Xenith
" 'LEARN TO LIVE A LITTLE, HONESTLY.' " ~~~Said by my friend Kimmy when speaking to her guy-friend, Corey, when he was terrified about learning to snowboard and starting on a high-level hill. She said this and then took off down the slope, leaving poor Corey to fend for himself on the ski lift.
Chapter Four
She had finished feeding the dragons, putting the snoozing yellow back in his cage, and whistling for Feather to come back to her.
He landed on her left shoulder, carefully folded his wings, and continued to glare at the twins.
Chris led the two boys up the a set of rickety, dust filled stairs and into another rugged dragon filled room.
"The last room we were in held all of the hybrids that we're in the process of training. This room," she opened a door to her left. "This room holds all of the one's that are on order for Ministry members." The boys followed her into the room.
On the inside the room was much like the previous one. There were cages and perches and toys, but a bed and a few other measly human things also occupied this room.
"What's the bed for?" George asked, moving over to one of the cages and peering at the label on its door reading:
NAME: Cherrybottom
RECIPIANT: Cornelius Fudge
DATE OF DEPARTURE: Next Tuesday
"Someone usually sleeps in here most nights---keeps an eye on them." She answered moving over to one of the cages on the opposite side of the room. "Your dad would be at work now, right?"
"Yeah. Why?" Fred asked.
"Because," she paused as she unlatched the door to one of the cages; pulling the goggles down from her head and over her eyes. "His dragon is ready." She opened the door and ducked. Her hair ruffled as an invisible something flew past her head.
"What?" was Fred and George's unified reply.
"Dad's getting a dragon?" Fred's mouth was hanging open.
"What is it?" George asked as Chris put out her arm.
"It's a Japanese Chameleon." She said, seemingly stroking the air. "Come here." Fred took a hesitant step forward. She took his hand and placed it upon the chameleon. Fred could feel leathery dragon skin brush beneath his fingers, though he was very acutely aware of the scarred fingers covering his own and sending exhilarating tingles through his fingers.
"Wow . . ." He breathed running his palm over the scaly, warm skin. "George, come check this out." He stepped next to his brother.
"His name is Gemini and he's slightly visible when he's sleeping. Gets pink tinge." She explained. "Fred, grab the card on the cage door for me." She said, leaving the room and heading down the stairs. The two boys followed her eagerly.
"Where are you going?" George asked as Chris picked up a pitcher from the coffee table.
"It's a portkey. You two might as well come along, given that he's your father." Fred and George both touched the pitcher. A minute later they felt the familiar tug behind their navels as they were whisked away in a mass of blurry images.
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" 'LEARN TO LIVE A LITTLE, HONESTLY.' " ~~~Said by my friend Kimmy when speaking to her guy-friend, Corey, when he was terrified about learning to snowboard and starting on a high-level hill. She said this and then took off down the slope, leaving poor Corey to fend for himself on the ski lift.
Chapter Four
She had finished feeding the dragons, putting the snoozing yellow back in his cage, and whistling for Feather to come back to her.
He landed on her left shoulder, carefully folded his wings, and continued to glare at the twins.
Chris led the two boys up the a set of rickety, dust filled stairs and into another rugged dragon filled room.
"The last room we were in held all of the hybrids that we're in the process of training. This room," she opened a door to her left. "This room holds all of the one's that are on order for Ministry members." The boys followed her into the room.
On the inside the room was much like the previous one. There were cages and perches and toys, but a bed and a few other measly human things also occupied this room.
"What's the bed for?" George asked, moving over to one of the cages and peering at the label on its door reading:
NAME: Cherrybottom
RECIPIANT: Cornelius Fudge
DATE OF DEPARTURE: Next Tuesday
"Someone usually sleeps in here most nights---keeps an eye on them." She answered moving over to one of the cages on the opposite side of the room. "Your dad would be at work now, right?"
"Yeah. Why?" Fred asked.
"Because," she paused as she unlatched the door to one of the cages; pulling the goggles down from her head and over her eyes. "His dragon is ready." She opened the door and ducked. Her hair ruffled as an invisible something flew past her head.
"What?" was Fred and George's unified reply.
"Dad's getting a dragon?" Fred's mouth was hanging open.
"What is it?" George asked as Chris put out her arm.
"It's a Japanese Chameleon." She said, seemingly stroking the air. "Come here." Fred took a hesitant step forward. She took his hand and placed it upon the chameleon. Fred could feel leathery dragon skin brush beneath his fingers, though he was very acutely aware of the scarred fingers covering his own and sending exhilarating tingles through his fingers.
"Wow . . ." He breathed running his palm over the scaly, warm skin. "George, come check this out." He stepped next to his brother.
"His name is Gemini and he's slightly visible when he's sleeping. Gets pink tinge." She explained. "Fred, grab the card on the cage door for me." She said, leaving the room and heading down the stairs. The two boys followed her eagerly.
"Where are you going?" George asked as Chris picked up a pitcher from the coffee table.
"It's a portkey. You two might as well come along, given that he's your father." Fred and George both touched the pitcher. A minute later they felt the familiar tug behind their navels as they were whisked away in a mass of blurry images.
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¸..· ´¨¨)) -:¦:-
¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*