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"NO, OVER, not UNDER." Said Sandry, trying to show Ron how to tie a simple knot while adding magic to it.

"Okay.there!" said Ron, tightening the knot carefully.

"Good, you tied the knot, but you didn't put magic INTO it." Said Sandry, looking at the silvery strand-like magic spilling from her hands (which she was no longer in possession of) and onto the floor.

"What are you looking at?" asked Ron, following her gaze to the floor beside him where he saw nothing but the smoothed wood.

"I'm looking at your- well, really MY magic. And by the way, you're letting it leak all over the place."

"But, I don't see magic."

"It's a mental thing. I can still see it because I still have my mind," said Sandry, handing Ron a new piece of thread that hadn't been knotted in many places, "now try it again and PUT YOUR MAGIC INTO IT."

"Hello San- uh- Ron," said Lark's voice form the doorway, and then looking at Ron's body, she said, "Who are you?"

"Hello Lark! It's me! Sandry!"

"Oh, I see." Said Lark kindly, barely hiding a grin.

"And thank you for showing up," Sandry indicated Ron, who was still trying what Sandry had told him to, without success, "he's hopeless."

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"I'm back Rosethorn!" Said Briar, coming up to her with Harry close behind.

"Are you Briar?" she said skeptically, and when he nodded, she asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I am definitely sure it's me."

"So. you are Briar. in Harry's body- and this is Harry? In your body?" Rosethorn glanced at Harry, "Mila, this is confusing!"

Harry and Briar (in each other's body) grinned.

"Alright, this is good!" Said Rosethorn, evilly, "I get TWO people to help me weed the gardens!"

"Um, Rosethorn, I don't think Harry is going to be very good at that!" Said Briar.

"I know that, Briar, which is why I'm leaving you in charge of him."

"Rosethorn." said Briar

"Alright, fine! You can both work on burn salve."

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"Since I know a lot more than you do about metalwork," said Daja beckoning Draco into the smithy, "and YOU have MY magic, I will be instructing you, and you will be making nails."

Frostpine's voice sounded from the other room, "Good idea! We're out of those! Wait. Daja?"

Daja led Draco into the room where Frostpine's voice came from, "Hi Frostpine!"

Frostpine looked from Daja to Draco and back. "Daja?" he asked Draco in Daja's body.

"No." Said Draco gruffly.

Frostpine turned to Daja in Draco's Body, "Daja!"

"Yes. Hello Frostpine!"

Draco looked at Frostpine and wondered if he should say anything to him, but was spared from deciding when Daja pulled Draco, once again, into the first room. "Grab that pole and put it in the fire." She ordered, pointing to a pole shining orange in the firelight. Draco wasn't sure of its color because of the dim lighting in the smithy, but for some very odd reason, he had a feeling it was a mixture of copper and iron, making bronze.

'Why do I know this is bronze, I've never known metals, let alone their combinations.' Draco thought, getting a rude answer from Ron.

'Malfoy, SHUT UP I'm trying to concentrate- DARN IT!'

Reluctantly, Draco picked up the bronze pole and hesitated before the fire, remembering the last time he had put his hands in the fire. He rolled up his sleeves.

"What are you doing?" asked Daja, eyeing Draco, for she would never have bothered with something like that.

Draco chose to ignore her and carefully stuck his brown arms into the flames and set the pole down between them.

After a while, once she had Draco working on nails, Daja went to work on something in which she wouldn't get her hands burned off.

"Malfoy- uh- what should I call you? Draco- (that means dragon, did you know?).interesting. Anyway, Dragon, you haven't worked for your whole life, am I right? Because your hands are really tender. You should do more WORK." Daja criticized, running her sooty fingers through her now blonde hair. Draco cringed.

Coming over to investigate his work, she said, "Not as bad as I thought you would be, Dragon, but you still need to improve." Forgetting that it was burning hot, she picked up a piece of bronze and quickly dropped it again in pain.

"Hey," said Draco, "You burned my hand!"

Examining the searing fingers, Daja said, "Yes, I did. Well, sorry."

Draco leaned over and grabbed his hand, "Look, its all red and blistery!"

"Oh, stop complaining, Dragon!" Said Daja, pulling her hand away. "The burn won't even be noticeable after I get some of Briar's ointment on it! And the blisters will toughen your hands, you need it!!"

Grumbling, Draco turned back to his work and began to ignore Daja completely, thinking that he'd rather have spent the whole day sewing than making stupid nails.

'No you wouldn't, Malfoy! I'd trade with you if you'd like. I'd much rather be doing, whatever you are doing than SEWING!" Ron thought the last word with such disgust, that Draco thought he could taste the bitterness.

Coughing, Draco realized that he had been leaning over the red-hot nails, and his shirt had started to smoke. Yelping, he jumped back, calling to no one in particular that he was going outside to get some air. He ran to the well just across the yard, and pulled up a bucket. Without thinking he dumped the whole thing over himself. "Ahh! Cold!! ICE!!!"

Running back into the smithy, he shoved his head and hands into the forge fire. "What are you doing, you stupid kaq? There's work to be done!"

As Draco pulled his head out, Daja realized he had stuck his head in the ashes, and his face was covered with soot and dirt. "Dragon, you know you are going to have to take an extremely long bath tonight, right?" She said. "That soot won't come out easily."

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Tris was trying to teach Hermione the basics of weather magic, while on Winding Circle's wall, when they found themselves with a problem. Hermione was making a rather large group of clouds accumulate overhead due to Tris's instructions, which she had thought had been perfectly formulated.

"Uh, Hermione, I think you are doing something wrong," said Tris warily, as the storm clouds flashed eagerly. "You are just supposed to think about the storm, and LEAVE IT WHERE IT WAS!"

Hermione jumped at Tris' sudden temper flare. "I know, I'm not even using my- er, sorry, your- magic. I'm keeping it inside the circle you drew before I came."

Suddenly Tris jumped up and gripped the hair on her head (Hermione's bushy brown hair) in frustration

"Oh, no! Oh, dear!" Said Tris, "That's what I forgot to do! This is bad this is really, really bad. We have to find Niko right now!"

"Niko?" asked Hermione, "Is he the one who is always about, telling Harry and Malfoy not to hurt each other?"

"Well, probably, but that's not very important right now." Tris closed her eyes for a moment. "Oh, yeah, I forgot, I can't think to anyone!" She said, looking extremely downcast. "You'll just have to call someone." Seeing Hermione's confused look, she said, "Just think out loud in your head. Someone will hear it."

So Hermione thought, 'Harry, Ron, have you seen Niko anywhere?'

'No,' thought Harry, 'why do you ask?'

'Because we- er- REALLY need him.' Hermione thought back desperately. 'Ron, what about you?'

'No, I haven't seen him since yesterday.'

Hermione was now quite desperate, 'Uh- Malfoy, do YOU know where Niko is? Have you seen him?'

'I don't know.' Malfoy thought angrily and Hermione wondered if she might possibly have disturbed his work in the smithy.

'Well, if you know, just TELL ME!' Thought Hermione.

'FINE, I think I might have seen him on his way up to that wall.'

Hermione pulled her mind back to Tris and said, "He's on his way here."

"Good," said Tris with relief.

"I take it I am needed?" said a voice from behind Hermione. Niko was looking up at the sky where many gray clouds were forming.

Hermione, too, was watching the clouds as a bolt of strong lightning zinged to the ground. But just as it was about to fade, it split neatly into three equal sections and pulled itself straight.

Slowly, the lightning began to fold itself over repeatedly, making a braid. Hermione was astonished. Vaguely, she thought that the only person who would braid that slowly would be an inexperienced person. Like Ron. RON!

'Ron, what are you DOING?' Hermione thought directly towards Ron.

'Sandry told me to make a braid, and that's what I'm doing,' thought Ron back, 'why?'

'What were you thinking about?' asked Hermione urgently.

'Uh- it was so quiet, and then I heard thunder- and I guess I was thinking about lightning.'

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"Alright, FINE," Ron's own voice (Sandry), sounded frustrated to Ron, "you can just do a simple- REALLY simple braid then."

"I'll try." Said Ron, also frustrated.

Sandry quickly showed him the easy steps, "Also, remember to put magic into it."

She fell silent and Ron closed his eyes and tried to force the magic carefully into the braid. It was so quiet. That was probably a good thing. But the strangest thing, thunder, interrupted that thought. For some reason, it didn't startle him, so he kept on braiding, thinking of the rather abrupt lightning.

Moments later, Hermione's voice sounded once again in Ron's head, as it had only minutes before, 'Ron, what are you DOING?'

Ron answered, confused, 'Sandry told me to make a braid, and that's what I'm doing, why?'

'What were you thinking about?' asked Hermione.

What an odd question. Ron gave it some thought before answering, 'Uh- it was so quiet, and then I heard thunder- and I guess I was thinking about lightning. Why?'

Hermione then answered, 'look out the window.'

Ron obeyed, standing up and peering outside. It was the strangest sight. A piece of lightning, halfway braided, sat in the middle of the sky.

"Er, did I do that?" Ron asked Sandry, who was looking over his shoulder.

"Yes, I think you did." She answered.

"Well, should I, er, un-braid it, then?" Asked Ron.

'Yes!' thought Hermione, loudly, 'I'm trying to control the storm, but it is going to be difficult if your magic is braided into it!'

'Alright!' Ron yelled (out loud and to Hermione)

"Hermione said to unbraid it," Ron told his own confused face, Sandry was obviously not expecting him to snap at her.

"Ask her to get into your head, it will be much easier to work with her storm, if she helps."

'Hermione, Sandry said to-' Ron started

'I know what she said, I was listening in your ears,' interrupted Hermione.

'You were what?!'

'Are you two alright?' thought Harry.

'No,' and, 'Yes!' were thought at the same time back to Harry.

'Will you three stop that? I am trying to concentrate on making these nails,' thought Malfoy.

'No, we won't stop.' Answered Hermione. 'Ron, keep thinking about the lightning and UNBRAID IT!'

Ron carefully unwound the white strands until it was only three strings tied together at the top with a neat knot while thinking as much as possible about the lightning.

'Did it work?' he wondered.

'Yes! Thank you!' Hermione said, relieved.

"Alright, then," said Sandry, "Maybe we better start out with no magic, come to think of it, you should probably be doing meditation first."

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