A/N: Yet another chap set up. Please review. I know this looks a lot like a plotless piece of crap, but it isn't (not really, anyway). Oh, yeah: I DO NOT own any part of the Young Wizards series, DD owns it all, please don't sue, thanks.
Kit and Nita, breathing slightly faster than they would have usually, opened Nita's door and entered, glad of the comfort of a familiar place. "Hi Daddy," Nita called to her father, who was in the kitchen busily making coffee.
"Hi Neets," he replied. "Hey Kit."
"'Lo, Mr. Callahan," said Kit respectfully. "We wanted to talk over an assignment we just got. That okay?"
"Sure, sure. Go ahead."
Halfway to Nita's room, they were impeded by a small, hyper figure. "So?" asked Dairine Callahan. "What's the assignment?"
Nita groaned. Little sisters could be such a pain sometimes. "Go jump off a cliff, runt," she said, starting again up the stairs. On the fifth step she paused and turned, intending to ask why Dairine hadn't been home after school let out, but took a closer look at her sister's face and gasped a little.
"Dari..."
"What did you do, set the house on fire?" asked Kit bemusedly.
Sure enough, Dairine's face was sooty and one of her eyebrows had been singed off. "Well," she said, shifting her weight from foot to foot, "it's a long story..." Kit grinned, hit eyes flashing. "You don't have to tell us if you don't interrupt us."
"Deal," said Dairine quickly, hurrying past where they stood on the stairs and into her room, slamming the door.
"Well, that takes care of her. Let's go." And Kit walked up the stairs into Nita's room, Nita herself close behind him.
"Well?" she said, closing the door behind them. "What're we going to do?"
"Take the assignment, of course," said Kit, although he looked pale and shaky.
"I know that, smart guy." Nita sat down on the bed, feeling a bit shaky herself. "I mean, how?"
"Well, it's like Tom said, isn't it? We have to hunt down the gang he's been working with and spook them into telling us. I figure maybe some cloaking spells and a transit circle... maybe we can rig up some flashing lights or something; the Manual probably has a section on party tricks. And once we get the information from them..." His sentence trailed into nothingness, and, looking slightly helpless, sat down next to Nita.
Nita stared at him thoughtfully. "Y'know," she said softly, "that just might work. Listen, we have to get them away from other people, so that means we have to do it at night, right?" Kit nodded, and began rummaging in his claudation for his Manual. "Do you think," Nita continued, "that we should do it tomorrow night? Just to get it over with, I mean.
Kit grunted in agreement, and began tugging at his Manual, which was still in the claudation. "It's... stuck!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Never mind," said Nita sympathetically. "I'll do it." She reached down her hand in the same position as Kit, closed her fingers over the Manual, and gave a huge heave, which send her sprawling backwards into Kit. "I don't know what happened," she admitted sheepishly. "I expected some resistance because you couldn't get it, but then it came out so easily... the only thing could have been that you didn't have to power to take it out.
Her face suddenly grew thoughtful. "Now that I think of it, I haven't seen you do a spell all day. Something's up."
Kit looked at her and sighed. "Check this." He sat down on the bed again where Nita joined him, and flicked through his Manual to his listing. It read:
RODRIGUEZ, Christopher
(RL 1.2 /- 0.5)
CRITICAL POWER
"Powers That Be, Kit, do you have any idea what this means?" Nita was flabbergasted. There was almost no way Kit could have a power level that low. That meant to do any spells might drain him for a day or so. And that kind of risk was disastrous on assignment. "So?" she asked quietly. "What are we going to do?"
"You're going to have to feed me power. I'm sorry Neets, I really am, but it's either that or you have to do it alone, and I won't let you do that. Apart from that, there's just no other way."
Nita glanced at the door and saw Dairine's eager mug peering around it. She muttered something in Speech and made a rapid arm movement, a spell that caused the door to swing shut in Dairine's face. "Okay," she said firmly. "Let's do it tomorrow night. I'll have a power feed spell ready. Meet me here at ten, okay? So we'll have the day to play this. I don't know what we'd do it if wasn't a weekend..."
Kit broke the uneasy silence. "Well, I thing I should be heading home. My parents will be wondering where I am. Bye."
As Kit left the room, Dairine entered it. "Spill," she ordered, sitting down on Nita's bed. Nita chewed indecisively on her fingernail for a moment, and then told her.
"... and now Kit's at a critical power level, and we have this huge assignment. What should we do?"
Dairine raised her one remaining eyebrow. "Do you need me to help you? I could do the power feed, so you can just do the work."
Nita breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you Dari!" she said, hugging her sister.
"Enough," Dairine grunted from inside Nita's back-breaking embrace. "If you squish me, I won't be able to help at all."
A/N: extremely crappy wasn't it? I am leading up to something, so you know, but this is my first fanfic so I don't really know what pace to write at and I'll probably end up going too fast or too slow so I apologize in advance for that. Also, I'm working on a big school project so there may not be any updates for a while, sorry.
Kit and Nita, breathing slightly faster than they would have usually, opened Nita's door and entered, glad of the comfort of a familiar place. "Hi Daddy," Nita called to her father, who was in the kitchen busily making coffee.
"Hi Neets," he replied. "Hey Kit."
"'Lo, Mr. Callahan," said Kit respectfully. "We wanted to talk over an assignment we just got. That okay?"
"Sure, sure. Go ahead."
Halfway to Nita's room, they were impeded by a small, hyper figure. "So?" asked Dairine Callahan. "What's the assignment?"
Nita groaned. Little sisters could be such a pain sometimes. "Go jump off a cliff, runt," she said, starting again up the stairs. On the fifth step she paused and turned, intending to ask why Dairine hadn't been home after school let out, but took a closer look at her sister's face and gasped a little.
"Dari..."
"What did you do, set the house on fire?" asked Kit bemusedly.
Sure enough, Dairine's face was sooty and one of her eyebrows had been singed off. "Well," she said, shifting her weight from foot to foot, "it's a long story..." Kit grinned, hit eyes flashing. "You don't have to tell us if you don't interrupt us."
"Deal," said Dairine quickly, hurrying past where they stood on the stairs and into her room, slamming the door.
"Well, that takes care of her. Let's go." And Kit walked up the stairs into Nita's room, Nita herself close behind him.
"Well?" she said, closing the door behind them. "What're we going to do?"
"Take the assignment, of course," said Kit, although he looked pale and shaky.
"I know that, smart guy." Nita sat down on the bed, feeling a bit shaky herself. "I mean, how?"
"Well, it's like Tom said, isn't it? We have to hunt down the gang he's been working with and spook them into telling us. I figure maybe some cloaking spells and a transit circle... maybe we can rig up some flashing lights or something; the Manual probably has a section on party tricks. And once we get the information from them..." His sentence trailed into nothingness, and, looking slightly helpless, sat down next to Nita.
Nita stared at him thoughtfully. "Y'know," she said softly, "that just might work. Listen, we have to get them away from other people, so that means we have to do it at night, right?" Kit nodded, and began rummaging in his claudation for his Manual. "Do you think," Nita continued, "that we should do it tomorrow night? Just to get it over with, I mean.
Kit grunted in agreement, and began tugging at his Manual, which was still in the claudation. "It's... stuck!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Never mind," said Nita sympathetically. "I'll do it." She reached down her hand in the same position as Kit, closed her fingers over the Manual, and gave a huge heave, which send her sprawling backwards into Kit. "I don't know what happened," she admitted sheepishly. "I expected some resistance because you couldn't get it, but then it came out so easily... the only thing could have been that you didn't have to power to take it out.
Her face suddenly grew thoughtful. "Now that I think of it, I haven't seen you do a spell all day. Something's up."
Kit looked at her and sighed. "Check this." He sat down on the bed again where Nita joined him, and flicked through his Manual to his listing. It read:
RODRIGUEZ, Christopher
(RL 1.2 /- 0.5)
CRITICAL POWER
"Powers That Be, Kit, do you have any idea what this means?" Nita was flabbergasted. There was almost no way Kit could have a power level that low. That meant to do any spells might drain him for a day or so. And that kind of risk was disastrous on assignment. "So?" she asked quietly. "What are we going to do?"
"You're going to have to feed me power. I'm sorry Neets, I really am, but it's either that or you have to do it alone, and I won't let you do that. Apart from that, there's just no other way."
Nita glanced at the door and saw Dairine's eager mug peering around it. She muttered something in Speech and made a rapid arm movement, a spell that caused the door to swing shut in Dairine's face. "Okay," she said firmly. "Let's do it tomorrow night. I'll have a power feed spell ready. Meet me here at ten, okay? So we'll have the day to play this. I don't know what we'd do it if wasn't a weekend..."
Kit broke the uneasy silence. "Well, I thing I should be heading home. My parents will be wondering where I am. Bye."
As Kit left the room, Dairine entered it. "Spill," she ordered, sitting down on Nita's bed. Nita chewed indecisively on her fingernail for a moment, and then told her.
"... and now Kit's at a critical power level, and we have this huge assignment. What should we do?"
Dairine raised her one remaining eyebrow. "Do you need me to help you? I could do the power feed, so you can just do the work."
Nita breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you Dari!" she said, hugging her sister.
"Enough," Dairine grunted from inside Nita's back-breaking embrace. "If you squish me, I won't be able to help at all."
A/N: extremely crappy wasn't it? I am leading up to something, so you know, but this is my first fanfic so I don't really know what pace to write at and I'll probably end up going too fast or too slow so I apologize in advance for that. Also, I'm working on a big school project so there may not be any updates for a while, sorry.