Authr's Note: Remember the disclaimer from Chapter 7 about April Burns, she
is not mine! So ha, you can't screw me over about it.
Chapter Eight: And April Rolls In
"Damn straight! Seriously, where in the hell have you been?" April said, she was obviously furious.
"I've been working at my JOB! Jeez, you could have called or sent an owl..." Ariadne started as Farrell helped her to her feet.
"I tried called your boss said you hadn't showed up in weeks..." Arpil was not tapping her left foot, her face had grown quite red with her anger.
"What is going on, Aria?" Farrell asked, seeming kind of concerned.
"Go on, Ari, tell him what you did..." April was now grinning.
"Uhm... Well... Shit, April, it's not his business!" Ariadne glowered furiously at April, "Farrell, I'm gonna talk to April privately, I'll meet you at Olivander's later, okay?"
"Oh, yeah, sure we need to grabs some stock of wands.. Catch you, and be careful!" Farrell eyed April as he walked off.
Ariadne held her hand cupped over April's mouth till Farrell was out of sight. She glared at April, who glared back. It was clear that two did not have a wonderful past together, but they seemed to have an awkward friendship.
"Jeez, April, I'm in the Order now! So is Farrell, he can't know about this!" Ariadne's face was like stone, she was utterly serious.
"YOU'RE IN THE WHAT?!" April yelled so loud that a few by-standers looked at her and Ariadne.
"Shhhh!" Ariadne pulled April to a darker part of the alley, still gripping her sore stomach, "I'm in the Order now..."
"You're a former Slytherin and you are helping that Potter kid?" April was sounding angrier by the moment.
"Yes! He's really not like the Daily Prophet had said.... You know that!" Ariandne said bluntly.
"What ever happened to you hating him and thinking he was a poor excuse for a wizard..." April said in a mocking tone.
"I've changed since then..." Ariadne said distantly, "Here's your 20 galleons..." Ariadne handed her some galleons with a frown and then she walked away.
April watched after her, a sense of concern on her face. I hope I didn't hurt her too badly. April thought about how much power she placed in that punch, she put so much she wouldn't be surprise if she broke a rib or something. She's walking fine, she'll get over it, I have to go give this to someone quite special before it's too late.
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Harry looked at Ron and Hermione blankly, his scar seared a moment, but stopped almost directly after, this had not happened in almost 3 years. The last time it did was when Ron got hurt pretty bad by a bludger in a game about 3-4 years back. He traced his fingers over his scar lightly.
"Did it hurt or something?" Ron asked, watching Harry trace over his scar.
Ginny ran in, she was flustered, and it seemed as if she'd run all around the mansion. It was obvious she had an urgent message, she huffed for breath and blurted it.
"I just.... got a message.... from Farrell..." Ginny paused, taking in a deep breath, "Ariadne got... in a 'fight'.... He scanned her there.... is internal bleeding... He asked for Hermione!"
Harry stood up abruptly, seeming surprised. Was his scar letting him know that a loved one was hurt? Is that why it was searing with pain just a moment ago? He apparated from his spot, followed by Ginny, Ron, and Hermione.
SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP!
They suddenly appeared in front of Olivander's, the wand shop on Diagon Alley. Harry spun about, behind him Farrell had Ariadne hoisted by her right arm over his shoulder. The others turned around right after he had turned to face Farrell and Ariadne.
"Hermione, she needs your medical spells..." Farrell said in despiration, "She can't go to the hospital because its not a magical injury..."
Hermione walked towards Ariadne, holding out her wand aiming it at her. She muttered a few words and a wispy seafoam sparkle shot towards Ariadne, wrapping about her stomach.
"This will stop the blood flow and heal the damage, but it will still be quite sore..." Hermione said, "Now how did that happen?"
"This gi-" Farrell started off.
"It was nothing, nothing at all...." Ariand interrupted Farrell, ending the discussion.
Chapter Eight: And April Rolls In
"Damn straight! Seriously, where in the hell have you been?" April said, she was obviously furious.
"I've been working at my JOB! Jeez, you could have called or sent an owl..." Ariadne started as Farrell helped her to her feet.
"I tried called your boss said you hadn't showed up in weeks..." Arpil was not tapping her left foot, her face had grown quite red with her anger.
"What is going on, Aria?" Farrell asked, seeming kind of concerned.
"Go on, Ari, tell him what you did..." April was now grinning.
"Uhm... Well... Shit, April, it's not his business!" Ariadne glowered furiously at April, "Farrell, I'm gonna talk to April privately, I'll meet you at Olivander's later, okay?"
"Oh, yeah, sure we need to grabs some stock of wands.. Catch you, and be careful!" Farrell eyed April as he walked off.
Ariadne held her hand cupped over April's mouth till Farrell was out of sight. She glared at April, who glared back. It was clear that two did not have a wonderful past together, but they seemed to have an awkward friendship.
"Jeez, April, I'm in the Order now! So is Farrell, he can't know about this!" Ariadne's face was like stone, she was utterly serious.
"YOU'RE IN THE WHAT?!" April yelled so loud that a few by-standers looked at her and Ariadne.
"Shhhh!" Ariadne pulled April to a darker part of the alley, still gripping her sore stomach, "I'm in the Order now..."
"You're a former Slytherin and you are helping that Potter kid?" April was sounding angrier by the moment.
"Yes! He's really not like the Daily Prophet had said.... You know that!" Ariandne said bluntly.
"What ever happened to you hating him and thinking he was a poor excuse for a wizard..." April said in a mocking tone.
"I've changed since then..." Ariadne said distantly, "Here's your 20 galleons..." Ariadne handed her some galleons with a frown and then she walked away.
April watched after her, a sense of concern on her face. I hope I didn't hurt her too badly. April thought about how much power she placed in that punch, she put so much she wouldn't be surprise if she broke a rib or something. She's walking fine, she'll get over it, I have to go give this to someone quite special before it's too late.
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Harry looked at Ron and Hermione blankly, his scar seared a moment, but stopped almost directly after, this had not happened in almost 3 years. The last time it did was when Ron got hurt pretty bad by a bludger in a game about 3-4 years back. He traced his fingers over his scar lightly.
"Did it hurt or something?" Ron asked, watching Harry trace over his scar.
Ginny ran in, she was flustered, and it seemed as if she'd run all around the mansion. It was obvious she had an urgent message, she huffed for breath and blurted it.
"I just.... got a message.... from Farrell..." Ginny paused, taking in a deep breath, "Ariadne got... in a 'fight'.... He scanned her there.... is internal bleeding... He asked for Hermione!"
Harry stood up abruptly, seeming surprised. Was his scar letting him know that a loved one was hurt? Is that why it was searing with pain just a moment ago? He apparated from his spot, followed by Ginny, Ron, and Hermione.
SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP!
They suddenly appeared in front of Olivander's, the wand shop on Diagon Alley. Harry spun about, behind him Farrell had Ariadne hoisted by her right arm over his shoulder. The others turned around right after he had turned to face Farrell and Ariadne.
"Hermione, she needs your medical spells..." Farrell said in despiration, "She can't go to the hospital because its not a magical injury..."
Hermione walked towards Ariadne, holding out her wand aiming it at her. She muttered a few words and a wispy seafoam sparkle shot towards Ariadne, wrapping about her stomach.
"This will stop the blood flow and heal the damage, but it will still be quite sore..." Hermione said, "Now how did that happen?"
"This gi-" Farrell started off.
"It was nothing, nothing at all...." Ariand interrupted Farrell, ending the discussion.