Nobara: Okay, so Ron's in the bathroom puking up spiked cola, Harry died in
a car wreck and Hermione ran away to become a stripper so I'll just be
working with Hiei today
Hiei: Those last two aren't true...
Nobara: Just trying to be creative here, geesh give me some credit!!
Hiei::rolls eyes:: Whatever, Harry had a doctor's appointment and Hermione's at the dentist getting a root canal.
Nobara: But that sounds so dull...
Hiei: Get over it!
Ron::from bathroom:: Uhh....Nobara owns n-nothing ::hurls::
Hiei: Ew...
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A few weeks had past since Harry had talked with Professor Tourneti. Nothing really had happened since then, it was kind of strange for the young wizard. Now he felt awkward around Sarina, he'd realized he'd been very rude to her and bit too forward. But she didn't seem to care, she continued on as if it had never happened. Harry was sitting by himself in a corner of the banquet hall, trying to stay awake. Lately he'd had troubling dreams that kept him up all night. And his friends weren't making it better. Hermione was about to run herself crazy with her on the side research of their professor and Ron barely moved unless Ginny and Draco were fighting, it was altogether troubling. A shrill screach and a loud crash shook Harry from his slumber/thoughts. "Do you hear me Malfoy?! I don't want to talk to you again!" he knew who the voice belonged to long before the owner came into the hall.
"Hello Ginny," he said through a yawn as the redhead sat down beside him. "Hello Harry," she said shortly, "why are you in here?" Harry yawned again, "Trying to sleep," he replied. "But I was certain you'd be by the lake watching Professor Tourneti's dancing," she replied, "well I guess I'll see you." As quick as she'd set down she was gone again, he hated the way she did that. It took a moment for Ginny's words to sink in, "Wait a minute, that's today?!" As fast as a snitch (a/n: Couldn't resist) he was running outside, hoping he hadn't missed the performance. A large crowd was gathered at the lake talking amongst themselves, apparently it hadn't started yet. He found Hermione and Ron up towards the front, about ten feet away from a table covered with a black cloth.
"Hello Harry," said a grinning redhead as he walked up to the right of Hermione, who was lookijng quite irratable. "Hello Ron, what's wrong Hermione?" he asked, trying to catch his breath from the jog from the Great Hall. She didn't reply, only looked at the ground mumbling about something. "I forced her out of the common room, she was about to drink everyone absolutely batty with her obsession," explained Ron. Harry nodded and turned his attention to the lake where it began to bubble. A slight gasp came from the students, they hadn't expected that, a cloaked woman was rising from the bubbles. The hooded figure walked across the glassy surface of the lake with ease, her bare feet not causing a ripple as she walked. Touching down on the ground she pulled back her hood to reveal the young and stoic face of Professor Tourneti.
"I'm glad all of you decided to show up for my demonstration," she said calmly. "Excuse me Professor, but what does dancing have to do with DADA?" asked an all too familiar blonde. Sarina smiled slightly as she took the cloth from the table to reveal it bare. "It's not the tango I'm going to show you, it's something that was quite common for my people to do. Not only was it used for show and entertainment, it was a great defense and aerobic," she said with a slight laugh. Waving her open palm over the table Harry saw one of the long ancient knight's sword appear. Undoing the button of her cloak it slid down to the ground to show her as she was the first night she'd been there, minus the blood of course. Her long silver-raven tresses were pulled into a bun on the back of her head held by some foreign object. The white top was nothing more than a piece of fabric with spaghetti straps and gathered just between her breasts with a brooch. The blue skirt was no longer ragged but looked next to perfection, the ocean blue satin came down to just above her knees.
A fine nearly invisble lace came down from the end of the skirt and reached down to the ground. The silver bands were still on her fore and upper arms and two silver bangles were around her left ankle. Picking up the sword she closed her eyes and began to focus on something. A soft sound could be heard, it had an Asian melody to it. Lookig around to see where it came from they found it came from no particular direction. She opened her eyes which flashed violet, green, and then gold and began to slowly twirl the sword around her right and then her left. The pace became a bit faster until she threw it into the air. A soft gasp and the sword came spiralling back down. It landed gently in Sarina's hand and she continued on, doing it several more times, adding a spin into it. After a few seconds she held the sword firm in both her hands and then pulled them apart. Doing so another sword sprang from the first and she went back to doing the the routine, throwing the swords higher.
Stepping back from the twirling swords they fell into the ground, forming a 'x'. Stepping back to the table she picked up two daggers with tiger heads carved into the handles. The two small weapons began to twirl between her fingers as she spun around, going into what looked to be a ballet routine. Her leg went straight out and then folded down to where her foot was touching her knee. The daggers were still spinning in her fingers above her head. A quick flip of her wrists they too were blade down in the ground. It continued on, she used katanas, fencing swords, kadachis (a/n: Spelling?), and several large curved Arabian swords that Harry didn't know the name of. Her movements were liquid smooth and her grace was incredible as she played with the dangerous toys of hers, as always, she was entrancing.
After all the swords she'd conjured were blade down in the ground she took the thing that was in her hair out. The long locks fell over her shoulders down to her waist in elegant waves. "Thank you for baring with me, this is the last thing and then you are free to do whatever. The long slender object in her hand she held out and let fall open. It was the dragon fan, the thing that'd blocked him from kissing his teacher. The dragon was still smirking as though teasing Harry about the whole thing. Slowly she held the hand up, twirling around the lace of her skirt shimmered and belled out around her. As she danced Hermione tugged on Harry and Ron's robe sleeves. Harry hated having to miss any part of the performance but turned to his friend who seemed a bit happier. "It's a summoning dance, this part with the fan. A ritual to summon her spirit beast!" she said excitedly. Harry looked at Ron who looked back just as confused as Harry was.
"She's summoning her spirit beast, the dragon" said Hermione again pointing back at their professor. Another fan was pulled from thin air and the two fans, the silver dragon and the blue dragon, were slammed together. In a large cloud of silver smoke and blue flames a large figure rose. The smirking face of the dragon was the first thing Harry saw, followed by the long slender body and long claws on it's hands. The dragon was black and gave a loud screech before flying around the group, leaving a black trail wherever it flew. There were several screams as people ducked to advoid it, but Harry stood still. The dragon passed through him like it was nothing more than a ghost, and technically it was. He felt a tingling through his entire being and then the flooding sensation of warmth. Looking down at his hands he saw they'd turned pitch black like the dragon. Brushing his hands off they returned to their normal color and the black soot like substance fell to the ground.
A smaller black object rocketed at the dragon who'd stopped for a moment and it pierced him. The small blank fan was stuck in its side like a knife. Letting out another heart piercing screech the form of the beast begon to disappear bit by bit until there was nothing but a wisp of silver smoke and the fan. The silver design of the dragon had returned to the black satin material and had fallen to the ground. "Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed this look into one of the lesser known defenses," said Sarina with a bow. The students applauded as she picked up her fan and turned back to the table, tapping the swords lightly as she passed them. A soft crackle and the blades burst into thousands of small grey butterflies. More appluase and then they went inside.
"That was a great performance Professor," said Harry stepping up to her. She smiled lightly, "Thank you," as the table disappeared and she began walking up to the school. Harry sighed, was she still upset by what had happened? He gave up and walked with her, not saying a word as sound of thunder could be heard. "I've always liked that sound, it's so relaxing," she said keeping her eyes on the stone walls of Hogwarts. Harry nodded, he had too, and the feel of the first small drops of rain speckling his face. But he didn't say anything. He watched her turn her face upwards, a gentle smile on her lips. "What are you doing?" he asked with a laugh. "It may sound silly but I've always loved storms. The thunder, the lightning, the rain, especially the rain," she said. Harry felt a few drops of cool hit his warm cheeks.
Sarina began to laugh as the rain became thicker, spreading her arms out she began to spin in circles. Harry only laughed again as she grabbed his wrists and began to spin him too. Dancing in the rain, it was kind of romantic to him but again he said nothing and only spun with her. Letting go of him she stopped and looked directly at him. "You know what?" she asked. "What?" he replied, folding his arms under the dryness of his robes, it was becoming a little too much for him. "You're it," she said with a smile and flipped his nose gently. "Not for long," he replied and took off after his teacher. Coming up close to her she only laughed and sped up. Before he'd realized it they'd made it back to Hogwarts. He leaned against a wall and tried to catch his breath while Sarina continued to laugh at him. "I-I'll get you n-next time," he said, "Right, keep dreaming," she replied as she tightened the cloak around her.
"Are you cold Professor?" he asked at her gesture. "No, do you know what happens when you get a white shirt wet?" she asked. Harry blushed lightly and stood up, his breath finally caught. "I'm going to go and Harry remember, you have an essay due tomarrow," she said. Walking over she kissed him lightly on the cheek and then disappeared into the dark corridor. He didn't quite remember coming back into the common room but he'd gotten there. Hermione was looking at him with a lit up face, apparently she'd found what she'd been looking for. "Harry? Did you hear me? What's with you?" she asked waving her hand in front of his face. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking...","About what?"," Sarina kissed me","She what?!" Hermione was completely shocked at hearing this, a teacher had kissed Harry? "It was just a little peck on the cheek, don't get your knickers in a bundle," he said.
"Harry it's not that, you don't know who Sarina Tourneti is," she started but was cut off by her friend's angry voice. "And you do? Tell me, what did you find on her ancestors Hermione?" Her face fell a little as she looked over at the book. "You can never be with her Harry, you don't deal well with pain," she said. Harry shook his head, "What do you mean?" Hermione sighed, "The truth about your woman is a hard one, but first I should probably state that Sarina Tourneti is the Crown princess of a dynasty that died and disappeared over two thousand years ago." Harry was confused once again by Hermione, "What does that mean?" "That either Sarina is not Sarina or if the legends are true, she's nore than three thousand years old."
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Nobara: I think that was a good ending for now.
Hiei: Why are you so into cliff hangers?
Nobara: Because I'm evil
Hiei: No arguements.
Nobara: Anyways, see what Sarina Tourneti is on the next exciting chapter of Hearts of Ice!
Ron::still in the bathroom::
Nobara: Hey Ronnie, are you okay?
Ron: I'm locked in the bathroom
Nobara: Are you serious?
Ron: No I just thought I'd see if I could get kicks out of camping out in a freaky bathroom that smells like rotten eggs.
Nobara: Well it's your own fault that it does...
Ron: Just help me!
Nobara: Fine, whiney baby ::goes to find tool kit::
Hiei: Those last two aren't true...
Nobara: Just trying to be creative here, geesh give me some credit!!
Hiei::rolls eyes:: Whatever, Harry had a doctor's appointment and Hermione's at the dentist getting a root canal.
Nobara: But that sounds so dull...
Hiei: Get over it!
Ron::from bathroom:: Uhh....Nobara owns n-nothing ::hurls::
Hiei: Ew...
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A few weeks had past since Harry had talked with Professor Tourneti. Nothing really had happened since then, it was kind of strange for the young wizard. Now he felt awkward around Sarina, he'd realized he'd been very rude to her and bit too forward. But she didn't seem to care, she continued on as if it had never happened. Harry was sitting by himself in a corner of the banquet hall, trying to stay awake. Lately he'd had troubling dreams that kept him up all night. And his friends weren't making it better. Hermione was about to run herself crazy with her on the side research of their professor and Ron barely moved unless Ginny and Draco were fighting, it was altogether troubling. A shrill screach and a loud crash shook Harry from his slumber/thoughts. "Do you hear me Malfoy?! I don't want to talk to you again!" he knew who the voice belonged to long before the owner came into the hall.
"Hello Ginny," he said through a yawn as the redhead sat down beside him. "Hello Harry," she said shortly, "why are you in here?" Harry yawned again, "Trying to sleep," he replied. "But I was certain you'd be by the lake watching Professor Tourneti's dancing," she replied, "well I guess I'll see you." As quick as she'd set down she was gone again, he hated the way she did that. It took a moment for Ginny's words to sink in, "Wait a minute, that's today?!" As fast as a snitch (a/n: Couldn't resist) he was running outside, hoping he hadn't missed the performance. A large crowd was gathered at the lake talking amongst themselves, apparently it hadn't started yet. He found Hermione and Ron up towards the front, about ten feet away from a table covered with a black cloth.
"Hello Harry," said a grinning redhead as he walked up to the right of Hermione, who was lookijng quite irratable. "Hello Ron, what's wrong Hermione?" he asked, trying to catch his breath from the jog from the Great Hall. She didn't reply, only looked at the ground mumbling about something. "I forced her out of the common room, she was about to drink everyone absolutely batty with her obsession," explained Ron. Harry nodded and turned his attention to the lake where it began to bubble. A slight gasp came from the students, they hadn't expected that, a cloaked woman was rising from the bubbles. The hooded figure walked across the glassy surface of the lake with ease, her bare feet not causing a ripple as she walked. Touching down on the ground she pulled back her hood to reveal the young and stoic face of Professor Tourneti.
"I'm glad all of you decided to show up for my demonstration," she said calmly. "Excuse me Professor, but what does dancing have to do with DADA?" asked an all too familiar blonde. Sarina smiled slightly as she took the cloth from the table to reveal it bare. "It's not the tango I'm going to show you, it's something that was quite common for my people to do. Not only was it used for show and entertainment, it was a great defense and aerobic," she said with a slight laugh. Waving her open palm over the table Harry saw one of the long ancient knight's sword appear. Undoing the button of her cloak it slid down to the ground to show her as she was the first night she'd been there, minus the blood of course. Her long silver-raven tresses were pulled into a bun on the back of her head held by some foreign object. The white top was nothing more than a piece of fabric with spaghetti straps and gathered just between her breasts with a brooch. The blue skirt was no longer ragged but looked next to perfection, the ocean blue satin came down to just above her knees.
A fine nearly invisble lace came down from the end of the skirt and reached down to the ground. The silver bands were still on her fore and upper arms and two silver bangles were around her left ankle. Picking up the sword she closed her eyes and began to focus on something. A soft sound could be heard, it had an Asian melody to it. Lookig around to see where it came from they found it came from no particular direction. She opened her eyes which flashed violet, green, and then gold and began to slowly twirl the sword around her right and then her left. The pace became a bit faster until she threw it into the air. A soft gasp and the sword came spiralling back down. It landed gently in Sarina's hand and she continued on, doing it several more times, adding a spin into it. After a few seconds she held the sword firm in both her hands and then pulled them apart. Doing so another sword sprang from the first and she went back to doing the the routine, throwing the swords higher.
Stepping back from the twirling swords they fell into the ground, forming a 'x'. Stepping back to the table she picked up two daggers with tiger heads carved into the handles. The two small weapons began to twirl between her fingers as she spun around, going into what looked to be a ballet routine. Her leg went straight out and then folded down to where her foot was touching her knee. The daggers were still spinning in her fingers above her head. A quick flip of her wrists they too were blade down in the ground. It continued on, she used katanas, fencing swords, kadachis (a/n: Spelling?), and several large curved Arabian swords that Harry didn't know the name of. Her movements were liquid smooth and her grace was incredible as she played with the dangerous toys of hers, as always, she was entrancing.
After all the swords she'd conjured were blade down in the ground she took the thing that was in her hair out. The long locks fell over her shoulders down to her waist in elegant waves. "Thank you for baring with me, this is the last thing and then you are free to do whatever. The long slender object in her hand she held out and let fall open. It was the dragon fan, the thing that'd blocked him from kissing his teacher. The dragon was still smirking as though teasing Harry about the whole thing. Slowly she held the hand up, twirling around the lace of her skirt shimmered and belled out around her. As she danced Hermione tugged on Harry and Ron's robe sleeves. Harry hated having to miss any part of the performance but turned to his friend who seemed a bit happier. "It's a summoning dance, this part with the fan. A ritual to summon her spirit beast!" she said excitedly. Harry looked at Ron who looked back just as confused as Harry was.
"She's summoning her spirit beast, the dragon" said Hermione again pointing back at their professor. Another fan was pulled from thin air and the two fans, the silver dragon and the blue dragon, were slammed together. In a large cloud of silver smoke and blue flames a large figure rose. The smirking face of the dragon was the first thing Harry saw, followed by the long slender body and long claws on it's hands. The dragon was black and gave a loud screech before flying around the group, leaving a black trail wherever it flew. There were several screams as people ducked to advoid it, but Harry stood still. The dragon passed through him like it was nothing more than a ghost, and technically it was. He felt a tingling through his entire being and then the flooding sensation of warmth. Looking down at his hands he saw they'd turned pitch black like the dragon. Brushing his hands off they returned to their normal color and the black soot like substance fell to the ground.
A smaller black object rocketed at the dragon who'd stopped for a moment and it pierced him. The small blank fan was stuck in its side like a knife. Letting out another heart piercing screech the form of the beast begon to disappear bit by bit until there was nothing but a wisp of silver smoke and the fan. The silver design of the dragon had returned to the black satin material and had fallen to the ground. "Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed this look into one of the lesser known defenses," said Sarina with a bow. The students applauded as she picked up her fan and turned back to the table, tapping the swords lightly as she passed them. A soft crackle and the blades burst into thousands of small grey butterflies. More appluase and then they went inside.
"That was a great performance Professor," said Harry stepping up to her. She smiled lightly, "Thank you," as the table disappeared and she began walking up to the school. Harry sighed, was she still upset by what had happened? He gave up and walked with her, not saying a word as sound of thunder could be heard. "I've always liked that sound, it's so relaxing," she said keeping her eyes on the stone walls of Hogwarts. Harry nodded, he had too, and the feel of the first small drops of rain speckling his face. But he didn't say anything. He watched her turn her face upwards, a gentle smile on her lips. "What are you doing?" he asked with a laugh. "It may sound silly but I've always loved storms. The thunder, the lightning, the rain, especially the rain," she said. Harry felt a few drops of cool hit his warm cheeks.
Sarina began to laugh as the rain became thicker, spreading her arms out she began to spin in circles. Harry only laughed again as she grabbed his wrists and began to spin him too. Dancing in the rain, it was kind of romantic to him but again he said nothing and only spun with her. Letting go of him she stopped and looked directly at him. "You know what?" she asked. "What?" he replied, folding his arms under the dryness of his robes, it was becoming a little too much for him. "You're it," she said with a smile and flipped his nose gently. "Not for long," he replied and took off after his teacher. Coming up close to her she only laughed and sped up. Before he'd realized it they'd made it back to Hogwarts. He leaned against a wall and tried to catch his breath while Sarina continued to laugh at him. "I-I'll get you n-next time," he said, "Right, keep dreaming," she replied as she tightened the cloak around her.
"Are you cold Professor?" he asked at her gesture. "No, do you know what happens when you get a white shirt wet?" she asked. Harry blushed lightly and stood up, his breath finally caught. "I'm going to go and Harry remember, you have an essay due tomarrow," she said. Walking over she kissed him lightly on the cheek and then disappeared into the dark corridor. He didn't quite remember coming back into the common room but he'd gotten there. Hermione was looking at him with a lit up face, apparently she'd found what she'd been looking for. "Harry? Did you hear me? What's with you?" she asked waving her hand in front of his face. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking...","About what?"," Sarina kissed me","She what?!" Hermione was completely shocked at hearing this, a teacher had kissed Harry? "It was just a little peck on the cheek, don't get your knickers in a bundle," he said.
"Harry it's not that, you don't know who Sarina Tourneti is," she started but was cut off by her friend's angry voice. "And you do? Tell me, what did you find on her ancestors Hermione?" Her face fell a little as she looked over at the book. "You can never be with her Harry, you don't deal well with pain," she said. Harry shook his head, "What do you mean?" Hermione sighed, "The truth about your woman is a hard one, but first I should probably state that Sarina Tourneti is the Crown princess of a dynasty that died and disappeared over two thousand years ago." Harry was confused once again by Hermione, "What does that mean?" "That either Sarina is not Sarina or if the legends are true, she's nore than three thousand years old."
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Nobara: I think that was a good ending for now.
Hiei: Why are you so into cliff hangers?
Nobara: Because I'm evil
Hiei: No arguements.
Nobara: Anyways, see what Sarina Tourneti is on the next exciting chapter of Hearts of Ice!
Ron::still in the bathroom::
Nobara: Hey Ronnie, are you okay?
Ron: I'm locked in the bathroom
Nobara: Are you serious?
Ron: No I just thought I'd see if I could get kicks out of camping out in a freaky bathroom that smells like rotten eggs.
Nobara: Well it's your own fault that it does...
Ron: Just help me!
Nobara: Fine, whiney baby ::goes to find tool kit::