. An ashen white log poped and crackled, it's liquid contents quickly evaporating into the air. I looked to the flame, it looked almost alien to me. I watched it; examined it... it poped again, sending another shower of sparks out.
She yawns, and I finally notice what time it is. "Oh, it's 1AM. We should get some sleep. We can catch up on the rest tommorow. SHe nodds, and rubs her eyes gently.
"Yeah, I've been driving all day. Took quite a while to find you." After getting up from my armchair, I help her out of the couch. "I bet you have the most beautiful rooms here... I love the way everything is decorated."
"The decor is my Grandmothers taste, but it suites me just fine." I say, and begin to walk toward the staircase. "There's 50 rooms you can choose from. It's like a hotel here. All the rooms look the same. Except the master bedroom of course." I say, and smile as I begin to accend the stair case again. I led her to the hallway on the first floor. "There's three floors, besides the main one at the bottom. The first has the thirty smaller rooms. The second, twenty rooms, larger in size than the first floor rooms. And the third floor, has my quarters. Down the hall from my room, thers a large Jacuzzi, incase you want to use it. And the building in the backyard, houses Grans' olympic sized swimming pool."
She goes to the closed door, and opens it. "I swear, this place dosen't look as big on the outside... Well, this room looks nice. I think I'll try this one. Does each room have an individual bathroom?" SHe asked, as she entered the room.
"No, each floor has what looks like a public bathroom. There co-ed,and they have shower stalls too." I said, and pointed down the hall. She nodded.
"Ok then, i'll talk to you tommorow, ok?" She said, and walked into her chosen room. I noticed that she had no luggage.
"Sure, but, do you need somthjing to sleep in? I know for a fact, it can get pretty chilly at night around these parts." She nodded, and ushered me from the door way.
"Don't you worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll see you i the morning. I'm dog tired..." And with that said, she closed the door. I smiled, and began my climb up the seemingly warmer, concrete steps.