Ok, there are a few things that need to be taken into consideration.
Kristina is telling the story in first person becuz she loves to talk. I've
never done first person before, so bare with me. If it sux, let me know. On
with the ficcy!
Chapter 16
Katrina's POV
"I walked into the wand shop, The Other Wand-"
"What kind of name is that, anyway?" Kristina broke in. I gave her a glare before continuing.
"Kristi, Isha-"
"I wonder how she's doing" Once again, my sister broke into my narration. I shot her the look of death.
"Will you shut up and let me tell the story?" I asked her. Luckily, she had the good grace (and common sense) to look sheepish.
"Sorry"
"Anyway, I, Kristi, Isha, and Professor Hart walked into the wand shop. I looked around for a few minutes before getting a faintly familiar feeling in my nose. Kristi and I both sneezed at the same time and I could hear Aisha snickering.
Mum broke in. "I think this might be just a bit irrelevant." I shook my head.
"Not really, it all leads up to the wand guy doing this teleportation act." I told her. Mum sighed; but motioned for me to go on.
"Sniffling, I again looked around and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a fairly old man in a chair that moments before had been empty. He had wide, expressive eyes that held just the right amount of weirdness to royally freak me out. His snow white hair was sticking up every which way, reminding me a bit of you dad." I told my father. He rolled his eyes.
"Thanks" He told me dryly. I smirked. "You're welcome." Auntie Jadzia snickered but mum gave me a look. I started talking again.
"He looked us over for a few minutes and his eyes seemed to brighten. He smiled.
'Ah, hello. I was told you would be coming soon, Ms. Park, Park, and Park.'
I, Kina, and Aisha did a complicated side ways glance before turning our snickers into coughs."
I shot my brother a look as he spoke up. "Bet that was hard."
I tilted my head to the side. "What?"
He smiled. I really hate it when he does that, it makes it hard for me to stay annoyed with him. I know Kristi felt the same way. Luckily we still had our puppy eyes. No one, not even mum, can withstand the puppy eyes. I gave a myself a mental shake, Harry was talking.
"The three way glance" I opened my mouth to answer but mum gave us another look.
"Kids."
Harry and I gave her a small smile. "Sorry"
"Anyway, the guy stood up and walked over to one of the shelves. It was then I really got a good look around. The place was packed with boxes which were stacked in a way that only magic would allow. The guy-"
"BTW, his name is Orville. What a name" Kristi spoke up. I gave her a mental slap. She grimaced but didn't say anything.
"The guy picked up one of the boxes and handed it to Isha. She and Kristi were the lucky ones; the very first wand they held chose 'em. Isha's was twelve inches, made of ebony, with a single drop of vampire blood in the core."
This time it was Auntie Jadzia who broke into the conversation. "I've never heard of a wand like that before." She told us. I saw Harry roll his eyes.
"Yeah, well Fleur had a strand of Veela hair in her wand." I gave him a puzzled look but continued. I'd ask Hermione about this Fleur later; she might be good blackmail material.
"Me, I went through ninety-six wands before the stupid git finally went into the back and found this really weird double box. He opened it and inside was two nearly identical wands. Each was nine inches and had a single Unicorn hair and a small amount of horn powder in the core. The only difference was the wood; one was made of willow and the other was elm. He handed me the willow one. I knew the moment I held it that I had finally found my friggen wand." Kristina started snickering.
"She started jumping up and down." I nearly gave her another mental slap but Harry distracted me, damn him.
"Did you really?" I could feel the faint blush creeping into my cheeks so I nodded, reluctantly.
"I was excited and relieved. And I had been very close to smacking him" I explained. Harry smirked. I mentally groaned. |Why do I have a feeling that ones gonna bite me in the ass?| I mentally asked Kristina. She didn't answer, but I heard her snicker. I, once again, continued with my story.
"I then stepped aside for Kristi but, unlike me, she didn't have to go through ninety-six wands. She picked up the friggen elm wand."
"And it glowed." Kristina reminded me. I frowned.
"Yeah what was up with that? My wand didn't glow." I complained. Kristina smirked.
"Yes it did, you were just too busy being unnaturally happy about finding a wand to notice."
I gave her another mental slap as I asked, "What do you mean unnatural?"
Before we would've started an argument, dad broke in. "Girls?"
"Sorry dad" We apologized at the same time. I could see her eyes light up but I said it first.
"Jinx!" She glared. I smiled in triumph. Now she couldn't talk.
"Anywho, the moment she picked it up, I felt this power rush through me and suddenly I could hear Professor Hart's thoughts." I turned to my brother, who had been semi quiet, as he asked.
"What was she thinking about?" I giggled.
"She was griping about how long we had been there and how she needed to get back to her school plans and we still needed to get a familiar and robes." I suddenly though of something.
"BTW, when am I gonna get my puppy back?" I asked my parents. I saw them glance at each other but my attention was focused on my older brother.
"Puppy? You have a puppy?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, a baby Chihuahua. Her name is Merlin." I hid a grin as Harry fell neatly through my trap.
"You named a female puppy Merlin?" He looked confused. I opened my mouth but dad saved Harry from unending embarrassment.
"Children" I sighed. Ruin all my fun. Of course, I didn't say that out loud.
"Oh yeah, the story. Anywho, I chalked the feelings up to some weird magic thing but then I heard Kristi thinking the same thing. We looked at each other for a few minutes, Aisha and Professor Hart completely forgotten. While we did, we spoke. Finally, Miss Encyclopedia figured out we were telepathic. We agreed to convince Professor Hart to let us go back to the book store. She reluctantly agreed. So after we went and got Merlin, Kristi's kitten Guinevere and an owl named King Arthur to share between the two of us, we headed over to the book store." I grinned as Auntie Jadzia commented.
"Well at least you're consistent." I winked at her then continued.
"We found one book that mentioned rare gifts and one book that was devoted entirely to telepathy. We bought them both. We read the book once we got home. It said that telepathy is a rare gift in the wizarding world, but that certain wizards were known to possess it."
"Unquote" Kristina quipped. I heard Harry snort.
"Oh, shut up! It had a list of living wizards who possessed the gift." I broke off as I noticed Harry had gone a particular shade of green. I gave him a puzzled look.
"Please don't tell me Snape was on the list." He asked, with a small tremor shaking his voice. I thought about it.
"I think he was. I remember reading S. Snape. Is that him?" I asked, realizing for the first time I didn't know my uncles name. I looked across the room (well, chair really) and saw that Auntie Jadzia had this peculiar little smirk on her face.
"Yes, he has the gift. He told me seventh year." I saw Harry go pale.
"Oh shit." H mumbled. Unfortunately for him, mum heard.
"Harry James Potter!" I threw a grin at my sister and saw Grandpa Albus looking faintly amused. I had nearly forgotten her was there. I turned back to the convo Harry was currently having with our mother.
"Sorry mum, but if you knew some of the things me, Hermione, and Ron have called him over the years you'd understand why I'm just a little bit upset." Harry told her. I knew he hadn't thought before he spoke and I shook my head in sympathy.
"Harry, you just did a booboo." Kristina informed him; no doubt she knew exactly what I had been thinking. Yup! Mum had gone slightly pink. Bad sign.
"You and I are gonna have a long talk later, mister." Harry's eyes widened and I wondered if he realized his error.
"Ah, man." Yup! He did. I could see it in his eyes.
"And you say I have a big mouth." I heard Kristina mumble under her breath.
"What was that? Auntie Jadzia gave her a puzzled look. Kristina smiled sweetly at her and I rolled my eyes.
"Nothing Auntie."
I waved my arms to get there attention. In the back of my mind, my Sensible voice wondered if we'd ever get the story out. I had to grin.
"Can I get on with the explanation?" They all nodded. My Sarcastic voice broke into my mind. |Thank you so much for your permission.| I could see Kristina smirking, but I ignored her.
"Anywho, Grandpa was also on the list. We probably inherited it from him. According to the book, telepathy was first attempted with a potion. The potion has since been made illegal to brew. No one even knows the friggin' recipe. The small group of people who had first prepared the potion were the only ones to drink it. Two days after they did, three of them died in a duel with a dark wizard and then the other two destroyed all the documents as well as obliviating there memory's on how to brew it. Each of them had children who had a slightly lesser form of telepathy. The called it Weak Telepathy. However, the two men's daughter and son eventually married and had kids who had the stronger ability which they called Strong Telepathy. Now, every time that line remarries into their distant line, the children have Strong Telepathy. That's why it's so rare. Its not often the family remarries into its own line." Finally! The explanation was out. Well, the main part anyway. I saw Harry frown.
"But mum's muggleborn." He commented. I rolled my eyes.
"I was getting to that." I turned to my mum. She had this bewildered look on her face.
"I think that you do have magical blood in you mum. Maybe one of your ancestors was a squid and because your family kept marrying muggles, it wasn't until you and Aunt Rose came along that the magic in your veins reactivated or something making you a full fledged witch." I hadn't mentioned this theory to Kristina and I saw that she was giving me a skeptical look.
"That's a long stretch of the imagination, Kitty." I sighed. This was taking longer than I thought. Glancing at uncle Snape's clock I mentally groaned. It was on, 'Lets call you Count Dracula.' It was way late. I turned to Kristi.
"You got a better explanation? I mean, the potion was brewed over a thousand years ago. That's like, way over ten generations. If you figure 20 years in between every generation, that'd be what, fifty generations?" I asked her. I hate doing mental math and wasn't about to tire my brain any more than it already was.
"Ok, I see your point." She conceded. I gave her a small smile.
"Does that answer your question?" I asked my parents. Mum nodded.
"Yes." Dad answered. I grinned.
"Great, now can I go to bed, I'm exhausted." As if on cue, I gave a great big yawn. I smiled sheepishly at the four amused adults.
"Why didn't you mention it before?" Harry asked me. I stopped to think. |Why hadn't I?|
|Because you weren't thinking. As usual.| My Smart Ass voice told me. Or maybe it was just Kristina, I could barely tell. The battle between the Warriors of Consciousness and the Warriors of Unconsciousness was starting to get ugly and WoC was losing. I could just hear my mirror back at Cromwell if I walked in like I was. 'You're fighting a losing battle dear. Go to bed.' That mirror had been my mom away from home. I was glad to be rid of her.
"I, I, I, because you were all giving me the look of death!" I explained exasperated.
Harry smirked. "Right." He said dryly. I tried to glare at him but I had a feeling it hadn't worked. He was still smirking.
"Kids?" I looked up sleepily at my mum. Yup! My little WoC were being slaughtered.
"Yes, mum?" The three of us asked. I was too tired to say 'jinx.' Mum smiled softly at me.
"Go to bed." Dad nodded.
"G'Night girls, Harry." I stood up. I had no idea how we were supposed to get to Gryffindor tower; I was losing men left and right. I gave my dad a hug before kissing my mum on the cheek.
"G'Night mum, dad." I absently hugged grandpa and Auntie Jadzia. We silently said goodnight to the people in Uncle Severus' sitting room. The three of us walked out and started towards the soft pillows in Gryffindor tower. Since Harry was taller than me, (and he seemed more awake) I leaned against him. When we finally reached the Fat Lady, I was half asleep but could sense what was going on (and was still walking) though Harry was practically carrying me and Kristi.
We walked into the room and almost immediately someone picked me up. My eyes were closed but I could hear what was going on. George, Fred, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were apparently still awake. George was the one who had picked me up. If I had been fully awake I would have been giddy with excitement at the prospect of being held by George, but since I wasn't I barely noticed. I snuggled against his chest and chin, my eyes still closed. I half heard Harry ask George if he would mind carrying me up to bed. I don't know what happened after that. My WoC fell and I went quietly into the waiting arms of the WoU.
Author Notes: Phew! That was fun. Please, please, please, let me know how I did in the first person area. If anyone is wondering what WoC means, it means Warriors of Consciousness. Likewise, WoU is Warriors of Unconsciousness. Th-tha-tha-that's all folks! Always me, BashfulC!
Chapter 16
Katrina's POV
"I walked into the wand shop, The Other Wand-"
"What kind of name is that, anyway?" Kristina broke in. I gave her a glare before continuing.
"Kristi, Isha-"
"I wonder how she's doing" Once again, my sister broke into my narration. I shot her the look of death.
"Will you shut up and let me tell the story?" I asked her. Luckily, she had the good grace (and common sense) to look sheepish.
"Sorry"
"Anyway, I, Kristi, Isha, and Professor Hart walked into the wand shop. I looked around for a few minutes before getting a faintly familiar feeling in my nose. Kristi and I both sneezed at the same time and I could hear Aisha snickering.
Mum broke in. "I think this might be just a bit irrelevant." I shook my head.
"Not really, it all leads up to the wand guy doing this teleportation act." I told her. Mum sighed; but motioned for me to go on.
"Sniffling, I again looked around and nearly jumped out of my skin. There was a fairly old man in a chair that moments before had been empty. He had wide, expressive eyes that held just the right amount of weirdness to royally freak me out. His snow white hair was sticking up every which way, reminding me a bit of you dad." I told my father. He rolled his eyes.
"Thanks" He told me dryly. I smirked. "You're welcome." Auntie Jadzia snickered but mum gave me a look. I started talking again.
"He looked us over for a few minutes and his eyes seemed to brighten. He smiled.
'Ah, hello. I was told you would be coming soon, Ms. Park, Park, and Park.'
I, Kina, and Aisha did a complicated side ways glance before turning our snickers into coughs."
I shot my brother a look as he spoke up. "Bet that was hard."
I tilted my head to the side. "What?"
He smiled. I really hate it when he does that, it makes it hard for me to stay annoyed with him. I know Kristi felt the same way. Luckily we still had our puppy eyes. No one, not even mum, can withstand the puppy eyes. I gave a myself a mental shake, Harry was talking.
"The three way glance" I opened my mouth to answer but mum gave us another look.
"Kids."
Harry and I gave her a small smile. "Sorry"
"Anyway, the guy stood up and walked over to one of the shelves. It was then I really got a good look around. The place was packed with boxes which were stacked in a way that only magic would allow. The guy-"
"BTW, his name is Orville. What a name" Kristi spoke up. I gave her a mental slap. She grimaced but didn't say anything.
"The guy picked up one of the boxes and handed it to Isha. She and Kristi were the lucky ones; the very first wand they held chose 'em. Isha's was twelve inches, made of ebony, with a single drop of vampire blood in the core."
This time it was Auntie Jadzia who broke into the conversation. "I've never heard of a wand like that before." She told us. I saw Harry roll his eyes.
"Yeah, well Fleur had a strand of Veela hair in her wand." I gave him a puzzled look but continued. I'd ask Hermione about this Fleur later; she might be good blackmail material.
"Me, I went through ninety-six wands before the stupid git finally went into the back and found this really weird double box. He opened it and inside was two nearly identical wands. Each was nine inches and had a single Unicorn hair and a small amount of horn powder in the core. The only difference was the wood; one was made of willow and the other was elm. He handed me the willow one. I knew the moment I held it that I had finally found my friggen wand." Kristina started snickering.
"She started jumping up and down." I nearly gave her another mental slap but Harry distracted me, damn him.
"Did you really?" I could feel the faint blush creeping into my cheeks so I nodded, reluctantly.
"I was excited and relieved. And I had been very close to smacking him" I explained. Harry smirked. I mentally groaned. |Why do I have a feeling that ones gonna bite me in the ass?| I mentally asked Kristina. She didn't answer, but I heard her snicker. I, once again, continued with my story.
"I then stepped aside for Kristi but, unlike me, she didn't have to go through ninety-six wands. She picked up the friggen elm wand."
"And it glowed." Kristina reminded me. I frowned.
"Yeah what was up with that? My wand didn't glow." I complained. Kristina smirked.
"Yes it did, you were just too busy being unnaturally happy about finding a wand to notice."
I gave her another mental slap as I asked, "What do you mean unnatural?"
Before we would've started an argument, dad broke in. "Girls?"
"Sorry dad" We apologized at the same time. I could see her eyes light up but I said it first.
"Jinx!" She glared. I smiled in triumph. Now she couldn't talk.
"Anywho, the moment she picked it up, I felt this power rush through me and suddenly I could hear Professor Hart's thoughts." I turned to my brother, who had been semi quiet, as he asked.
"What was she thinking about?" I giggled.
"She was griping about how long we had been there and how she needed to get back to her school plans and we still needed to get a familiar and robes." I suddenly though of something.
"BTW, when am I gonna get my puppy back?" I asked my parents. I saw them glance at each other but my attention was focused on my older brother.
"Puppy? You have a puppy?" He asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, a baby Chihuahua. Her name is Merlin." I hid a grin as Harry fell neatly through my trap.
"You named a female puppy Merlin?" He looked confused. I opened my mouth but dad saved Harry from unending embarrassment.
"Children" I sighed. Ruin all my fun. Of course, I didn't say that out loud.
"Oh yeah, the story. Anywho, I chalked the feelings up to some weird magic thing but then I heard Kristi thinking the same thing. We looked at each other for a few minutes, Aisha and Professor Hart completely forgotten. While we did, we spoke. Finally, Miss Encyclopedia figured out we were telepathic. We agreed to convince Professor Hart to let us go back to the book store. She reluctantly agreed. So after we went and got Merlin, Kristi's kitten Guinevere and an owl named King Arthur to share between the two of us, we headed over to the book store." I grinned as Auntie Jadzia commented.
"Well at least you're consistent." I winked at her then continued.
"We found one book that mentioned rare gifts and one book that was devoted entirely to telepathy. We bought them both. We read the book once we got home. It said that telepathy is a rare gift in the wizarding world, but that certain wizards were known to possess it."
"Unquote" Kristina quipped. I heard Harry snort.
"Oh, shut up! It had a list of living wizards who possessed the gift." I broke off as I noticed Harry had gone a particular shade of green. I gave him a puzzled look.
"Please don't tell me Snape was on the list." He asked, with a small tremor shaking his voice. I thought about it.
"I think he was. I remember reading S. Snape. Is that him?" I asked, realizing for the first time I didn't know my uncles name. I looked across the room (well, chair really) and saw that Auntie Jadzia had this peculiar little smirk on her face.
"Yes, he has the gift. He told me seventh year." I saw Harry go pale.
"Oh shit." H mumbled. Unfortunately for him, mum heard.
"Harry James Potter!" I threw a grin at my sister and saw Grandpa Albus looking faintly amused. I had nearly forgotten her was there. I turned back to the convo Harry was currently having with our mother.
"Sorry mum, but if you knew some of the things me, Hermione, and Ron have called him over the years you'd understand why I'm just a little bit upset." Harry told her. I knew he hadn't thought before he spoke and I shook my head in sympathy.
"Harry, you just did a booboo." Kristina informed him; no doubt she knew exactly what I had been thinking. Yup! Mum had gone slightly pink. Bad sign.
"You and I are gonna have a long talk later, mister." Harry's eyes widened and I wondered if he realized his error.
"Ah, man." Yup! He did. I could see it in his eyes.
"And you say I have a big mouth." I heard Kristina mumble under her breath.
"What was that? Auntie Jadzia gave her a puzzled look. Kristina smiled sweetly at her and I rolled my eyes.
"Nothing Auntie."
I waved my arms to get there attention. In the back of my mind, my Sensible voice wondered if we'd ever get the story out. I had to grin.
"Can I get on with the explanation?" They all nodded. My Sarcastic voice broke into my mind. |Thank you so much for your permission.| I could see Kristina smirking, but I ignored her.
"Anywho, Grandpa was also on the list. We probably inherited it from him. According to the book, telepathy was first attempted with a potion. The potion has since been made illegal to brew. No one even knows the friggin' recipe. The small group of people who had first prepared the potion were the only ones to drink it. Two days after they did, three of them died in a duel with a dark wizard and then the other two destroyed all the documents as well as obliviating there memory's on how to brew it. Each of them had children who had a slightly lesser form of telepathy. The called it Weak Telepathy. However, the two men's daughter and son eventually married and had kids who had the stronger ability which they called Strong Telepathy. Now, every time that line remarries into their distant line, the children have Strong Telepathy. That's why it's so rare. Its not often the family remarries into its own line." Finally! The explanation was out. Well, the main part anyway. I saw Harry frown.
"But mum's muggleborn." He commented. I rolled my eyes.
"I was getting to that." I turned to my mum. She had this bewildered look on her face.
"I think that you do have magical blood in you mum. Maybe one of your ancestors was a squid and because your family kept marrying muggles, it wasn't until you and Aunt Rose came along that the magic in your veins reactivated or something making you a full fledged witch." I hadn't mentioned this theory to Kristina and I saw that she was giving me a skeptical look.
"That's a long stretch of the imagination, Kitty." I sighed. This was taking longer than I thought. Glancing at uncle Snape's clock I mentally groaned. It was on, 'Lets call you Count Dracula.' It was way late. I turned to Kristi.
"You got a better explanation? I mean, the potion was brewed over a thousand years ago. That's like, way over ten generations. If you figure 20 years in between every generation, that'd be what, fifty generations?" I asked her. I hate doing mental math and wasn't about to tire my brain any more than it already was.
"Ok, I see your point." She conceded. I gave her a small smile.
"Does that answer your question?" I asked my parents. Mum nodded.
"Yes." Dad answered. I grinned.
"Great, now can I go to bed, I'm exhausted." As if on cue, I gave a great big yawn. I smiled sheepishly at the four amused adults.
"Why didn't you mention it before?" Harry asked me. I stopped to think. |Why hadn't I?|
|Because you weren't thinking. As usual.| My Smart Ass voice told me. Or maybe it was just Kristina, I could barely tell. The battle between the Warriors of Consciousness and the Warriors of Unconsciousness was starting to get ugly and WoC was losing. I could just hear my mirror back at Cromwell if I walked in like I was. 'You're fighting a losing battle dear. Go to bed.' That mirror had been my mom away from home. I was glad to be rid of her.
"I, I, I, because you were all giving me the look of death!" I explained exasperated.
Harry smirked. "Right." He said dryly. I tried to glare at him but I had a feeling it hadn't worked. He was still smirking.
"Kids?" I looked up sleepily at my mum. Yup! My little WoC were being slaughtered.
"Yes, mum?" The three of us asked. I was too tired to say 'jinx.' Mum smiled softly at me.
"Go to bed." Dad nodded.
"G'Night girls, Harry." I stood up. I had no idea how we were supposed to get to Gryffindor tower; I was losing men left and right. I gave my dad a hug before kissing my mum on the cheek.
"G'Night mum, dad." I absently hugged grandpa and Auntie Jadzia. We silently said goodnight to the people in Uncle Severus' sitting room. The three of us walked out and started towards the soft pillows in Gryffindor tower. Since Harry was taller than me, (and he seemed more awake) I leaned against him. When we finally reached the Fat Lady, I was half asleep but could sense what was going on (and was still walking) though Harry was practically carrying me and Kristi.
We walked into the room and almost immediately someone picked me up. My eyes were closed but I could hear what was going on. George, Fred, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were apparently still awake. George was the one who had picked me up. If I had been fully awake I would have been giddy with excitement at the prospect of being held by George, but since I wasn't I barely noticed. I snuggled against his chest and chin, my eyes still closed. I half heard Harry ask George if he would mind carrying me up to bed. I don't know what happened after that. My WoC fell and I went quietly into the waiting arms of the WoU.
Author Notes: Phew! That was fun. Please, please, please, let me know how I did in the first person area. If anyone is wondering what WoC means, it means Warriors of Consciousness. Likewise, WoU is Warriors of Unconsciousness. Th-tha-tha-that's all folks! Always me, BashfulC!