Melanie blinked. Where was she? Why did her head hurt so much? And what was
that noise, something like...wind chimes? She sat up and everything swam
for a moment then settled. She was in a living room stretched out on the
couch. The room had walls of pale turquoise and a shaggy blue carpet. A
wind chime of crystals hanging from a moon and an incense burning hung from
the ceiling. This, she thought, was beyond freaky.
"Up already? I guess your healing applies automatically to your body." The woman from the café walked into the room. Mel began to get worried.
"Where am? What am I doing here?"
"You fell and hit your head on the sidewalk. Hermione got you up hereto my living room since my house was closest. Don't worry." She smiles and Melanie liked her lips then eased back because her head was pounding. The woman looked at her. "Who are you?"
"Melanie Jerens." She yelped and covered her mouth. Why had she told that? This woman was a stranger but...some kind of remembrance buzzed at the back of Melanie's mind.
"I'm Ginny." She shoved back her flaming curls. "Did you know you were Air?"
Melanie froze. HIS words echoed in her head. 'You're just like I knew. Soft and weak, just like the air you are.' Ginny studied her.
"What made you fall? Something scared you."
Melanie forced HIM away. "I just slipped that's all, and I don't know what you're talking about, I'm air."
"You know little sister. You're scared, please don't be."
"I'm not your sister. I don't even know you."
Ginny went silent then a smile broke over her features. "That's alright. Maybe after a while."
"I, I have to go." Melanie mad to get up but the world spun and she couldn't tell up from down.
"Know you're not." Ginny pushed her down again. "You've a concussion the size of England that I can't even heal. You're staying here until you're better." Her eyes scanned Melanie's for a moment then she smiled. "Besides you have no where else to go."
Melanie gapped. "How....How did you?"
"Like I said. You're air, I'm water...and" The door opened and Hermione came in with a bag. "Here's out fire."
"Cut the crap." Hermione snapped irritated then looked at Melanie her face grim. "Boy you took a nasty fall, you must have the hardest skull ever."
Melanie smiled. "Mum always said it was made of titanium steel." A smile flickered across Hermione's features and she laughed.
"Yea well," She tossed Melanie a bottle of Aspirin. "This should shop that jack hammer drilling into your forehead for a while."
Ginny looked at Hermione. "You know that if you helped me we might be able to just-"
"Stop it Ginny, I'm not going into all the mess about prophecy and the power of our elements. I told you, I'm not being dragged alone like some doll by some crap you cal destiny." She looked at Melanie. "And I suggest you tell her the same thing."
Melanie licked her lips. "What if sometimes destiny's all you have left to pull you? I'm not saying I understand what either of you are talking about, but I'm just saying." She picked at her fingernail. Why was she opening up like this? They were strangers. And weird ones at that but....then again hey really weren't.
"Yea well," Hermione turned. "I've got worked. Don't run head long into anymore sidewalks." She left and Melanie gave a light little smile.
"She seems festive." Melanie said.
"I don't know, I say she's rather fat."
Melanie laughed. She knew she shouldn't feel so loose here. She couldn't stay here or HE would find her. She shouldn't get comfortable, but she couldn't helpful. The strange Ginny and fiery Hermione seemed to call her and there was something that she was supposed to do. She wasn't sure she liked it all...
"Now, how about food," Ginny stood and went to the fridge. Melanie grinned. But then again who was she to rain on their hospitality. She would stay a while. Only a while then go before HE could find her.
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Hermione pulled up the collar of her coat and scoffed. What did she care if Ginny was into all that crap? She'd decided to stop caring 11 years ago. And why should she care if some fool girl wanted to dive right in after Ginny? She shouldn't! But the truth was she did.
She missed Ginny. Missed her best friend, but paths had been chosen a long time ago. Ginny had let someone force her down hers but Hermione would decidedly choose her own. She should be happy. She wasn't.
And what about the girl? Something was wrong. She could feel it. No! she though furiously. It's nothing at all. Hermione shook her hair angrily forcing back tears of frustration. What was there to do? They'd chosen. It's how things are.
She tugged the cap on over her mass of wavy brown hair and looked up at the moon. The old chant came into her mind unbid.
Lunar brother In the a heaven's sea Bless below your sisters three
She froze and forced it out of her head before it could be completed. She wouldn't be pushed. She wouldn't be controlled. She growled her defiance at the sleeping flame of power in her. Here me, she snarled at it. You won't control me. It merely shifted slightly then died down so it almost seemed gone. Hermione smirked. You won't take my control. She didn't notice the silver tear then hung on her cheek. A tear for what was broken, what might remain broken, and what might break in the future.
"Up already? I guess your healing applies automatically to your body." The woman from the café walked into the room. Mel began to get worried.
"Where am? What am I doing here?"
"You fell and hit your head on the sidewalk. Hermione got you up hereto my living room since my house was closest. Don't worry." She smiles and Melanie liked her lips then eased back because her head was pounding. The woman looked at her. "Who are you?"
"Melanie Jerens." She yelped and covered her mouth. Why had she told that? This woman was a stranger but...some kind of remembrance buzzed at the back of Melanie's mind.
"I'm Ginny." She shoved back her flaming curls. "Did you know you were Air?"
Melanie froze. HIS words echoed in her head. 'You're just like I knew. Soft and weak, just like the air you are.' Ginny studied her.
"What made you fall? Something scared you."
Melanie forced HIM away. "I just slipped that's all, and I don't know what you're talking about, I'm air."
"You know little sister. You're scared, please don't be."
"I'm not your sister. I don't even know you."
Ginny went silent then a smile broke over her features. "That's alright. Maybe after a while."
"I, I have to go." Melanie mad to get up but the world spun and she couldn't tell up from down.
"Know you're not." Ginny pushed her down again. "You've a concussion the size of England that I can't even heal. You're staying here until you're better." Her eyes scanned Melanie's for a moment then she smiled. "Besides you have no where else to go."
Melanie gapped. "How....How did you?"
"Like I said. You're air, I'm water...and" The door opened and Hermione came in with a bag. "Here's out fire."
"Cut the crap." Hermione snapped irritated then looked at Melanie her face grim. "Boy you took a nasty fall, you must have the hardest skull ever."
Melanie smiled. "Mum always said it was made of titanium steel." A smile flickered across Hermione's features and she laughed.
"Yea well," She tossed Melanie a bottle of Aspirin. "This should shop that jack hammer drilling into your forehead for a while."
Ginny looked at Hermione. "You know that if you helped me we might be able to just-"
"Stop it Ginny, I'm not going into all the mess about prophecy and the power of our elements. I told you, I'm not being dragged alone like some doll by some crap you cal destiny." She looked at Melanie. "And I suggest you tell her the same thing."
Melanie licked her lips. "What if sometimes destiny's all you have left to pull you? I'm not saying I understand what either of you are talking about, but I'm just saying." She picked at her fingernail. Why was she opening up like this? They were strangers. And weird ones at that but....then again hey really weren't.
"Yea well," Hermione turned. "I've got worked. Don't run head long into anymore sidewalks." She left and Melanie gave a light little smile.
"She seems festive." Melanie said.
"I don't know, I say she's rather fat."
Melanie laughed. She knew she shouldn't feel so loose here. She couldn't stay here or HE would find her. She shouldn't get comfortable, but she couldn't helpful. The strange Ginny and fiery Hermione seemed to call her and there was something that she was supposed to do. She wasn't sure she liked it all...
"Now, how about food," Ginny stood and went to the fridge. Melanie grinned. But then again who was she to rain on their hospitality. She would stay a while. Only a while then go before HE could find her.
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Hermione pulled up the collar of her coat and scoffed. What did she care if Ginny was into all that crap? She'd decided to stop caring 11 years ago. And why should she care if some fool girl wanted to dive right in after Ginny? She shouldn't! But the truth was she did.
She missed Ginny. Missed her best friend, but paths had been chosen a long time ago. Ginny had let someone force her down hers but Hermione would decidedly choose her own. She should be happy. She wasn't.
And what about the girl? Something was wrong. She could feel it. No! she though furiously. It's nothing at all. Hermione shook her hair angrily forcing back tears of frustration. What was there to do? They'd chosen. It's how things are.
She tugged the cap on over her mass of wavy brown hair and looked up at the moon. The old chant came into her mind unbid.
Lunar brother In the a heaven's sea Bless below your sisters three
She froze and forced it out of her head before it could be completed. She wouldn't be pushed. She wouldn't be controlled. She growled her defiance at the sleeping flame of power in her. Here me, she snarled at it. You won't control me. It merely shifted slightly then died down so it almost seemed gone. Hermione smirked. You won't take my control. She didn't notice the silver tear then hung on her cheek. A tear for what was broken, what might remain broken, and what might break in the future.