"What?" Ron exclaimed. "He has risen?" He plopped down onto the couch and
had his hand on his forehead. Hermione sat down as well.
No one had expected this.
"Yeah." Nikole bit her bottom lip as she sat down.
"You know what must be done, Miss Piper," Dumbledore replied.
Nikole nodded. She slowly stood, her face buried in her hands. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't sent him, then-"
"It is not your fault," Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes disappearing.
"Yes it is."
"No. Now you must go and get ready," Dumbledore said, helping her stand up. Nikole walked upstairs and opened her trunk, everyone following her. The room was dark. Dumbledore mumbled a spell and the room was lit quite considerably.
"What are you doing?" McGonagol asked, folding her arms.
"Suiting up."
"Pardon?" she asked again.
"I am getting the stuff ready," Nikole answered.
"For what?" Ron asked.
"His ceremony." Nikole grabbed a leather jacket out of her trunk and closed it.
"That's all you're taking?" asked Ron.
"No. This is so I won't get cold." Nikole fixed her collar. "And so I look good when I kick some evil butt."
"Pfuit," replied Ron. "No one will care."
"Says you," Nikole answered.
"Aren't you going to take some weaponry?" asked Hermione.
"That's for downstairs," answered Nikole.
"Miss Piper," began Dumbledore as he motioned for Ron and Hermione to leave the room. "As your authority, I am obliged to keep you from endangering your life."
"Professor," started Nikole, "As the Slayer, I am forced to ignore your authority rank, and kill this evil. My life is no more important to me when I must complete my duty."
Dumbledore smiled. The twinkle in his eye returned. "Yes, you must."
"The world depends on you now, Miss Piper," McGonagol replied, placing her hand on Nikole's shoulder.
Nikole smiled a small one before she headed downstairs.
"Are you ready?" Hermione asked.
"Almost. Just need my weapons."
"I wish we could help," Ron said.
"You can. Stay inside at all times," Nikole replied.
"We can do that," Ron replied.
*
Nikole walked out of Hogwarts, weapons in hand. The sky was becoming dark. Lightning flashed in the sky. Rain started to pour.
She positioned her crossbow as two dark figures landed gracefully in front of her.
Nikole took a breath. "Bring it on."
*
A/N: End. There might be a sequel in the future.
No one had expected this.
"Yeah." Nikole bit her bottom lip as she sat down.
"You know what must be done, Miss Piper," Dumbledore replied.
Nikole nodded. She slowly stood, her face buried in her hands. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't sent him, then-"
"It is not your fault," Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes disappearing.
"Yes it is."
"No. Now you must go and get ready," Dumbledore said, helping her stand up. Nikole walked upstairs and opened her trunk, everyone following her. The room was dark. Dumbledore mumbled a spell and the room was lit quite considerably.
"What are you doing?" McGonagol asked, folding her arms.
"Suiting up."
"Pardon?" she asked again.
"I am getting the stuff ready," Nikole answered.
"For what?" Ron asked.
"His ceremony." Nikole grabbed a leather jacket out of her trunk and closed it.
"That's all you're taking?" asked Ron.
"No. This is so I won't get cold." Nikole fixed her collar. "And so I look good when I kick some evil butt."
"Pfuit," replied Ron. "No one will care."
"Says you," Nikole answered.
"Aren't you going to take some weaponry?" asked Hermione.
"That's for downstairs," answered Nikole.
"Miss Piper," began Dumbledore as he motioned for Ron and Hermione to leave the room. "As your authority, I am obliged to keep you from endangering your life."
"Professor," started Nikole, "As the Slayer, I am forced to ignore your authority rank, and kill this evil. My life is no more important to me when I must complete my duty."
Dumbledore smiled. The twinkle in his eye returned. "Yes, you must."
"The world depends on you now, Miss Piper," McGonagol replied, placing her hand on Nikole's shoulder.
Nikole smiled a small one before she headed downstairs.
"Are you ready?" Hermione asked.
"Almost. Just need my weapons."
"I wish we could help," Ron said.
"You can. Stay inside at all times," Nikole replied.
"We can do that," Ron replied.
*
Nikole walked out of Hogwarts, weapons in hand. The sky was becoming dark. Lightning flashed in the sky. Rain started to pour.
She positioned her crossbow as two dark figures landed gracefully in front of her.
Nikole took a breath. "Bring it on."
*
A/N: End. There might be a sequel in the future.