Disclaimer: See first Chapter
A/N: The very last chapter of Demon Hunter. It should have been finished long ago but there were a few months when I gave up on writing. Luckily for everyone I kept it up. Like always there is a journal at the end and the next story in the series – Light of Natrese is up and running. Thank you to everyone who reviews and reads this story (I know there is lurkers out there. I saw on my hit counter.)
Chapter 22: Paths divided
Squeals and laughter echoed throughout Whitecross High School as the school year ended with a water fight.
Lyndsay snuck up behind Nathan and doused him with a large bucket. He turned around and pegged a water balloon at her.
She squealed and tackled him into the mud.
"Lyndsay it's a water fight, not a mud wrestle." Jax remarked. "Although I wouldn't mind seeing you and Tegan go at it."
"In your dreams." Tegan said and squirted him with her water pistol.
"How about you Keisha?" Jax asked. "Want to mud wrestle?"
Keisha looked thoughtful for a moment before she jumped in with Lyndsay and threw mud at her.
"Now this is how we should spend school everyday." Lewis laughed as Keisha and Lyndsay rolled around in the mud.
"You should make a motion to the student council." Said Nathan as he managed to escape the brawl.
"Take off your shirts!" Someone called to the girls.
As they had their bikinis on underneath, both girls obliged and soon a crowd had come to see the spectacle.
"I think I'm going to join them." Said Lewis and entered the brawl.
"Me too!" Jax called and jumped in.
That was when the water fight turned into a huge mud wrestle.
The train was moving toward its destination and the occupant's were buzzing with excitement.
Carlie had been walking the halls with Fred, George and Lee when she saw Harry Potter coming out of the toilets.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the boy. He had come over with Ron to talk to Fred and George.
Everyone had boasted about what a hero he was. He had defeated Voldemort once again and while Carlie knew this was no mean feat but compared to what had happened over the past year, it was pitiful.
No one had given her house points, awards or anything. She was like those superhero's that saved the world and yet no one knew who they were.
Suddenly Harry's feet began to leap and bound with a mind of their own. Carlie laughed as the he danced around the halls of the train.
Carlie looked up to see Jess winking at her. She smiled gratefully back.
While everyone tried to lift the curse she slipped into an empty compartment with Jess.
"We won't be home for the first half of the holidays, we have to go to France for Sara's wedding. You can come for it. You can see me in my ugly brides maid outfit." Carlie laughed.
"I'd love to go. I've never been to muggle wedding. Or any wedding." He said.
"Besides you have to show in Hereford to see Tegan." Carlie continued.
"Actually" Jess said. "Tegan and I broke up ages ago. She said I was a great guy but she couldn't handle the distance."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Carlie asked.
Jess shrugged. "Never occurred to me you wanted to know."
"Well tell me next time. I am your friend after all." Carlie said.
"Yes your are." He said. "The best friend I am ever going to get."
A blush crept up Carlie's cheeks and Jess felt a twinge inside him.
"Stop it." Carlie hit him playfully. "You're embarrassing me."
Jess laughed and looked her in the eye. She stared back avidly and for one wild moment he thought they were going to kiss.
"You better go take that curse off Potter." Carlie said softly. "They won't be able to undo it."
Jess nodded and left the compartment feeling strangely disappointed.
The French countryside whizzed past her as she sat on the bus bound for her aunt's vineyard.
The people behind her were speaking in rapid French, which was beginning to annoy her. She wished she had Nathan's gift of languages.
Lyndsay was looking forward to spending time with her aunt Millie, she had only met her a few times but Lyndsay knew that she had no children and a huge vineyard.
No one was sitting next to her so she could stretch out. She was coming up to her stop and prepared herself.
When the bus came to a stop she collected her bags and headed out to find her aunt.
"Lyndsay dear." Aunt Millie, a tall woman with steely grey hair who looked like someone you didn't want to mess with. "Good to see you. I hope you had a pleasant trip."
"It was fine." Lyndsay answered.
Making their way to the car, her Aunt asked about her family (she was her father's sister).
"Is your mother still into that magic mumbo jumbo?" She asked as they pulled away from the bus station.
Lyndsay smirked and didn't answer right away. She got her own spiritual side from her mother who told her tales of her travels and experience. "You could say that."
"Don't you look gorgeous?" Sara squealed as she saw Miranda and Carlie modelling their pale pink dresses.
"I don't need this dress to look gorgeous!" Carlie announced heartily.
"I can't believe I'm getting married. I thought we'd be single forever." Sara sighed. "We'll just have to find you someone Miranda."
"Been there, done that." Miranda answered and Carlie smiled, thinking of what it must have been like to live with the three of them.
"Am I getting any cousins?" Carlie asked playfully.
"No but who knows what will happen on the honeymoon." Sara winked.
Carlie smiled and turned to admire herself. She wanted to modify the gown to her own needs but Sara would ask how she'd done it.
She was stuck being in a puffy pink dress whether she liked it or not.
Jess knew his holidays would be boring but a relief compared to the events of the past year.
He scanned Marcus's library for something of interest. The library was huge so there had to be something in it for him to read.
His hand was attracted to a large leather bound book. He pulled it out and blew the dust off it.
In large silver writing it read 'The Great War'He shrugged and opened it slowly.
"Flight 433 to Rome is now boarding." The announcement rang out throughout the airport in many other languages.
Nathan understood each one but did not comment. His father had been giving him dirty looks all day. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and followed his parents to the gate.