Chapter 7
When Draco walked into the Great Hall an excuse was already forming on his lips, ready to pounce out on cue. 'Sorry Nia, I'm not feeling too good, I'm gonna have to skip practice this week' But when he caught sight of Nia, guitar in her hands and heard the song she was singing, his was drawn to her, like a broken moth to flame.
"It is complete now/ Two ends of time are neatly tied / A one way street / She's walking to the end of the line/ And there she meets / The faces she keeps in her heart and mind / They say 'Good-bye'/ Tomorrow Ginny* you're going to die / Tomorrow Ginny* you're going to die / Underneath, / The chilly gray November sky / We can make believe that my mother* is still alive / We're shooting for the moon / And smiling Jackie's driving by/ They say 'Good try' / Tomorrow Ginny you're going to die./ Tomorrow Ginny you're going to die./ I told the priest/ Don't count on any second comings / God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming/ He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us/ Though I don't wonder why I wonder what he thought it would get us / Hey hey, good try / Tomorrow Ginny is going to die / So God says jump/ And I set the time/ Cause if he ever saw it was through these eyes of mine/ And if he ever suffered it was me who did his crying/ Hey Hey Good try/ Tomorrow Ginny you're going to die"
By the end of the song, the few people who had lingered in the Great Hall after supper had tears in their eyes. And if Draco hadn't been taught that emotion was weakness since an early age, he was sure he'd be sobbing too. 'How is it,' Draco thought 'that she continues to be completely oblivious to all her talent? That she can just look past all the admiring glances the were being sent her way from every face in the room and just sing.' Nia was talking to Alec now, her guitar laid carefully its respective stand. She caught Draco's eye and smiled. Draco walked over, his stride completely unmarred by typical adolescent awkwardness. (*AN* ooooohhhh.big words!) "'Lo Draco." Alec asked, his eyes fixed on the head of his guitar, trying to twist the pegs to just the right angle. An untuned guitar is not a guitar, but a weapon. (*AN* my dad says this when I get too lazy to use my tuner, I honestly have no idea what that means.but is sounds cool. Okay enough interruptions.) "Come on! Take out your stuff!" Nia said, now taking an acoustic guitar from somewhere. Draco noted the mother of pearl inlaid all down the neck and around the hole in the body. Draco noted the name inlaid on the head. 'Ovation'. She played through a Marshell amplifier. Draco noted that the guitar that lay in the stand was a Gibson Howard Roberts Fusion. He also noted that she was left-handed. Her's must have been the only left- handed GHRF there was. An extremely sweet set for someone who was supposed to be poorer than dirt. Draco pulled a small box, about the size of one that held credit cards, and his wand. Draco opened it and put in on the ground. "Amplifico Tympanum." Draco muttered and waved his wand at the small box. A complete drum set appeared in its place. He sat down at the stool and a felt himself take wooden drumsticks out of his pockets. As soon as he felt the honey colored pine in his hands all thoughts of quitting left his head. He took a deep breath and.played. In a complicated world like Draco's, where everything was always shifting and changing, where, nothing was constant, he knew he would always have this. The steady rhythms that not even an earthquake could mess up. A natural talent that his father could never beat out of him, no matter how hard he tried. Life couldn't always be complete chaos. Not even God could deny a truly good soul his few moments of bliss.
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"The first rule of the White League is you do not ever tell anyone about White League. The second rule is you DO NOT tell ANYONE about White League. The third rule is, you listen to what your captains tell you. The forth rule is you have to trust whoever you work with. The last rule is whoever you are outside the White League ends as soon as you enter this room, or as soon as you go on a mission. Is that understood?" The small group of people who had been hanging on their leaders every word nodded, their eyes wide and their hearts beating in anticipation. Nia Weasley walked up and down the rows of people. It didn't take long, as there were only about 20 people, ages ranging from 13-25. "Who here can explain to me what it means to be a member of the White League?" Nia asked. A small girl stepped forward, her black hair was cut in an attractive bob, and her eyes were an unsettling sea green. The way she held herself, and the predatory sparkle in her eye all said one thing 'determination.' "The White League is a guerilla warfare group dedicated to the preservation of goodness." She said, her voice trembling slightly. "And that means.?" Nia asked, her piercing caramel eyes staring into the other girls light green ones.
"It means we fight, with magic and our bodies. We fight for a cause we believe in."
The girl was more or less correct. The Order of the Phoenix was divided into five large groups: Elements, Shadows, Ballers, Tears, and Secrets. Elements were what everyone thought the Order of Phoenix was all about, defeating evil and being good, and noble. They did nothing sneaky, they fought traditional magic fighting. Shadows were the masters of all unconventional magic. They did potions, and animals. Ballers were the muscle. They were the largest group and fought more hand to hand combat than actual magic. Tears were the smallest group. They handled enemy prisoners, and the got the information from them.by any means possible. Secrets was the last group. Only the members of it knew what it was for.and sometimes not even them. The groups were all divided into smaller groups. The White League was part of Secrets. There were only two groups in Secrets, the White League and The Black League. The Black League spied, the White League consisted of mages. Nia was not the oldest, and not all the members were Hogwarts students but she was completely in charge.
"Whom are we fighting against?" Nia asked looking around.
"Voldemort." Mumbled a tall and skinny girl with limp dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Nia smiled and said to everyone.
"Get into groups. You, and you and you go over there. You and her and you two stand over there." Nia slowly separated them into groups, being careful as not to put together people who might know each other. Not only did this eliminate unnecessary socializing, but also it was important to Nia to make sure that everyone trusted each other on her team.
"The first thing you will learn in this group will be to fall properly. It is my belief that you cannot master the magical part of your body until you have mastered the physical part. That means you have to fight, and to fight you must first learn to fall. You there." Nia said, pointing to a small timid looking boy with strawberry blonde hair and pale purple eyes.
"Fall!" Nia commanded. The boy fell to the ground by crumpling his legs underneath him and slumping to the ground. Nia extended her hand and pulled him up.
"Try again, only this time, fall down and slap the ground. Then roll over on your back." The boy obeyed. She asked him to do it again and each time he improved.
"The rest of you! Do the same thing!" Nia said looking around. She heard a mumble or two before she heard the smack of bodies against the practice mats. She walked between the bodies on the ground, giving helpful tips hear and there. She smiled warmly but on the inside she was frowning.
'Not much potential, but that can be fixed.' She thought and moved on to the next person.
A/N ROCK!!!!!!!!! Whoo.that took me a while. Its very late right now and my everything hurts.Okay so um.o yeah! Those little asterisks (*) mean that I changed the words. The Song is Tomorrow, Wendy by Concrete Blonde. I changed Wendy to Ginny and I changed Kennedy to "my mother" Thanks to all those reviewers! If you get bored you can always read my Draco/Harry story called Cup of Joe, Spot of Tea. I'm quite proud of it! So um.tell me what you think, I'm still kinda trying to figure out how to space it more. And Laura.? STOP RANTING IN YOUR REVIEWS! PEOPLE MIGHT THINK I ACTUALLY KNOW YOU!!!!!!! Hehe I'm much to lazy to mention names but once again.thanks for reviewing.
When Draco walked into the Great Hall an excuse was already forming on his lips, ready to pounce out on cue. 'Sorry Nia, I'm not feeling too good, I'm gonna have to skip practice this week' But when he caught sight of Nia, guitar in her hands and heard the song she was singing, his was drawn to her, like a broken moth to flame.
"It is complete now/ Two ends of time are neatly tied / A one way street / She's walking to the end of the line/ And there she meets / The faces she keeps in her heart and mind / They say 'Good-bye'/ Tomorrow Ginny* you're going to die / Tomorrow Ginny* you're going to die / Underneath, / The chilly gray November sky / We can make believe that my mother* is still alive / We're shooting for the moon / And smiling Jackie's driving by/ They say 'Good try' / Tomorrow Ginny you're going to die./ Tomorrow Ginny you're going to die./ I told the priest/ Don't count on any second comings / God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming/ He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us/ Though I don't wonder why I wonder what he thought it would get us / Hey hey, good try / Tomorrow Ginny is going to die / So God says jump/ And I set the time/ Cause if he ever saw it was through these eyes of mine/ And if he ever suffered it was me who did his crying/ Hey Hey Good try/ Tomorrow Ginny you're going to die"
By the end of the song, the few people who had lingered in the Great Hall after supper had tears in their eyes. And if Draco hadn't been taught that emotion was weakness since an early age, he was sure he'd be sobbing too. 'How is it,' Draco thought 'that she continues to be completely oblivious to all her talent? That she can just look past all the admiring glances the were being sent her way from every face in the room and just sing.' Nia was talking to Alec now, her guitar laid carefully its respective stand. She caught Draco's eye and smiled. Draco walked over, his stride completely unmarred by typical adolescent awkwardness. (*AN* ooooohhhh.big words!) "'Lo Draco." Alec asked, his eyes fixed on the head of his guitar, trying to twist the pegs to just the right angle. An untuned guitar is not a guitar, but a weapon. (*AN* my dad says this when I get too lazy to use my tuner, I honestly have no idea what that means.but is sounds cool. Okay enough interruptions.) "Come on! Take out your stuff!" Nia said, now taking an acoustic guitar from somewhere. Draco noted the mother of pearl inlaid all down the neck and around the hole in the body. Draco noted the name inlaid on the head. 'Ovation'. She played through a Marshell amplifier. Draco noted that the guitar that lay in the stand was a Gibson Howard Roberts Fusion. He also noted that she was left-handed. Her's must have been the only left- handed GHRF there was. An extremely sweet set for someone who was supposed to be poorer than dirt. Draco pulled a small box, about the size of one that held credit cards, and his wand. Draco opened it and put in on the ground. "Amplifico Tympanum." Draco muttered and waved his wand at the small box. A complete drum set appeared in its place. He sat down at the stool and a felt himself take wooden drumsticks out of his pockets. As soon as he felt the honey colored pine in his hands all thoughts of quitting left his head. He took a deep breath and.played. In a complicated world like Draco's, where everything was always shifting and changing, where, nothing was constant, he knew he would always have this. The steady rhythms that not even an earthquake could mess up. A natural talent that his father could never beat out of him, no matter how hard he tried. Life couldn't always be complete chaos. Not even God could deny a truly good soul his few moments of bliss.
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"The first rule of the White League is you do not ever tell anyone about White League. The second rule is you DO NOT tell ANYONE about White League. The third rule is, you listen to what your captains tell you. The forth rule is you have to trust whoever you work with. The last rule is whoever you are outside the White League ends as soon as you enter this room, or as soon as you go on a mission. Is that understood?" The small group of people who had been hanging on their leaders every word nodded, their eyes wide and their hearts beating in anticipation. Nia Weasley walked up and down the rows of people. It didn't take long, as there were only about 20 people, ages ranging from 13-25. "Who here can explain to me what it means to be a member of the White League?" Nia asked. A small girl stepped forward, her black hair was cut in an attractive bob, and her eyes were an unsettling sea green. The way she held herself, and the predatory sparkle in her eye all said one thing 'determination.' "The White League is a guerilla warfare group dedicated to the preservation of goodness." She said, her voice trembling slightly. "And that means.?" Nia asked, her piercing caramel eyes staring into the other girls light green ones.
"It means we fight, with magic and our bodies. We fight for a cause we believe in."
The girl was more or less correct. The Order of the Phoenix was divided into five large groups: Elements, Shadows, Ballers, Tears, and Secrets. Elements were what everyone thought the Order of Phoenix was all about, defeating evil and being good, and noble. They did nothing sneaky, they fought traditional magic fighting. Shadows were the masters of all unconventional magic. They did potions, and animals. Ballers were the muscle. They were the largest group and fought more hand to hand combat than actual magic. Tears were the smallest group. They handled enemy prisoners, and the got the information from them.by any means possible. Secrets was the last group. Only the members of it knew what it was for.and sometimes not even them. The groups were all divided into smaller groups. The White League was part of Secrets. There were only two groups in Secrets, the White League and The Black League. The Black League spied, the White League consisted of mages. Nia was not the oldest, and not all the members were Hogwarts students but she was completely in charge.
"Whom are we fighting against?" Nia asked looking around.
"Voldemort." Mumbled a tall and skinny girl with limp dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Nia smiled and said to everyone.
"Get into groups. You, and you and you go over there. You and her and you two stand over there." Nia slowly separated them into groups, being careful as not to put together people who might know each other. Not only did this eliminate unnecessary socializing, but also it was important to Nia to make sure that everyone trusted each other on her team.
"The first thing you will learn in this group will be to fall properly. It is my belief that you cannot master the magical part of your body until you have mastered the physical part. That means you have to fight, and to fight you must first learn to fall. You there." Nia said, pointing to a small timid looking boy with strawberry blonde hair and pale purple eyes.
"Fall!" Nia commanded. The boy fell to the ground by crumpling his legs underneath him and slumping to the ground. Nia extended her hand and pulled him up.
"Try again, only this time, fall down and slap the ground. Then roll over on your back." The boy obeyed. She asked him to do it again and each time he improved.
"The rest of you! Do the same thing!" Nia said looking around. She heard a mumble or two before she heard the smack of bodies against the practice mats. She walked between the bodies on the ground, giving helpful tips hear and there. She smiled warmly but on the inside she was frowning.
'Not much potential, but that can be fixed.' She thought and moved on to the next person.
A/N ROCK!!!!!!!!! Whoo.that took me a while. Its very late right now and my everything hurts.Okay so um.o yeah! Those little asterisks (*) mean that I changed the words. The Song is Tomorrow, Wendy by Concrete Blonde. I changed Wendy to Ginny and I changed Kennedy to "my mother" Thanks to all those reviewers! If you get bored you can always read my Draco/Harry story called Cup of Joe, Spot of Tea. I'm quite proud of it! So um.tell me what you think, I'm still kinda trying to figure out how to space it more. And Laura.? STOP RANTING IN YOUR REVIEWS! PEOPLE MIGHT THINK I ACTUALLY KNOW YOU!!!!!!! Hehe I'm much to lazy to mention names but once again.thanks for reviewing.