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Chapter 4- Underneath It All

Oliver Wood walked down the corridor on his way to the Great Hall. He skipped breakfast and was very famished. He needed to eat, considering Quidditch would be in a few hours. He needed all the strength he could muster.

As he approached the great hall, he saw a blur of red hair fly past him. He turned his head to see Mekare running towards the doors to the Quidditch fields. 'Rather odd,' Oliver thought. Mekare seemed in an awful hurry to run outdoors. It's been two weeks since she had been in Hogwarts and he they haven't utter a word to eachother. Curiosity got the best of him and he followed her out the door onto the Quidditch field.

The day was hot and sunny. It was the end of October and the leaves were beginning to turn yellow and red, falling onto the clear green grass. Oliver looked all around, but didn't see her. He walked farther into the Quidditch field. In the sky was a few Hufflepuff's working on strategy's, while in the stand were some 1st years watching in awe. Couples were sprinkled about in the lawn, eating their lunch that they brought outside. Seeing this, he wished that he would have just gone straight into the great hall.

Just when he had no hope left, far out in the distance next to the lake, was a figure with red hair. He walked up to the tree where Mekare was sitting under. She was facing the lake; her back leaning against the tree. One hand had a book, the other a cigarette.

Just as Oliver was going to say something as he approached behind her, but stopped himself. What WAS he going to say? Her spent all that time looking for her, but never prepared on what he was going to say.

After a few moments, it was Mekare that broke the silence.
"Are you gonna stare at the back of my head all day, or are you going to sit down?" she asked, not turning to face him, but rather continue reading.

Oliver cleared his throat as he approached, facing her, he sat down. She still didn't stare at him, but rather kept on reading her book. After a few minutes, she took a final drag of her cigarette, threw it in the lake, and put the book away. For the first time that day, she looked at him. He let out a small gasp: he was still not use to the eyes.

She gave him an amused look.
"Can I ask why you're spying on me?"

Oliver looked at her in shock.
"I w-wasn't spying-"
"No? Then what were you doing?"
"You r-ran so q-quickly out the doors, I just wanted to see w-what was wrong," Oliver stammered "My, aren't we a nosy keeper," Maker mused. She took another cigarette out of her robes and lit it. "Well, it you MUST know, nothing's wrong with me. Well, nothing, besides the fact that I've been in deviation with Trelawney for two classes in a row and I desperately need a cigarette after that piece of boring shit. I felt like killing her."

Oliver's eye widened at that comment. Mekare caught it and let out a small grin.
"Scared?" she laughed. "You shouldn't be. Even if I could kill her, can't do any magic on the grounds."
"No magic?" Oliver asked. "None at all?"
"Nope, not even the slights 'Widgardium Leviosa'. I don't even OWN a wand," Mekare then laughed. "Isn't that funny? A witch who can't even do magic with a wand at school. No, I take Potions, History of Magic and Deviations. That's it. No Transfigurations or even Herbology. Not like I cared for them anyways. And the only reason why I have Potions is cause Snape is watching me."
"Well, you have to think, though, you DID come from Azkaban."

For the first time that they began speaking, she glared at them.
"I'd rather be there anyways. Dementors are here, I can't do shit and I have spies up the ass. It starting to piss me off."
"Why DID you go to Azkaban in he first place?" Oliver asked. Maker give a evil smile
"Trade secrete."
"How are you related to Malfoy?"

Mekare then laughed
"Related to THAT little prat? Barely. He's a 2nd cousin. But you know our family..." Mekare then leaned back and close her eyes, inhaling her cigarette.

Oliver spoke up
"You know, you shouldn't be smoking."

Mekare then opened up her eyes and gave him a weird look. The looks then turned to amusement.
"I guess I'll out it out then," and with that, she put on the cigarette on Oliver hand, which was sitting beside her. He screamed in pain, quickly grabbing her hand. She laughed, then stood up. Oliver quickly looked at his hand. He was bleeding, his skin bubbling for the burn. Mekare just started down at him, her eyes locking with his. "Listen here, Mr. Oliver Wood, just because I let you sit next to me doesn't mean we're friends. Don't fuckin act like we are, giving me advice and shit. It could've been worse, I could've put in out in your face," Mekare then said the words 'Infuiam Intare'. A second later, his hand was completely healed.

Mekare then turned and walked away. Wood looked at awe at his hand and shouted to her, "I thought you couldn't do magick!" "No, I said I couldn't do magick WITH A WAND," she replied, walking further away, nothing looking back.

For a second, Oliver Wood looked intrigued, then turned pale. 'What the hell did I just get myself into?'