A/N: Okay, I've got to know. Where is it that it looks like Fidelio likes Morgan more than Olivia? o.O I've looked everywhere and I can't find anything. I'm confused.
Anyway, so my friend Celia (Corazon) told me that I should make the who Charlie/Morgan thing a running gag, so you'll see more of that going around, cause I find it funny. XD
And it seems I might make another fanfic after this one continuing this line of stuff, so when I finish this one, I'll be writing more. I'm right surprised I get so many comments not thirty minutes after I post up a new chapter. I didn't even get that with my HP fanfic and I got PLENTY with that lot.
Must be because I'm one of a few CB fanfic writers on ….
Maybe I should stop listening to a song that keeps screaming "We will kill you!" over and over again. O.o
Chapter Six
Charlie got up earlier than he had expected on Monday morning, the light of dawn just creeping into the sky. He yawned and looked under his bed to the wand. He picked it up and held it in his hands.
He wondered what the ancestor was like that had used this wand before him. He wondered what sort of person he was that Skarpo respected him. Skarpo wasn't so bad, when he came to it. He had told him how to cure his uncle Paton. Vervain. That had helped him.
Charlie bolted to his feet. VERVAIN. That was the thing to use on Emma! If that didn't help her then he didn't know what could. He'd have to do it on the next weekend break, but he would ask Mrs. Gunn to click some off from the plant he'd given her for him.
Charlie looked out the window and saw the sky. It was practically cloudless. The sun would be coming up and blazing down on everyone.
Charlie bolted out the door as fast as he could to the bus stop with his trunk in tow. When he reached it, he saw Morgan run up with a piece of toast clenched in her teeth and her own trunk behind her. Her cloak was on, while his was not.
She swallowed a bit of the toast and smiled sleepily at Charlie. "That was fun, Charlie, Saturday I mean. I like your friends."
Charlie nodded. "It was all right." He was still a little sore at her father for making that joke.
The bus came and Morgan sat down somewhere toward the back while Charlie sat next to Fidelio. "I think I know what might help Emma," whispered Charlie to Fidelio.
"What?"
"Vervain. Remember when my Uncle was so sick his powers were even in jeopardy and we went to my Aunt Eustacia's garden and stole her vervain plant?"
Fidelio couldn't forget. They nearly got caught and his own mother was hiding the plant for them. "We'll tell Emma during break."
And so, after the first class, they had their daily run. Charlie ran out after Fidelio, his sleeves rolled up. The sun was beating down on them and he was having trouble seeing. He looked up in time to see Fidelio ram straight into Olivia.
Olivia giggled. "Fido! That's not a nice way to greet a girl!"
Fidelio blushed as he pulled off and helped Olivia up. Charlie smirked slightly. "Sorry, Olivia, I didn't see you. Sun is a bit bright, y'know."
Emma came walking over, her hands bandaged horribly. "I don't—I don't know I even bother coming to school. They hurt so much and today they started bleeding," she sobbed.
Charlie frowned at her hands. He'd have to help her as soon as they got back home for the weekend. They started the run and Charlie pulled them all into a secluded area. "I know what can help you, at least I hope," he said to Emma.
Emma looked to him, wiping her eyes with the back of a bandaged hand. "Oh?"
"Remember that vervain we stole from my Aunt's garden? It helped my uncle, I'm sure it can help you," Charlie said.
Emma nodded and whimpered slightly at her hands. Olivia patted Emma on the shoulder before they went out back into the run.
Charlie looked up at the sky somewhere around lunch time and saw the clouds were covering the sun now, the area much cooler than before. "We're having very odd weather lately. Sunny and bright and hot, then at the next turn, it's chilly and cloudy."
Morgan nodded looking up at the window herself. Gabriel looked out and shrugged. "At least it's not like one of Tancred's tantrums out there."
Charlie turned to his food and grunted. Fidelio looked over at his food and grinned. "Trade you the meat for the vegetables, Charlie." Charlie grinned and gave Fidelio the vegetables from his plate.
Morgan looked to Gabriel. "So what is your power, eh?"
Gabriel blushed slightly and looked uncomfortably at his food. Charlie explained him to Morgan in whispers so others wouldn't know about it and ask. Morgan nodded to Gabriel and smiled. "That's neat! Mine's a little weird, too."
"What do you do?" Gabriel asked. Charlie and Fidelio snapped their heads in her direction as she blushed slightly.
"I can project my hands and strength." She saw the confusion in their eyes and sighed. "Like—think of telekinesis. Now—imagine your own hands reaching out to grab something off the table. That's basically what I do. I can touch, grab, hit, pull or whatever using my hands as a projection to do so, though with my mind."
Charlie looked to Fidelio and watched as a slow grin went across Fidelio's face. "So that means—"
The bell rang for lunch to be over and Morgan got hastily to her feet and took her tray away. She got out of the room before Charlie or Fidelio could ask anything from her.
She ran into something taller than her and looked up at two wolfish eyes. She blushed slightly and backed off, fixing Asa with a glare. "Sorry, Pike."
"Watch where you're going, MacGregor," he snorted. He had the claw marks on his left cheek from her nails. She suddenly felt something like skin on her fingers and…scabs?
Charlie came into the hall just in time to see both Asa and Morgan leap away from each other as though both were electrified. Fidelio grinned even more. "Looks as though she doesn't completely control when it happens," he said to Charlie, indicating both were very red in the face.
"You stop DOING THAT!" Asa growled, obviously shaken.
"I SAID I was SORRY! I didn't mean anything by it, you stupid prat!" she snarled back.
Then, both grunted and stalked off in opposite directions. Charlie raised his eyebrows at Fidelio, who was grinning even more broadly. It was rather scary, actually.
Billy Raven came over, smiling at Charlie slightly. "Oh—hello, Billy," Charlie said smiling back. "I hope things aren't too horrible having to stay here all the time."
Billy shook his head. "It's not all that bad. Rembrandt I visit, of course, thanks to you and everyone else, and I found there's a girl that's staying here now as well. She's all right, I guess, when she's not staring off into space."
Charlie looked to Billy carefully. "A girl?"
"BONE! TO CLASS! NOW!"
Manfred was in the hallway and from the looks of it, not entirely happy. Billy nodded to Charlie and waved. "Bye!" Then, he disappeared in the crowd.
Charlie was then pulled along to class by Fidelio. French was as boring as it ever was; one step up from watching mold grow on the stone walls of the old castle ruins. When French was done, Charlie went to his next class, running into Corazon. She was shuffling to class with her long black hair swinging in her face as her head bowed slightly.
"Corazon? Hello," Charlie said in hopes that she might respond. As it was, she looked like Emma when she was hypnotized.
Corazon didn't even stop. She kept on, walking to class and disappearing around the corner. Charlie grunted and went on to his own class.
Much later, he would take stock of what Billy had said. Was it Corazon that never went home, or was it Ada? He'd seen them both come off the buses that first day back last week. Maybe it was someone else, but he'd not seen anyone else that hadn't been there before.
He sighed as he looked to his homework. There were only three new students and all three were really the age they were and all three were endowed. Which one would be the more dangerous to have loose?
Corazon never gave an indication as to what her powers were and the same went with Ada, though she seemed even less likely than Corazon. Morgan was perfectly normal, although a little annoying, when he first met her and only now were the Bloors showing an interest in her.
But the truth in Morgan was that she'd moved into the house across the street. He'd seen it and there was no way she could be in two places at once. Her power, he concluded, could be very dangerous indeed, but not so much so that the Bloors took immediate interest in her.
"Bone. Homework. Now." Manfred's tone broke Charlie's thoughts and Charlie looked down at his paper, still thinking.
Manfred. He was the key. Who did he spend the most time looking after? It would be Manfred's ability that would keep the girl locked away and hypnotized. He generally could be found corralling both girls, Corazon and Ada.
"MacGregor—homework." Charlie looked up to see Morgan begrudgingly going back to the homework in front of her. Manfred, however, was watching with a maliciousness he didn't care to see directed at anyone.
Emma wasn't there. She'd gone to the nurse to have something done to her hands to keep them from hurting so badly. That worried him even more. What if the vervain wouldn't help when it came to it? What if something happened to the plant itself? Too many things raced through his mind as he stared up at the Red King's picture. Already he could hear the faint swish of a cloak and some purring, loud and warm, making his heart feel less heavy. He looked into those eyes and saw them twinkle at him joyfully. Charlie delved deeper, smiling as he felt suddenly very warm and sure of everything. Everything would be all right.
"BONE!" Charlie broke away sharply and looked to Manfred. Manfred's face was turning red and he looked like he might explode. Charlie hastily looked down at his homework and went to work, not wanting to end up some sort of vegetable from looking at Manfred too long.
Charlie suddenly looked up as paper moved toward him. He looked around and picked up the paper, looking at it. There was a cartoon on it of Manfred's head on a platter. He looked up and saw Morgan smirking at him.
He slid the paper nonchalantly under his homework, grinning at Morgan. She looked to Manfred and then lifted her hand slightly from another sheet of paper, sending it across the table as she stared at it, concentrating. Charlie looked to this one and grinned. It was Asa as a dog on all fours with a leash that was being held by a cartoon Manfred. On the side it said 'lap dog' and an arrow pointing to Asa.
Charlie looked to Manfred and wrote 'lap beast' onto it and felt the paper move from his across the table into Morgan's hand. However, a hand slammed down on Morgan's hand. Asa Pike was glaring intently at Morgan and Charlie, but mostly Morgan before he picked up the paper and looked at it. A sick grin went across his face. "Manfred."
Manfred grunted as he wrote on something. "You wouldn't call me your lap beast, would you?" Asa continued. Morgan was turning red and dug her nails into the table. Asa let out a growl and glared at her. Charlie swore he could see an unspoken war being declared between the two. However, he did notice something else. Asa's hand was clenched as though in pain and the cloth of his sleeve on his forearm was bunched as though someone had a grip on them.
Manfred looked up and then snatched the paper from Asa. Morgan kept glaring directly at Asa and vice versa, neither moving nor speaking as Manfred glared at Charlie. "DETENTION! I'll make sure both of you end up with detention!" Then, he crumpled the paper and picked up his homework, walking out of the King's room.
Nothing seemed to break between Morgan and Asa, however. Her knuckles were white as she dug her nails into the table more and the color drained from Asa's face more, a sick grin on his face as he clenched his fist and teeth at once. "G-getting better, MacGregor," he said finally.
Morgan suddenly stood up and Asa slumped into a chair, cradling his arm. She picked up her things and walked out without a word. Asa panted as he glared at Charlie. "Get back to work. Just because Manfred isn't here doesn't mean you lot can slack off!"
He pulled back his sleeve and hissed. Charlie looked up to see angry, red marks in his arm where nails had dug into his skin.
Anyway, so my friend Celia (Corazon) told me that I should make the who Charlie/Morgan thing a running gag, so you'll see more of that going around, cause I find it funny. XD
And it seems I might make another fanfic after this one continuing this line of stuff, so when I finish this one, I'll be writing more. I'm right surprised I get so many comments not thirty minutes after I post up a new chapter. I didn't even get that with my HP fanfic and I got PLENTY with that lot.
Must be because I'm one of a few CB fanfic writers on ….
Maybe I should stop listening to a song that keeps screaming "We will kill you!" over and over again. O.o
Chapter Six
Charlie got up earlier than he had expected on Monday morning, the light of dawn just creeping into the sky. He yawned and looked under his bed to the wand. He picked it up and held it in his hands.
He wondered what the ancestor was like that had used this wand before him. He wondered what sort of person he was that Skarpo respected him. Skarpo wasn't so bad, when he came to it. He had told him how to cure his uncle Paton. Vervain. That had helped him.
Charlie bolted to his feet. VERVAIN. That was the thing to use on Emma! If that didn't help her then he didn't know what could. He'd have to do it on the next weekend break, but he would ask Mrs. Gunn to click some off from the plant he'd given her for him.
Charlie looked out the window and saw the sky. It was practically cloudless. The sun would be coming up and blazing down on everyone.
Charlie bolted out the door as fast as he could to the bus stop with his trunk in tow. When he reached it, he saw Morgan run up with a piece of toast clenched in her teeth and her own trunk behind her. Her cloak was on, while his was not.
She swallowed a bit of the toast and smiled sleepily at Charlie. "That was fun, Charlie, Saturday I mean. I like your friends."
Charlie nodded. "It was all right." He was still a little sore at her father for making that joke.
The bus came and Morgan sat down somewhere toward the back while Charlie sat next to Fidelio. "I think I know what might help Emma," whispered Charlie to Fidelio.
"What?"
"Vervain. Remember when my Uncle was so sick his powers were even in jeopardy and we went to my Aunt Eustacia's garden and stole her vervain plant?"
Fidelio couldn't forget. They nearly got caught and his own mother was hiding the plant for them. "We'll tell Emma during break."
And so, after the first class, they had their daily run. Charlie ran out after Fidelio, his sleeves rolled up. The sun was beating down on them and he was having trouble seeing. He looked up in time to see Fidelio ram straight into Olivia.
Olivia giggled. "Fido! That's not a nice way to greet a girl!"
Fidelio blushed as he pulled off and helped Olivia up. Charlie smirked slightly. "Sorry, Olivia, I didn't see you. Sun is a bit bright, y'know."
Emma came walking over, her hands bandaged horribly. "I don't—I don't know I even bother coming to school. They hurt so much and today they started bleeding," she sobbed.
Charlie frowned at her hands. He'd have to help her as soon as they got back home for the weekend. They started the run and Charlie pulled them all into a secluded area. "I know what can help you, at least I hope," he said to Emma.
Emma looked to him, wiping her eyes with the back of a bandaged hand. "Oh?"
"Remember that vervain we stole from my Aunt's garden? It helped my uncle, I'm sure it can help you," Charlie said.
Emma nodded and whimpered slightly at her hands. Olivia patted Emma on the shoulder before they went out back into the run.
Charlie looked up at the sky somewhere around lunch time and saw the clouds were covering the sun now, the area much cooler than before. "We're having very odd weather lately. Sunny and bright and hot, then at the next turn, it's chilly and cloudy."
Morgan nodded looking up at the window herself. Gabriel looked out and shrugged. "At least it's not like one of Tancred's tantrums out there."
Charlie turned to his food and grunted. Fidelio looked over at his food and grinned. "Trade you the meat for the vegetables, Charlie." Charlie grinned and gave Fidelio the vegetables from his plate.
Morgan looked to Gabriel. "So what is your power, eh?"
Gabriel blushed slightly and looked uncomfortably at his food. Charlie explained him to Morgan in whispers so others wouldn't know about it and ask. Morgan nodded to Gabriel and smiled. "That's neat! Mine's a little weird, too."
"What do you do?" Gabriel asked. Charlie and Fidelio snapped their heads in her direction as she blushed slightly.
"I can project my hands and strength." She saw the confusion in their eyes and sighed. "Like—think of telekinesis. Now—imagine your own hands reaching out to grab something off the table. That's basically what I do. I can touch, grab, hit, pull or whatever using my hands as a projection to do so, though with my mind."
Charlie looked to Fidelio and watched as a slow grin went across Fidelio's face. "So that means—"
The bell rang for lunch to be over and Morgan got hastily to her feet and took her tray away. She got out of the room before Charlie or Fidelio could ask anything from her.
She ran into something taller than her and looked up at two wolfish eyes. She blushed slightly and backed off, fixing Asa with a glare. "Sorry, Pike."
"Watch where you're going, MacGregor," he snorted. He had the claw marks on his left cheek from her nails. She suddenly felt something like skin on her fingers and…scabs?
Charlie came into the hall just in time to see both Asa and Morgan leap away from each other as though both were electrified. Fidelio grinned even more. "Looks as though she doesn't completely control when it happens," he said to Charlie, indicating both were very red in the face.
"You stop DOING THAT!" Asa growled, obviously shaken.
"I SAID I was SORRY! I didn't mean anything by it, you stupid prat!" she snarled back.
Then, both grunted and stalked off in opposite directions. Charlie raised his eyebrows at Fidelio, who was grinning even more broadly. It was rather scary, actually.
Billy Raven came over, smiling at Charlie slightly. "Oh—hello, Billy," Charlie said smiling back. "I hope things aren't too horrible having to stay here all the time."
Billy shook his head. "It's not all that bad. Rembrandt I visit, of course, thanks to you and everyone else, and I found there's a girl that's staying here now as well. She's all right, I guess, when she's not staring off into space."
Charlie looked to Billy carefully. "A girl?"
"BONE! TO CLASS! NOW!"
Manfred was in the hallway and from the looks of it, not entirely happy. Billy nodded to Charlie and waved. "Bye!" Then, he disappeared in the crowd.
Charlie was then pulled along to class by Fidelio. French was as boring as it ever was; one step up from watching mold grow on the stone walls of the old castle ruins. When French was done, Charlie went to his next class, running into Corazon. She was shuffling to class with her long black hair swinging in her face as her head bowed slightly.
"Corazon? Hello," Charlie said in hopes that she might respond. As it was, she looked like Emma when she was hypnotized.
Corazon didn't even stop. She kept on, walking to class and disappearing around the corner. Charlie grunted and went on to his own class.
Much later, he would take stock of what Billy had said. Was it Corazon that never went home, or was it Ada? He'd seen them both come off the buses that first day back last week. Maybe it was someone else, but he'd not seen anyone else that hadn't been there before.
He sighed as he looked to his homework. There were only three new students and all three were really the age they were and all three were endowed. Which one would be the more dangerous to have loose?
Corazon never gave an indication as to what her powers were and the same went with Ada, though she seemed even less likely than Corazon. Morgan was perfectly normal, although a little annoying, when he first met her and only now were the Bloors showing an interest in her.
But the truth in Morgan was that she'd moved into the house across the street. He'd seen it and there was no way she could be in two places at once. Her power, he concluded, could be very dangerous indeed, but not so much so that the Bloors took immediate interest in her.
"Bone. Homework. Now." Manfred's tone broke Charlie's thoughts and Charlie looked down at his paper, still thinking.
Manfred. He was the key. Who did he spend the most time looking after? It would be Manfred's ability that would keep the girl locked away and hypnotized. He generally could be found corralling both girls, Corazon and Ada.
"MacGregor—homework." Charlie looked up to see Morgan begrudgingly going back to the homework in front of her. Manfred, however, was watching with a maliciousness he didn't care to see directed at anyone.
Emma wasn't there. She'd gone to the nurse to have something done to her hands to keep them from hurting so badly. That worried him even more. What if the vervain wouldn't help when it came to it? What if something happened to the plant itself? Too many things raced through his mind as he stared up at the Red King's picture. Already he could hear the faint swish of a cloak and some purring, loud and warm, making his heart feel less heavy. He looked into those eyes and saw them twinkle at him joyfully. Charlie delved deeper, smiling as he felt suddenly very warm and sure of everything. Everything would be all right.
"BONE!" Charlie broke away sharply and looked to Manfred. Manfred's face was turning red and he looked like he might explode. Charlie hastily looked down at his homework and went to work, not wanting to end up some sort of vegetable from looking at Manfred too long.
Charlie suddenly looked up as paper moved toward him. He looked around and picked up the paper, looking at it. There was a cartoon on it of Manfred's head on a platter. He looked up and saw Morgan smirking at him.
He slid the paper nonchalantly under his homework, grinning at Morgan. She looked to Manfred and then lifted her hand slightly from another sheet of paper, sending it across the table as she stared at it, concentrating. Charlie looked to this one and grinned. It was Asa as a dog on all fours with a leash that was being held by a cartoon Manfred. On the side it said 'lap dog' and an arrow pointing to Asa.
Charlie looked to Manfred and wrote 'lap beast' onto it and felt the paper move from his across the table into Morgan's hand. However, a hand slammed down on Morgan's hand. Asa Pike was glaring intently at Morgan and Charlie, but mostly Morgan before he picked up the paper and looked at it. A sick grin went across his face. "Manfred."
Manfred grunted as he wrote on something. "You wouldn't call me your lap beast, would you?" Asa continued. Morgan was turning red and dug her nails into the table. Asa let out a growl and glared at her. Charlie swore he could see an unspoken war being declared between the two. However, he did notice something else. Asa's hand was clenched as though in pain and the cloth of his sleeve on his forearm was bunched as though someone had a grip on them.
Manfred looked up and then snatched the paper from Asa. Morgan kept glaring directly at Asa and vice versa, neither moving nor speaking as Manfred glared at Charlie. "DETENTION! I'll make sure both of you end up with detention!" Then, he crumpled the paper and picked up his homework, walking out of the King's room.
Nothing seemed to break between Morgan and Asa, however. Her knuckles were white as she dug her nails into the table more and the color drained from Asa's face more, a sick grin on his face as he clenched his fist and teeth at once. "G-getting better, MacGregor," he said finally.
Morgan suddenly stood up and Asa slumped into a chair, cradling his arm. She picked up her things and walked out without a word. Asa panted as he glared at Charlie. "Get back to work. Just because Manfred isn't here doesn't mean you lot can slack off!"
He pulled back his sleeve and hissed. Charlie looked up to see angry, red marks in his arm where nails had dug into his skin.