Hermione woke up to a bright light. A hand reached across her line a vision, blocking some of the light. Then Hermione felt cool drops of water splatter across her face. She sat up and saw a pair of brown eyes staring at her with concern. Hermione stared at the eyes and asked, "Do I know you?"
"Yes you do," the owner of the eyes told her.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
"O'Connor, Kyla O'Connor."
Hermione paused for a second and said, "Nope sorry, not ringing any bells."
"Maybe this will," Kyla said and helped Hermione up. Kyla took Hermione's hand and said, "Follow me."
Kyla led Hermione down the stairs, and into a dark dudgeon. Hermione looked at all the cells, and they remember her of a muggle's prisons. She wondered why this girl named Kyla would bring her down here. Kyla stopped in front of a cell with a limp body on the floor. Hermione stared at the body; it was a tall, lanky boy with red hair chained to the wall. There was something familiar about that boy, but Hermione couldn't put her finger on it. Kyla look at the boy, with a sorrowful look. Hermione notice that and asked, "What's wrong? Is he your boyfriend?"
Kyla looked at Hermione with horror. "You can't remember, can you?"
"Who is he?" Hermione asked.
"He's your boyfriend," Kyla told her.
"What? I think I would remember if I had a boyfriend-Ron!" Hermione cried out. "What happened, why is he chained up?"
"You remember?" Kyla asked, her eyes lighting up with hope.
"I remember going up to the Astronomy tower, and seeing pale blue eyes," Hermione answered. "But I have a few memories on you."
"You don't remember anything else from the Astronomy tower?" Kyla asked
"No, should I?" Hermione asked.
Kyla opened her mouth to say something, but they heard someone coming down the stairs. Kyla ran and hide in a dark corner. Hermione looked around confused. A woman in her early twenties came in with some food. The woman hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and was dirty blonde. She stared at Hermione and asked, "Aren't you Miss Kyla's new hairdresser?"
Hermione's mouth dropped open for a quick second, but then shut. Hermione forced a smile on her face and said, "Yes, yes I am."
"Checking up on our boy?" the woman asked.
"Um, why is he in jail?" Hermione asked.
"He is supposed to be some lead in Miss Kyla's disappearing case," the woman told her. "However, I don't believe it, he's just a boy."
"Who said he had anything to do with Kyla's disappearance?"
"Are you looking to lose your job? It's Miss Kyla," the woman explained. "And Trevor told us that he suspected this boy."
"Miss Kyla, makes you call her miss?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"No, but if any of the Ambassadors heard you referring to her so casually, you'd be fired," the woman explained. "My name is Myrna."
"I'm Hermione."
"Hello Hermione, if you'll excuse me, I need to feed the boy." Myrna opened the door to Ron's cell and put the tray of food down in his reach. Myrna stroke his hair and whispered, "Poor boy, may God give you strength. Rath de ort."
"Excuse me, what langue were you just speaking?" Hermione asked, remembering hearing a strange langue being yelled at her.
"Gaelic," Myrna answered her as though it was obvious.
"Oh, um someone might have cursed me, are those for real?" Hermione asked.
"It depends if the person is good or not," Myrna told her.
"Oh, ok."
They heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Myrna started fixing her hair and clothes. Myrna smiled as Percy Weasley came down the stairs. She flashed him a smile and said, "Hello Mr. Weasley, I mean Percy."
"Hello Myrna," Percy greeted her with a smile, blushing slightly. Then Percy looked at Hermione in shock. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Hermione is Kyla's new hairdresser," Myrna told him. "Have you meet her before?"
Hermione nodded her head, signaling him to play along. Percy cleared his throat and said, "I saw her on her way in." Percy turned to the cell and looked at Ron. He sighed, leaned against the bars and asked, "No change?"
Myrna shook her head and said, "No, I'm sorry." She placed her hand on Percy's shoulder and said, "I honestly don't think your brother had anything to do with this. He comes from a good family. After all, he had you as an older brother."
Percy turned to Myrna and took her hand in his. "If there is any change, will you call me?"
Myrna nodded and said, "Of course."
Percy smiled and said, "Thank you." He gave Myrna a kiss on the cheek and left.
Myrna smiled and turned to Hermione, gushing, "He kissed me! He kissed me, did you see? He kissed me!"
"That's great," Hermione told her, a tad frightened.
"Oh, I better go. A lot to do before tomorrow," Myrna said. "I bet you have to go too. Kyla, I mean Miss Kyla, probably still needs to pick out her hairstyle."
"Um, what's tomorrow?" Hermione asked.
"Her wedding," Myrna told her.
"Who's wedding?"
"Kyla's."
"Kyla is getting married?" Hermione asked.
"Of course, you're here to make sure her hair is perfect. The Ambassadors want to makes sure everything is perfect. You knew that, right?" Myrna asked.
"I thought it was just a regular ball," Hermione answered her.
"No her wedding," Myrna told her. "Poor thing, she wasbetrothed before she could eat solid food. She doesn't not want to get married, but what can you do, the Ambassadors are making her."
"Why doesn't she say no?"
"That boy," Myrna said, gesturing towards Ron. "She wants to save his life. If she doesn't get married, the Ambassadors are sure to kill him."
"I had no clue," Hermione said, looking over to where Kyla was hiding.
"Well, have fun trying to get the perfect hair style," Myrna said, leaving the dudgeon.
Kyla come out of hiding and said, "Come on, let's get back to my room, you'll be safe."
Kyla brought Hermione up to her room. Hermione gasped as she saw Kyla's room. It had a big flowerily pink bed in the middle of a huge room. Hermione looked around, saw a couple dressers and a large mirror. Hermione frowned and asked, "This is your? You can fit three of my rooms in here."
"I don't like," Kyla said. Then she asked, "How much can you remember about me?"
"All of it now, except for the Astronomy tower," Hermione told her, shooting a glare at her.
"Of course you can't remember that," Kyla sneered. Then she muttered to herself, "Self-righteous little git."
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, stunned.
"Forget, just forget," Kyla said and fell on a couch in her room.
"Fine." After moment of silence, Hermione cried out, "You're getting married?"
"Oh dear God. I'm going to be Mrs. Jonathan Catherwood, I need a drink," Kyla said getting up.
"Jonathan?" Hermione asked.
"I don't want to talk about it Hermione," Kyla told her getting up. There was a knock at the door, and Kyla rushed Hermione in her closet. Kyla whispered, hurried, "Get in the closet. Get in the closet."
Then Kyla shut the door closet door, but left it open a crack. Kyla then answered the door.
A/N: ok, I just had to give Percy a girl! I don't know why, but I did! hehe! don't hate me!
