Chp.16

Tiered

February 24th was as uneventful as every other day the past two weeks.

Paige and Phoebe spent hours in San Fransisco, and they were both more tiered than they had been in ages.

"I give up!" Paige exclaimed, getting up from the sofa, in the living room in San Fransisco. "We're never going to find this incantation or whatever it is!"

"Oh Paige don't be like that, it'll work out, I promise." Piper said giving her a comforting hug.

"It's not just the stupid spell! It's everything. I hardly get any sleep jumping time-zones like this. I've fallen asleep in class! Phoebe's fallen asleep in class!"

"I did not!.......I just dazed off." Phoebe retorted.

"Hmph."

"Okay, what we need is some help." Piper said.

"What kind of help, hunny?" Leo asked her curiously.

"Remember that spell you did Phoebe? The one that made you really smart?"

"The one were I just absorbed everything from the books?"

"YES! We use that one and"

"Personal gain Piper." Paige said silently.

"I agree, this is impossible!" Piper yelled frustrated.

"Girls, you can't give up now. This is nothing compared to what you've been through before. You've fought the Source, this is nothing." Leo said, trying to lighten their spirits.

"You're wrong. We're talking about the fate of the wizarding world. That's bigger then anything we've had to handle."

"I'll go talk to the Elders again."

"Thank you." Piper said softly and kissed him.

And then in a swirl of blue lights he disappeared.

"What time is it Piper?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock. Why?" She asked with concern.

"We should back Paige. Piper, you'll call us?"

"Of course."

----'----

Paige sat in the library, her head resting on a book, sleeping peacefully.

"Maybe we should just let her sleep." Hermione whispered.

"No, we're going to find out what she's been up to." Draco whispered back.

"Since when do you decide what we do?" Harry asked.

"What else did you come here to do?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged looks.

"On second thought, nobody wants to know." Ron determined. "Let's just wake her."

"Okay, so do it." Harry said.

"You do it."
"You do it."

"You do it."

"You do it."

"Boys! Stop it. I'll do it." Hermione said and shook her lightly.

"Huh…What?!" Paige sat up bolt right. She looked at their amused faces. "That was not funny!"

"Sorry, we didn't mean it like that, you just, God, your hair looks worse then mine used too." Hermione told her.

"Ugh, whatever. I'm going back to sleep." She said and rested her head back on the book.

"No, you're telling us what's been going on with you. It's three o'clock and you're sleeping. You're sleeping in class, your sisters sleeping in class." Harry said.

"You noticed." She muttered sitting back up.

"There's not much to say, I'm just tiered."

"You're tiered 24/7 Paige, you're avoiding everyone, you're" Ron said concerened.

"I'm not avoiding you, I just have aloooooot on my mind right now."

"Like?" Hermione asked her.

"Like finding a way to defeat the Source, again, making sure Voldemort and his cronies don't go of killing all of you, solving this fucked up mystery I'm left with because of this fucking note, oh, and preventing the end of your wizarding world as you know it."

"Okay…"

"I need to talk to Phoebe, see you guys later." And then she left the library.

"Paige! Wait up!" she heard them call behind her, but she didn't stop.

"Phoebe, we need to talk!" she exclaimed as she burst through the door.

"Paige, what's wrong?" Phoebe asked, putting down the book she was reading.

"We should just write the incantation ourselves. That way everything works out." She said confidently, dumping down on the sofa.

"Hmm, I guess you have a point. But it's still a matter of when, where and what else we're going to do."

"I know, I know Phoebes."

"Well, we'll both work on the incantation, and send a letter to Piper."

"Okay, good idea, all that Orbing's getting to me." Paige said and hugged her sister. "I'm going out for a while."

"Okay, just don't get into trouble!"

----'----

"And what did you do wrong this time, Mr.Longbottom?" Snape asked as he examined Neville's potion. It was yellow, it was supposed to be red.

Sensing trouble, Paige felt it helping Neville was the least she could do after having bailed on him with the binding potion.

"It wasn't Neville's fault Professor. I misread the ingredients list." she said confidently.

"Well then, 20 points from Gryffindor." And then he went to the next cauldron.

"God, this is annoying!" She hissed through clenched teeth.

"This? This is nothing compared to what it's usually like." Neville muttered. "Thanks for covering for me."

"No problem. I just don't get it. He has like zip faith in us, I mean what kind of teacher is that? And you, you should stick up for yourself, don't let that guy step on you."

"And get my self in detention? No thanks, I rather be walked over."

Paige stared at him, trying to understand how he could chose that. 'Then again I doubt detention with Snape is any more enjoyable.'

"Class is over, bottle your potions, tag them and leave them on my desk." Snape ordered and the students followed.

"I can fix that Paige, it's one of the few things I can." Neville told her.

"Thanks Neville."

The hallways were crammed with students getting to their other classes, and today, Paige had DADA right after potions.

"Hey." A voice whispered in her ear, slipping his arms around her waist.

"Hello Draco." She said and turned around smiling.

"So, problems fixed now?"

"No, but I'm working on it. God I wish I didn't have classes right now." She said and gave him a quick kiss.

"Why don't we just cut class then?" he asked kissing her again.

"Because, my sisters a teacher, she'd freak."

"Point taken."

Arriving outside the classroom, they noticed all the others reading a note on the door.

"Hey 'Mione, what's going on?" Paige asked as Hermione came up to her.

"Teachers sick, and they don't have a substitute." There was a hint of sadness in her voice "Class is cancelled."


AN: I know it's a short chapter, but I had to write it.

Next chapter will be a lot longer, I think. LoL.

Hugz,

Natasha