A/N: OKAY, OKAY! I am so sorry this took forever. First it was National Novel writting month last month. (Yeah i won too! i finished 50,000 words in one month! go read on Fiction press: A Dying Goddess by: Bridgette Viktoria Reinheart)
Here's the new chapter Happy New Year everyone
CHAPTER 4
Another Ditch In The Road
BV soon arrived at Professor Mc Gonagall's office. She knocked on the door and waited. Then mysteriously the door opened itself! So slowly BV proceeded to walk into her office.
"BV? That you hon?" Professor Mc Gonagall called out.
"Yes, it's me." BV called out as the door shut all own it's own.
"I'll be there in a minute!" Mc Gonagall called out.
"Sure!" BV called out. She then took a moment to stare around the room. She spotted a table top filled with framed pictures. Some were muggle shots and others Wizarding shots. She walked over and sat on the love seat next to it. She picked up a beautiful silver framed picture. In it was a younger Mc Gonagall and her husband. "Wait a minute! Cho said she was single!" BV muttered setting it down and picking up another. It was of two kids, one that looked very close to her age and a little boy who was about eight or nine. The girl looked Hispanic she had the whole dark wavy hair with tanish skin thing going. The little boy reminded BV heavily of Harry, maybe it was Harry in the picture, except he took his glasses off. Then a very weird picture caught BV's eye. She picked it up and stared at it. There before her stood two Minervia Mc Gonagall's. "What the?" BV asked as she looked the one was rather pretty and attractive, the other fit the definition of a plain Jane. But even she had a sense of beauty around her. The girls looked as if they were about eighteen and they stood embracing each other in gorgeous red gowns. It didn't make any sense to BV.
"Hey, BV." Professor Mc Gonagall as she stepped into the room with a towel around her head and she started to stare at BV. BV didn't respond but she gestured towards the picture with her eyes. Mc Gonagall caught her gaze and responded, "What about it?"
"Who is that?" She asked staring at the two Minervia's.
"Me." Mc Gonagall responded.
"What, is it like two pictures or something?" BV asked confused.
Mc Gonagall groaned, "Oh BV! Use your head!"
BV smirked and decided to play stupid, "Two pictures!"
"BV!" Mc Gonagall groaned as she shook her head, "No, it's me and my twin sister, Diana. Read the frame."
"Diana and Minervia: Twin Goddesses." Then BV read the left side: "Archery and Child bearing" Then the right read, "Wisdom and War" BV pondered for a moment then said, "Roman mythology, too good for Greek?" She joked.
Mc Gonagall said, " Yeah, seriously, my parents weren't keen on Artemis and Athena."
"Which names goes where?" BV asked staring at the picture.
Mc Gonagall pointed at the pretty plain Jane, "That's me, Minervia, goddess of wisdom. And that one." She pointed to the really pretty one, "Is Diana, Goddess of Childbearing and archery. Truly accurate too!"
BV pointed at the wedding picture, "So that's Diana?"
"Actually, no. I have another sister, that's her, Melissa. Diana got married but her picture is in my room."
"So whose kids?" BV asked pointing at the boy and girl.
"Melissa's. That's her little David and her all so stubborn, Theresa. And there." She pointed to another picture with two twin girls in it, "Those are Diana's daughters, Christie and Emily. There so sweet. SO ANYWAY! Are you ready for class?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." BV said worried.
"Okay, from now on, just come in and touch this dragon statue and it'll take you right outside your classroom."
"Alright, Thanks." BV said as she got ready to place her hand on the dragon.
"Off you go, enjoy, BV." Professor Mc Gonagall said. BV held her huge book close to her chest and lay her hand upon the dragon's head. She felt an awkward pulling sensation right behind her back and was instantly transported right outside a classroom. She looked up at a plaque that read: Professor Brian Valansy: Dark Arts. She realized she was in Durmstrang she always read the school was cold. Cold was a bit of an understatement! It was freezing cold. BV decided that the classroom had to be warmer so she stepped inside. She instantly saw Professor Valansy and a girl who looked as though she had a good portion of Veela blood in her. That had to be Fleur De Lacour. She only knew Fleur was a part veela like herself. Then the professor spotted her.
"Hello! You must be that student Minervia sent me, from Hogwarts right?" He greeted her kindly. Fleur snickered at the mention of Hogwarts. BV was beginning to judge Fleur, she knew it was being prejudice, but what was exactly Fleur doing?
"Yes, that's correct, Bridgette Viktoria Reinheart, Sir." BV said extending her hand. He took it and shook as he did BV went on, "You can just call me BV, though."
"Fair enough, BV." He said smiling then he gestured to Fleur, "This is…" He paused as if trying to remember her name, "Sorry, I didn't catch your name, what was it?" Professor Valansy said quite embarrassed. She pushed her hair back BV gazed as it did something her hair normally did too. It caught a good portion of light that made it glitter like the sun.
"Zatz alright, ez Fleur De Lacour." She said her French accent coating the words awkwardly. BV found herself struggling to understand what she was stating. It was extremely obvious English wasn't her first language.
"That's right!" Professor Valansy exclaimed. "Minervia said you two should meet. Lots in common! She thought it be a good thing."
Fleur disregarded the last part, "It would zeem zat nous do have a lot in common wiz each ozer."
"Yeah," BV said not liking Fleur more and more. Fleur looked at her like she was trying to figure out what was up with BV. And BV was struggling to figure out why Fleur had such a nasty attitude.
"Well, the rest should be here any minute take a seat anywhere at all ladies." Professor Valansy coaxed. BV had an awkward habit of taking the second row second seat to the left of the professor the right from the back. She thought it was a good spot, she could see the board, wasn't right in the teachers face, but was close enough to show she was paying attention. Hopefully he was a teacher who preferred to stare straight not walk around the room. BV simply hated teachers like that, they were so hard to follow! BV sat and got comfortable. She wasn't entirely sure she was up to sitting still for two hours! The class filled up with a bunch of kids that looked like they were a bunch of doofus'! BV was not entirely impressed with their attire. She thought it was a little sloppy. It seemed like sweats were uniform for all of them. Only Fleur and herself were dressed nicely. Fleur had a suit on, it was highly possible she had just come from work. The class got underway and dragged. BV was trying to stay focused but it wasn't easy at all! Mercifully he gave them a twenty minute break. He told them they could go to the dinning hall and order a coffee or something. On her way out Fleur fell into step with BV.
"What do tu zink of ze class?" Fleur asked.
"Tricky, I'm use to my classes being shorter." BV said smiling.
"Yeah, well at ze very least he talked for an heure et quarte." Fleur said not knowing how to translate the last part of her statement.
"Heure et quarte?" BV asked, "Is that like and hour and fifteen minuets?"
"Oui, in Fronch. Ez difficult for moi to translate zome words, ozers ez very easy." Fleur said slightly blushing.
"Yeah I have a friend if she gets really angry she'll start cussing in Russian. And trust me you really don't have a clue about she's trying to say. It sounds so violent!" BV smirked thinking about Andrea's outburst.
"Viktor does zat a lot, zen you have no clue about ze Bulgarian stuff he ez attempting to zay!" Fleur smirked.
"He still go to school here? I know they have this whole nasty eight year program here." BV inquired. Viktor Krum was one of her brother's favorite players when he was alive.
"Non, he graduated last year." Fleur said as they entered the Great Hall of Durmstrang.
"I always heard it looked like the grand staircase in Titanic, no lie huh, Fleur?" BV said gazing at a perfect replica of the Grand Staircase in the muggle version of Titanic.
"Zeriously!" Fleur said reaching out to touch the rail. "Ez pure dorre." Fleur gasped.
"Gold." BV smirked.
"Zhut up, BV." Fleur said smiling back, "Moi English ez not whaz ze word… ah zhit! French again BV, bon yet!"
BV raised an eyebrow trying to translate, "Good?"
"OUI!" Fleur said smiling, "See, not all zat yet!"
BV smirked, "Well at least I'm good at guessing what your trying to say!"
"BV!" Fleur scowled as they sat with a group of kids from all over and picked up menus. There was a huge list of café drinks and small food items. "ZEE! Zis ez what Ogwarts needed to do when nous were zere!"
"Yeah, hey Fleur you were there for that Triwizard tournament right?" BV asked ordering a small café au lait.
"Oui, it waz zo much fun. Nice chateau, but zere was too much of zat ugly armor." Fleur said, "Nice people. 'Arry was on of zem!"
"Harry?" BV questioned afraid of her answer.
"Oui, 'Arry Potter." Fleur said.
"Yeah. I know him too." BV said glaring angrily at her cup thinking about Harry.
Fleur sensed something sour, "What, tu amie pas 'Arry?"
BV smirked, "Ready for my only French I know Fleur? Je deteste 'Arry Potter"
"Oh BV!" Fleur exclaimed waving a hand around, "Arry ez zuch a zweetheart!"
BV snickered, "Yeah, well, I haven't had the best of times with him!"
"Zo, who else do tu know at Ogwarts?" Fleur asked, "Zho Zhang?"
"Cho?" BV asked smiling, "Yeah I know her and Soi, said to tell you hi."
"ZOI! Je miss her zo badly, how ez zhe?" Fleur exclaimed smiling.
BV sipped her drink, "Wonderful. She said I'd like you."
"Do tu?" Fleur asked sipping on her cappichino.
BV simply stated, "You're something else." With that they got up for the rest of class. The class was almost over when the homework came.
"Okay, class, Vell, I have to tell you this is a tough class. So expect tough homework. No excuses. Next class two rolls of parchment on Tara Bryan's theory of Dark Arts in the 1930's. And a three scroll summary of the first two chapters." BV sat wide eyed and gaping. FIVE ROLLS IN TWO DAYS!? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It couldn't be that bad! She stood up as the class was dismissed She went to Professor Valansy's desk. "Oh you need to be getting home don't you." He opened a drawer and pulled out a small necklace it reminded BV of a time turner. "This is a place exchanger. It acts like a portkey and will take you back to Professor Mc Gonagall's. Turn it upside, tap it saying Emerald. Got it?"
"Yes, thank you see you in two days, I guess, goodbye Professor Valansy." BV said turning the necklace. She fell right back into Professor Mc Gonagall's office.
"How was class BV?" Mc Gonagall questioned as BV stood up rubbing her backside.
BV grunted, "Tough." She continued to rub.
"Well if you need any books, don't hesitate to ask me for a slip to the restricted section." She said dipping her quill into a pot of ink.
BV smiled, "Thank you." She left back for Ravenclaw commons. She went in and dragged herself across the floor to her bed. Collapsing thankfully on it.
"That bad, huh?" A voice said with a glimmer of sarcasm in it. She sat up there was Marietta reading a book.
BV's blood began to boil, "You wouldn't give a damn anyway!"
"You know, I think you're right. Considering all the things you've been saying about me." Marietta snapped.
BV raised an eyebrow, "What things I've said. I haven't said a damn thing about you. You're not worth talking about!"
"Yeah, well there's doggy things about you Reinheart, wanna know?" Marietta taunted.
BV knew she shouldn't be doing this but she bit, "No really, yes, I would like to know. Name it Marietta!"
"Midnight in the old Transfiguration room. The one next to the astronomy tower." Marietta said.
"Tonight?" BV asked with a scowl upon her face.
Marietta stared at her, "Yes, tonight, stupid. Talk to you later." She said closing her drapes. BV wondered what could be going around. Andrea came up and smiled.
"Hey, BV!" What's up? How was it?" Andrea asked.
BV said twirling her blonde hair, "cool, it's real hard though. Five rolls of parchment by next class. Two topics."
"That sucks, well if you need a hand I'd say go to Rhonda."
"Yeah, where is she?" BV asked.
Andrea scrunched her face, "Commons, or at least she should be Curfew is in a half and hour."
"I think I'll catch her now." She went down to the commons and began to look around. She decided Rhonda had to be in the library. She went and couldn't find her. She was walking back when she heard, faintly, a piano playing. She followed the sound and it lead to a deserted hallway. She walked to the end. She couldn't recall ever walking down this hall before. She opened a door as the music swelled and she could now hear a voice as she stepped into a bright white room.
"AND EI EH I willlll always love you ooh, ooh. I will always love you."
BV saw three doors and chose to enter the room to her left. The music seemed to be coming from there. The room was dark and lit by what seemed like thousands of candles. There was a gold vaulted ceiling and dark red drapes hanging from the ceiling tall bay windows. In front of one there was a large white grand piano. There was a girl sitting there, she looked oddly familiar. BV edged closer as the girl continued to sing.
"I hope life treats you kind, and I hope you have all you've dreamed of."
BV noticed an image on the girls back. It was a angel that was angled to look towards the sky. The angel appeared to be singing too. Underneath there was an inscription that read:
De Anna Thompson
11/12/88
Never hold back; sing baby girl.
All of a sudden the girl had stopped singing she whipped around and stared at BV as if she wasn't sure she was hallucinating.
"BV! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
BV croaked, "Rhonda?"
Rhonda repeated herself, "What are you doing here?" She followed BV's stare to her shoulder. She slung her left hand over the right shoulder. She grasped it firmly.
BV's curiosity won, "Rhonda, what is that?"
Rhonda sarcastically asked, "What's it look like?"
BV snarled getting agitated with Rhonda's sarcasm, "Yeah I know it's a tattoo! What's all the crap underneath it?"
"CRAP!?" Rhonda shrieked clearly angry at BV's disrespectful attitude about it. "LEAVE BV, GOD! You're such a dumb.. dumb… COW!"
BV laughed, "A cow? Rhonda, calm down. I ask you something and you like totally flip out!"
"YOU DON'T GET IT!" Rhonda said standing up and with one swift motion she slapped BV across her pale face. BV eyes opened in amazement and shock that Rhonda had done that. She gasped and stuttered but no words could come out. "THERE! Seriously Reinheart you act like you're the only one allowed to keep a secret from us! You gotta stop being so god-damn self centered. I don't wanna talk about got that!?"
"Yeah." BV said, "Rhonda, I still don't get why you did that." She said gesturing her face.
Rhonda took a deep breath, "Here's how it works, BV. Aphrodite is naturally charming and pleasant. C.C.'s naturally naïve about men. I'm naturally easily angered. You're naturally a nosy bitch. Nothing personal, BV."
BV found herself getting angry very quickly, "Yeah Rhonda, nothing personal." She stormed out of there angrier than she had been the whole night. She argued aloud the whole way back to Ravenclaw commons.
"Who does she think she is? Rachel Rivers is the only one who's ever gotten away with saying crap like that. Talk about outta place. That may replace Harry kissing me as the number two thing that pisses me off the most! Navy quills!" BV stormed up to the dormitories and closed her curtains waiting till midnight to go figure out what the hell was up with Marietta.
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While BV was gone.
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BV left the common room and Marietta waited. She opened her curtains around her four poster bed.
"Hey Andrea." She said. Andrea nodded at least she had remained civil to her. Rhonda and Cho just hated her guts. She went down to the commons and waited.
"Hey, Marietta." Roger Davies said as he set down a bag. He smelled like some girls perfume.
Marietta looked at him raising an eyebrow, "Who was it tonight?"
"Some hot Hufflepuff chick." Roger said leaning against the mantle. "So did Reinheart buy it?"
Marietta nodded, "Yeah the old transfiguration classroom next to the astronomy tower. Midnight Davies." She said smiling.
"So remind me again why you're doing this shit to Reinheart." Roger said conjuring a pear from his backpack.
"Oh you know, my reasons." Marietta said knowingly.
Roger bit into the pear, "no I don't know enlighten me."
"Little veela is getting in my way of a certain someone who my family has a score to settle with."
Davies raised an eyebrow, "Potter?" Marietta nodded then Roger continued, "This whole thing with the ministry battle last year?"
"Got my aunt seriously demoted." Marietta said, "My dad doesn't have his job anymore. My mom is out on her child support."
"That's right, forgot you lived with your dad. But Marietta, I don't get it though. She's getting in your way so why do you want to harm her, by letting me go after her?"
"Think on it Davies. I get Potter, I get rid of some of my family's pain. She's standing between me and Potter. She's had it a bit to easy since Jed got her."
"Jed?" Roger asked.
Marietta sighed, "You dim wit! The dude that got her pregnant with the kid!"
"You never told me his name. Whatever, Marietta I'm not gonna go full out on her tonight, I think I'd rather slowly destroy her."
"Do whatever, but somewhat quickly I don't have time to shit around." Marietta said as she left for the dorms.