A/N: I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING IN NEARLY 4 MONTHS!!!!! Me so bad… Me not do again… *sniff sniff* Me not waste your time…
Disclaimer: I do not own anything… Either Colfer does, or FanFiction.Net does. Not fair…
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Night Shade sighed and closed the book she was reading, "Are you sure that there are no other books on Holl's Dagger?"
"I am absolutely sure that there are no more books on Holly Short's Dagger," a warm, kindly, but slightly exasperated woman's voice said.
"Alright then, House," Night groaned, stood up and stretched out her back, "What time is it?"
"10:30 PM," House said.
"Shit! Fuck! D'Arvit! Son of a bitch! Bloody Hell! Damn it! Crap! Hell! Purple Monkeys!" Night stopped for a breather.
"Purple Monkeys?" House asked, quite used to Night's potty mouth.
"I dunno… I heard someone say it," Night shrugged. (A/N: Actually, I asked Crimson Dragoness (wicca-gurl) for another swear… Look what she gave me -_-;; I am writing this on paper during speeches, boring speeches.)
"Okay then. You better get going," House said.
"Yeah, I'm late for school," Night said, "Oh, who gives a damn! I'm skipping."
"Night, you skipped yesterday," House said, disapproving Night's actions.
"I'm going to visit Root to see if I can use LEP's computers," Night said.
"Get over the Dagger thing. LEP isn't going to have any more information than we do," House groaned.
"Who cares? It's worth a shot!" Night said, then grabbed ten mini-disks and her long green jacket.
"You really love that jacket, don't you?" House asked. (Actually, the author likes the colour green and long coats. Hence, her character does too.)
"Yup," Night grinned and ran out the library, then out of the house named House.
"Good bye," House called after her mistress.
"See yah later, House," Night yelled and ran down the street.
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Mrs. Mandrake glared at her students. She couldn't get them under control. The just kept laughing. All except Short. She looked smug. Mrs. Mandrake knew that Short had something to do with this.
The only thing good about today is that Shade isn't here, Mrs. Mandrake thought, her and Short are terrible!
Holly was worried, Where was Night? She usually doesn't skip two days in a row. The Dagger must really have her worried, Holly's hand unconsciously moved to the small of her back, behind her jacket to the hilt of the Dagger, 'There is nothing to worry about, yet. We've got a little less than two months to fix the problem.'
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The Dagger's corrupt mind chuckled, 'Poor, poor Holly Rose Short. She doesn't know half of her troubles… Whom should I, er, dispose, of first? That green-eyed brat. Oh, how I hate the Shade's who serve the terrible light. They are hypocrites, the lot of them! All their names contradict their natures. The newest one… She named herself, obviously. Night Shade. She's with the light, it's obvious. She stopped me from finishing off Julius Root, one of the only ones who know of my true nature… I can't kill Night Shade yet. Holly Short will not let that happen… Maybe that teacher, Mrs. Mandrake… Heh heh heh… Holly Short wouldn't mind her gone!
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"Oh, it's you again," the secretary Night encountered in her previous visit to the Police Plaza.
"Nice to see you too," Night smiled sweetly and read the secretary's name tag, "Andrea Blossom."
"I take it you want to see Commander Root again," Andrea forced herself to say pleasantly.
"Quite correct. Tell him that I am coming up, okay?" Night walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button repeatedly. The doors slid open and she walked in and pressed the close button. She swiftly jabbed the button labelled '4'. Night held her breath and the elevator jerked upwards. Night released her breath then grinned. Good, no security, so far. The horrible elevator music began to play. Night paced back and forth, watching the numbers flick by. 2. The elevator stopped and the doors slid open and Cudgeon walked in.
"Hello Miss Shade. Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Cudgeon asked, a small smile on his face. He pressed the button labelled '3'.
"Yes, I'm supposed to. But obviously I am not," Night said shortly.
"You are a very naughty girl, do you know that?" Cudgeon breathed.
"Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean I care," the number changed to 3, "I do believe you get off here."
"Thank you very much, Miss Shade. Good evening," Cudgeon said, then left the elevator.
"Have a terrible evening," Night snapped, then jabbed the close button again. The doors closed on Cudgeon's fuming face. The elevator inched its way up.
"Come on, come on you stupid thing!" Night hissed. She didn't seem to realize that only her house talks, not elevators.
DING!
"Finally!" Night growled and ran down the hall to Root's office. She kicked the door.
"Who is it?" Root's gravely voice asked.
"Night Shade! I was here yesterday, 'member?" Night called.
"Come in. The door is unlocked," Root said. Night turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. A major change from her usual kick-and-enter.
"I was wondering if I could use one of your computers," Night said.
"Of course, assuming that you are using this to research that Dagger?" Root asked.
"Yup," Night nodded vigorously. Root pressed a button and said:
"Foaly, get down to Root's office. NOW!"
"Who's Foaly?" Night asked.
"A techie centaur. He's new so he can be spared to help you. I do believe he is in charge of watching the troll population," Root explained. Night flinched. Troll population. How boring.
"I'm here, Commander!" a centaur, obviously Foaly, panted. He looked slightly worried.
"Could you please help Miss Shade in finding the information she needs?" Root asked. By the tone of his voice, there was only one answer.
"Yessir," Foaly said.
"Great. Now scram!" Root said. Foaly looked at the small elf. She met his eyes evenly.
"Shade. Night Shade. Call me Night," Night held out her hand. Foaly shook it with his hairy one.
"Come along now. I don't have all day!" Foaly lied through his horsey teeth.
"Alright," Night smiled and decided to humour him. She walked past the centaur, turned around and said to Root, "I think you chose the wrong centaur. I might take all day!" Root chuckled and Foaly looked quite worried.
"Oh no you won't!" he neighed.
"Good thing I brought these," Said Night, ignoring Foaly. She held up ten blank mini-discs, "I won't be wasting your paper and ink," She turned and walked a few steps down the hall, "Where's your computer?"
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D'Arvit! The Elfin Kings and Queens are booorrring, Holly thought, Too bad we are doing Tyrath McFain… His life was sooo boring. San D'Claus was at least insane…
"McFain helped stop the goblins from…" Mrs. Mandrake droned on.
Night, where are you? This is sooo boring! I bet whatever you are doing isn't boring…
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Holly was wrong. Night was bored. All Foaly would let her do was sit in a chair, stupid centaur. It's not like I'll crash his computer. I'm not an idiot! So she amused herself by watching a number on the screen. Every few minutes or so, the number would rise, I wonder what that number's for? Suddenly, Night remember Foaly's job, Oh no! That number can't be the troll population!
"Er, Foaly, what's that number for?" Night asked nervously.
"The troll pop.," Foaly replied.
"Is it supposed to go up every few minutes?" Night asked.
"No, don't be ridiculous. Why would you think that?" Foaly asked.
"Because it is!" Night explained.
"Don't be ridiculous," Foaly repeated loftily.
"Watch it," Night commanded. By the tone of pure worry in her voice, Foaly did watch it. Before his amazed eyes, the number went up by one.
"D'Arvit."
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A/N: Anyone who guesses the thingy behind Night's name wins a prize… A FREE TRIP TO HAVEN or ATLANTIS!! Thank you…
~ Mage Kitty =^.^=
*winks, then fades out*