Melanie walked down the street taking a quick peek over her shoulder then
turned back and mentally scolded herself. Hadn't she come all this was to
get away from having to watch her back all the time. She shivered recalling
his icy glare and gently touched her newest bruise. She winced then shook
her head. She was away now. She didn't have anywhere to go yet but she was
away. Her stomach let out a rumble. And she was hungry.
The large warm café seemed to materialize out of her dreams just 3 shops down. It's warm glow heated up the cold sidewalk and Melanie smiled making her way towards it. This would be a good safe haven. She could eat then worry about where she would sleep tonight, but the thought of that warm call made her shiver in delight and forget all else.
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Hermione turned the page of the magazine and popped her gum again then fiddled with her ponytail. She couldn't find it. All the work she'd done and it wasn't even there. She growled and dropped it on the counter top. And pulled a pencil from behind her ear.
"What's up?" A tall man with shaggy red hair slid into the chair next to her. Hermione huffed and pointed the eraser of the pencil at the magazine.
"Can't find my sports article. I'm hopping I'm just near sighted and can't see it, cuz if I'm not I'm going do to my editor, kickin butt and takin names."
Ron reached over to pick up the magazine. "Herm, you know there's a table of contents in the front."
She snatched it from him. "No shit?" She scanned down it for a moment then flipped through it and let out a cry of triumph. "Ha! There it is! Ain't it beautiful." She smiled proudly.
"Ah, Sporty Spice come in for coffee again?" A woman came out from a door that led to the kitchens. She had long flaming curly hair and bright almond eyes. Her skin was pale as cream with the lightest dust of freckles on her checks. She was tall with a slender waist and rounded hips. A dress of emerald green hugged her narrow form as she arched and eyebrow at Hermione.
"Ah, it's our friendly neighborhood voodoo woman." Hermione shot Ginny a glare that would have chilled anyone who didn't know her. Ginny just flipped it off and ruffled her brother's hair.
"Hey Ron, what's it gonna be?"
"Same as always Gin, pie and some tea." He looked at Hermione who was looking irritated then at Ginny who was ignoring her. "Wish you guys would stop acting like this. It's been 11 years."
Hermione made a low growling noise. "Ron mind your own business."
"For once I have to agree with Sporty Mc. Bitch. Keep out."
Ron shrugged, he was used to it. Ever since their 7th year something had happened between Hermione and Ginny that had turned them from best friends to enemies. He didn't know exactly but knew it had something to do with an old prophecy that named 3 witches who where of the elements Air, Water, and Fire. Dumbledor had told Hermione and Ginny they were 2 of the three, fire and water. Ginny had played her part to the full, but Hermione had changed. She'd gone from brainy to sporty and spunky. They'd still remained close. All except Harry who'd left right after 8th year and hadn't contacted them since.
"Anyway," Hermione said stretching and yawning. "I love seeing my name on this gorgeous article!" She'd worked hard on the sports article for the Soccer edition of Sports weekly and she was proud. Overly so. But who cares, she was damn happy!
Ginny glanced at Hermione and let out a tiny smile then schooled it. IT was hard sometimes hating her. She missed the old days when they were friends, but Hermione had chosen to ignore herself and Ginny wouldn't do the same because her one time friend was stubborn. She wouldn't ignore her destiny, she enjoyed it. The air around them rippled and Ginny's eyes where drawn to the door where a girl had just walked in. She had long golden hair that fell to her shoulder in waves and her amber eyes sparkled from clear across the room.
"Who's that?" She heard Ron asked and looked at her brother and he was staring, his attention fixed on the girl. Hermione was smirking but with worry as well as amusement.
" I don't know. It's a small town I should recognize but I don't.." Ginny's voice trailed off.
The woman trailed over and sat at the counter grinning broadly. "Boy something smells great. Um.can I order?"
Ginny smiled. She couldn't help it. The girl seemed jumpy and alive. "Sure. You probably smell our roast just had it popped out of the oven."
"You don't want anything meat that just popped out of her oven," Hermione said. "She can't cook good meat for all she's worth, which is.no to easy." She grinned.
"Shut up H.G. Joe."
The girl laughed. "The roast would be great, can I also have a piece of the cherry pie?"
"Sure." Ginny walked of towards the kitchen again.
"Where are you from?" Ron was looking at the woman with interest. "I haven't seen you around before."
"I'm from.out of town." Hermione looked at her. Something strange, like a magnetism around her but she couldn't understand what it was pulling at. Ginny came back holding a plate of roast.
"Hear you go. Got an extra tender spot too."
"Probably the ONLY tender spot," Hermione scoffed. Ginny glared and handed the plate to the girl. She reached out to take it and her hand connected with Ginny's and a warm gold light flashed where their hands met. They both snatched them back and the plate fell breaking against the counter.
"I.I." The girl looked around, her eyes wide and scared.
"You.you're air. Little sister!" The girl turned and ran. Ginny stared. Hermione sat ridged.
"I knew things like this were bound to happen. All this crap, and you're going to pull her into it I know you are."
"She's Air, she's the third one."
"She doesn't want it. Leave her alone." Ginny turned to Hermione eyes flashing.
"You can't run from your power Hermione, from you destiny."
Hermione looked back at Ginny coolly but fire, her element, flared in her eyes. "I'm not running." She stood tossing money on the counted. "I'm walking away from it." She walked out of the café, her palms hot and itchy with the effort of holding back the power that wanted to explode. Power she wouldn't let get out of control....again.
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Melanie leaned against the brick wall of the café. Her head was throbbing. The golden light. It had felt comforting and safe, but it couldn't be. It was a trick to lure her in again. IT had to be. But that woman she seemed so nice so did that other one. And the man with them.she smiled slightly remembering him watching her then flushed. She wouldn't think of that.
But what did that light mean? What had that woman called her.little sister? Why? She wanted to know. Was she related to that woman or was it some accident. Her head started to hurt more as HE crept into it. 'Meeeel. Did you think to leave that easily? You're body is gone but you're still mine!'
"NO! I'm not, I'm free now."
'Neeeeever. You're miiiiine' HIS voice taunted her and she sobbed then forced her away, overpowering him.
"Leave me alone. Just go!" She sobbed.
"Hey are you-"
She yelped as she looked up at the brown haired woman from the café and slipped falling backwards. The woman caught her and their palms met and the gold light flashed again. Her will fell and HE came back and ravished her mind and she shrieked mentally letting go of the woman's hand and fell hitting her head on the concrete and fell into sweet blackness.
The large warm café seemed to materialize out of her dreams just 3 shops down. It's warm glow heated up the cold sidewalk and Melanie smiled making her way towards it. This would be a good safe haven. She could eat then worry about where she would sleep tonight, but the thought of that warm call made her shiver in delight and forget all else.
_____________
Hermione turned the page of the magazine and popped her gum again then fiddled with her ponytail. She couldn't find it. All the work she'd done and it wasn't even there. She growled and dropped it on the counter top. And pulled a pencil from behind her ear.
"What's up?" A tall man with shaggy red hair slid into the chair next to her. Hermione huffed and pointed the eraser of the pencil at the magazine.
"Can't find my sports article. I'm hopping I'm just near sighted and can't see it, cuz if I'm not I'm going do to my editor, kickin butt and takin names."
Ron reached over to pick up the magazine. "Herm, you know there's a table of contents in the front."
She snatched it from him. "No shit?" She scanned down it for a moment then flipped through it and let out a cry of triumph. "Ha! There it is! Ain't it beautiful." She smiled proudly.
"Ah, Sporty Spice come in for coffee again?" A woman came out from a door that led to the kitchens. She had long flaming curly hair and bright almond eyes. Her skin was pale as cream with the lightest dust of freckles on her checks. She was tall with a slender waist and rounded hips. A dress of emerald green hugged her narrow form as she arched and eyebrow at Hermione.
"Ah, it's our friendly neighborhood voodoo woman." Hermione shot Ginny a glare that would have chilled anyone who didn't know her. Ginny just flipped it off and ruffled her brother's hair.
"Hey Ron, what's it gonna be?"
"Same as always Gin, pie and some tea." He looked at Hermione who was looking irritated then at Ginny who was ignoring her. "Wish you guys would stop acting like this. It's been 11 years."
Hermione made a low growling noise. "Ron mind your own business."
"For once I have to agree with Sporty Mc. Bitch. Keep out."
Ron shrugged, he was used to it. Ever since their 7th year something had happened between Hermione and Ginny that had turned them from best friends to enemies. He didn't know exactly but knew it had something to do with an old prophecy that named 3 witches who where of the elements Air, Water, and Fire. Dumbledor had told Hermione and Ginny they were 2 of the three, fire and water. Ginny had played her part to the full, but Hermione had changed. She'd gone from brainy to sporty and spunky. They'd still remained close. All except Harry who'd left right after 8th year and hadn't contacted them since.
"Anyway," Hermione said stretching and yawning. "I love seeing my name on this gorgeous article!" She'd worked hard on the sports article for the Soccer edition of Sports weekly and she was proud. Overly so. But who cares, she was damn happy!
Ginny glanced at Hermione and let out a tiny smile then schooled it. IT was hard sometimes hating her. She missed the old days when they were friends, but Hermione had chosen to ignore herself and Ginny wouldn't do the same because her one time friend was stubborn. She wouldn't ignore her destiny, she enjoyed it. The air around them rippled and Ginny's eyes where drawn to the door where a girl had just walked in. She had long golden hair that fell to her shoulder in waves and her amber eyes sparkled from clear across the room.
"Who's that?" She heard Ron asked and looked at her brother and he was staring, his attention fixed on the girl. Hermione was smirking but with worry as well as amusement.
" I don't know. It's a small town I should recognize but I don't.." Ginny's voice trailed off.
The woman trailed over and sat at the counter grinning broadly. "Boy something smells great. Um.can I order?"
Ginny smiled. She couldn't help it. The girl seemed jumpy and alive. "Sure. You probably smell our roast just had it popped out of the oven."
"You don't want anything meat that just popped out of her oven," Hermione said. "She can't cook good meat for all she's worth, which is.no to easy." She grinned.
"Shut up H.G. Joe."
The girl laughed. "The roast would be great, can I also have a piece of the cherry pie?"
"Sure." Ginny walked of towards the kitchen again.
"Where are you from?" Ron was looking at the woman with interest. "I haven't seen you around before."
"I'm from.out of town." Hermione looked at her. Something strange, like a magnetism around her but she couldn't understand what it was pulling at. Ginny came back holding a plate of roast.
"Hear you go. Got an extra tender spot too."
"Probably the ONLY tender spot," Hermione scoffed. Ginny glared and handed the plate to the girl. She reached out to take it and her hand connected with Ginny's and a warm gold light flashed where their hands met. They both snatched them back and the plate fell breaking against the counter.
"I.I." The girl looked around, her eyes wide and scared.
"You.you're air. Little sister!" The girl turned and ran. Ginny stared. Hermione sat ridged.
"I knew things like this were bound to happen. All this crap, and you're going to pull her into it I know you are."
"She's Air, she's the third one."
"She doesn't want it. Leave her alone." Ginny turned to Hermione eyes flashing.
"You can't run from your power Hermione, from you destiny."
Hermione looked back at Ginny coolly but fire, her element, flared in her eyes. "I'm not running." She stood tossing money on the counted. "I'm walking away from it." She walked out of the café, her palms hot and itchy with the effort of holding back the power that wanted to explode. Power she wouldn't let get out of control....again.
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Melanie leaned against the brick wall of the café. Her head was throbbing. The golden light. It had felt comforting and safe, but it couldn't be. It was a trick to lure her in again. IT had to be. But that woman she seemed so nice so did that other one. And the man with them.she smiled slightly remembering him watching her then flushed. She wouldn't think of that.
But what did that light mean? What had that woman called her.little sister? Why? She wanted to know. Was she related to that woman or was it some accident. Her head started to hurt more as HE crept into it. 'Meeeel. Did you think to leave that easily? You're body is gone but you're still mine!'
"NO! I'm not, I'm free now."
'Neeeeever. You're miiiiine' HIS voice taunted her and she sobbed then forced her away, overpowering him.
"Leave me alone. Just go!" She sobbed.
"Hey are you-"
She yelped as she looked up at the brown haired woman from the café and slipped falling backwards. The woman caught her and their palms met and the gold light flashed again. Her will fell and HE came back and ravished her mind and she shrieked mentally letting go of the woman's hand and fell hitting her head on the concrete and fell into sweet blackness.