Magical Magick
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Dream, please don't shoot me, but this chapter is going to be pretty short too. But this chapter is one that makes such a big dent and impact on the story, I just hope I write it well enough!!! Thankyou to everyone who reviewed: I'll get all your names soon and write proper thankyous in my next chapter.
BTW: I apologise for not updating in a while!!! I've been away on a school trip to another city in Australia for a week, so we just flew in from the airport, got home, and now I'm writing this for you because I feel so bad (. Oh well! Just again, if anyone wants to see the Magical Magick picture title, e-mail me at ethnaduanahotmail.com, and I will get it to you as soon as possible. I do recommend that your computer has at least 256 colours, even better than that if possible, because it's quite a complicated picture. Just for people who have read my other Wicca/Sweep fic, I have a title for Under Your Spell, so same goes with Magical Magick, I guess. Enjoy peoplez!!! I love all of you guys who reviewed (not literally, you know what I mean...)
Phone Calls —Hunter—
I waved from the doorway, smiling at the Rowlands' fading car. As soon as they were out of sight, a frown formed on my face and I stormed inside, where Alwyn was sitting in the living room. I grabbed her shoulders and dragged her to her feet.
"What the hell were you doing???" I demanded. "You ruined the whole dinner!!! Morgan feels really bad now, and it's all your fault."
Alwyn just stared past my shoulder, her eyes hard.
I let go of her shoulders and left the room, swearing. Alwyn had only been here for a few days, and already she was causing problems. I sighed. Sisters.
The phone rang, and Sky sprinted down the stairs to answer it. "It's probably Raven," she called, and I nodded, annoyed. She picked it up. "Hello, it's Sky speak—oh! Hang on, I'll just get him, sir."
Sky handed me the phone, mouthing: 'Council.' She shrugged.
"Hello?"
"Hunter? It's Kennett."
I frowned. "What do you want? I don't work for you anymore."
"I know. But I'm just asking you to do me one last favour, before we lose your contact number."
"What is it?"
"You know now that some people from England have been complaining about... certain troubles in their country."
"Kennett..."
"So many people are getting killed, just in pursuit of one..."
"Kennett, get to the point."
"I need you to go to a school where this one person attends, and protect him."
"Kennett!!"
"He needs your help, and as a former member of the International Council Of Witches, you know more than the basics of both kinds of magick, or magic, should I say..."
"Kennett..."
"Yes?"
"I don't work for you anymore. Why do you keep coming to me when you have the slightest problem??"
"This isn't the slightest problem, boy, this is the real thing. This is more important than Selene Belltower and Cal Blaire, because of two reasons; One: this man is like the evil person from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Two: he's now the new leader of Amyranth. His name is Voldemort, and Voldemort equals death, and Amyranth equals evil. Put the two together, and we could be looking at the next possible Apocalypse."
I nodded. "I understand all that Kennett, I really do. But it's just not my problem anymore, okay? I'm not going around, running after some kid because I don't work for the council anymore. I've had enough, and when I say I've had enough, I've had enough!! I quit the council because I wanted nothing to do with all of you!! Don't you understand??"
Kennett sighed. "I'm sorry Hunter, it's just... you're the only one in the unit who can use all the weapons and spells needed for this mission—"
"I'm not worrying about that! Teach someone else—"
"—and out of al the members of the unit, you're the only one left alive. We can't send another Seeker or something, the rest we have are either amateurs, or too old to move their right index finger. Hunter, you're our last hope. This boy means everything to the world."
Now I felt kind of bad.
I sighed. "How long would I be away for?"
I almost felt Kennett smile happily. "It's hard to say... it depends on how long you need to be there."
"If I'm away for more than a year..."
"You can come back. We'll let you come home... for a while."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "When do I have to leave?"
"September the 1st."
"WHAT?!?! That's in less than a week!!"
"Well, you better get packing, then. Come to the London Council Quarters two days before September the 1st. Then, we'll get you off to Hogwarts."
"Hog—what??"
"Hogwarts. It's a school."
"I gathered that."
"I'll see you in a couple of days, then."
"Kennett—"
CLICK. BEEP BEEP BEEP...
I slammed down the phone in exasperation, then went upstairs to begin packing. I would have to leave by tomorrow night. While I started packing, I grabbed my cell phone and called the airport.
"Hello? Yes, is a seat free for a flighty tomorrow evening? It is? Yes, yes, all right, I understand. Thankyou very much sir."
I put down the cell phone and began to pack, knowing I would be leaving tomorrow night at nine o'clock. The door to my bedroom was quietly pushed open, and Sky came in, looking at my suitcase.
"What is this?"
"I have to go to England tomorrow night. Don't ask me how long I'll be gone... even I don't know."
"What are you going for?"
I sighed. "I really don't know myself, actually. Just a kind of favour for someone."
Sky collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. "Morgan's not going to like this..."
"Morgan's not going to like this," I agreed, grabbing a few shirts and throwing them into my suitcase, all jumbled. Sky tsk-tsked.
"No! We can't have that! Here." She stood up and took my shirts out of my suitcase and folded them neatly, stacking them also very neatly into my bag.
"Maybe... you could ask her??" I asked carefully.
"No way," she said sincerely. "I'm not her boyfriend, you are. It's her job."
I nodded sadly. "Evil day..."
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Dream, please don't shoot me, but this chapter is going to be pretty short too. But this chapter is one that makes such a big dent and impact on the story, I just hope I write it well enough!!! Thankyou to everyone who reviewed: I'll get all your names soon and write proper thankyous in my next chapter.
BTW: I apologise for not updating in a while!!! I've been away on a school trip to another city in Australia for a week, so we just flew in from the airport, got home, and now I'm writing this for you because I feel so bad (. Oh well! Just again, if anyone wants to see the Magical Magick picture title, e-mail me at ethnaduanahotmail.com, and I will get it to you as soon as possible. I do recommend that your computer has at least 256 colours, even better than that if possible, because it's quite a complicated picture. Just for people who have read my other Wicca/Sweep fic, I have a title for Under Your Spell, so same goes with Magical Magick, I guess. Enjoy peoplez!!! I love all of you guys who reviewed (not literally, you know what I mean...)
Phone Calls —Hunter—
I waved from the doorway, smiling at the Rowlands' fading car. As soon as they were out of sight, a frown formed on my face and I stormed inside, where Alwyn was sitting in the living room. I grabbed her shoulders and dragged her to her feet.
"What the hell were you doing???" I demanded. "You ruined the whole dinner!!! Morgan feels really bad now, and it's all your fault."
Alwyn just stared past my shoulder, her eyes hard.
I let go of her shoulders and left the room, swearing. Alwyn had only been here for a few days, and already she was causing problems. I sighed. Sisters.
The phone rang, and Sky sprinted down the stairs to answer it. "It's probably Raven," she called, and I nodded, annoyed. She picked it up. "Hello, it's Sky speak—oh! Hang on, I'll just get him, sir."
Sky handed me the phone, mouthing: 'Council.' She shrugged.
"Hello?"
"Hunter? It's Kennett."
I frowned. "What do you want? I don't work for you anymore."
"I know. But I'm just asking you to do me one last favour, before we lose your contact number."
"What is it?"
"You know now that some people from England have been complaining about... certain troubles in their country."
"Kennett..."
"So many people are getting killed, just in pursuit of one..."
"Kennett, get to the point."
"I need you to go to a school where this one person attends, and protect him."
"Kennett!!"
"He needs your help, and as a former member of the International Council Of Witches, you know more than the basics of both kinds of magick, or magic, should I say..."
"Kennett..."
"Yes?"
"I don't work for you anymore. Why do you keep coming to me when you have the slightest problem??"
"This isn't the slightest problem, boy, this is the real thing. This is more important than Selene Belltower and Cal Blaire, because of two reasons; One: this man is like the evil person from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Two: he's now the new leader of Amyranth. His name is Voldemort, and Voldemort equals death, and Amyranth equals evil. Put the two together, and we could be looking at the next possible Apocalypse."
I nodded. "I understand all that Kennett, I really do. But it's just not my problem anymore, okay? I'm not going around, running after some kid because I don't work for the council anymore. I've had enough, and when I say I've had enough, I've had enough!! I quit the council because I wanted nothing to do with all of you!! Don't you understand??"
Kennett sighed. "I'm sorry Hunter, it's just... you're the only one in the unit who can use all the weapons and spells needed for this mission—"
"I'm not worrying about that! Teach someone else—"
"—and out of al the members of the unit, you're the only one left alive. We can't send another Seeker or something, the rest we have are either amateurs, or too old to move their right index finger. Hunter, you're our last hope. This boy means everything to the world."
Now I felt kind of bad.
I sighed. "How long would I be away for?"
I almost felt Kennett smile happily. "It's hard to say... it depends on how long you need to be there."
"If I'm away for more than a year..."
"You can come back. We'll let you come home... for a while."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "When do I have to leave?"
"September the 1st."
"WHAT?!?! That's in less than a week!!"
"Well, you better get packing, then. Come to the London Council Quarters two days before September the 1st. Then, we'll get you off to Hogwarts."
"Hog—what??"
"Hogwarts. It's a school."
"I gathered that."
"I'll see you in a couple of days, then."
"Kennett—"
CLICK. BEEP BEEP BEEP...
I slammed down the phone in exasperation, then went upstairs to begin packing. I would have to leave by tomorrow night. While I started packing, I grabbed my cell phone and called the airport.
"Hello? Yes, is a seat free for a flighty tomorrow evening? It is? Yes, yes, all right, I understand. Thankyou very much sir."
I put down the cell phone and began to pack, knowing I would be leaving tomorrow night at nine o'clock. The door to my bedroom was quietly pushed open, and Sky came in, looking at my suitcase.
"What is this?"
"I have to go to England tomorrow night. Don't ask me how long I'll be gone... even I don't know."
"What are you going for?"
I sighed. "I really don't know myself, actually. Just a kind of favour for someone."
Sky collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. "Morgan's not going to like this..."
"Morgan's not going to like this," I agreed, grabbing a few shirts and throwing them into my suitcase, all jumbled. Sky tsk-tsked.
"No! We can't have that! Here." She stood up and took my shirts out of my suitcase and folded them neatly, stacking them also very neatly into my bag.
"Maybe... you could ask her??" I asked carefully.
"No way," she said sincerely. "I'm not her boyfriend, you are. It's her job."
I nodded sadly. "Evil day..."