Note: Here it is, Chapter 3. As always I hope you like it and enjoy
reading.
Chapter 3: A Dreaded Message
"So, how are you?" Morrigun looked closely at her friend. Marcus was gone for three days now and Akasha's friends had decided that they should visit her.
Now, Ravyn, Morrigun, Persephone and Akasha were sitting in the castles music room. It was (besides the library) Akasha's favourite place for it reminded her a lot of Marcus. "Yes, we haven't seen you since Marcus left and you send no owls either", Persephone added, sipping on her tea.
"Well, you know, he's gone for only a short time. But I have no good feelings about all of this. He send no owl since he took his leaving. I don't know what to make of it. And I haven't heard anything about the fight yet", Akasha looked up from her knitting.
"I heard things.Draco told me when he visited me yesterday. He said they are fighting hard. But it seems like the Aurors are going to get the better of Voldemort's forces", Ravyn answered. "Don't worry, Akasha. Knowing Flint he's going to take care of himself. At least the body. And you can work on the psyche again when he comes back", Morrigun reassured her with a slight smile.
But the other women noticed that she had to force it. They all had to suffer of the fight. Ravyn, wife of Draco Malfoy, probably had the most problems. Her father in law was convinced of Voldemort's cause and more than once tried to get Draco to join the Dark Lord. Ravyn, who suspected to become a mean of pressure, had moved to Xanne and Harry. In spite of Dracos protest, who refused to share the cosy cottage in Godrics Hollow with The Boy Who Always Got More Attention Than He Did, hit deaf ears. And Harry Potter turned out to be the lesser evil when the other choice was renunciation of Ravyns presence.
Morrigun and Persephone lived in relative peace. At least as long as Oliver Wood, Persephones fiancé, had stayed with her. But his Gryffindor bravery had finally gotten the better of him and he had joined the air force.
"By the way, how is your pregnancy going? Eating tons of cucumbers with chocolate?" Ravyn changed the subject. The purpose of their visit was to distract Akasha and not to discuss the war. It was horrible enough to think about it.
"Aren't you due in two weeks?" Persephone added.
"Yes, if everything goes well. And no, I'm not eating those cucumbers you spoke about.that's grouse!" Akasha pulled a face.
"I just hope Marcus is going to be there when the time comes." There it was again, the sadness which surrounded Akasha like a cloud.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he won't miss it." Morrigun reassured her. "But did you decide on names, yet? It's about time, don't you think?" "Of course, I did. You know how I always wanted to give birth to twin girls? I wanted to call them Maharet and Mekare. I would love that. A boy would be called Marius. Although Marcus told me it should be a name with A because of me. Maybe Aurelius." Akasha's voice trailed off again.
It was enough to drive her friends to despair. Everything they talked about included Marcus Flint in one form or another. 'How are we supposed to cheer her up if she's so obsessed with him?' Ravyn asked herself. She got no answer and her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in", Akasha called turning around in her seat. The opening door revealed a small female house elf with bright green eyes.
"Mistress, please excuse the interruption. There are two gentleman at the door asking for you", the elf addressed Akasha. Then she hesitated.
"Well, who are they?" Akasha inquired. In spite of it's calmness her friends heard excitement in her voice. They all prayed it would be Flint, coming home, for their friends sake. But they were disappointed.
"It's Mr. Vittorio Derrick and Mr. Cassius Warrington", the house elf answered quietly. Even the little creature seemed to know that she brought ill news for her ears were hanging down listlessly.
Akasha's face closed. She ordered the elf to lead the visitors to the music room. Then she turned around and gazed into the fire. The women spend the next few minutes in uncomfortable silence. Each thought about reasons for the unexpected visit.
Moments later the door opened again and two men, clad in heavy, snow- covered travel cloaks, entered. Looking at their troubled and weary faces Ravyn, Morrigun and Persephone instantly knew that something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
"What is it?" Akasha spoke, without turning away form the flames. Warrington turned to Ravyn silent asking her what to do. His usually cold eyes bore a hint of sadness.
"Tell her, it won't help to beat about the bush", Ravyn whispered.
Cassius turned to his companion and nodded. Both knew each other since Hogwarts and Cassius was sure that the more sensible Derrick would find more fitting words. Vittorio kneeled down beside Akasha's seat and took her cold fragile hand in his.
"Akasha, I think it won't help to avoid it by telling you the usual stuff. I'm sorry.but." Derrick wasn't able to voice it. And when Akasha finally turned around he was shocked to see the beautiful face strained with silent tears.
"He died like a true Slytherin.in the middle of the battle", Warrigton added. He meant it to be some kind of comfort. The only thing he got in response was the pointy heel of Ravyn's 100 Galleon shoe boring in his left foot. It was her way of telling him that his comment was not appropriate. Well, it was not the only thing he got. Akasha had heard his comment, too. Now she turned to him her eyes icy blue daggers. Slowly and with the help of Derrick she lifted herself from her seat.
"You think that is a comfort to me?" her voice was deadly quiet. "You think it helps me that Marcus died like some kind of hero in your eyes? Shall I remember him like this? Like 'The Man who died like a Slytherin'?"
With each sentence she took a step towards Warrington who was suddenly reminded of Fallon Anderson, bitchiest Slytherin ever and his better half. Akasha now had the same predatory glint in her eyes.
"Well, you know.I didn't mean to." he began just before Akasha slapped him hard.
"Never say something like that again! He's dead for whoever's damned sake!" Akasha hissed and raised her hand again. But before she could slap him again, she broke down in his arms.
Cassius Warrington suddenly found himself confronted with a screaming woman in his arms and clutching to him like he was her only hope. And it was frightening! Carefully he wrapped his arms around Akasha although she was hitting him with her fists and scratching him like a hellcat. Then he looked up to the three women and one man who were by now surrounding him.
"Would somebody please tell me what I shall do now?" he asked, "it's not that I don't like women falling all over me but."
"Stop babbling such nonsense. Can't you see she's gone into labour?" Morrigun interrupted.
AN: What can I say? It turned out to be kind of difficult to write this scene without being slightly comical.if you want me to go on: review! :o)
Chapter 3: A Dreaded Message
"So, how are you?" Morrigun looked closely at her friend. Marcus was gone for three days now and Akasha's friends had decided that they should visit her.
Now, Ravyn, Morrigun, Persephone and Akasha were sitting in the castles music room. It was (besides the library) Akasha's favourite place for it reminded her a lot of Marcus. "Yes, we haven't seen you since Marcus left and you send no owls either", Persephone added, sipping on her tea.
"Well, you know, he's gone for only a short time. But I have no good feelings about all of this. He send no owl since he took his leaving. I don't know what to make of it. And I haven't heard anything about the fight yet", Akasha looked up from her knitting.
"I heard things.Draco told me when he visited me yesterday. He said they are fighting hard. But it seems like the Aurors are going to get the better of Voldemort's forces", Ravyn answered. "Don't worry, Akasha. Knowing Flint he's going to take care of himself. At least the body. And you can work on the psyche again when he comes back", Morrigun reassured her with a slight smile.
But the other women noticed that she had to force it. They all had to suffer of the fight. Ravyn, wife of Draco Malfoy, probably had the most problems. Her father in law was convinced of Voldemort's cause and more than once tried to get Draco to join the Dark Lord. Ravyn, who suspected to become a mean of pressure, had moved to Xanne and Harry. In spite of Dracos protest, who refused to share the cosy cottage in Godrics Hollow with The Boy Who Always Got More Attention Than He Did, hit deaf ears. And Harry Potter turned out to be the lesser evil when the other choice was renunciation of Ravyns presence.
Morrigun and Persephone lived in relative peace. At least as long as Oliver Wood, Persephones fiancé, had stayed with her. But his Gryffindor bravery had finally gotten the better of him and he had joined the air force.
"By the way, how is your pregnancy going? Eating tons of cucumbers with chocolate?" Ravyn changed the subject. The purpose of their visit was to distract Akasha and not to discuss the war. It was horrible enough to think about it.
"Aren't you due in two weeks?" Persephone added.
"Yes, if everything goes well. And no, I'm not eating those cucumbers you spoke about.that's grouse!" Akasha pulled a face.
"I just hope Marcus is going to be there when the time comes." There it was again, the sadness which surrounded Akasha like a cloud.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he won't miss it." Morrigun reassured her. "But did you decide on names, yet? It's about time, don't you think?" "Of course, I did. You know how I always wanted to give birth to twin girls? I wanted to call them Maharet and Mekare. I would love that. A boy would be called Marius. Although Marcus told me it should be a name with A because of me. Maybe Aurelius." Akasha's voice trailed off again.
It was enough to drive her friends to despair. Everything they talked about included Marcus Flint in one form or another. 'How are we supposed to cheer her up if she's so obsessed with him?' Ravyn asked herself. She got no answer and her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Come in", Akasha called turning around in her seat. The opening door revealed a small female house elf with bright green eyes.
"Mistress, please excuse the interruption. There are two gentleman at the door asking for you", the elf addressed Akasha. Then she hesitated.
"Well, who are they?" Akasha inquired. In spite of it's calmness her friends heard excitement in her voice. They all prayed it would be Flint, coming home, for their friends sake. But they were disappointed.
"It's Mr. Vittorio Derrick and Mr. Cassius Warrington", the house elf answered quietly. Even the little creature seemed to know that she brought ill news for her ears were hanging down listlessly.
Akasha's face closed. She ordered the elf to lead the visitors to the music room. Then she turned around and gazed into the fire. The women spend the next few minutes in uncomfortable silence. Each thought about reasons for the unexpected visit.
Moments later the door opened again and two men, clad in heavy, snow- covered travel cloaks, entered. Looking at their troubled and weary faces Ravyn, Morrigun and Persephone instantly knew that something was wrong. Seriously wrong.
"What is it?" Akasha spoke, without turning away form the flames. Warrington turned to Ravyn silent asking her what to do. His usually cold eyes bore a hint of sadness.
"Tell her, it won't help to beat about the bush", Ravyn whispered.
Cassius turned to his companion and nodded. Both knew each other since Hogwarts and Cassius was sure that the more sensible Derrick would find more fitting words. Vittorio kneeled down beside Akasha's seat and took her cold fragile hand in his.
"Akasha, I think it won't help to avoid it by telling you the usual stuff. I'm sorry.but." Derrick wasn't able to voice it. And when Akasha finally turned around he was shocked to see the beautiful face strained with silent tears.
"He died like a true Slytherin.in the middle of the battle", Warrigton added. He meant it to be some kind of comfort. The only thing he got in response was the pointy heel of Ravyn's 100 Galleon shoe boring in his left foot. It was her way of telling him that his comment was not appropriate. Well, it was not the only thing he got. Akasha had heard his comment, too. Now she turned to him her eyes icy blue daggers. Slowly and with the help of Derrick she lifted herself from her seat.
"You think that is a comfort to me?" her voice was deadly quiet. "You think it helps me that Marcus died like some kind of hero in your eyes? Shall I remember him like this? Like 'The Man who died like a Slytherin'?"
With each sentence she took a step towards Warrington who was suddenly reminded of Fallon Anderson, bitchiest Slytherin ever and his better half. Akasha now had the same predatory glint in her eyes.
"Well, you know.I didn't mean to." he began just before Akasha slapped him hard.
"Never say something like that again! He's dead for whoever's damned sake!" Akasha hissed and raised her hand again. But before she could slap him again, she broke down in his arms.
Cassius Warrington suddenly found himself confronted with a screaming woman in his arms and clutching to him like he was her only hope. And it was frightening! Carefully he wrapped his arms around Akasha although she was hitting him with her fists and scratching him like a hellcat. Then he looked up to the three women and one man who were by now surrounding him.
"Would somebody please tell me what I shall do now?" he asked, "it's not that I don't like women falling all over me but."
"Stop babbling such nonsense. Can't you see she's gone into labour?" Morrigun interrupted.
AN: What can I say? It turned out to be kind of difficult to write this scene without being slightly comical.if you want me to go on: review! :o)