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crappery Well, I got back from the Cayman Islands at nine tonight and got to copying this episode out of the book I bought while I was there. For any of you who have been there and went shopping in Georgetown, I only have one thing to tell you. Big Black Dick...I shit my pants. Thanks for the reviews my luvs! Go to the Caymans my minions! GO! The response I got to the question I asked was overwhelming and I agree with all of you. Smoke needs to die. But the question is, when will it be if it ever occurs? Oh yeah...I'm writing the Christmas chapters now, so if any of you have any questions I said I would answer or you would like to be answered, please review them or email them to me at whitemagicwiccayahoo.com. I want to make sure I get them all in! Blegh, it's already obscenely long...HA...
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SweetCheeksDracoLuver: shivers Please no...
Crazedgulr1291: Hehe...
jungie: I LUB YOU TOO!
YamiClara: I have it all planned out as to how Draco tells Mynee he knows what she is...There will be a long talk when she gets back.
Shadowed Rains: Grins Thanks!!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Merlin's Daughter's Diary plays a lovely little role in the story...It will be used well...
Dyth: Thanks!
Alcapacien: He might be killed off...strokes nonexistent beard
littoxkigga: Hahaha...Yeah it did...
Sa: Oh he will be castrated and then murdered slowly...
Sammie: Hehe...
Gwenivive: He does need to die.
gottalovedrakie: Is this soon enough?
dreamingmaggie: Wow, you really think he should be killed...
Jessi: Ahahhahaaa...coughs
Samurai Amaya: First o' all, you name is totally awesome. I love samurais and ninjas...They rock my knickers...Thank you!
AmericanDemon: How in the name of Merlin's spotty bum did his knee connect with your nose?? I've heard that if you put a lot of those kinda products into your hair it makes it all yucky and thin and sometimes it falls out...But what if that gay friend was...evil? Minty sporks? Can I eat them?
Honey Mocha Citrus: Hehe, nobody likes dear ole' Smoke...I wonder why...I try to include as many as I can.
Satans Little Angel: Or is there...
cherri-lime91: Aww...I feel so touched and loved! snuggles
sPrIgHtLy KnAvE MaLfOy KnAvE: Well pookie, that one page in Merlin's diary acts sorta like her conscious and the rest is just a simple diary. I can't tell you any more really...
shadow-fairy-kitten: Perhaps there are bad guys...giggles evilly
Cirith of Slytherin: I'm trying to hurry up filler bits between now and Chrimbi...
Tigoamy: Oh I can't tell you who he is right now...
Weee!! Thank you everyone!
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Eyes of the Hidden-Chapter Twenty
The morning of the first Quidditch match was besieged with flurries of early snow that blanketed the countryside in white. Hogwarts was
perched upon its hill, glowing warmly to all the eyes that could see it. Up in the Prefect's dormitory, Mynee sat on the window seat in her bedroom,
watching tiny snowflakes drift past the glass. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she let her cool forehead against the frost panel. The game would be
hellish. She pulled the thick blanket tighter around her shoulders as if the ward off any ill omens. She shivered a little and pressed her free hand
against the glass. A slightly sad expression crossed her perfect face when she saw that no condensation formed on the other side of the window.
"I am dead." She whispered quietly.
She sighed again, this time much softer. Her mortal soul was long gone and no amount of wishing as ever going to bring it back. She was a
Vampyre; her black blood was a testimony to that. She sat on the padded window seat for a few more minutes, watching the sun rise, light
creeping over the land, forcing the killers of the night to return to their dark lairs. A slight smile crossed her lips as she pushed herself onto her
feet. The Quidditch match was not for several hours, but she felt the need to dress herself in the customary canary yellow robes and go fly around
the pitch.
Just as Mynee was creeping out of her room, someone's arms wrapped around her waist, she jumped slightly and a warm chuckle sounded
next to her ear.
"Creeping out this early? What ever could you be doing?"
"Err...I wanted to practice for the game..."
"You have been for weeks. How much more practice do you need?"
"Not much more...Let go?"
Draco laughed softly and shook his head. "Nope. I'll come with you."
"You sure? Smoke would love to book you somehow for 'tampering with valuable players' or something."
"Who's the Prefect between the two of us?"
"Good point...Get your broom and let's go."
She turned around in his hold and lightly pecked his lips. He smiled to hr and ran up the stairs for his broom. Mynee leaned against the back of one
of the couches. What was she doing? She was on of the undead and she was gallivanting about with a mortal. Nothing goof would come from their
relationship. He would never accept her when he found out what she really was. She dropped her face into her hands and sighed quietly. Draco
crept back down the stairs and tapped her a top the head.
"You okay Hermione?"
She jerked her head up and smiled weakly to him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Ready?"
He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Let's go."
Mynee looked at her boyfriend and smiled slightly. He was acting like the little boy who had been repressed for so long. She knew these
times were good for him, but it hut her to know that she would not always be around to help him to open up. She had to break it up between them
to protect his future, no matter how much it ripped her up inside. She would do it after the fame. Draco flew up beside her and grinned childishly at
her.
"Hello...Wanna race?"
"Race?" Where?"
"To the far goalposts and back. Loser has to kiss Snape!!"
She looked at him for a moment and then let out a shudder. She did not want to kiss that putrid man, but to see Draco do it would be priceless.
"Okay, but winner decides when and where. Okay?"
"Kay!"
"Ready, Set..."
"GO!"
Draco shot off like a spell freed from a wand, Mynee right behind him. Through the happy haze in her mind, there was a tiny part of her whispering
over and over again that this could be one of the last times they would ever do anything together. The wind flew past her face, sending her hair
streaming behind her like a banner the colour of old blood. She did not, could not, see anything but the glimmering fold goalposts shining brightly in
the early morning sun. As she whipped around them and started the quick flight back, a small of portion of her registered that she was quite cold.
She drew up next to Draco and tightened her grip on her broom. He was laughing like a loon as he leaned down of the handle, urging his ride to go
faster. Mynee took a deep breath and forced her Super Nova to jet forward, enabling her to kick her boyfriend's arse. Her broom came to a stop
and she grinned evilly to him.
"After Potions tomorrow. You can use any spell or potion to make your...duty any easier."
Draco glared lightly at her and leaned across the space between them to clout her over the head. She easily evaded his hand and playfully stuck
her tongue out at him.
"Missed me!"
"Hate you..."
"Know ya do!" She chirped.
He snorted and resettled himself on his broom. "Do I really have to kiss Snape?"
"That was the bargain. You woulda made me kiss him hat I lost."
"But you're a girl..."
"Your point? Hey, you wanna change it to McGonagall instead? Perhaps Trelawny..."
He looked at her in horror.
"They're even worse than Snape! How can you do this to me?"
"Because you'd do it to me."
He snorted darkly and burrowed down into the soft warmth of his cloak. The snow was coming down harder, obscuring most of the natural light.
Mynee shivered and looked over at the castle.
"It looks so pretty this time of year. You'd never think that an entire species was being wiped out as we speak."
Draco looked at her in confusion. "What in the name of Merlin's hair back are you talking about?"
She blushed faintly, the little amount of mortal blood in her system coloring her cheeks.
"Err...Never mind...I'm gonna go get something to eat. I'll pass out during the fame if I don't."
"Sure, I'll be cheering for you."
She kissed him lightly. "I know you will. See you later."
He smiled warmly to her and watched her with a tender gaze as she flew down. He bit his lower lip lightly. All he had to do now was try and figure
out what she meant about a 'whole species' being wiped out...
Mynee sat at the far end of the Gryffindor table, right by the door. She pushed around some of the scrambled eggs on her place, a slight
grimace on her face. She hated eggs. She dropped her fork onto her plate and picked up a piece of bacon. Somebody sat down beside her and she
raised her head to greet Furion.
"Hello Fur...Oh it's you."
Potter had just sat down beside her with a superior smirk on his face.
"Hello Bunny."
"Fuck off Potter."
"Hmmm...No, I like it right here."
"Fine. I'm leaving." She was about to get up when he forced her back into her chair.
"You aren't allowed to leave until I say what I need to say."
"I don't want to listen to what you have to say. Bugger off."
He tightened his grip on her arm, his eyes glowing with an insane anger.
"You aren't going to win today. You are a good for nothing whore who's slept around to get where you are now. You will not catch that snitch!" He
hissed at her, the insanity in his eyes getting brighter.
Mynee's hues morphed into vivid, bloody crimson as she glared at him. She ripped her arm out of his grasp and rubbed the bruised flesh as it
healed.
"Listen up Potter, cause I'm only gonna say this once to you. I am going to catch the snitch. It does not matter what you say nor do, I will win
the game." She pushed herself up off of the bench, that piece of rather floppy, cold bacon still dangling from one of her hands.
Potter watched her go, along with a shadow hiding in a corner of the massive Great Hall.
Mynee grumbled darkly as she strode towards the pitch. She hated that boy so much. She could hardly believe that they had been friends
at one point in time. A slight snort escaped her lips as she jogged past the Forbidden Forest, trying to ignore the familiar sense of foreboding that
washed over her soul like icy water. She always got the feeling that someone or something was watching her. As she got to the point in the path
that was closest to the forest, something stirred in the bushes and a bolt of fear shot up her spine. She started running faster and let out a
squeak when something grabbed her ankle. She fell to the ground, qyickly rolling or so she could see her attacker. A rather small humanoid creature
perched itself on her chest, looking at her with opalescent hues.
"Beware the hidden eyes. They watch you until you die. They will kill you so you can't fulfill your destiny. Beware."
The small faerie looked at her for another long minute, before leaping off of her chest and scurrying back into the forest. Mynee pushed herself up
into a sitting position, rubbing her now bruised ribs.
"What the hell was that? What the hell are hidden eyes and what do they have to do with me?" She sighed softly and slowly got up to her feet.
She would never understand immortals, even though she was one of them. She ran a hand through her slightly unruly hair and brushed the snow
from the path off of her robes. It would not bode well for her if she showed up for the pre-game pep talk with a wet bum. She started walking
again, her eyes on the golden goal posts. Just before she entered the stands, the voice of her dear familiar echoed softly between her ears.
'Good luck Mistress, I want you to win. You'll show the Potter boy who's the better Seeker. Maybe Hufflepuff will win the Housecup this year!'
'How do you know about the Housecup Evi?'
'You broadcast your thoughts really loudly sometimes right before you go to bed. You thought about Hufflepuff winning the Housecup a few nights
ago. You think it could be a possibility Mistress?'
'Maybe, the team is good this year. If Some shapes up, perhaps Hufflepuff will win for the first time since this hellish place was founded. You know
what Evi?'
'What?'
'I never knew there were so many superficial shallow people in this world. It seems to be completely over populated with them.'
'I don't understand Mistress. Who are these you people you talk about?'
'Potter is one of them. I'm not too sure if he is one of those people, or if he's just completely nutters. Either way, I loathe him with every fiber of
my being.'
'I go with the latter. I will leave your mind now. Good luck.'
With that, the warm presence in her mind disappeared and she felt profoundly along for a minute. A shiver ran through her as she hurried towards
the Hufflepuff dugout. She felt as if someone was watching her.
Mynee tucked her legs beneath her bum as her eyes followed Smoke as he paced about. He was talking to the team, going over all of the
plays they had been practicing since Quidditch season started. She snorted softly and rested the handle of her broom against her thigh. The game
was not going to start for another then minutes, so she might as well braid her mane of hair. She quickly plaited her reddish locks and playfully
swung it around her shoulder so it would hit Furion full on in the face. She snickered quietly at his totally surprised expression, much to Smoke's
displeasure.
"What are you lot laughing at? You should be paying attention!"
Mynee raised a brow at him, a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Paying attention? Smoke, we've gone over every single one of these plays since the
season started. We're ready, give it a bloody rest."
The rest of the team burst into raucous applause, all thoroughly fed up. Smoke looked at her for a moment, that creepy, possessive lust he
harbored for her came to light in his eyes. Mynee shuddered slightly and soon after, it disappeared. Moments later there was an eruption of
applause from outside. That was their signal that the game was about to start. The team lined up in their correct order, and before any of them
really knew what was happening, their names were being called by Nickie Jordan, Lee's little sister. Mynee took a deep breath and mounted her
broom. Mynee took a deep breath and mounted her broom. Just as she kicked off, she heard her name and she shot out of the dugout. Bitter cold
was the first thing she noticed as the air flew past her ears. The snow storm had intensified while she was inside and it was extremely hard to see
anything beyond a five foot radius. Luckily for her, the frigid weather really did not bother her, thanks to the sluggish black blood in her veins that
flowed like water when outside the confines of her body. She heard the whistle that signified the beginning of the game shrill and she quickly rose
from her feeble thirty feet. Within moments she found out hwy so many Quidditch players were injured while playing. Innumerous bludgers had
flown at her and she had nearly crashed into the Ravenclaw goal posts only moments before. It probably did not help that most of her
concentration was being spent on keeping the snitch form attacking her head in its eagerness to be close to her. A large gust of wind came out of
no where, forcing her broom into a series of terrifying mid-air cartwheels that made her nearly loose her perch. To her, and probably everyone
else's, greatest surprise, that single gust of wind had blown away the snow cloud. Mynee's lifted into a smile as she let her eyes skim across the
spectators. The Slytherins were all supporting the Ravenclaws, except for a solitary person who had a black and yellow scarf wrapped tightly
around his neck. The joy in her heart dwindled rapidly at her boyfriend's antics when she remembered what she had to do after the game. A
glimmer of golf caught her eye as she noticed the snitch fluttering around in the middle of the pitch. Amelia Albeck, the Ravenclaw seeker, saw it
at the exact same moment. Both girls shot off, the crowds catching sight of them and starting to scream with excitement.
"The seekers have seen the snitch! They're almost there..."
Mynee leaned down further on the neck of her broom, reaching her hand out. She was so close, just a few more inches...Her hand closed over the
struggling golden ball and a triumphant cry escaped her lips as she veered away from Furion. He grinned widely to her and she smiled back. She
turned her eyes to the crowds so she could see Draco's jubilant face. She skimmed the stands again and froze when her hues met a pair of cold,
sparkling ocean blue eyes. She knew in the very marrow of her bones who this was. A cry of terror slipped from her lips as the gaze sucked the
very mortal strength and life from her. Just before the freezing, unfeeling darkness swallowed her up, her mind registered that she was falling and
she most likely would never wake up once she hit the ground. Not even a Vampyre could pull their scattered body parts together...
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OOhh...You should all be SO proud of me! I didn't snorkel yesterday because I wanted to get this episode as soon as possible! OMG...You ALL need
to go to the Cayman Islands. The water is so clear and warm and yummy... I'm writing the Christmas chapters now, so if any of you have any
questions I said I would answer or you would like to be answered, please review them or email them to me at whitemagicwiccayahoo.com. I
want to make sure I get them all in! Blegh, it's already obscenely long...HA...
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Your Lord and Master;
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crappery Well, I got back from the Cayman Islands at nine tonight and got to copying this episode out of the book I bought while I was there. For any of you who have been there and went shopping in Georgetown, I only have one thing to tell you. Big Black Dick...I shit my pants. Thanks for the reviews my luvs! Go to the Caymans my minions! GO! The response I got to the question I asked was overwhelming and I agree with all of you. Smoke needs to die. But the question is, when will it be if it ever occurs? Oh yeah...I'm writing the Christmas chapters now, so if any of you have any questions I said I would answer or you would like to be answered, please review them or email them to me at whitemagicwiccayahoo.com. I want to make sure I get them all in! Blegh, it's already obscenely long...HA...
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SweetCheeksDracoLuver: shivers Please no...
Crazedgulr1291: Hehe...
jungie: I LUB YOU TOO!
YamiClara: I have it all planned out as to how Draco tells Mynee he knows what she is...There will be a long talk when she gets back.
Shadowed Rains: Grins Thanks!!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin: Merlin's Daughter's Diary plays a lovely little role in the story...It will be used well...
Dyth: Thanks!
Alcapacien: He might be killed off...strokes nonexistent beard
littoxkigga: Hahaha...Yeah it did...
Sa: Oh he will be castrated and then murdered slowly...
Sammie: Hehe...
Gwenivive: He does need to die.
gottalovedrakie: Is this soon enough?
dreamingmaggie: Wow, you really think he should be killed...
Jessi: Ahahhahaaa...coughs
Samurai Amaya: First o' all, you name is totally awesome. I love samurais and ninjas...They rock my knickers...Thank you!
AmericanDemon: How in the name of Merlin's spotty bum did his knee connect with your nose?? I've heard that if you put a lot of those kinda products into your hair it makes it all yucky and thin and sometimes it falls out...But what if that gay friend was...evil? Minty sporks? Can I eat them?
Honey Mocha Citrus: Hehe, nobody likes dear ole' Smoke...I wonder why...I try to include as many as I can.
Satans Little Angel: Or is there...
cherri-lime91: Aww...I feel so touched and loved! snuggles
sPrIgHtLy KnAvE MaLfOy KnAvE: Well pookie, that one page in Merlin's diary acts sorta like her conscious and the rest is just a simple diary. I can't tell you any more really...
shadow-fairy-kitten: Perhaps there are bad guys...giggles evilly
Cirith of Slytherin: I'm trying to hurry up filler bits between now and Chrimbi...
Tigoamy: Oh I can't tell you who he is right now...
Weee!! Thank you everyone!
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Eyes of the Hidden-Chapter Twenty
The morning of the first Quidditch match was besieged with flurries of early snow that blanketed the countryside in white. Hogwarts was
perched upon its hill, glowing warmly to all the eyes that could see it. Up in the Prefect's dormitory, Mynee sat on the window seat in her bedroom,
watching tiny snowflakes drift past the glass. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she let her cool forehead against the frost panel. The game would be
hellish. She pulled the thick blanket tighter around her shoulders as if the ward off any ill omens. She shivered a little and pressed her free hand
against the glass. A slightly sad expression crossed her perfect face when she saw that no condensation formed on the other side of the window.
"I am dead." She whispered quietly.
She sighed again, this time much softer. Her mortal soul was long gone and no amount of wishing as ever going to bring it back. She was a
Vampyre; her black blood was a testimony to that. She sat on the padded window seat for a few more minutes, watching the sun rise, light
creeping over the land, forcing the killers of the night to return to their dark lairs. A slight smile crossed her lips as she pushed herself onto her
feet. The Quidditch match was not for several hours, but she felt the need to dress herself in the customary canary yellow robes and go fly around
the pitch.
Just as Mynee was creeping out of her room, someone's arms wrapped around her waist, she jumped slightly and a warm chuckle sounded
next to her ear.
"Creeping out this early? What ever could you be doing?"
"Err...I wanted to practice for the game..."
"You have been for weeks. How much more practice do you need?"
"Not much more...Let go?"
Draco laughed softly and shook his head. "Nope. I'll come with you."
"You sure? Smoke would love to book you somehow for 'tampering with valuable players' or something."
"Who's the Prefect between the two of us?"
"Good point...Get your broom and let's go."
She turned around in his hold and lightly pecked his lips. He smiled to hr and ran up the stairs for his broom. Mynee leaned against the back of one
of the couches. What was she doing? She was on of the undead and she was gallivanting about with a mortal. Nothing goof would come from their
relationship. He would never accept her when he found out what she really was. She dropped her face into her hands and sighed quietly. Draco
crept back down the stairs and tapped her a top the head.
"You okay Hermione?"
She jerked her head up and smiled weakly to him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Ready?"
He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Let's go."
Mynee looked at her boyfriend and smiled slightly. He was acting like the little boy who had been repressed for so long. She knew these
times were good for him, but it hut her to know that she would not always be around to help him to open up. She had to break it up between them
to protect his future, no matter how much it ripped her up inside. She would do it after the fame. Draco flew up beside her and grinned childishly at
her.
"Hello...Wanna race?"
"Race?" Where?"
"To the far goalposts and back. Loser has to kiss Snape!!"
She looked at him for a moment and then let out a shudder. She did not want to kiss that putrid man, but to see Draco do it would be priceless.
"Okay, but winner decides when and where. Okay?"
"Kay!"
"Ready, Set..."
"GO!"
Draco shot off like a spell freed from a wand, Mynee right behind him. Through the happy haze in her mind, there was a tiny part of her whispering
over and over again that this could be one of the last times they would ever do anything together. The wind flew past her face, sending her hair
streaming behind her like a banner the colour of old blood. She did not, could not, see anything but the glimmering fold goalposts shining brightly in
the early morning sun. As she whipped around them and started the quick flight back, a small of portion of her registered that she was quite cold.
She drew up next to Draco and tightened her grip on her broom. He was laughing like a loon as he leaned down of the handle, urging his ride to go
faster. Mynee took a deep breath and forced her Super Nova to jet forward, enabling her to kick her boyfriend's arse. Her broom came to a stop
and she grinned evilly to him.
"After Potions tomorrow. You can use any spell or potion to make your...duty any easier."
Draco glared lightly at her and leaned across the space between them to clout her over the head. She easily evaded his hand and playfully stuck
her tongue out at him.
"Missed me!"
"Hate you..."
"Know ya do!" She chirped.
He snorted and resettled himself on his broom. "Do I really have to kiss Snape?"
"That was the bargain. You woulda made me kiss him hat I lost."
"But you're a girl..."
"Your point? Hey, you wanna change it to McGonagall instead? Perhaps Trelawny..."
He looked at her in horror.
"They're even worse than Snape! How can you do this to me?"
"Because you'd do it to me."
He snorted darkly and burrowed down into the soft warmth of his cloak. The snow was coming down harder, obscuring most of the natural light.
Mynee shivered and looked over at the castle.
"It looks so pretty this time of year. You'd never think that an entire species was being wiped out as we speak."
Draco looked at her in confusion. "What in the name of Merlin's hair back are you talking about?"
She blushed faintly, the little amount of mortal blood in her system coloring her cheeks.
"Err...Never mind...I'm gonna go get something to eat. I'll pass out during the fame if I don't."
"Sure, I'll be cheering for you."
She kissed him lightly. "I know you will. See you later."
He smiled warmly to her and watched her with a tender gaze as she flew down. He bit his lower lip lightly. All he had to do now was try and figure
out what she meant about a 'whole species' being wiped out...
Mynee sat at the far end of the Gryffindor table, right by the door. She pushed around some of the scrambled eggs on her place, a slight
grimace on her face. She hated eggs. She dropped her fork onto her plate and picked up a piece of bacon. Somebody sat down beside her and she
raised her head to greet Furion.
"Hello Fur...Oh it's you."
Potter had just sat down beside her with a superior smirk on his face.
"Hello Bunny."
"Fuck off Potter."
"Hmmm...No, I like it right here."
"Fine. I'm leaving." She was about to get up when he forced her back into her chair.
"You aren't allowed to leave until I say what I need to say."
"I don't want to listen to what you have to say. Bugger off."
He tightened his grip on her arm, his eyes glowing with an insane anger.
"You aren't going to win today. You are a good for nothing whore who's slept around to get where you are now. You will not catch that snitch!" He
hissed at her, the insanity in his eyes getting brighter.
Mynee's hues morphed into vivid, bloody crimson as she glared at him. She ripped her arm out of his grasp and rubbed the bruised flesh as it
healed.
"Listen up Potter, cause I'm only gonna say this once to you. I am going to catch the snitch. It does not matter what you say nor do, I will win
the game." She pushed herself up off of the bench, that piece of rather floppy, cold bacon still dangling from one of her hands.
Potter watched her go, along with a shadow hiding in a corner of the massive Great Hall.
Mynee grumbled darkly as she strode towards the pitch. She hated that boy so much. She could hardly believe that they had been friends
at one point in time. A slight snort escaped her lips as she jogged past the Forbidden Forest, trying to ignore the familiar sense of foreboding that
washed over her soul like icy water. She always got the feeling that someone or something was watching her. As she got to the point in the path
that was closest to the forest, something stirred in the bushes and a bolt of fear shot up her spine. She started running faster and let out a
squeak when something grabbed her ankle. She fell to the ground, qyickly rolling or so she could see her attacker. A rather small humanoid creature
perched itself on her chest, looking at her with opalescent hues.
"Beware the hidden eyes. They watch you until you die. They will kill you so you can't fulfill your destiny. Beware."
The small faerie looked at her for another long minute, before leaping off of her chest and scurrying back into the forest. Mynee pushed herself up
into a sitting position, rubbing her now bruised ribs.
"What the hell was that? What the hell are hidden eyes and what do they have to do with me?" She sighed softly and slowly got up to her feet.
She would never understand immortals, even though she was one of them. She ran a hand through her slightly unruly hair and brushed the snow
from the path off of her robes. It would not bode well for her if she showed up for the pre-game pep talk with a wet bum. She started walking
again, her eyes on the golden goal posts. Just before she entered the stands, the voice of her dear familiar echoed softly between her ears.
'Good luck Mistress, I want you to win. You'll show the Potter boy who's the better Seeker. Maybe Hufflepuff will win the Housecup this year!'
'How do you know about the Housecup Evi?'
'You broadcast your thoughts really loudly sometimes right before you go to bed. You thought about Hufflepuff winning the Housecup a few nights
ago. You think it could be a possibility Mistress?'
'Maybe, the team is good this year. If Some shapes up, perhaps Hufflepuff will win for the first time since this hellish place was founded. You know
what Evi?'
'What?'
'I never knew there were so many superficial shallow people in this world. It seems to be completely over populated with them.'
'I don't understand Mistress. Who are these you people you talk about?'
'Potter is one of them. I'm not too sure if he is one of those people, or if he's just completely nutters. Either way, I loathe him with every fiber of
my being.'
'I go with the latter. I will leave your mind now. Good luck.'
With that, the warm presence in her mind disappeared and she felt profoundly along for a minute. A shiver ran through her as she hurried towards
the Hufflepuff dugout. She felt as if someone was watching her.
Mynee tucked her legs beneath her bum as her eyes followed Smoke as he paced about. He was talking to the team, going over all of the
plays they had been practicing since Quidditch season started. She snorted softly and rested the handle of her broom against her thigh. The game
was not going to start for another then minutes, so she might as well braid her mane of hair. She quickly plaited her reddish locks and playfully
swung it around her shoulder so it would hit Furion full on in the face. She snickered quietly at his totally surprised expression, much to Smoke's
displeasure.
"What are you lot laughing at? You should be paying attention!"
Mynee raised a brow at him, a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Paying attention? Smoke, we've gone over every single one of these plays since the
season started. We're ready, give it a bloody rest."
The rest of the team burst into raucous applause, all thoroughly fed up. Smoke looked at her for a moment, that creepy, possessive lust he
harbored for her came to light in his eyes. Mynee shuddered slightly and soon after, it disappeared. Moments later there was an eruption of
applause from outside. That was their signal that the game was about to start. The team lined up in their correct order, and before any of them
really knew what was happening, their names were being called by Nickie Jordan, Lee's little sister. Mynee took a deep breath and mounted her
broom. Mynee took a deep breath and mounted her broom. Just as she kicked off, she heard her name and she shot out of the dugout. Bitter cold
was the first thing she noticed as the air flew past her ears. The snow storm had intensified while she was inside and it was extremely hard to see
anything beyond a five foot radius. Luckily for her, the frigid weather really did not bother her, thanks to the sluggish black blood in her veins that
flowed like water when outside the confines of her body. She heard the whistle that signified the beginning of the game shrill and she quickly rose
from her feeble thirty feet. Within moments she found out hwy so many Quidditch players were injured while playing. Innumerous bludgers had
flown at her and she had nearly crashed into the Ravenclaw goal posts only moments before. It probably did not help that most of her
concentration was being spent on keeping the snitch form attacking her head in its eagerness to be close to her. A large gust of wind came out of
no where, forcing her broom into a series of terrifying mid-air cartwheels that made her nearly loose her perch. To her, and probably everyone
else's, greatest surprise, that single gust of wind had blown away the snow cloud. Mynee's lifted into a smile as she let her eyes skim across the
spectators. The Slytherins were all supporting the Ravenclaws, except for a solitary person who had a black and yellow scarf wrapped tightly
around his neck. The joy in her heart dwindled rapidly at her boyfriend's antics when she remembered what she had to do after the game. A
glimmer of golf caught her eye as she noticed the snitch fluttering around in the middle of the pitch. Amelia Albeck, the Ravenclaw seeker, saw it
at the exact same moment. Both girls shot off, the crowds catching sight of them and starting to scream with excitement.
"The seekers have seen the snitch! They're almost there..."
Mynee leaned down further on the neck of her broom, reaching her hand out. She was so close, just a few more inches...Her hand closed over the
struggling golden ball and a triumphant cry escaped her lips as she veered away from Furion. He grinned widely to her and she smiled back. She
turned her eyes to the crowds so she could see Draco's jubilant face. She skimmed the stands again and froze when her hues met a pair of cold,
sparkling ocean blue eyes. She knew in the very marrow of her bones who this was. A cry of terror slipped from her lips as the gaze sucked the
very mortal strength and life from her. Just before the freezing, unfeeling darkness swallowed her up, her mind registered that she was falling and
she most likely would never wake up once she hit the ground. Not even a Vampyre could pull their scattered body parts together...
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OOhh...You should all be SO proud of me! I didn't snorkel yesterday because I wanted to get this episode as soon as possible! OMG...You ALL need
to go to the Cayman Islands. The water is so clear and warm and yummy... I'm writing the Christmas chapters now, so if any of you have any
questions I said I would answer or you would like to be answered, please review them or email them to me at whitemagicwiccayahoo.com. I
want to make sure I get them all in! Blegh, it's already obscenely long...HA...
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel