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Yitkah spent the rest of the day concentrating on her work, but kept having her mind wander back to the murders. Her schoolwork lacked her enthusiasm, but her teachers seemed to understand. Dumbledore had explained to the teachers and students at lunch about her abilities, and told everyone to bring her to the office should she seem to act that she were somewhere else, if even for a second.
Professor Trelawney, for once in her life, held her tongue of students deaths in Yitkah's presence. Yitkah whispered to an amused Blaise Zambini that it might be because Trelawney thought she was seeing the future, so Yitkah might call her on it. It may not be true, but it was funny.
After dinner, Yitkah went to the commons, after her classes, and pulled out her notebook and quill. After a picture of her parents, she figured she might be getting homesick, she wrote to her parents.
'Mother and Father,
There will be many deaths in the near future. Please let the priestess' at the temple know this, and that I will petition any ceremonies that are affected by this. There is nothing these will do, and we feel that the murders will come to an end soon.
Tell Uncle Xentrix that I may call upon his 'specialty' in the near future, to aid in the halting of Voldemort.
High Priestess Yitkah Raven'
Xentrix is an assassin for the city. Due to the fact that humans and elves have been separated till recently, the ministry of magic had not felt it safe to hire an elf, but if Yitkah had asked it as a personal favor...
After a trip to the owlry, Malfoy walked into the commons, his eyes red, but not from crying. Yitkah felt it a losing bet that he'd ever cried. "You never got the picture yesterday." Yitkah held out the paper, and Malfoy took it, smiling for a moment. "I'd say that I'm sorry, and that I understood, but I don't understand the concept of death. I don't understand. For that, I am sorry." Malfoy looked confused for a moment, then looked as if he'd taken that as a compliment. Yitkah felt this as good a time as any to try and learn. "Can I ask you about it?"
"About what?"
"About the death. What emotion you feel, and why? I don't understand them."
Mafloy sat and looked thoughtful for a moment before he began. "They killed my mother. She recently divorced my father. I haven't seen her in about a month. I had my chance to say goodbye, and I guess that's better than how a lot of people have it. I'm sad that she's dead. I'll never see her again. I'll never get to tell her how my schooling is, or introduce her to a girlfriend. She'll never get to see me get married."
"So you're not sorry that she's dead, but that you'll have her absence?"
"I guess so. You've never had anyone you care about die?"
"Elves are immortal. There was a girl once who had a tree fall on her. She died. But her parents were not sad. They knew they'd remember her, and that was what was important to them." Malfoy laughed. "Talk about sheltered!" Yitkah thought about this. "I still don't totally understand, but this did help me. Thank you."
"You don't want to ask me anything else?"
"I don't know what to ask." Malfoy laughed and nodded. "Thank you, Lady raven. This did make me feel better."
"Please, You're not one of my teachers. Call me Yitkah."
"Yit-kuh?"
"Yit?"
"Yit I can pronounce!" Malfoy laughed again, and Yit giggled. They stayed up till about eleven before retiring for the night.
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Yitkah spent the rest of the day concentrating on her work, but kept having her mind wander back to the murders. Her schoolwork lacked her enthusiasm, but her teachers seemed to understand. Dumbledore had explained to the teachers and students at lunch about her abilities, and told everyone to bring her to the office should she seem to act that she were somewhere else, if even for a second.
Professor Trelawney, for once in her life, held her tongue of students deaths in Yitkah's presence. Yitkah whispered to an amused Blaise Zambini that it might be because Trelawney thought she was seeing the future, so Yitkah might call her on it. It may not be true, but it was funny.
After dinner, Yitkah went to the commons, after her classes, and pulled out her notebook and quill. After a picture of her parents, she figured she might be getting homesick, she wrote to her parents.
'Mother and Father,
There will be many deaths in the near future. Please let the priestess' at the temple know this, and that I will petition any ceremonies that are affected by this. There is nothing these will do, and we feel that the murders will come to an end soon.
Tell Uncle Xentrix that I may call upon his 'specialty' in the near future, to aid in the halting of Voldemort.
High Priestess Yitkah Raven'
Xentrix is an assassin for the city. Due to the fact that humans and elves have been separated till recently, the ministry of magic had not felt it safe to hire an elf, but if Yitkah had asked it as a personal favor...
After a trip to the owlry, Malfoy walked into the commons, his eyes red, but not from crying. Yitkah felt it a losing bet that he'd ever cried. "You never got the picture yesterday." Yitkah held out the paper, and Malfoy took it, smiling for a moment. "I'd say that I'm sorry, and that I understood, but I don't understand the concept of death. I don't understand. For that, I am sorry." Malfoy looked confused for a moment, then looked as if he'd taken that as a compliment. Yitkah felt this as good a time as any to try and learn. "Can I ask you about it?"
"About what?"
"About the death. What emotion you feel, and why? I don't understand them."
Mafloy sat and looked thoughtful for a moment before he began. "They killed my mother. She recently divorced my father. I haven't seen her in about a month. I had my chance to say goodbye, and I guess that's better than how a lot of people have it. I'm sad that she's dead. I'll never see her again. I'll never get to tell her how my schooling is, or introduce her to a girlfriend. She'll never get to see me get married."
"So you're not sorry that she's dead, but that you'll have her absence?"
"I guess so. You've never had anyone you care about die?"
"Elves are immortal. There was a girl once who had a tree fall on her. She died. But her parents were not sad. They knew they'd remember her, and that was what was important to them." Malfoy laughed. "Talk about sheltered!" Yitkah thought about this. "I still don't totally understand, but this did help me. Thank you."
"You don't want to ask me anything else?"
"I don't know what to ask." Malfoy laughed and nodded. "Thank you, Lady raven. This did make me feel better."
"Please, You're not one of my teachers. Call me Yitkah."
"Yit-kuh?"
"Yit?"
"Yit I can pronounce!" Malfoy laughed again, and Yit giggled. They stayed up till about eleven before retiring for the night.
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