HIYA!!!
We are BACK!!
And things will be getting very interesting in the next chapter-
Sirius's first shot at teaching a room full of sixteen year
olds- oh dear, we're all gonna die.
Any way- on we go!! And this is told from Liz's point of view..
Brit*Kit
Chapter 8 The Feast
They all clambered off the train into the starry night several minutes later. The platform was full of chatting students, all bundled in robes and cloaks. A loud cry of "Firs' years, this way! Firs' years over here!" rang through the night. Large carriages pulled by bat-winged horses were grouped at the other end.
~Here we go again..~ Muttered a small voice in her head ~if you want to get yourself killed- IM NOT COMING!!~
~Shut up,~ she told her shape shifting pet, called Daliina non Hakaru, or Star of the Midnight Sun. It was a telepath, who was currently in snake form, coiled around her upper arm. It was what people liked to call her guardian. ~Dali you know that I don't mean to try and get myself killed- it just happens!~
~it just happens and my name's mud!~ retorted the snake. ~you go looking for trouble! And you best keep your friends bloodlines a secret- most especially Maya's. I mean really- what would they say?~
~I know, Dali, now shut it!~
There was a barely audible sniff. ~oh very well...~
"Liz? Hello, earth to Liz. You alive in there?" Harry asked, waving his hand in front of her face. She smiled at him.
"What? Oh, sorry- I tend to space out a bit sometimes."
"No duh. Anyway- c'mon, we need to get in the carriages."
She glanced at the odd horses that were staring at them unrelentlesly. "Erm.Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"What are those.horse thingies?"
"Threstrals. You can only see them if you've seen someone die."
"Why are they staring at me?"
"How should I know?"
They scrambled into one of the empty cages and were soon followed by Alena, Sarah and Hermione- who were still talking of books. Along the road the two were generally quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. When they finally did reach Hogwarts, and went into the great hall, all the angels gasped, looking up at the ceiling, drinking in all the splendor that Harry and the others encountered every day. "This, this is WONDERFUL!" Liz whispered, grabbing Harry's arm. "Even Salem wasn't this good."
Harry grinned, linking her arm through his, "C'mon," he said, "we sit over here."
They all sat down, and promptly Professor McGononagall clinked her glass for silence, and Dumbledore got up. "I suppose you all are wondering where our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is," he said. There was a general murmur of assent at this and Liz even noticed Harry scanning the staff table with a small frown on his face. "Yes I have been able to find one- despite what has happened in the past, but he was unable to make it today, due to, ah, certain circumstances. He will be here tomorrow- at breakfast. I expect you all know the rules by now, so I don't think I'll bother with them. Enjoy!"
After Dumbledore's short speech, the dishes miraculously filled with food. Once again, Liz couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't transferred earlier. Mrs. Batista had mentioned that Hogwarts was splendid, but nothing like this!!
"So what did he mean by 'despite what has happened in the past'?" Margie said, filling her plate with stew. "Why would you have trouble finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"
"Well," said Hermione, choosing between Pork roast and noodles, "look at what's happened to them. One's dead, one's memory's modified, one resigned, one got locked in a trunk for nine months, and one got carried off by centaurs."
"Oh," was the quiet reply. "OH.."
After much talking and eating, the girls all followed Hermione up to the dorms. They had already done their pleasant goodnights to Harry and Ron, and they were all feeling a bit sleepy. But if there was one angel tradition that they had to do- it was to unpack and secretly figure out what they had to keep secret from their Gryffindor dorm mates.
Once they got in they were introduced to Lavender, Pavatari (did I spell that right?). At once, Liz collapsed onto her bed and pulled up her right sleeve. Lavender gasped.
"OHMIGOD WHAT IS THAT??!!" Liz glanced down at Daliina, who had courteously unwound and was now gliding across her bed, making way to Liz's luggage.
"What is what?" she asked.
"That that SNAKE!!"
"What about it? And SHE is not a snake- Dali is a shape shifter. Her full name is Daliina non Hakaru. I believe it means Star of the Midnight Sun, right Liz?" Alena said, emerging from her trunk with several books. "Don't worry, she wont attack you. Ever since Liz's parents died, the ministry decided that she needed a guardian- so she was given Dali."
"Oh..." said a still shaky Lavender, who promptly climbed into bed and yanked the hangings shut.
"I have the distinct feeling that we shouldn't have told her that." Said Margie in Elfish. "God knows it'll be round the school by tomorrow."
"Shush," responded Maya, in the same language, "just keep smiling and don't worry the nice mortals."
"Easy for you to say," snapped Ela, who was already unpacked and in bed.
"So I guess we should keep the whole time-and-space traveling a secret," said Sarah in light, happy tones.
"That and the wandless magic," confirmed Alena.
"We'll have to tell Harry and the others at some point though," protested Miri, also in bed. "Better for them to find out on our terms, than theirs."
"But what about you're transformations once a month, Maya?" asked Liz still unpacking. "You cant go around attacking the students- or the people in hogsmede. And you can't go to the nurse- Dumbledore doesn't know. What are we going to do about that?"
"Maybe no one will notice," Margie piped up, brushing her hair.
"Oh sure- I grow fangs and get a lust after human blood- no ones gonna notice.." Maya retorted, yanking her hangings shut, "Night all." She said, reverting to English again.
The rest of the angels murmured quiet goodnights and climbed into bed. Liz was the last to go, Dali shifting into a tabby cat to curl up on her pillow. Even though the angels were all in bed, Hermione still stood there, not even out of her uniform, puzzling over what she just saw.
Brit*Kit
Chapter 8 The Feast
They all clambered off the train into the starry night several minutes later. The platform was full of chatting students, all bundled in robes and cloaks. A loud cry of "Firs' years, this way! Firs' years over here!" rang through the night. Large carriages pulled by bat-winged horses were grouped at the other end.
~Here we go again..~ Muttered a small voice in her head ~if you want to get yourself killed- IM NOT COMING!!~
~Shut up,~ she told her shape shifting pet, called Daliina non Hakaru, or Star of the Midnight Sun. It was a telepath, who was currently in snake form, coiled around her upper arm. It was what people liked to call her guardian. ~Dali you know that I don't mean to try and get myself killed- it just happens!~
~it just happens and my name's mud!~ retorted the snake. ~you go looking for trouble! And you best keep your friends bloodlines a secret- most especially Maya's. I mean really- what would they say?~
~I know, Dali, now shut it!~
There was a barely audible sniff. ~oh very well...~
"Liz? Hello, earth to Liz. You alive in there?" Harry asked, waving his hand in front of her face. She smiled at him.
"What? Oh, sorry- I tend to space out a bit sometimes."
"No duh. Anyway- c'mon, we need to get in the carriages."
She glanced at the odd horses that were staring at them unrelentlesly. "Erm.Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"What are those.horse thingies?"
"Threstrals. You can only see them if you've seen someone die."
"Why are they staring at me?"
"How should I know?"
They scrambled into one of the empty cages and were soon followed by Alena, Sarah and Hermione- who were still talking of books. Along the road the two were generally quiet, both lost in their own thoughts. When they finally did reach Hogwarts, and went into the great hall, all the angels gasped, looking up at the ceiling, drinking in all the splendor that Harry and the others encountered every day. "This, this is WONDERFUL!" Liz whispered, grabbing Harry's arm. "Even Salem wasn't this good."
Harry grinned, linking her arm through his, "C'mon," he said, "we sit over here."
They all sat down, and promptly Professor McGononagall clinked her glass for silence, and Dumbledore got up. "I suppose you all are wondering where our new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher is," he said. There was a general murmur of assent at this and Liz even noticed Harry scanning the staff table with a small frown on his face. "Yes I have been able to find one- despite what has happened in the past, but he was unable to make it today, due to, ah, certain circumstances. He will be here tomorrow- at breakfast. I expect you all know the rules by now, so I don't think I'll bother with them. Enjoy!"
After Dumbledore's short speech, the dishes miraculously filled with food. Once again, Liz couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't transferred earlier. Mrs. Batista had mentioned that Hogwarts was splendid, but nothing like this!!
"So what did he mean by 'despite what has happened in the past'?" Margie said, filling her plate with stew. "Why would you have trouble finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"
"Well," said Hermione, choosing between Pork roast and noodles, "look at what's happened to them. One's dead, one's memory's modified, one resigned, one got locked in a trunk for nine months, and one got carried off by centaurs."
"Oh," was the quiet reply. "OH.."
After much talking and eating, the girls all followed Hermione up to the dorms. They had already done their pleasant goodnights to Harry and Ron, and they were all feeling a bit sleepy. But if there was one angel tradition that they had to do- it was to unpack and secretly figure out what they had to keep secret from their Gryffindor dorm mates.
Once they got in they were introduced to Lavender, Pavatari (did I spell that right?). At once, Liz collapsed onto her bed and pulled up her right sleeve. Lavender gasped.
"OHMIGOD WHAT IS THAT??!!" Liz glanced down at Daliina, who had courteously unwound and was now gliding across her bed, making way to Liz's luggage.
"What is what?" she asked.
"That that SNAKE!!"
"What about it? And SHE is not a snake- Dali is a shape shifter. Her full name is Daliina non Hakaru. I believe it means Star of the Midnight Sun, right Liz?" Alena said, emerging from her trunk with several books. "Don't worry, she wont attack you. Ever since Liz's parents died, the ministry decided that she needed a guardian- so she was given Dali."
"Oh..." said a still shaky Lavender, who promptly climbed into bed and yanked the hangings shut.
"I have the distinct feeling that we shouldn't have told her that." Said Margie in Elfish. "God knows it'll be round the school by tomorrow."
"Shush," responded Maya, in the same language, "just keep smiling and don't worry the nice mortals."
"Easy for you to say," snapped Ela, who was already unpacked and in bed.
"So I guess we should keep the whole time-and-space traveling a secret," said Sarah in light, happy tones.
"That and the wandless magic," confirmed Alena.
"We'll have to tell Harry and the others at some point though," protested Miri, also in bed. "Better for them to find out on our terms, than theirs."
"But what about you're transformations once a month, Maya?" asked Liz still unpacking. "You cant go around attacking the students- or the people in hogsmede. And you can't go to the nurse- Dumbledore doesn't know. What are we going to do about that?"
"Maybe no one will notice," Margie piped up, brushing her hair.
"Oh sure- I grow fangs and get a lust after human blood- no ones gonna notice.." Maya retorted, yanking her hangings shut, "Night all." She said, reverting to English again.
The rest of the angels murmured quiet goodnights and climbed into bed. Liz was the last to go, Dali shifting into a tabby cat to curl up on her pillow. Even though the angels were all in bed, Hermione still stood there, not even out of her uniform, puzzling over what she just saw.