Ron and Harry glanced at eachother every now and then, their eyes had lifted as Madame Pince passed them every few seconds, darting about the library much to their irritation. "Let's just go..." Harry whispered and the recieved a nod from Ron who had curled his lip up at the nosey librarian twice now.
Just then, Hermione came swinging around the corner, a book in hand, slammed it upon the table and began to talk, "I just knew it! She's here. She's really here." Harry and Ron stared at Hermione with their signature looks of cluelessness.
"Uh, Mione? Who's here?" Ron said, going back to gathering his things. He looked up at Harry in a disgruntled manner and Harry could only laugh quietly while they listened to Hermione drone on about some almighty powerful teen sorceress who sold her soul on the black market.
Harry and Ron stood, heading for the library entrance, Hermione at their heels, going on and on about this girl. "She supposedly has blonde hair. The books says she has snake like eyes and pointed canine teeth." Harry shiddered and stopped mid hall, Ron stopping right beside him as they both reached the same conclusion.
Hermione crashed into the back of them, her nose stuck so far into her book that she hadn't been paying attention as usual, so the two boys tumbled to the floor. Ron grunted and pushed Harry's leg off him, glaring over his shoulder at Hermione who looked completely oblivious to the fact that she had knocked the two of them over.
Ron rolled over but stopped, going dead still, as he reached a thick booted foot with a long pale leg extending from it. Ron's eyes followed the leg upward, widening at every inch of delicate skin that they secretly carress. His face went a beat read and he heard Hermione say, "That's her. That's the Sorceress of the Snake."
Harry fumbled for his glasses which had fallen and broken beneath the weight of the two boys. Harry quickly stood besides Ron, forcing his glasses to say upon his nose. Hermione stood between the two boys, her mouth wide open. Ron reached over and popped it shut with a calloused index finger, grinning slightly at the fact that she two was mesmorized by the mysterious blonde.
"I prefer to go by Ophelia deMonte. Sorceress of the Snake would be a bit too much for someone my age." She smiled at Hermione, who seemed to follow her every move like a lost puppy. Ophelia looked to Harry and stepped a bit closer to him, tilting her head as he stepped away. She shrugged her shoulder and waved her hand towards the general direction of his face and recited, "Reparo.." with a quiet whisper.
Harry jumped as his once broken glasses jumped back to new, and her could see the exotic Ophelia clearly again. He furrowed his brows and nodded a thanks, frankly she creeped him out a bit. She was too calm and she knew wandless magic.
"You know wandless magic..!" Ron blurted out, his jaw dropping and his eyes going wide.
"Now Ron dear, look at yourself, you're drooling." Hermione shook her head at Ron as he went bright red and shut his mouth and looked back to Ophelia, extending her hand while supporting her library book against her waist with the other. "I am Hermione Granger. I've been working on my wandless magic as well." She nods matter-of-factly and smiles kindly as Ophelia shakes her head. Hermione's eyes draw narrow as Ophelia cold, frozen finger tips slip into her own. 'Odd..' she thought and shook her head, 'There's a price for being the Sorceress of the Snake, I suppose.'
Ophelia smiled at the eager Hermione and nodded, "I hope that goes well for you. I must be off though, I have a meeting with a professor before supper." Ophelia nodded salutations the the lot of them and left them each standing in awe.
"She's quite powerful," Hermione pointed out, nodding.
"She's a goddess," Whispered Ron, his voice squeaking as if he'd yet to hit pueburty.
"She's a snake," Harry's eyes narrowed. Something about deMonte had struck him funny. Maybe it was the way the pools of color in her eyes moved when she spoked. Or the pale ghostly complextion of her skin. Or the fact that she, in fact, was a teenage prodigy, like himself. Was their enough room for the both of him? The Boy Who Lived and the Sorceress of the Snake? 'I guess we'll find out soon enough.' He thought, furrowing his brows and collecting his things from the ground.
"Come on guys, we need to wash up before supper." The two nodded to Harry and they headed towards the Gryffindor Common Room in silence... each of their heads buzzing with a deadly combination of thoughts, questions and generalizations.
More to be added to this chapter tonight. //