Disclaimer: I do not own HP. Kahl (whose name may change) is my character,
as well as Sarah and some of the spells and books, namely Magick of
Warfare. Please respect that.
Author's Note: Yes, I know the chapters are short. I may combine them, especially if the story becomes too long and would have ten thousand chapters. ;-) Exaggerating. Please read and review! Down, at the bottom, the little button that says Go. Or else Draco will haunt you!
Is that necessarily a threat? Hm....
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Chapter 3
Draco paced the library. The maid entered and curtseyed. "You called, young master?"
Draco pointed at the shelf. "Books were going missing a few days ago. They're back. But where is Magick of Warfare?"
The maid went pale. "Up—upstairs."
"Upstairs?"
She nodded.
"What is it doing up there?"
Her eyes darted around the room. "Um . . ."
"What is it doing up there?" he snapped.
"The . . . the courier is reading it. She had nothing to do, sir, and I . . . that is, she asked if there wasn't something she could do, since she's not well enough to move around yet, and . . ."
Draco's eyes narrowed, and he swept out of the library and up to the guest room. As he stormed into the room, the courier looked up from Magick of Warfare. Her face hardened, jade eyes glinting as he came up to the bedside, his grey eyes glaring.
He held out his hand. "The book," he said.
The courier looked down at the volume, and her expression softened. She ran a hand over the page, shut the tome, and handed it to him. He took it and stalked out of the room.
When he entered the library, the maid was still there, her face pale. "You're dismissed."
"Sir." She curtseyed and ran out.
Draco sat down and opened the book to where the courier had been reading, in the tenth chapter. He frowned and looked in the direction of the stairs. He walked out of the library, back to the guest room.
"Did you actually read the first nine chapters?"
The courier raised her eyebrows at Draco. "Sir?"
He stopped by her bed. "Did you read the first nine chapters?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
He pursed his lips. "Because you were bored or because you enjoyed it? Tell me the truth."
"Both."
"But you did enjoy it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
She breathed deeply. "Because . . . it's interesting."
"Did you understand it?"
The courier drew herself upright, her eyes flashing; then she subsided. "Yes, sir."
Draco considered the chair beside the bed. He drew it back slightly and sat down. "What was your favorite part?"
"From what I've read so far, the countercurses and shield spells."
"They're useful in their own way, but the attacks are more powerful."
"Of course," the courier said evenly.
"What do you mean, of course?"
She paused. "Actually, only some of the attacks are more powerful."
"Such as?"
"The fire spells will cut through many of the weaker shields. On the other side, lightning spells are very effective, but most of them can be warded off with a simple reflective shield."
Draco nodded slowly. "But it's hard to know where a lightning spell will come from."
"Not—" She shut her mouth.
He frowned. "Not what? That isn't a request."
"Not if you know how to read the air. The currents shift unless the lightning spell is cast to run along the existing currents."
"How do you know that?"
"Studying."
Draco looked down at the book. "I'm reading this right now, but I can have the maid bring it back up here when I am done reading it for the day. As long as I have it back by tomorrow morning, you can read it this evening."
The courier's mouth twitched. "Thank you, sir."
Draco regarded the courier. Her eyes were brighter, the irises somewhat clearer. He left.
Author's Note: Yes, I know the chapters are short. I may combine them, especially if the story becomes too long and would have ten thousand chapters. ;-) Exaggerating. Please read and review! Down, at the bottom, the little button that says Go. Or else Draco will haunt you!
Is that necessarily a threat? Hm....
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Chapter 3
Draco paced the library. The maid entered and curtseyed. "You called, young master?"
Draco pointed at the shelf. "Books were going missing a few days ago. They're back. But where is Magick of Warfare?"
The maid went pale. "Up—upstairs."
"Upstairs?"
She nodded.
"What is it doing up there?"
Her eyes darted around the room. "Um . . ."
"What is it doing up there?" he snapped.
"The . . . the courier is reading it. She had nothing to do, sir, and I . . . that is, she asked if there wasn't something she could do, since she's not well enough to move around yet, and . . ."
Draco's eyes narrowed, and he swept out of the library and up to the guest room. As he stormed into the room, the courier looked up from Magick of Warfare. Her face hardened, jade eyes glinting as he came up to the bedside, his grey eyes glaring.
He held out his hand. "The book," he said.
The courier looked down at the volume, and her expression softened. She ran a hand over the page, shut the tome, and handed it to him. He took it and stalked out of the room.
When he entered the library, the maid was still there, her face pale. "You're dismissed."
"Sir." She curtseyed and ran out.
Draco sat down and opened the book to where the courier had been reading, in the tenth chapter. He frowned and looked in the direction of the stairs. He walked out of the library, back to the guest room.
"Did you actually read the first nine chapters?"
The courier raised her eyebrows at Draco. "Sir?"
He stopped by her bed. "Did you read the first nine chapters?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
He pursed his lips. "Because you were bored or because you enjoyed it? Tell me the truth."
"Both."
"But you did enjoy it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
She breathed deeply. "Because . . . it's interesting."
"Did you understand it?"
The courier drew herself upright, her eyes flashing; then she subsided. "Yes, sir."
Draco considered the chair beside the bed. He drew it back slightly and sat down. "What was your favorite part?"
"From what I've read so far, the countercurses and shield spells."
"They're useful in their own way, but the attacks are more powerful."
"Of course," the courier said evenly.
"What do you mean, of course?"
She paused. "Actually, only some of the attacks are more powerful."
"Such as?"
"The fire spells will cut through many of the weaker shields. On the other side, lightning spells are very effective, but most of them can be warded off with a simple reflective shield."
Draco nodded slowly. "But it's hard to know where a lightning spell will come from."
"Not—" She shut her mouth.
He frowned. "Not what? That isn't a request."
"Not if you know how to read the air. The currents shift unless the lightning spell is cast to run along the existing currents."
"How do you know that?"
"Studying."
Draco looked down at the book. "I'm reading this right now, but I can have the maid bring it back up here when I am done reading it for the day. As long as I have it back by tomorrow morning, you can read it this evening."
The courier's mouth twitched. "Thank you, sir."
Draco regarded the courier. Her eyes were brighter, the irises somewhat clearer. He left.