"What? What is it?"
"I... I think there's someone watching us..." She looked around them, jumping every time a leaf skittered across the ground in the wind. Finally she stopped looking. "I guess it was just my imagination. My name is Theresa Elizabeth Blakely. It's... a pleasure to meet you Lyre."
"No it isn't." He said starkly.
She now paused to take in his features. His hair was longer than the style that most boys at Hogwarts wore it and wavy. It was a light brown that almost looked like leaves swirling like a painting done by someone going mad. When the light caught it his hair seemed to be a different color altogether, similar to blond. His eyes were what transfixed her. They were large and searching, a purple-grayish color that was almost blue, but stopped short. When he smiled they seemed a little brighter with gold flecks in them. He was much taller than her 5'2", possibly around 5'10", but he didn't look to lanky. In fact his muscles made his figure fill out. She slapped her face and scratched down. "I'm so stupid to be attracted to someone who just attacked me!" She thought.
"Have I got something on my face?"
"What? Oh... no no I'm sorry I was just... sorry." She blushed a light crimson and looked away.
"It's cool... while I was still the statue of Lyre I was staring too." She nodded but still didn't look at him.
"You mentioned your sister but... I don't see anyone."
"OH SHIT!" He bent down and uncovered Hermoine, pulled her head into his lap and pulled the leaves out of her mildly tangled hair. "I'm so sorry Minny, so very very sorry." He stroked her face.
"You're related to Hermoine Granger?!"
"No this is just her clone." He made a face. "Sorry, my kind of humor... No no I'm not directly related to her."
"What?"
"Long, long story."
"All... right." She looked at him questioningly then looked away. " So um... are you a student at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah... Not really."
"What does that mean?"
"It means it's complicated..."
"Right..."
"Are you a student?"
"Well yeah. I'm a 6th Year" He shook his head.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Like I said before, I have an adventurous side."
"Isn't it past your bedtime or something?"
"No. It's only 6 o'clock first of all. And second, even if I did why would you care?"
"Because these woods are dangerous."
"How old are you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
"Lots. How... Old... Are... You?"
"Jeez. I'm 17... well I'm turning 18 soon."
"And you say you're not a student?"
"Look. I don't even know you... so I don't have to tell you anything... why don't you go inside and leave me ALONE!"
"What is your problem?! I was just going to point out that you are only a year older than me... so you have no right to ORDER ME AROUND!"
"You can go to hell! You little..." He paused and listened.
"You hear it too now don't you..."
"Shhhh." He said and pulled her down next to him.
"What do you think it is?"
"Do you not know what Shh means?"
"I know what it means I'm not a five year old."
"Then shut your trap!" He whispered at her.
Out of the bushes came what looked like swirling mist. It was a strange color, blood red and it made them both nervous. It came towards them, then paused above them as if it were watching them. Theresa gripped Lyre's arm so tightly he could feel his circulation cut off.
"What... is that?" She said, still staring into the dangerous vortex.
"I-I... I don't know..." He looked over at her. "Can I have my arm back?"
"No. No no no." She said.
"Come on then..." He said. He backed up carefully, eventually easing his arm out of her grip. As soon as he was free though, she stopped moving, so he took her hand and pulled her back with him, crouching.
"What about your sister?" She said quietly.
"I'm saving her. On three we run okay?" She nodded. "1... 2... 3..." He stood along with her and darted back through the woods, dragging her behind him.
"LYRE!" She screamed as she tripped and fell flat on her face. "OW!" He grabbed her and picked her up then kept running. But as soon as his foot went forward it went through the ground. He fell down a hole and felt so much pain he nearly fainted. He felt as if his skin was being ripped off, piece by piece and every place that he was touching Theresa, his skin was burning as if he were having an allergic reaction to her. He screamed, feeling as though his head was being squeezed in a clamp. The world went dark and he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered was Theresa gripping his neck and screaming a blood curdling scream.
"I... I think there's someone watching us..." She looked around them, jumping every time a leaf skittered across the ground in the wind. Finally she stopped looking. "I guess it was just my imagination. My name is Theresa Elizabeth Blakely. It's... a pleasure to meet you Lyre."
"No it isn't." He said starkly.
She now paused to take in his features. His hair was longer than the style that most boys at Hogwarts wore it and wavy. It was a light brown that almost looked like leaves swirling like a painting done by someone going mad. When the light caught it his hair seemed to be a different color altogether, similar to blond. His eyes were what transfixed her. They were large and searching, a purple-grayish color that was almost blue, but stopped short. When he smiled they seemed a little brighter with gold flecks in them. He was much taller than her 5'2", possibly around 5'10", but he didn't look to lanky. In fact his muscles made his figure fill out. She slapped her face and scratched down. "I'm so stupid to be attracted to someone who just attacked me!" She thought.
"Have I got something on my face?"
"What? Oh... no no I'm sorry I was just... sorry." She blushed a light crimson and looked away.
"It's cool... while I was still the statue of Lyre I was staring too." She nodded but still didn't look at him.
"You mentioned your sister but... I don't see anyone."
"OH SHIT!" He bent down and uncovered Hermoine, pulled her head into his lap and pulled the leaves out of her mildly tangled hair. "I'm so sorry Minny, so very very sorry." He stroked her face.
"You're related to Hermoine Granger?!"
"No this is just her clone." He made a face. "Sorry, my kind of humor... No no I'm not directly related to her."
"What?"
"Long, long story."
"All... right." She looked at him questioningly then looked away. " So um... are you a student at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah... Not really."
"What does that mean?"
"It means it's complicated..."
"Right..."
"Are you a student?"
"Well yeah. I'm a 6th Year" He shook his head.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Like I said before, I have an adventurous side."
"Isn't it past your bedtime or something?"
"No. It's only 6 o'clock first of all. And second, even if I did why would you care?"
"Because these woods are dangerous."
"How old are you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
"Lots. How... Old... Are... You?"
"Jeez. I'm 17... well I'm turning 18 soon."
"And you say you're not a student?"
"Look. I don't even know you... so I don't have to tell you anything... why don't you go inside and leave me ALONE!"
"What is your problem?! I was just going to point out that you are only a year older than me... so you have no right to ORDER ME AROUND!"
"You can go to hell! You little..." He paused and listened.
"You hear it too now don't you..."
"Shhhh." He said and pulled her down next to him.
"What do you think it is?"
"Do you not know what Shh means?"
"I know what it means I'm not a five year old."
"Then shut your trap!" He whispered at her.
Out of the bushes came what looked like swirling mist. It was a strange color, blood red and it made them both nervous. It came towards them, then paused above them as if it were watching them. Theresa gripped Lyre's arm so tightly he could feel his circulation cut off.
"What... is that?" She said, still staring into the dangerous vortex.
"I-I... I don't know..." He looked over at her. "Can I have my arm back?"
"No. No no no." She said.
"Come on then..." He said. He backed up carefully, eventually easing his arm out of her grip. As soon as he was free though, she stopped moving, so he took her hand and pulled her back with him, crouching.
"What about your sister?" She said quietly.
"I'm saving her. On three we run okay?" She nodded. "1... 2... 3..." He stood along with her and darted back through the woods, dragging her behind him.
"LYRE!" She screamed as she tripped and fell flat on her face. "OW!" He grabbed her and picked her up then kept running. But as soon as his foot went forward it went through the ground. He fell down a hole and felt so much pain he nearly fainted. He felt as if his skin was being ripped off, piece by piece and every place that he was touching Theresa, his skin was burning as if he were having an allergic reaction to her. He screamed, feeling as though his head was being squeezed in a clamp. The world went dark and he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered was Theresa gripping his neck and screaming a blood curdling scream.