DISCLAIMER( I don't own any one except for Nix and her whole story.
It was a dark and stormy night. As lightning pierced through the sky it illuminated a figure pausing outside a door. Its head turned as if checking for any followers then ducked inside.
The figure is our story's main and probably most important character. The setting a pub located in a small village sitting in the shadow of a hill with a castle on top. The figure is a girl that goes by the name of Nix, short for Phoenix, she lives in the village down the steep road and up a shady drive, she lives with her father and brother in a mansion located at the end of the drive, which is also located on sprawling acres of family estate. Her mother died when she was young, a potions mishap some say, the real reason lay deep within those not willing to tell. She had raven black hair striped at the moment with red and silver. I say at the moment for she was a shape shifter, born with the ability to take on any form or shape she pleases. Her eyes were light shade of violet with silver flecks and changed in the sun. She was currently 16, and in her 6th year at Hogwarts, the giant castle on the hill.
As she opened the door to the pub, the firelight dancing on the walls fell merrily across her as if welcoming her in, inviting her to stay. She pushed back the hood of her cloak and walked up to the bar where a couple of wizards were deep in the shot glasses.
A young man, who was cleaning a glass, paused "Hello their Nix haven't seen you around here lately?"
Nix grinned "No I suppose you haven't, I was away for the summer visiting my grand mum in Ireland."
"Ahh Ireland I have some kin there myself, anyways what'll it be? The usual?'
Nix nodded, the usual-three bottles of Firewhiskey. Her face fell for a moment before she plastered a fake cheery smile on. She handed him the money as usual-twenty sickles. He winked at her as she grabbed the basket and walked out.
As she walked along the moonlight, damp dirt path up the street she stepped on some of the falling leaves. They crunched under her feet. She sighed as she stepped onto the dirt of her drive.
She came in the back door the on that led to the kitchen, and set the basket down on the counter gently. Her brother was quietly coming through the door leading into the kitchen at the same time.
"Well you got it?" He said hurriedly.
She nodded and reached into the basket-one, two, three bottles of the Firewhiskey and then out came two bottles of Buterbeer. She smiled to herself and thought 'Bless him'. Her brother grabbed one of the Firewhiskeys and a shot glass and rushed it out. He came back in a few moments later. He leaned against the counter and grabbed on of the Butterbeers.
He waited till Nix had hers opened before saying, "To a new year at Hogwarts, may it be one of your best." He clinked her bottle and took a swig. "So you have everything?"
Nix nodded "I'm pretty sure, let's see."her voice faltered as she did a mental checklist in her head. "Yes I have everything, and if I don't you can send it to me."
The next morning her brother woke her at noon. "Hey there morning glory", he said as he opened her curtains "Time to get up." He paused and said in a whisper "I sent your stuff there ahead so don't worry about it, here's a couple galleons to treat yourself at the village till the train comes in, stay out of the house dad finished the whole bottle last night and has the hangover from Hell."
She nodded and slipped out of her bed. She pulled on a pair of robes with a small tear at the hem. She tied back her hair, and tiptoed quietly downstairs.
"WHAT IS ALL THAT BLASTED NOISE??!!" a voice roared from the front room. Nix cursed under her breath as her body stiffened. 'Only a few more feet till the door', but before she could make it a huge towering figure stood in her way. "I thought I told you to be quiet?" he said in a dangerous voice. She looked at him not saying a word. As if out of nowhere a hand swung across her face.
His fists pounded what seemed like every inch of her. She half sat there on the ground, a cut across her cheek, and bruises forming on her chest and arm. She stayed there until she knew he had left. It was her only defense. She slowly opened one eye and then, seeing he had left, ducked out the door.
The chilly morning air stung the cut on her cheek and one above her eye. She wiped the blood from both and started to the village.
Okay all that's all for now but if I get enough reviews to be motivated ill write more so review!
It was a dark and stormy night. As lightning pierced through the sky it illuminated a figure pausing outside a door. Its head turned as if checking for any followers then ducked inside.
The figure is our story's main and probably most important character. The setting a pub located in a small village sitting in the shadow of a hill with a castle on top. The figure is a girl that goes by the name of Nix, short for Phoenix, she lives in the village down the steep road and up a shady drive, she lives with her father and brother in a mansion located at the end of the drive, which is also located on sprawling acres of family estate. Her mother died when she was young, a potions mishap some say, the real reason lay deep within those not willing to tell. She had raven black hair striped at the moment with red and silver. I say at the moment for she was a shape shifter, born with the ability to take on any form or shape she pleases. Her eyes were light shade of violet with silver flecks and changed in the sun. She was currently 16, and in her 6th year at Hogwarts, the giant castle on the hill.
As she opened the door to the pub, the firelight dancing on the walls fell merrily across her as if welcoming her in, inviting her to stay. She pushed back the hood of her cloak and walked up to the bar where a couple of wizards were deep in the shot glasses.
A young man, who was cleaning a glass, paused "Hello their Nix haven't seen you around here lately?"
Nix grinned "No I suppose you haven't, I was away for the summer visiting my grand mum in Ireland."
"Ahh Ireland I have some kin there myself, anyways what'll it be? The usual?'
Nix nodded, the usual-three bottles of Firewhiskey. Her face fell for a moment before she plastered a fake cheery smile on. She handed him the money as usual-twenty sickles. He winked at her as she grabbed the basket and walked out.
As she walked along the moonlight, damp dirt path up the street she stepped on some of the falling leaves. They crunched under her feet. She sighed as she stepped onto the dirt of her drive.
She came in the back door the on that led to the kitchen, and set the basket down on the counter gently. Her brother was quietly coming through the door leading into the kitchen at the same time.
"Well you got it?" He said hurriedly.
She nodded and reached into the basket-one, two, three bottles of the Firewhiskey and then out came two bottles of Buterbeer. She smiled to herself and thought 'Bless him'. Her brother grabbed one of the Firewhiskeys and a shot glass and rushed it out. He came back in a few moments later. He leaned against the counter and grabbed on of the Butterbeers.
He waited till Nix had hers opened before saying, "To a new year at Hogwarts, may it be one of your best." He clinked her bottle and took a swig. "So you have everything?"
Nix nodded "I'm pretty sure, let's see."her voice faltered as she did a mental checklist in her head. "Yes I have everything, and if I don't you can send it to me."
The next morning her brother woke her at noon. "Hey there morning glory", he said as he opened her curtains "Time to get up." He paused and said in a whisper "I sent your stuff there ahead so don't worry about it, here's a couple galleons to treat yourself at the village till the train comes in, stay out of the house dad finished the whole bottle last night and has the hangover from Hell."
She nodded and slipped out of her bed. She pulled on a pair of robes with a small tear at the hem. She tied back her hair, and tiptoed quietly downstairs.
"WHAT IS ALL THAT BLASTED NOISE??!!" a voice roared from the front room. Nix cursed under her breath as her body stiffened. 'Only a few more feet till the door', but before she could make it a huge towering figure stood in her way. "I thought I told you to be quiet?" he said in a dangerous voice. She looked at him not saying a word. As if out of nowhere a hand swung across her face.
His fists pounded what seemed like every inch of her. She half sat there on the ground, a cut across her cheek, and bruises forming on her chest and arm. She stayed there until she knew he had left. It was her only defense. She slowly opened one eye and then, seeing he had left, ducked out the door.
The chilly morning air stung the cut on her cheek and one above her eye. She wiped the blood from both and started to the village.
Okay all that's all for now but if I get enough reviews to be motivated ill write more so review!