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Chapter 3

Bickering Council

Harry was absolutely lost. He had been walking behind Jean now for a good half-hour and the many turns and twists of the hundreds of identical corridors had him disoriented and in a foul mood. Jean hadn't said a single word to him since they had left the cocoon chamber, and Harry still wanted to know how she knew his name or how ended up in the weird chamber.

Sighing he went back to looking around him. The corridors were lit by hanging torches with pale rose colored flames and smelled of peppermint. It was slightly warm and the fabric of his robe was starting to dampen from sweat. They hadn't passed a single soul so far and he was starting to wonder if anyone was here other than him and the mysterious dark skinned woman in front of him.

Coming back to himself he looked forward towards Jean's leather clad back and watched as her hips swung from side to side, dancing hypnotically before him. Harry had never seen anything like it. The very sway of her hips seemed deadly and yet he still wouldn't have minded to have her pressed up against him even if she was about to kill him.

"If you stare any harder, I'll be forced to hurt you before we even reach the council." Her voice snapped him out of his most likely hazardous thoughts.

Stuttering and blushing as he tried to deny it and apologize at the same time. Laughing Jean turned to him and shook her head, her long plait swinging like a cat's tail.

"Don't worry I will not hurt you…yet. I will save that for your lessons," she continued her voice lilting in her odd accent. Gesturing toward the bronze doors that had went unnoticed till now, she spoke again but this time there was no laughter in her tone.

"When we step through those doors we will be facing the council. You are to show them the utmost respect. You will bow when you enter and then do so again but this time to each individual on the raised dais inside, after this you must knell and wait to be spoken to. Understand?" She drilled him in a rushed manner only stopping to see if he got her drift.

Nodding to her Harry watched as she turned her back to him and pushed open the bronze doors and tugged him in behind her as the doors hammered shut with a groan.

The smell of heavy spices hit Harry's nose as soon as he entered the large oval shaped room. Every inch of the place seemed to be made of bronze and there were five pit fires burning throughout the room, all the same rose colored flames as the small torches in the corridors. Behind the fires in the center of the chamber stood a dais with five gilded thrones sitting atop it. The thrones held what Harry could only assume were the members of the council, so bowing to the room and then each of the council, Harry knelt and waited for the show to begin.

Jean straighten from her low bow and moved to stand in front of him. Arms out to her sides and hand open and facing upward in accepting pose. She called out to the council her accent seeming to thicken as she spoke.

TBC…

I've been away so don't kill me I'm trying to keep this story going.