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Draco attempted to stand up but failed. He was too weak from his transformation and his legs buckled under him, he'd used too much power to stay hidden in that wall, too much time waiting for them to come by. Elennar had told him when, and he'd been there on time but they were late. 'It's all that damned Weasley's fault,' he thought, 'Bringing all that attention to himself. They probably were forced to their rooms as I sat in this freezing wall, just waiting.' His thoughts trailed off as he remembered how cold he was. He began to shiver.
"Oh dear," Nukpana breathed, "Look how cold he is." She looked at Arelen who shivered involuntarily.
They walked over to Draco. Nukpana took off her torn cloak and wrapped it around him. He gave them each a funny look that could have been of thanks or of disdain. Arelen was taken aback; she'd never had a very soft side of the sleek, fair boy. She stepped back.
"I'm sorry, but the sky waits. Kestrels just want to fly, I always say" she attempted a light manner but faltered as she tripped a little backward.
"You don't always say that," Nukpana replied absentmindedly.
"It's ok," Draco looked up with glossy eyes, "I'd rather just talk to you." Nukpana blinked, then nodded at the newly re-appeared Kestrel sitting on the sill of the window. It took flight gracefully and was out of sight within seconds. Nukpana turned back to Draco and smiled.
"You seem really beat," She jested, and helped him to his feet.
Back in the Gryffindor boy's dormitories, Fred was sitting up in his bed.
"What's wrong with me?" He muttered under his breath, rubbing his eyes.
"Yea, what is?" George was sitting up in the bed next to him, "You haven't slept in the past few days, and you haven't eaten as much as you usually do."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Fred glanced at his twin. "Does my hair look as bad as yours does, or am I just a bit tidier?"
"Well, if you really want to know, there's a bathroom down the hall with mirrors. As far as I'm concerned, I was never awake. Good night, you useless case." George turned over and was asleep again quite quickly.
Fred slowly climbed out of his bed. He peered over the side of his trunk and noticed he hadn't gotten much wash done recently, and the only warm thing left of his that wasn't sodden with who-knows-what was the sweater his mother had nit him last Christmas. He didn't mind, no one would see him. He tugged on the brown sweater with the large embroidered golden F on the front. He smiled at his chest emblazoned with the F; his mother really did try hard. He decided to actually look forward to the next one coming this year. He slipped on slippers and listened as his feet made little flip flop sounds down the hall as he walked toward the bathroom. When he got inside he looked in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. Had he stayed up the whole time? As it had turned out, he had attempted to go to bed in his clothes. As he saw himself in the mirror and realized how ridiculous he must look he smiled. His hair was as it was before, brushed but somewhat messy; he had his cloak on and his jeans from earlier. The sweater he'd pulled on was bunched up because he had another sweater, plus the cloak, scrunched up underneath it, and to top it all off, his slippers were flopping onto his sneakers. He just couldn't stop thinking about that slender brunette.
He was beginning to daydream when a birdcall caught his attention; he watched as a small birds shadow flew over the frosted window. He grabbed the bottom of his sweater, and pulled it off. He heard the call again and started to wonder about what type of bird it was, he'd never heard a call as unique as this before. He moved out of the bathroom, dropping the brown sweater, and bounded down the stairs. 'I wonder where that's coming from, it sounds so elegant,' he thought, 'so refined of a bird.' He smiled slightly as he reached the Gryffindor common and opened the door. He looked at Elennar uneasily, why did it always seem as if the cat was staring at him, like it was trying to figure him out?
'Don't be silly Fred, cats don't think, they just do,' he assured himself as he sidled by Elennar; the kitten jumped through the opening to Gryffindor in time for the door to close, merely missing his tail.
'There's that call again,' it had come through the hall that time, 'ugh, I'm tired.' Fred stumbled down the stairs and out one of the back doors that almost no one knew about, thanking the map he and George had acquired seven years before; it was now in Harry's possession, but he'd memorized the bloody thing. Finally he was outside and he looked straight up. 'Full moon, I hope there aren't any werewolves at our school,' he thought, looking up at the moon, and smiling reminded of all the great classes he'd had with Professor R.J. Lupin in his fifth year. A shadow fell across him as he watched the bird fly across his line of vision. The falcon dipped toward him in an all out dive, so Fred naturally ducked, one arm bent in front of his face, the other on his chest. The falcon stopped and perched on his bent arm and Fred blinked. "What the-," he thought aloud. The kestrel falcon looked at him from side to side, as birds do, its feathers rustling with each turn of its head. Fred stared at the bird blankly and it rubbed the side of its face against his cheek. He smiled at the kind touch. 'Did it just wink at me?' he wondered, amazed as it took flight again, back over the hill.
Back in the Ravenclaw Hallway, Nukpana and Draco worked their way back to a sitting area. The first area they got to that had chairs was the potions room.
"Why are you so weak, aren't you used to changing by now?" Nukpana asked quietly as she shut the door.
"I'm not sure, maybe because I'm such a large Animagi, or the fact that it's so rare for us to be dragons. Most people are, erm, more normal animals." His eyes followed her as he coughed. "Not only that, it took a long time with me in the wall, hidden. That part was hard."
"Hold on," Nukpana said eyeing a jar of lapice seeds. She walked over, grabbed them along with another jar of brandibil juice. Mixing the two in a flask, she gave them to Draco. "Drink this, it'll taste horrible but it'll help." She held it out. Draco took it and, drinking it, grimaced at the taste. Then he smiled. The pale glow came back to his face and he stopped shivering.
"That was an easy potion, and now I feel much better," he looked at her, "thank you."
"Oh," she looked at him, "it was nothing. I learned it when I was young, changing used to be such a pain, and my brother made me do it to entertain him. I was just stupid enough to listen." She semi-giggled as Draco smiled and looked at her wistfully, "What were you doing in the wall anyway?"
"Yea, well, I just wanted to talk. Em, to you, and Elennar told me that you'd be out with Arelen again tonight," Draco looked away, then back at her face, she was blushing, he smiled inwardly. "I've been thinking about you late-"
"WHAT DO YOU KIDS THINK YOUR DOING!?" Professor Snape walked into the room. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm ashamed of you, and Ms. Wathari. I thought better of you two. 50 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin," he grimaced, "No one is allowed to be in a room with a member of the opposite sex without a teacher present, I'm sorry, but I'll have to escort both of you back to your houses.
YAY I finally updated. Cool huh. Not all that great of a chapter, I don't have my muse. (The Mysterious Mish) OH Well, tootles Jenna
Draco attempted to stand up but failed. He was too weak from his transformation and his legs buckled under him, he'd used too much power to stay hidden in that wall, too much time waiting for them to come by. Elennar had told him when, and he'd been there on time but they were late. 'It's all that damned Weasley's fault,' he thought, 'Bringing all that attention to himself. They probably were forced to their rooms as I sat in this freezing wall, just waiting.' His thoughts trailed off as he remembered how cold he was. He began to shiver.
"Oh dear," Nukpana breathed, "Look how cold he is." She looked at Arelen who shivered involuntarily.
They walked over to Draco. Nukpana took off her torn cloak and wrapped it around him. He gave them each a funny look that could have been of thanks or of disdain. Arelen was taken aback; she'd never had a very soft side of the sleek, fair boy. She stepped back.
"I'm sorry, but the sky waits. Kestrels just want to fly, I always say" she attempted a light manner but faltered as she tripped a little backward.
"You don't always say that," Nukpana replied absentmindedly.
"It's ok," Draco looked up with glossy eyes, "I'd rather just talk to you." Nukpana blinked, then nodded at the newly re-appeared Kestrel sitting on the sill of the window. It took flight gracefully and was out of sight within seconds. Nukpana turned back to Draco and smiled.
"You seem really beat," She jested, and helped him to his feet.
Back in the Gryffindor boy's dormitories, Fred was sitting up in his bed.
"What's wrong with me?" He muttered under his breath, rubbing his eyes.
"Yea, what is?" George was sitting up in the bed next to him, "You haven't slept in the past few days, and you haven't eaten as much as you usually do."
"Really? I hadn't noticed," Fred glanced at his twin. "Does my hair look as bad as yours does, or am I just a bit tidier?"
"Well, if you really want to know, there's a bathroom down the hall with mirrors. As far as I'm concerned, I was never awake. Good night, you useless case." George turned over and was asleep again quite quickly.
Fred slowly climbed out of his bed. He peered over the side of his trunk and noticed he hadn't gotten much wash done recently, and the only warm thing left of his that wasn't sodden with who-knows-what was the sweater his mother had nit him last Christmas. He didn't mind, no one would see him. He tugged on the brown sweater with the large embroidered golden F on the front. He smiled at his chest emblazoned with the F; his mother really did try hard. He decided to actually look forward to the next one coming this year. He slipped on slippers and listened as his feet made little flip flop sounds down the hall as he walked toward the bathroom. When he got inside he looked in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. Had he stayed up the whole time? As it had turned out, he had attempted to go to bed in his clothes. As he saw himself in the mirror and realized how ridiculous he must look he smiled. His hair was as it was before, brushed but somewhat messy; he had his cloak on and his jeans from earlier. The sweater he'd pulled on was bunched up because he had another sweater, plus the cloak, scrunched up underneath it, and to top it all off, his slippers were flopping onto his sneakers. He just couldn't stop thinking about that slender brunette.
He was beginning to daydream when a birdcall caught his attention; he watched as a small birds shadow flew over the frosted window. He grabbed the bottom of his sweater, and pulled it off. He heard the call again and started to wonder about what type of bird it was, he'd never heard a call as unique as this before. He moved out of the bathroom, dropping the brown sweater, and bounded down the stairs. 'I wonder where that's coming from, it sounds so elegant,' he thought, 'so refined of a bird.' He smiled slightly as he reached the Gryffindor common and opened the door. He looked at Elennar uneasily, why did it always seem as if the cat was staring at him, like it was trying to figure him out?
'Don't be silly Fred, cats don't think, they just do,' he assured himself as he sidled by Elennar; the kitten jumped through the opening to Gryffindor in time for the door to close, merely missing his tail.
'There's that call again,' it had come through the hall that time, 'ugh, I'm tired.' Fred stumbled down the stairs and out one of the back doors that almost no one knew about, thanking the map he and George had acquired seven years before; it was now in Harry's possession, but he'd memorized the bloody thing. Finally he was outside and he looked straight up. 'Full moon, I hope there aren't any werewolves at our school,' he thought, looking up at the moon, and smiling reminded of all the great classes he'd had with Professor R.J. Lupin in his fifth year. A shadow fell across him as he watched the bird fly across his line of vision. The falcon dipped toward him in an all out dive, so Fred naturally ducked, one arm bent in front of his face, the other on his chest. The falcon stopped and perched on his bent arm and Fred blinked. "What the-," he thought aloud. The kestrel falcon looked at him from side to side, as birds do, its feathers rustling with each turn of its head. Fred stared at the bird blankly and it rubbed the side of its face against his cheek. He smiled at the kind touch. 'Did it just wink at me?' he wondered, amazed as it took flight again, back over the hill.
Back in the Ravenclaw Hallway, Nukpana and Draco worked their way back to a sitting area. The first area they got to that had chairs was the potions room.
"Why are you so weak, aren't you used to changing by now?" Nukpana asked quietly as she shut the door.
"I'm not sure, maybe because I'm such a large Animagi, or the fact that it's so rare for us to be dragons. Most people are, erm, more normal animals." His eyes followed her as he coughed. "Not only that, it took a long time with me in the wall, hidden. That part was hard."
"Hold on," Nukpana said eyeing a jar of lapice seeds. She walked over, grabbed them along with another jar of brandibil juice. Mixing the two in a flask, she gave them to Draco. "Drink this, it'll taste horrible but it'll help." She held it out. Draco took it and, drinking it, grimaced at the taste. Then he smiled. The pale glow came back to his face and he stopped shivering.
"That was an easy potion, and now I feel much better," he looked at her, "thank you."
"Oh," she looked at him, "it was nothing. I learned it when I was young, changing used to be such a pain, and my brother made me do it to entertain him. I was just stupid enough to listen." She semi-giggled as Draco smiled and looked at her wistfully, "What were you doing in the wall anyway?"
"Yea, well, I just wanted to talk. Em, to you, and Elennar told me that you'd be out with Arelen again tonight," Draco looked away, then back at her face, she was blushing, he smiled inwardly. "I've been thinking about you late-"
"WHAT DO YOU KIDS THINK YOUR DOING!?" Professor Snape walked into the room. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm ashamed of you, and Ms. Wathari. I thought better of you two. 50 points from Gryffindor and Slytherin," he grimaced, "No one is allowed to be in a room with a member of the opposite sex without a teacher present, I'm sorry, but I'll have to escort both of you back to your houses.
YAY I finally updated. Cool huh. Not all that great of a chapter, I don't have my muse. (The Mysterious Mish) OH Well, tootles Jenna