Magical Magick
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Okay, before I do or say anything, I'll just say this: THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO PC BLOSSOM. S/he's the bad fairy of computers, who (if I don't thank her a lot) will blow up the computer. Just a thing... this story is set after Full Circle, but after she comes back from her school trip in Scotland. I'll be getting her to mention it quite a bit, so it's clear now. I'm okay. REALLY!
Dreams —Morgan—
I sat in my room, hugging the covers around me. A strange dream to have, I thought. Especially when it's the night before exams. I groaned and looked at the time: 4:30 am.
Crap.
I flopped back onto my pillow again, staring up at the roof, trying to get back to sleep. But, it was a lost cause. You know when you are in bed and can think of nothing but serial killers and your family getting cut to pieces? Yeah, it was like that. In the end, I opened my curtains and watched the sun rise. It was incredibly boring, so while it 'watched' the sun rise, I read a book. Even more boring, when you're so tired you could fall asleep, but when you're about to drift off, you immediately think you hear someone trying to get through your window.
I hate dreaming. Or was it nightmares I hated?
For once, Mary K and I got to school on time, and I slumped against my desk, groaning. So tired. Someone tapped my back, and I sat up straighter, looking up into Alisa's friendly face.
"Sleep well?" she asked cheerfully.
"Shut up," I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "It's not funny."
Alisa gave me a hug. "I know, sweetie. Don't worry. Hey! I need to ask you a favour."
"It depends on if I stay awake long enough to even hear the whole thing."
Alisa laughed. "Okay, I'll be quick. I have to see Hunter about something this afternoon, could you take me?"
"I'll say it again: it depends on if I'm awake until then."
Alisa smiled at me. "Coolie. I'll see you at the end of school, then?"
"Uugh..."
I pretty much slogged my way through classes all day, and my teachers kept giving me worried looks. All I said was 'bad night's sleep', if I could talk that much. My tongue was filled with lead, as was the rest of my body. Well, it shows that my body really needs sleep, huh?
At the end of school, I met Alisa at my car, who was holding a bottle of something. She popped open the lid and waved it under my nose. "What the hell is that?!?! That's vile!!"
Well, it woke me up, at least.
Alisa laughed. "It's just smelling salts. Don't worry, they won't kill you."
"You wanna bet on that?" I got into my car with a groan, and Alisa got in the passenger side, still snickering. "It's not funny!!" I groaned, starting the car.
The only thing I can really remember during the uneventful drive to Hunter's was the burning in my nose. It did keep me awake, though. Alisa and I got out of my car and trudged (well, it was really only me who trudged, but...) up to Hunter's front door, where it was opened straight away. Daniel stood in front of us.
"Alisa!! Morgan!! How are you two??"
"I'm okay," I murmured, rubbing my eyes. "Just a little sleepy."
"All right. Well, come in, both of you." As we walked in, I could feel Hunter's eyes on me from the loungeroom, so I walked to him and leaned into his shoulder, moaning.
"I'm so tired..."
He sat me down next to him, both hand on my shoulders. "You dreamed?" I nodded. "What was it about?"
I told him everything, all in extra detail, like watching it from multiple angles and everything, even with surround sound. He sat back in his chair, thinking. "Hmm, well it certainly doesn't sound like any other dreams you've had that have made an impression. It just sounds like a bad dream."
"It felt real, Hunter," I insisted. I was determined to get my point across, but I really could only understand it. It was difficult to explain. "It's so hard to explain, but if you'd have been there..."
"I would do a táth meánma with you, but you're too tired. Perhaps we can try it again another day?"
Morgan nodded. "Okay. Alisa wanted to talk to you about something."
I slowly stood and passed Alisa on the way to the kitchen, nodding tiredly to show she could go in. I sat at the kitchen table and dropped my head onto the table with a loud 'thunk'. I groaned, causing Daniel to chuckle. A chair was pulled out next to me, and I felt Daniel tap my shoulder, making me look up at his weathered face.
He handed me a glass of strange-looking liquid. "Here," he said. "It'll wake you up properly."
I nodded and took a sip.
I felt a little better. Getting up, I walked towards the kitchen door and started to collapse. Drugs. I mentally swore. Daniel had given her sleeping pills to get me to fall asleep. I heard Daniel call to Hunter as my eyes closed, my head hitting the kitchen floor softly.
Mmmm...
The door opened and Hunter walked in, catching sight of me and giving me a smile. I smiled sleepily, rubbing my eyes. He came over and helped me out of the bed, setting me on my feet. I felt a million times better already, and I'd probably only slept a few hours.
"Your parents are here," he murmured, sweeping my hair from my face with his soft hand. "Da invited them over for dinner."
"How long have they been here?" I asked.
"They only just arrived. I told them you were in the bathroom."
I laughed. "Good thinking. Well, let's go downstairs."
Hunter and I walked downstairs, where Hunter's little sister (whom I hadn't been acquainted with as of yet) was setting the table, and Daniel was hurriedly picking up all the candles around the room and stowing them away in a cupboard. He wiped his hands of his pants and smiled at me.
"Have a nice sleep?"
I poked my tongue out at him, and he laughed. My parents and sister then walked into the kitchen, ushered by Sky, who was smiling happily, for once. It seemed she was happy with Hunter, Daniel and Alwyn at home. My sister waved at me frantically, smiling, and I smiled back, imitating her crazy wave. When my parents turned away to talk to Daniel, she mouthed:
"Hgdjgtbmm,skgt!!!"
Well, that's at least what I thought she said...
I shrugged, not understanding what she was saying. She rolled her eyes and turned to Hunter, who immediately engaged Mary K in conversation about school, friends, things like that. Sky tapped me on the shoulder.
"Morgan, have you met Alwyn?"
I shook my head. "No. Hi Alwyn, I'm Morgan."
Alwyn regarded me warily. "Morgan." She said formally, her face showing no expression. "You are Ciaran MacEwan's daughter, right?"
"Yes. What has that got to do with the price of Peas in Pennsylvania?"
Alwyn just turned on her heel and marched off. Sky rubbed her head. "I'm going to go get dinner set up, okay?"
I nodded, heading over to where Hunter and Mary were talking, sitting down on a chair next to Hunter, leaning into his shoulder.
Mary K looked at me. "Are you okay, Morgan?"
I smiled. "Fine."
After dinner, I made Hunter and Daniel stay seated, along with the rest of my family, and Sky, Alwyn and I began to clean up. I put a plug in the sink and started running the hot water, getting the detergent and spraying it into the sink. Sky left the room to clean up the table, and Alwyn came behind me, into the kitchen. A hand snaked out from behind me and turned off the water. I turned around.
"What?"
"I can't believe you're toying with my brother like this," she gritted, her eyes burning. "Just leave him alone."
"What am I doing?" I asked. "I'm not trying to hurt him, you're just being overprotective."
Alwyn glared at me. "If I were you, Ciaran's daughter," she spat. "I'd stay away from my brother."
I turned the water back on, watching the water fuzz into bubbles. "But, the unfortunate thing for you Alwyn is, you're not me, so stay out of my life and my business, okay? Because if you don't, I swear, you're going to regret it."
"How?" Alwyn murmured icily. "You're too weak to do anything to me."
I laughed. "Go back to your playpen, Alwyn. That's all you'll ever be needed for."
Alwyn swore and left the room, slamming her bedroom door upstairs after she'd stomped up the stairs a little.
Sky came into the room, holding a stack of plates, dumping them into the full sink. "What was that about?"
"I'm just getting the same thing from Alwyn that I got from Daniel," I said, scrubbing a plate. "It's no big deal. She'll get used to me after a while."
"No, she won't," Sky murmured. "Once Alwyn's made a decision to hold a grudge, she holds it like a fort. She won't back down."
"Well, I'm just going to try anyway; I'll have to, won't I? And if she doesn't change, she can get used to me, because I'm not leaving someone like Hunter because of his stuck up, tight-ass sister."
Sky nodded sadly. "She's just like that, though."
It wasn't my problem. It wasn't my fault that my mother got knocked up by Ciaran, so why was she holding it against me? The answer was simple: she simply didn't trust me. So why was I bothered by it? A little while later, we left Hunter's house and got home. I sat down in the study for a while and used the computer, typing up an essay I was writing for school, which I was horribly reminded as I switched on the computer: school started next week. Yuck.
With a sigh, I started typing.