Chapter 4
Severus Snape stood in surprise when Kyra sat next to him the following morning. Her magnolia scent drifted into his hawk like nose and corrupted his thought. Not realizing how stupid he looked standing there like an idiot just staring at the elf, his mind jogged and then snapped into place as he sat uncomfortably next to the girl.
Leaning over, Kyra whispered to him, "Well, I never knew you could show respect to your elders." A grin played upon her face as his own face scrunched together creating an awful raison like appearance. His shoulders rose as he prepared to fight back.
"You know, it's better to keep your mouth shut and give the impression that you're stupid than to open it and remove all doubt. I was not showing respect as you have thought; I only rose because your sudden act to sit next to me was surprising. And might I add, unwel--."
"Don't flatter yourself, Severus. I have had no need to sit next to you until now which is only to converse with a friend of mine." Scooting her chair away from him, she motioned over to Professor Flitwick, whose short stubby legs dangled freely from the floor. She slightly tilted her head giving him an unwelcome feeling.
Though she appeared to be only 30, she was really 109 years old. Elves may live up to 400 years and some still even break such a record. It is said that the leader of the Lortistol elves is now about 600 years old, but no one knows for sure because after his 300th birthday, he refused to have any count his years. Many seemed to think of him as a Holy One, but others, those that are closer to him, know of his decite and lies that he promises his people, but say nothing for fear of losing their very souls.
"Thank you for interrupting me so rudely. Now, Ms. Nellenbach, how are you to be an elder of mine?" His black eyes lingered on her lips then abruptly snapped to her eyes and held her steady in his unbreakable gaze.
"And not to be dead yet?" A sarcastic grin was firmly placed upon her lips as her eyes smiled in good humor. Snape on the other-hand, believed the comment to be very rude of her and his dislike toward her doubled.
Tired of talking to people about herself, she answered quick and to the point. "I have seen more suns than two of you combine and you know it." She paused for a short moment in which she calmed herself over his stupidity. "I am quite tired of introductions and since I don't really give a damn about anything you do in your corrupted life, I shall retire to my quarters." Turning swiftly with exasperation to Flitwick on her other side, she spitted out a goodday and got up to leave. Before she could turn and head out the side door, a strong hand grasped her slender wrist tightly and pulled her closer to its owner.
"I'd watch my back if I were you, there are worse things than me around here to be vengeful at." Replying in a low voice so as no one else could hear, he slowly raised an eyebrow to her sudden response. He could feel her skin shiver beneath his grip and he released her arm but still was able to hold her eyes in his. Slowly, he began to feel as if he was falling into the lonely universe that waited beyond the entrance to her shimmering green eyes.
"Well, since you're not me, you have nothing to worry about then, do you?" Snape snarled at her as she passed him with ease. "Oh, and don't forget the last time we came about a fight. Remember how that turned out?" She watched as his face grew more ugly by the mili-second. Finally, she was able to leave that dreadful Hall and retire to her quarters.
Placing her head gently upon a pillow, she had the sudden urge to cry aloud. She hated that obnoxious, black-hearted, sour man and wished for the entire world that he be swept away into a land unknown without his potions and magic so that he could never come back. Wondering if the room was enchanted to be sound proof, she decided to drain her mind of her thoughts by screaming out so that she would hopefully have no energy left to grieve over such humiliation. Before she was able to try her rage against the room, she was interrupted by an impatient click on the window.
Rising from the bed, groaning, she slowly walked over to the window and saw the outline of a creature bobbing up and down in the air. Unleashing the hatch, Kyra threw open the window to see he best companion. "Celes? Oh Celes, how I've missed you!" A large owl fluttered clumsily into the room to settle upon a nearby dresser. Though she was a snow owl, many would not think of her to be one for her different appearance has been one to be unknown for such a kind. Instead of a white coat with brown and black bars, her coat was black with short white stripes. Normally, her kind would have yellow, sharp eyes, but Celes had the eyes of the Abyss; large, black, and hallow, but with blood red pupils. Only likeness between the two was the calm, peaceful mind that resided within.
Celes' wide eyes followed Kyra's hand down to her leg as the elf carefully untied the parchment. With the scroll clasped tightly in one hand, she quickly grabbed a handful of food brought up earlier by the house-elves and laid it in front of her dearest companion. As Kyra unrolled the letter, her hand reached over to gently caress the owl but stopped midway to gaze upon the not so familiar writing.
Shock blinded her. The letter was addressed to her yet she did not know of this person and their ramblings that were quite frightening to say the least. Tumbling onto the bed, she reread the letter incase she had made a mistake.
Ms. Nellenbach
Your Dark Lord awaits your return. He has become impatient. Your sudden disappearance has saddened not only Him but also those close to you. We have not seen you for some time now. Come home my dear.
Your friend and fellow Death Eater
Lucius Malfoy
"Lucius Malfoy..." Her voice echoed throughout the room as she whispered the name, trying desperately to remember him. She did not know of this 'Lucius' and sure of it to be a trick of some sort. What a foul trick to play on someone.
"'Your friend and fellow Death Eater?' What in the name of The Abyss…?" Her mind boggled on the subject at hand. "I must go see Albus." Turning, she headed for the door leading to the hall outside.
Reaching the handle, she turned the doorknob and swung the slab of wood into the room. Before she stepped outside, a shriek halted her movements. Rotating on her foot, she glanced at the offended creature that had cried in anger at the elf's disregard for her. "Oh, Celes. I'm sorry, but you know I can't bring you into the hall with the students about. Wait here for me and I'll bring you some refreshments. Please?" The owl hooted in disagreement and flew back out the window. Kyra sighed and dashed into the hall.
