Magical Magick
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Hmm. You know what? I have absolutely nothing to say. So, everyone, I love thr reviews, and enjoy the next chapter!!!!!
--Dancing With Lightning
Attacks —Morgan—
"Honey? It's Mary K's birthday tomorrow, so could you run to the shops with her and grab some food and rent a few DVDs? She's having a few friends over."
I nodded, and got up from the sofa, my trousers catching on something and ripping right up the bum. I was now displaying my purple underwear for all to see. Mary K and mum giggled, and I stalked up to my room, grabbing a pair of black jeans and changing into a blue long-sleeved top. Then I headed downstairs, grumbling about my pants, making Mary K and mum laugh even harder. I pulled on my shoes on jacket, grabbed Mary K by the arm, got to Das Boot, got in the car, and drove down the street, to the shop.
"But master, we swore after she caught Ciaran, we'd never go near her again!!"
The master's red eyes lit up, anger showing on his face. "I do not care for what you swore! Get me that girl!!! Take this, if you must!"
He handed them each a chain. "You call it a braigh, do you not? Well, I have spelled it so it will burn if the person's soul is untainted. Go! Bring her to me!!"
Both of the men disappeared.
"So Mary K, you go pick out a few DVDs, and I'll go get the food. Take my keys, you'll probably be finished before me, so you can unlock the car and get in, to keep out of the heat."
Mary K nodded obediently. "And what if you're finished before me?"
"I doubt I will be, but if I am, I'll just wait for you."
"Okay!" Mary K walked off to the DVD store, and I walked into the Grocery store.
Surprisingly, I was done before my sister. As I walked out to my car, a few men dressed in black approached me. I tried to ignore them, but they grabbed my arm just as I reached my car. I turned to look at them, trying to keep calm. They were giving off a strange vibe, like nothing I'd ever felt before. There was a normal witch vibe, but there was something else deeply embedded and woven into it.
"Yes?" I asked.
They didn't answer: they just pulled out a chain and wrapped it around my wrists. It started to burn into my flesh, and I cried out.
One grabbed me from behind, and I kicked him in the shins with my heel. He fell over, groaning, but after a moment, stood up again and tried to grab me.
I seriously heard something crack when I kicked him again. He yelled out, and his friend screamed at him to get moving. His friend grabbed my legs, and the other man grabbed my upper torso. Like a baby doll, they began to try and move. But I screamed and thrashed and made it as difficult as possible. Then, just like a blur, a dark blonde-haired figure grabbed the man's hair that was holding my feet and pulled, hard. The man's head bent, so it was facing the sky. The taller one punched the man in the face. Something cracked, and the man's nose started bleeding. Then he grabbed the other one, putting his face close to his.
"If I were you, I'd leave," he murmured. With a gasp, the man picked up his friend and dragged him off to a black car waiting on the road. Meanwhile, I was sitting there, trying to tug the braigh off my hands, crying. But it was no use. I couldn't get it off.
"Hey," he knelt next to me. "Are you okay? Ah. I see, problem." He took the braigh in a leather-clad hand and pulled it off. He whistled when it started to burn a hole through his glove, and he dropped it in a nearby bin. Then he reached down and picked me up.
He sat me on a bench and stroked my hair away from my face. "What's your name?"
"Morgan Rowlands," I managed to choke out.
"Hello, Morgan. I'm Tide."
Trying to keep my mind off my still-burning wrists, I said, "How is it spelt?"
"T-i-d-e. It's strange, I know, because it's pronounced Tee-day."
I nodded. "I know."
He examined my wrists, which were sitting limply in my lap. "Goodness. We can't have that. I'll take you with me, and I'll fix this."
"You know what the matter is?"
He smiled, his very dark brown eyes lighting up briefly. "Yes. That was a braigh."
"I know that," I said. "I was wondering if you knew."
"I'm a witch," he supplied helpfully.
"Ah," I said. "That explains a lot—ow!!"
"Sorry," he said. He'd just touched my wrist lightly. "I was just seeing how bad it was."
"How could you tell with gloves on?" I asked, annoyed.
"And you're an A-grade student, I suppose," he said snootily.
"MORGAN!!!" Mary K sprinted up to me, dropping the pile of DVDs in her hand. "Oh my God! What happened to you?!?!"
"Friend of yours?" Tide asked me.
"Actually, she's a sister of mine."
His eyes widened. "No."
"Yes."
"She looks completely different!!!"
"That's because I was adopted."
"Ah. So, are you coming, or what?"
Mary K looked at us suspiciously. "Coming where?"
"I can't," I told him, wincing at the ache of my wrists. "My sister can't drive, and I have to take her home."
"You can't drive," Tide told me sternly. "You'll break both of your wrists if you do. At least let me drive you home."
"And you walked here?"
"No, I drive a motorcycle. But, my friend is working at the moment. Just at the little flower shop. He loves flowers. A little scary, actually, but he taught me how to drive the motorcycle, and he has one of his own, so I'll give him the keys to mine. He can drive it to his house, and I'll pick it up later."
"I don't even know your last name," I accused. He laughed.
"You really want to know my last name? It's a mouthful. Noroinia. Terrible, huh?"
"I think it's quite elegant," Mary K said.
With a laugh, Tide picked me up and carried me like a baby to my car, Mary K tailing behind with the keys. She unlocked the car for Tide, and he put me in the front seat carefully, turning the special dial to make the seat lean back, so I was half-laying down. Mary K got in the middle of the backseat, so she could keep an eye on me, and Tide sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, pulling out of the car park.
"By the way, I love your car," he remarked as we headed down the road. "It's a great car."
"Mmm..." After the day's events, I was exhausted. So I closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
I woke up in my bed later, in sweatpants and a tank top. It was almost dark outside. There were voices downstairs, and I smelled roast beef. Just as I started to sit up, my door opened, and Tide poked his head in, catching sight of me and grinning. He pushed the door open further and turned on my light.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he said. I smiled.
"Hey," I murmured sleepily. He stepped inside and sat down on my bed next to me. "Are you still here?"
"Your mother invited me to stay for tea," he told me, his light Japanese accent rolling his r's.
I smiled. "Just like her. Ask a guy who saves my life to stay for dinner."
Tide laughed, and helped me out of bed, setting me gently on my feet. "There you are," he murmured.
There was a knock on my door, and Mary K walked in. "Mum just wanted to make sure you weren't scantily clothed," she remarked bluntly. "Anyway, I was sure you wouldn't be, with Hunter and all."
Tide frowned. "Hunter?"
I nodded. "He's my boyfriend."
He smiled. "Well, I wouldn't want to be getting in the way of you and Hunter now, would I?"
"No," I agreed. "That wouldn't be good. He's not entirely nice when he's angry."
"Is he a witch?" Tide asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. He's in England at the moment."
As he helped me out of my room, I couldn't help but notice a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
During dinner, Mum and Dad asked Tide a lot of questions; I'm surprised he didn't faint. Once he'd answered one question, he was hit by another. Mary K frequently asked about his home in Japan. He lived in Tokyo for a while, and then moved down here to America with his parents when he was seven. He was twenty now.
"So Tide, is it much different in Japan?" Mary K asked.
He shrugged. "Hardly different to here, I guess," he said. "It's been very different to Japan, because the people just act differently. In America, I guess, it's a race to get past the other car without pulling over, it's a race to be the last to pull over, whereas in Japan, it's a race to be the first one pull over. It's very different, in Japan."
I nodded, and took a bite of my food. I was so hungry. Just then, the phone rang, and Mary K jumped up to answer it.
"Hello? Oh! Hi! How are you??? Yeah hang on; I'll just put her on for you."
Mary K handed me the phone, smiling. I put it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Morgan?"
"Hunter!!! Oh my God, how are you?!!?"
I almost felt him smile. "Okay. It's crazy over here. But, they're good students. One of them is about sixteen, her name's Hermione Granger, and she's so smart. Hagrid told me that they haven't invented a spell that Hermione can't do."
"Who is 'they', exactly?" I asked, painfully aware my whole family and Tide were listening to the conversation.
"The Ministry of Magic."
"Ah. And are they like the ICOW?"
"Yes, but the International Council of Witches is stricter."
"Are the Ministry really loose?"
"No, they're just more easy-going, well some of them are."
"Okay. So, how's Sky, and how are you calling me? I thought 'muggle' appliances didn't work over there."
"Well, Sky's fine, she's really loosened up. She's helping Hagrid teach Care of Magical Creatures, and she's having so much fun. And I'm out of the Hogwarts grounds, so I can contact you."
"Okay."
"You sound tired. Too much homework?"
"Yeah," I said absently, walking into my bedroom. I shut my door with a snap and said: "Actually Hunter, I was attacked this afternoon."
I heard Hunter sit down. "What?!?! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I reassured him. "There were two men. They spoke with an English accent, and wore cloaks. They really wanted me for some reason, but then Tide saved me."
"Tee... day?"
"He's from Japan. He's really nice, you'd like him."
"Hmm..." I guessed Hunter was a little jealous.
"Look, I have to go now, but remember, I love you."
I felt him smile. "I love you too."
"Bye, Hunter."
"Goodbye, love."
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Hmm. You know what? I have absolutely nothing to say. So, everyone, I love thr reviews, and enjoy the next chapter!!!!!
--Dancing With Lightning
Attacks —Morgan—
"Honey? It's Mary K's birthday tomorrow, so could you run to the shops with her and grab some food and rent a few DVDs? She's having a few friends over."
I nodded, and got up from the sofa, my trousers catching on something and ripping right up the bum. I was now displaying my purple underwear for all to see. Mary K and mum giggled, and I stalked up to my room, grabbing a pair of black jeans and changing into a blue long-sleeved top. Then I headed downstairs, grumbling about my pants, making Mary K and mum laugh even harder. I pulled on my shoes on jacket, grabbed Mary K by the arm, got to Das Boot, got in the car, and drove down the street, to the shop.
"But master, we swore after she caught Ciaran, we'd never go near her again!!"
The master's red eyes lit up, anger showing on his face. "I do not care for what you swore! Get me that girl!!! Take this, if you must!"
He handed them each a chain. "You call it a braigh, do you not? Well, I have spelled it so it will burn if the person's soul is untainted. Go! Bring her to me!!"
Both of the men disappeared.
"So Mary K, you go pick out a few DVDs, and I'll go get the food. Take my keys, you'll probably be finished before me, so you can unlock the car and get in, to keep out of the heat."
Mary K nodded obediently. "And what if you're finished before me?"
"I doubt I will be, but if I am, I'll just wait for you."
"Okay!" Mary K walked off to the DVD store, and I walked into the Grocery store.
Surprisingly, I was done before my sister. As I walked out to my car, a few men dressed in black approached me. I tried to ignore them, but they grabbed my arm just as I reached my car. I turned to look at them, trying to keep calm. They were giving off a strange vibe, like nothing I'd ever felt before. There was a normal witch vibe, but there was something else deeply embedded and woven into it.
"Yes?" I asked.
They didn't answer: they just pulled out a chain and wrapped it around my wrists. It started to burn into my flesh, and I cried out.
One grabbed me from behind, and I kicked him in the shins with my heel. He fell over, groaning, but after a moment, stood up again and tried to grab me.
I seriously heard something crack when I kicked him again. He yelled out, and his friend screamed at him to get moving. His friend grabbed my legs, and the other man grabbed my upper torso. Like a baby doll, they began to try and move. But I screamed and thrashed and made it as difficult as possible. Then, just like a blur, a dark blonde-haired figure grabbed the man's hair that was holding my feet and pulled, hard. The man's head bent, so it was facing the sky. The taller one punched the man in the face. Something cracked, and the man's nose started bleeding. Then he grabbed the other one, putting his face close to his.
"If I were you, I'd leave," he murmured. With a gasp, the man picked up his friend and dragged him off to a black car waiting on the road. Meanwhile, I was sitting there, trying to tug the braigh off my hands, crying. But it was no use. I couldn't get it off.
"Hey," he knelt next to me. "Are you okay? Ah. I see, problem." He took the braigh in a leather-clad hand and pulled it off. He whistled when it started to burn a hole through his glove, and he dropped it in a nearby bin. Then he reached down and picked me up.
He sat me on a bench and stroked my hair away from my face. "What's your name?"
"Morgan Rowlands," I managed to choke out.
"Hello, Morgan. I'm Tide."
Trying to keep my mind off my still-burning wrists, I said, "How is it spelt?"
"T-i-d-e. It's strange, I know, because it's pronounced Tee-day."
I nodded. "I know."
He examined my wrists, which were sitting limply in my lap. "Goodness. We can't have that. I'll take you with me, and I'll fix this."
"You know what the matter is?"
He smiled, his very dark brown eyes lighting up briefly. "Yes. That was a braigh."
"I know that," I said. "I was wondering if you knew."
"I'm a witch," he supplied helpfully.
"Ah," I said. "That explains a lot—ow!!"
"Sorry," he said. He'd just touched my wrist lightly. "I was just seeing how bad it was."
"How could you tell with gloves on?" I asked, annoyed.
"And you're an A-grade student, I suppose," he said snootily.
"MORGAN!!!" Mary K sprinted up to me, dropping the pile of DVDs in her hand. "Oh my God! What happened to you?!?!"
"Friend of yours?" Tide asked me.
"Actually, she's a sister of mine."
His eyes widened. "No."
"Yes."
"She looks completely different!!!"
"That's because I was adopted."
"Ah. So, are you coming, or what?"
Mary K looked at us suspiciously. "Coming where?"
"I can't," I told him, wincing at the ache of my wrists. "My sister can't drive, and I have to take her home."
"You can't drive," Tide told me sternly. "You'll break both of your wrists if you do. At least let me drive you home."
"And you walked here?"
"No, I drive a motorcycle. But, my friend is working at the moment. Just at the little flower shop. He loves flowers. A little scary, actually, but he taught me how to drive the motorcycle, and he has one of his own, so I'll give him the keys to mine. He can drive it to his house, and I'll pick it up later."
"I don't even know your last name," I accused. He laughed.
"You really want to know my last name? It's a mouthful. Noroinia. Terrible, huh?"
"I think it's quite elegant," Mary K said.
With a laugh, Tide picked me up and carried me like a baby to my car, Mary K tailing behind with the keys. She unlocked the car for Tide, and he put me in the front seat carefully, turning the special dial to make the seat lean back, so I was half-laying down. Mary K got in the middle of the backseat, so she could keep an eye on me, and Tide sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, pulling out of the car park.
"By the way, I love your car," he remarked as we headed down the road. "It's a great car."
"Mmm..." After the day's events, I was exhausted. So I closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
I woke up in my bed later, in sweatpants and a tank top. It was almost dark outside. There were voices downstairs, and I smelled roast beef. Just as I started to sit up, my door opened, and Tide poked his head in, catching sight of me and grinning. He pushed the door open further and turned on my light.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he said. I smiled.
"Hey," I murmured sleepily. He stepped inside and sat down on my bed next to me. "Are you still here?"
"Your mother invited me to stay for tea," he told me, his light Japanese accent rolling his r's.
I smiled. "Just like her. Ask a guy who saves my life to stay for dinner."
Tide laughed, and helped me out of bed, setting me gently on my feet. "There you are," he murmured.
There was a knock on my door, and Mary K walked in. "Mum just wanted to make sure you weren't scantily clothed," she remarked bluntly. "Anyway, I was sure you wouldn't be, with Hunter and all."
Tide frowned. "Hunter?"
I nodded. "He's my boyfriend."
He smiled. "Well, I wouldn't want to be getting in the way of you and Hunter now, would I?"
"No," I agreed. "That wouldn't be good. He's not entirely nice when he's angry."
"Is he a witch?" Tide asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. He's in England at the moment."
As he helped me out of my room, I couldn't help but notice a flash of disappointment in his eyes.
During dinner, Mum and Dad asked Tide a lot of questions; I'm surprised he didn't faint. Once he'd answered one question, he was hit by another. Mary K frequently asked about his home in Japan. He lived in Tokyo for a while, and then moved down here to America with his parents when he was seven. He was twenty now.
"So Tide, is it much different in Japan?" Mary K asked.
He shrugged. "Hardly different to here, I guess," he said. "It's been very different to Japan, because the people just act differently. In America, I guess, it's a race to get past the other car without pulling over, it's a race to be the last to pull over, whereas in Japan, it's a race to be the first one pull over. It's very different, in Japan."
I nodded, and took a bite of my food. I was so hungry. Just then, the phone rang, and Mary K jumped up to answer it.
"Hello? Oh! Hi! How are you??? Yeah hang on; I'll just put her on for you."
Mary K handed me the phone, smiling. I put it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Morgan?"
"Hunter!!! Oh my God, how are you?!!?"
I almost felt him smile. "Okay. It's crazy over here. But, they're good students. One of them is about sixteen, her name's Hermione Granger, and she's so smart. Hagrid told me that they haven't invented a spell that Hermione can't do."
"Who is 'they', exactly?" I asked, painfully aware my whole family and Tide were listening to the conversation.
"The Ministry of Magic."
"Ah. And are they like the ICOW?"
"Yes, but the International Council of Witches is stricter."
"Are the Ministry really loose?"
"No, they're just more easy-going, well some of them are."
"Okay. So, how's Sky, and how are you calling me? I thought 'muggle' appliances didn't work over there."
"Well, Sky's fine, she's really loosened up. She's helping Hagrid teach Care of Magical Creatures, and she's having so much fun. And I'm out of the Hogwarts grounds, so I can contact you."
"Okay."
"You sound tired. Too much homework?"
"Yeah," I said absently, walking into my bedroom. I shut my door with a snap and said: "Actually Hunter, I was attacked this afternoon."
I heard Hunter sit down. "What?!?! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I reassured him. "There were two men. They spoke with an English accent, and wore cloaks. They really wanted me for some reason, but then Tide saved me."
"Tee... day?"
"He's from Japan. He's really nice, you'd like him."
"Hmm..." I guessed Hunter was a little jealous.
"Look, I have to go now, but remember, I love you."
I felt him smile. "I love you too."
"Bye, Hunter."
"Goodbye, love."