POF-chapter 3
The small pond showed a large black dog hurrying along the streets of Hogsmeade. It disappeared from view when it turned into a dark alley, but the witch that had been watching it didn't bother to cast another spell on the mirror-like water.
"Kerrigor!" she called turning away from the pond and looking around the small cave where she was hiding.
"Yes? Mistress"
The witch looked up at the creature hanging on the ceiling, among the many stalactites, with disgust.
"Bring him to me" she said quickly trying not to breathe in and turning away her face.
The creature nodded and its large black eyes reflected its mistress just one more second before becoming small dots in its furry face. It crept down easily and hurried to the entrance. Kerrigor stopped and looked back to its mistress; its eyes became large as plates again. It wanted to catch every single detail of her: her old torn robes, her long straight hair, her sea- blue.
"Why are you still here? GO!" she roared and took a menacing step forward.
Kerrigor squealed and started running clumsily into the forest.
The witch watched the creature go. She smiled as she saw him jump high and grab a tree branch, starting to swing among them. She was pleased with herself as she observed Kerrigor's strong long arms that ended in blade- like claws. Its pitch black fur helped it camouflage in the darkness of the early hours of the morning.
The witch turned back into the depths of the cave and, summoning an elegant old fashioned silver brush with a flick of her hand, started brushing her silky black hair. She walked slowly towards the pond but didn't look in. She started to hum and pace around the cave, never stopping to brush her hair. In between tunes, she cast a spell or two and her smooth white face filled with colour, her eyelashes became longer and curved elegantly, her eyebrows formed delicate arches over her deep blue eyes and her lips became deep red with rouge.
As she finished, she threw her hair over one shoulder and looked into the pond, although she already knew what she would see.
A face wrinkled with centuries stared back. A green and blue skin surrounded small beady eyes and hang loose around the thin line that was her mouth. Her cheekbones showed exaggeratedly and a vast forehead ended with little white hair.
The witch took a stiff wrinkled hand up and examined it. She threw it furiously to the water, and turned away, walking fast as her long silky black hair swayed from side to side.
The small pond showed a large black dog hurrying along the streets of Hogsmeade. It disappeared from view when it turned into a dark alley, but the witch that had been watching it didn't bother to cast another spell on the mirror-like water.
"Kerrigor!" she called turning away from the pond and looking around the small cave where she was hiding.
"Yes? Mistress"
The witch looked up at the creature hanging on the ceiling, among the many stalactites, with disgust.
"Bring him to me" she said quickly trying not to breathe in and turning away her face.
The creature nodded and its large black eyes reflected its mistress just one more second before becoming small dots in its furry face. It crept down easily and hurried to the entrance. Kerrigor stopped and looked back to its mistress; its eyes became large as plates again. It wanted to catch every single detail of her: her old torn robes, her long straight hair, her sea- blue.
"Why are you still here? GO!" she roared and took a menacing step forward.
Kerrigor squealed and started running clumsily into the forest.
The witch watched the creature go. She smiled as she saw him jump high and grab a tree branch, starting to swing among them. She was pleased with herself as she observed Kerrigor's strong long arms that ended in blade- like claws. Its pitch black fur helped it camouflage in the darkness of the early hours of the morning.
The witch turned back into the depths of the cave and, summoning an elegant old fashioned silver brush with a flick of her hand, started brushing her silky black hair. She walked slowly towards the pond but didn't look in. She started to hum and pace around the cave, never stopping to brush her hair. In between tunes, she cast a spell or two and her smooth white face filled with colour, her eyelashes became longer and curved elegantly, her eyebrows formed delicate arches over her deep blue eyes and her lips became deep red with rouge.
As she finished, she threw her hair over one shoulder and looked into the pond, although she already knew what she would see.
A face wrinkled with centuries stared back. A green and blue skin surrounded small beady eyes and hang loose around the thin line that was her mouth. Her cheekbones showed exaggeratedly and a vast forehead ended with little white hair.
The witch took a stiff wrinkled hand up and examined it. She threw it furiously to the water, and turned away, walking fast as her long silky black hair swayed from side to side.