An excellent chapter, if I do say so myself. Sorry for being brief, but we
decided to leave a little cliff.
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Draco sneezed, 'There must be something in the smell of the forge that I'm allergic to,' he thought.
"So go outside and take a breather," said Daja out loud.
"Am I allowed to do that?" Draco asked.
"Only if I let you." Said Daja
"Go ahead!" Frostpine yelled from the other side of the room, "You've done enough work for today."
Frowning, Daja walked to Frostpine, and whispered "I like being in charge of him, he," Daja paused looking at Draco who was wiping off his sooty, brown hands on his breeches, "well, someone had to teach him a lesson."
"Bye," said Draco in a loud voice, "I am going outside now!"
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Daja replied hastily.
Quickly she strode toward the door and grabbed Draco's hand, thinking, 'This Dragon is more trouble than he's worth.'
"Dragon?!" said Draco angrily, "Just because my name means dragon."
"Wait a minute, you heard my thoughts?" asked Daja.
"Well you heard my thoughts," said Draco, "when I said I was allergic to something in the forge."
"You were thinking that?"
"Yes, and I think it was quite rude too, listening in on my thoughts."
"You care about being rude?!" laughed Daja, thinking about Harry, Ron, Hermione and the other Hogwarts students who had such an intense hatred for Mr. Dragon Malfoy, "And, besides, I didn't mean to listen in!"
"Well you did," said Draco grumpily.
"Wait," said Daja, suddenly remembering how Briar, Sandry, Tris, and herself could think to the teachers by touching another teacher. She wondered if it would work for these people. "Come here, Dragon."
Draco sighed and did as she said. "What?" He asked complainingly. (AN- that IS a word, by the way, I looked it up.)
"Just stand still." Daja put her hand on Draco's (her own) arm and thought to the girl Hermione, 'Hermione? Can you hear me?'
'Yes.um.Daja? Is that right?' Hermione asked.
'Yes, I can think to Dragon also.' Daja answered.
'How come I can hear you, too?' Hermione wondered.
'I can think to you because I'm touching Dragon's- well, really, MY- arm.'
(AN- sudden POV change) 'Oh, okay.' Said Hermione, thinking that the she and the others could probably do the same.
Hermione turned back to Tris, thinking.
"Tris? Can I try something?" Tris usually wasn't as rude to Hermione as she was to the others, probably because she wanted to be nice to the person who was in charge of her body at the moment. Besides, Tris was in a good mood, so Hermione figured that the other girl would let her.
Tris looked sideways at Hermione, "Yes, alright then."
Hermione put her hand on Tris's arm and did the same as Daja, thinking to Sandry, 'Sandry? Can you hear me?'
'Yes. Hi, Hermione! I didn't know you could think to us too!'
'Neither did I, until a few minutes ago. The only way it'll work is if you're touching someone from our world,' Hermione answered, 'I'm touching Tris's arm right now. You can also think to Ron, because Daja said that she could think to Malfoy, and vice versa.'
'Wonderful, now I'm a communication devise.' Draco thought irritably
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Later that evening, Ron was meditating as best he could in a strange room that Sandry had said was part of the Hub ('What on Earth does that mean?' Ron had wondered, and Sandry had sighed deeply and not answered). Now Ron was simply trying to concentrate on the breathing. 'Breathe in 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. wait too high- And Breathe out- 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. er 8? No I think it was only to seven.'
As Ron struggled with the counting, Sandry practiced her weaving, pricking Ron's inexperienced fingers a number of times. She held her breath so she wouldn't disturb Ron with her loud, ragged breathing ('Not that Ron's is any better,' she thought). Ron didn't hear her, he was too busy trying to wind himself into a long piece of thread, like Sandry had told him to do.
'Sandry, I need you to come to Discipline immediately. Find Niko.' Lark's voice sounded in Sandry's head. Without taking time to ponder how in Mithros' name Lark was communicating with her, Sandry stood up, grabbed Ron's arm, and began to haul him toward the staircase.
"Where are we going?" Ron asked suddenly, "I was just getting the hang of it!"
"We're going to Discipline to see Niko. Lark called me just now," when Ron gave her a perplexed look she added, "I don't know how she could think to me, this is just all too strange. I assume she was touching Tris and Hermione, or Briar and Harry, or Daja and Dragon, or something of the sort, but I'm just not sure."
Pulling harder at Ron's arm she said, "Come on, let's hurry, it sounded really urgent!"
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Harry stood up when Briar grabbed his arm. They were sitting on the wall overlooking the Bay. "What's wrong?" he asked Briar "Where are we going?"
"Look, there are Ron and Sandry, they're probably going to Discipline too," seeing Harry's confused look he added, "Rosethorn just popped in my head and told me to find Niko there."
Once they got off the wall, Sandry and Ron were close by. Inside his head, Ron called Harry. 'What on Earth is going on?'
'I dunno, but Briar sounds worried.'
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Jumping up Daja called over to Draco, who was looking in the well cautiously. "Come on, Dragon, we've got to get over to Discipline, now! Harry and Ron were talking to each other and said they are going there- we have to find out what is wrong!"
"I don't care what is wrong with them!"
"Too bad," snapped Daja, "we're going!"
As they approached the cottage, Daja saw Hermione and Tris turning the corner and sprinting up the steps. They had a strange look of anxiety on their faces. By the time Daja and Draco had stepped in thorough the door, they could hear more voices (those of Ron, Sandry, Briar and Harry) coming in from behind them. Daja turned and saw them step in the cottage. They stopped in their tracks.
When she turned around again to face the hall, Daja noticed everyone was deathly quiet. Finally Lark spoke.
"There's a man who wants to talk to you," she said, "He won't state his name, but he mentioned a few of yours. I think he knows who you are."
Sweating, Harry asked what he looked like, thinking to Ron and Hermione, that it was probably a Death Eater.
"I don't know," said Lark softly, "He wouldn't take his off his cloak or even put down his hood."
This increased Harry's suspicion greatly.
"He's in the kitchen talking to Niko- or, um, actually he is refusing to say much to Niko. But still, Niko is trying. Why don't you go on in and see."
She gestured toward the doorway. Harry took a deep calming breath and stepped into the kitchen.
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We've got the next chapter hostage, and if you ever want to see it we need 30 reviews! (MUAHAHAHAHA) we know who it i-is and you-ou-ou do-on't! MUAHAHAHAHAHA (more insane laugher for hours upon hours)
By the way, next chapter is extremely interesting, and I can't wait for y'all to read it! My apologies if you don't think so, but. still.
We is evil, yes we is! Aren't we?
Yes, yes we is!
Oh, ok, just making sure.
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Draco sneezed, 'There must be something in the smell of the forge that I'm allergic to,' he thought.
"So go outside and take a breather," said Daja out loud.
"Am I allowed to do that?" Draco asked.
"Only if I let you." Said Daja
"Go ahead!" Frostpine yelled from the other side of the room, "You've done enough work for today."
Frowning, Daja walked to Frostpine, and whispered "I like being in charge of him, he," Daja paused looking at Draco who was wiping off his sooty, brown hands on his breeches, "well, someone had to teach him a lesson."
"Bye," said Draco in a loud voice, "I am going outside now!"
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Daja replied hastily.
Quickly she strode toward the door and grabbed Draco's hand, thinking, 'This Dragon is more trouble than he's worth.'
"Dragon?!" said Draco angrily, "Just because my name means dragon."
"Wait a minute, you heard my thoughts?" asked Daja.
"Well you heard my thoughts," said Draco, "when I said I was allergic to something in the forge."
"You were thinking that?"
"Yes, and I think it was quite rude too, listening in on my thoughts."
"You care about being rude?!" laughed Daja, thinking about Harry, Ron, Hermione and the other Hogwarts students who had such an intense hatred for Mr. Dragon Malfoy, "And, besides, I didn't mean to listen in!"
"Well you did," said Draco grumpily.
"Wait," said Daja, suddenly remembering how Briar, Sandry, Tris, and herself could think to the teachers by touching another teacher. She wondered if it would work for these people. "Come here, Dragon."
Draco sighed and did as she said. "What?" He asked complainingly. (AN- that IS a word, by the way, I looked it up.)
"Just stand still." Daja put her hand on Draco's (her own) arm and thought to the girl Hermione, 'Hermione? Can you hear me?'
'Yes.um.Daja? Is that right?' Hermione asked.
'Yes, I can think to Dragon also.' Daja answered.
'How come I can hear you, too?' Hermione wondered.
'I can think to you because I'm touching Dragon's- well, really, MY- arm.'
(AN- sudden POV change) 'Oh, okay.' Said Hermione, thinking that the she and the others could probably do the same.
Hermione turned back to Tris, thinking.
"Tris? Can I try something?" Tris usually wasn't as rude to Hermione as she was to the others, probably because she wanted to be nice to the person who was in charge of her body at the moment. Besides, Tris was in a good mood, so Hermione figured that the other girl would let her.
Tris looked sideways at Hermione, "Yes, alright then."
Hermione put her hand on Tris's arm and did the same as Daja, thinking to Sandry, 'Sandry? Can you hear me?'
'Yes. Hi, Hermione! I didn't know you could think to us too!'
'Neither did I, until a few minutes ago. The only way it'll work is if you're touching someone from our world,' Hermione answered, 'I'm touching Tris's arm right now. You can also think to Ron, because Daja said that she could think to Malfoy, and vice versa.'
'Wonderful, now I'm a communication devise.' Draco thought irritably
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Later that evening, Ron was meditating as best he could in a strange room that Sandry had said was part of the Hub ('What on Earth does that mean?' Ron had wondered, and Sandry had sighed deeply and not answered). Now Ron was simply trying to concentrate on the breathing. 'Breathe in 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. wait too high- And Breathe out- 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. er 8? No I think it was only to seven.'
As Ron struggled with the counting, Sandry practiced her weaving, pricking Ron's inexperienced fingers a number of times. She held her breath so she wouldn't disturb Ron with her loud, ragged breathing ('Not that Ron's is any better,' she thought). Ron didn't hear her, he was too busy trying to wind himself into a long piece of thread, like Sandry had told him to do.
'Sandry, I need you to come to Discipline immediately. Find Niko.' Lark's voice sounded in Sandry's head. Without taking time to ponder how in Mithros' name Lark was communicating with her, Sandry stood up, grabbed Ron's arm, and began to haul him toward the staircase.
"Where are we going?" Ron asked suddenly, "I was just getting the hang of it!"
"We're going to Discipline to see Niko. Lark called me just now," when Ron gave her a perplexed look she added, "I don't know how she could think to me, this is just all too strange. I assume she was touching Tris and Hermione, or Briar and Harry, or Daja and Dragon, or something of the sort, but I'm just not sure."
Pulling harder at Ron's arm she said, "Come on, let's hurry, it sounded really urgent!"
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Harry stood up when Briar grabbed his arm. They were sitting on the wall overlooking the Bay. "What's wrong?" he asked Briar "Where are we going?"
"Look, there are Ron and Sandry, they're probably going to Discipline too," seeing Harry's confused look he added, "Rosethorn just popped in my head and told me to find Niko there."
Once they got off the wall, Sandry and Ron were close by. Inside his head, Ron called Harry. 'What on Earth is going on?'
'I dunno, but Briar sounds worried.'
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Jumping up Daja called over to Draco, who was looking in the well cautiously. "Come on, Dragon, we've got to get over to Discipline, now! Harry and Ron were talking to each other and said they are going there- we have to find out what is wrong!"
"I don't care what is wrong with them!"
"Too bad," snapped Daja, "we're going!"
As they approached the cottage, Daja saw Hermione and Tris turning the corner and sprinting up the steps. They had a strange look of anxiety on their faces. By the time Daja and Draco had stepped in thorough the door, they could hear more voices (those of Ron, Sandry, Briar and Harry) coming in from behind them. Daja turned and saw them step in the cottage. They stopped in their tracks.
When she turned around again to face the hall, Daja noticed everyone was deathly quiet. Finally Lark spoke.
"There's a man who wants to talk to you," she said, "He won't state his name, but he mentioned a few of yours. I think he knows who you are."
Sweating, Harry asked what he looked like, thinking to Ron and Hermione, that it was probably a Death Eater.
"I don't know," said Lark softly, "He wouldn't take his off his cloak or even put down his hood."
This increased Harry's suspicion greatly.
"He's in the kitchen talking to Niko- or, um, actually he is refusing to say much to Niko. But still, Niko is trying. Why don't you go on in and see."
She gestured toward the doorway. Harry took a deep calming breath and stepped into the kitchen.
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We've got the next chapter hostage, and if you ever want to see it we need 30 reviews! (MUAHAHAHAHA) we know who it i-is and you-ou-ou do-on't! MUAHAHAHAHAHA (more insane laugher for hours upon hours)
By the way, next chapter is extremely interesting, and I can't wait for y'all to read it! My apologies if you don't think so, but. still.
We is evil, yes we is! Aren't we?
Yes, yes we is!
Oh, ok, just making sure.