A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers (i.e. Tessy and LB). You guys make it worthwhile. Sorry this one is kinda short, but school has been Hell. Apparently, both my calculus and english teachers realised that A.P. exams are in May. The woman I'm interning with realised I'd only taught public speaking and decided I needed to do a week worth of grammar. My socio class had midterms. My speech coach realisied I only have a month left before competition. And I won the stage manager part in Our Town. I haven't had time to breathe and without Tessy and LB this one may have still been in my head somewhere.
DISCLAIMER: What you see does not belong to me.
Historian's Note: This story takes place in Tom Riddle's 5th year (when he opened the Chamber of Secrets), but instead of the canon 1942 time period, the year is going to be 1951.
Authors's Note: Pani is Polish for Mrs.
Somebody warned me so I decided to put a blanket thing on all my stories (het, slash, gen,) Please, bring an open mind. Remember, everyone's life is not the same.
It was a testament to Madam Zielinkski's professionalism that when Shibby walked into the Hospital Wing, she didn't even bat an eye. Just stood up and escorted her into the bed area. Where Levi was waiting.
"Dear God, how'd you find out already?" Shibby asked.
"Find out about what?" The little girl said with her back still to the pair.
"Miss Jones, please go out into the foyer. I'll come and get you after I'm finished with Miss Lindstrom," the Polish nurse said softly. Levi murmured her assent and turned around.
"What the Hell happened to you!"
"Miss Jones!" Madam Zielinkski shrieked. "If I ever hear such language again, I will give you detention!"
"My apologies, Pani Zielinkski," Levi said. "I was just wondering what happened. You have to admit her appearance is a bit of a surprise."
"Her appearance?" Zielinkski said as she turned to the girl in question. She studied Shibby thoughtfully for a few seconds before turning back to Levi. "I'm sorry, Miss Jones, but I don't see anything wrong with her appearance. Shoo!" She swatted Levi with her apron as the small girl left the room.
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"Okay, you may go back to work now," the nurse said as she exited the room. Levi walked in and headed directly towards Shibby totally ignoring her work.
"What happened?"
"I got between Aki and her brother in the middle of a fight," Shibby said. She could still taste those horrible potions the healer had poured down her throat and was trying not to let Levi hear the disgust in her tone. "Go back to cleaning bedpans."
"Pani Zielinkski told you, didn't she?" Levi asked still seated beside Shibby.
"No. I have Potions with the Slytherins. Right after lunch. Wait...why aren't you..."
"Apparently, crazy divination lady..."
"Professor Greenly," Shibby broke in.
"...had a premonition about our class and canceled it. Something about..." Levi's voice took on an affected tone much like the teacher in question. "...'one of them will become the most powerful weapon the dark can manipulate'...or some crap like that. Sounds to me like one of us is gonna be really powerful and have friends who aren't good guys. Not that one of us is going to go to the dark side. Though, considering that the entire class is Slytherin neither one is really much of a stretch. But I'm not the psychic, am I?" Levi said good-naturedly.
"So you decided to get your Malfoy detention over with?"
"Oui!" Levi said as she bounced up from her seat. Suddenly, Shibby had a flash.
Levi slightly older (a couple of years at the most) being read to in French by a boy in a Ravenclaw uniform. The boy had sandy hair and clear amber coloured eyes that shone with intelligence. He was very cute, but the part that screamed at Shibby, though, was the fact that he had his head in Levi's lap and she was stroking his hair as he read.
Shibby brought herself back to the real world to see that Levi had already walked over to where she had left a huge stack of bedpans. Shibby shuddered slightly at the thought of having to clean them all without magic.
"So where did you hear the Spanish curse from?" Shibby said hoping Levi hadn't noticed anything weird.
"You," Levi said as she began scrubbing.
"Me?" Shibby said loudly as she bolted upright.
"Yeah, you used on somebody at the orphanage. I can't remember what he did, but I know he was a Big Brother. Obviously, a wizard Big Bro. I was hiding from you, because you wanted to drag me to the secondary school concert."
"Why didn't I get a Use-of-Magic-in-Front-of-a-Muggle citation?" Shibby pondered out loud as she settled back into bed.
"Because I'm not a Muggle and even if I was considered one at the time, I've always believed in magic. Part of my religion," Levi said as she moved on to her fifth bedpan.
"You're really good at that," Shibby said amazed at how fast the little girl was thoroughly cleaning the bedpans. She could see them shining from the bed.
"I didn't know I was magical 'til recently and I always get in trouble." Apparently, Levi could sense Shibby's bewilderment. "I'm used to cleaning stuff without magic." She scrubbed a couple more bedpans in silence. "Just wondering...what's the countercurse?"
"Well, you know that the curse is the words 'Speak Spanish' in Latin? Actually it's 'Speak -insert language here-' in Latin, but anyway . . . the countercurse is the same words in Hebrew. That would be..." Shibby began.
"Hello! I think I know a little more Hebrew than you do," said Levi.
A/N: Thanks for the patience. If I was you, I'd have flamed me by now. Please click the little blue button. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome.
