Chapter 8 – The Calling
Zephyr stood and leaned on the cold stone wall of the Astronomy Corridor. He looked down and skimmed over the letter sent to every House common room:
NOTICE!
As of today, November 16, we will be starting a new
Mixer program that will integrate all Hogwarts Houses
Into individual classes. We hope this will solve the unprecedented
Rivalry between the Houses.
Your Headmaster
Albus Dumbledore
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Tilliandos
He sighed and crumpled the paper into a tight ball. This was just bloody brilliant, a whole bleeding class full of fucking Preps. Well, at least he had all his friends in Divination with him. He looked at his watch and saw that it was a quarter past 8 a.m. He turned on a heel and walked in long, sweeping strides from the corridor and met up with Izzy at the bottom of the ladder that led to the Divination classroom. He could already smell the strong perfumes issuing from the room. It smelled like Trelawney had lit up a vanilla bean and Bobutuber pus incense candle. They continued to wait for Kisea, who had class with the trio that day. Speaking of the Devil, she rounded the corner a few moments later, looking huffed and slightly dazed. They climbed the ladder one by one, not remembering to wait on Takato. They reached the inside of the room, and stared through the dim light. "Kisea . . ." Trelawney began, "close the hatch, my dear."
" . . . Kay . . ." She said in a dreamy voice, a ditzy smile on her face.
Meanwhile, back down the ladder, Takato began to climb briskly to reach the classroom in time. Just as his head began to poke through the hole, Kisea pushed door to the hatch and brought it crashing down on Takato's head. There came a faint, "Ow!" and a crash soon afterwards. Kisea looked around innocently and smiled faintly before lifting the hatch door and peering at the fallen Takato. Zephyr pushed her aside and looked at his best friend sprawled across the stone floor. "Tai, sorry about you leg!" Zephyr said with a grimace.
Kisea peered below once more and became overly excited and amazed. "How does his leg do that?" she gasped, while trying to force her own leg into odd positions.
Izzy and Zephyr just sighed at the thought of how stupid there friend could actually be.
A while later, Takato was taken to the Infirmary and treated for his mild injuries: a broken wrist, sprained ankle, and a mild concussion. The other three were still in Divination, doing whatever crazy scheme Professor Trelawney had planned for them. They sat at a table together, Tarot Cards lay before them. Izzy was busy instructing every one on what to do and exactly how to do it. It ended up Zephyr predicting Kisea was going to live forever, Isabella predicting Zephyr's death, and Kisea predicting she didn't give a damn . . . quite standard, really. As the bell rang, the trio set off towards their next class, oh what fun this day seemed to be. They got through their next two classes' just fine, Advanced Charms and History of Magic. In Charms they learned empowering charms such as increased stamina, a light, invisible armor, and temporary increased strength, all which were unnecessary. He was a vampire, no need for such mortal bothers. In History of Magic, he slept, per usual, and stole a Gryffies' notes from him as he exited the class, Kisea smirking at the devilish insight she seemed to influence upon him. They walked in silence to the Great Hall, they're stomachs growling audibly.
They entered the Great Hall, a silence fell before them. The other students stared in a silent fear that seemed to radiate in waves. They sat at a table together, which today happened to be the Gryffindor table. The area cleared quickly, the sound of students scooting far away from the group as possible. Kisea pulled a mirror from her bag and began to check her hair. Zephyr began piling toast onto his plate while Izzy stared wistfully at the ceiling, the enchanted mist twinkling wickedly. Takato pulled a book from his bag and began to read. Kisea looked at him in disgust before sighing hopelessly. Zephyr cleared his throat and startled a few of them quite badly.
"You guys coming to my match?" Zephyr asked them.
"My match, too!" Kisea said disdainfully. Everyone looked at her in unbelievable awe. "What, I didn't tell you? I'm a beater for Gryffindor!" They continued to stare before Zephyr spoke. You're on the team! Don't tell me, you seduced Harry into letting you on the team?"
"No! He said I'm quite good with a stick!" she said in a serious voice. Everyone except for Takato began to laugh.
"What?" he asked. "I don't get it. What's so funny?" They all looked at him then waved it off.
"It wasn't important." Izzy said quietly, almost depressingly. They continued to chat until it was time for Zephyr and Kisea to head toward the Qudditch Stadium. Takato was still trying to figure out the joke that was posed minutes earlier and Izzy trying to make him understand. 'Poor guy!' she thought.
As Kisea and Zephyr marched toward the stadium together, a silence fell between them,which was soon destroyed by Kisea's wild antics. She began to prance about the path, wagging her fingers close to her chest and singing in a snappy tune: "Gonna play Quidditch, Gonna play Quidditch…Gonna whoop some ass, Gonna whoop some ass!" Zephyr just looked at her as if she were some retard fresh out of the mental home. Kisea smiled sweetly and they walked the remaining distance in silence
Once Zephyr reached the Slytherin locker room underneath the stadium, he began a lecture for his teammates. "Ok, guys. This is it, first game of the season. Let's start this year off right!" he concluded. There was a small murmur of approval from his teammates. Even though he was captain of the Slytherin Qudditch team, he was still considered a freak. But, that was ok; he loved being a freak as long as he had his friends.
Above the locker rooms, Izzy and Takato walked up the steps to find a seat. Someone in the commentators box motioned for Izzy to come up. She did and was pulled close to a young boy's mouth. He whispered something to her and Izzy's eyes grew wide. She shook her head vigorously but was shunned into the room and the door locked behind her. Professor McGonnagal motioned her into a seat next to hers; in front of that seat laid a microphone and the score keeper. She took a seat and pulled the micropone close to her mouth and spoke . . .
The teams marched out onto the field and mounted their brooms. Zephyr soared into the air and began circling the pitch, warming his muscles up for the vigorous activity he was about to put them through. Then he heard a familiar voice rise above the cheers and boo's of the crowd. It was Izzy: "Hello and welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season. My name is Isabella Potella and anyone who has a problem with me being the new announcer can meet me after the match! Got it? Good!" She continued, "Today's match will be Slytherin versus Gryffindor! The player's line up on the mid-mark as Madame Kooch . . . I mean Hoochy . . . HOOCHY-KOOCHY! Oh Merlin . . . steps onto the field to begin the game!" Laughter erupted throughout the stands. Zephyr and Kisea couldn't help themselves. They nearly fell from their brooms from laughing too hard.
Madame Hooch, her face red, embarrassment rearing its ugly head, marched out onto the field with the large red truck which held the regulation Quidditch balls. "Madame Hooch," Izzy's voice boomed, "sorry 'bout your name!" The referee gave her a dirty look and mounted her broom in anger. The crowd once again erupted in laughter just as the flying instructor blew her shrill whistle. "AND THE GAME BEGINS!" Izzy yelled. Both teams swirled in a mass of confusion, fighting for the Quaffle. Zephyr began circling the field, searching for any sign of the snitch. He looked back and saw that Harry Potter was some 20 yards behind him; he turned to face forward again but heard a faint laughter. He looked around for anything that may have been funny and found it, a dead weight floating in the air. Kisea, who was supposed to be hitting the beaters away from her teammates, sat atop her broom, twirling her beaters' bat and gazing off into space, thinking of Merlin-knows-what. He veered off course and flew towards Kisea. He pulled along side of her.
"Oh, hey!" she said brightly. "Isn't this fuuun?"
"Kisea, you see those?" Zephyr said, pointing at the black balls that were striking Gryffindor players down one-by-one.
"Yea . . ." she said goofily.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HIT 'EM!" he yelled.
" . . . Kay . . ." she sighed. He flew off, stunned at how retarded she could really be. Once he got back on course, he saw that Kisea was actually doing her job now, but at the cost of letting Harry in front of him. He sped up, in hopes of catching the brunette. He pushed his broom to go faster and soon passed Harry so quickly, his hair blew wildly in the slipstream. He looked back at the stunned Harry and gave him an evil smirk. Harry glared at him and pushed his broom faster. They were soon neck-and-neck. Zephyr could hear Izzy screaming, no longer commentating on the game, but shouting words of encouragement to her friend.
The freezing mist that had set into the valley stung his eyes and his very skin. He could also no longer feel the tips of his fingers. He looked over at Harry and saw that he was in the same situation. Blood streaked their face, the droplets of water cutting into the tender skin of their cheeks. He saw the blood dripping from Harry's wounds and the animal instinct within him surfaced. He wanted to feed . . . now! He fought off the urge and sped up, still looking for any sign of the snitch. The mist was so heavy now he could hardly see anything. He listened for Izzy's voice for any information on the game. He heard the distant gong of somebody's goal and listened for a score. Soon enough, Izzy's voice boomed, "Gryffindor SCORES! They lead Slytherin 110 to 80!" He shuddered and somehow he knew Harry was smiling. He listened for any signs of what as going through Potter's mind. Snitch. Gotta' get the snitch. But if I don't, we've still won. We smoked 'em.
Zephyr rammed into Harry as hard as he could. He heard Harry moan out in pain and Zephyr smiled at the simple thought that he was able to inflict pain and suffering upon other people. He continued to scan his eyes around the pitch, then, THERE IT WAS! He zoomed forward and downward, in a sort of distorted helix. He looked back and saw that the 'Gryffie' was following. He sped up and was inches from it. Harry then pulled up along side Zephyr and reached out his hands toward the prize. Zephyr, in frustration, glided below Harry's broom. He never noticed, his mind was fully on catching the snitch. He then brought himself up sharply, striking Harry's broom right where the stick and the reeds meet. His broom flipped out of control as Zeph sped back into position. He held his arm straight out and strained his fingers to go farther but it still remained out of reach. "Fuck!" he screamed impatiently.
Then it hit him. Wave after wave of desire flushed over him. The urge to bite an unsuspecting soul raged on and on until his very blood boiled within himself. His spirit began to weaken and felt his heart beat slower, slower . . . slower . . . . . . slower. He then looked to the stands and saw a face, one face silhouetted against all others. Just as he felt he could catch 12 snitches, Harry was beside him again fighting for the game. Zephyr looked at him in disgust and brought his left elbow around to meet Harry's nose. "DAMMIT!" Harry screamed as Zephyr wrapped his icy cold fingers around the tiny gold ball.
"Izzy's voice boomed in the distance: "Slytherin wins! Slytherin beat Gryffindor 420 to 280!"
Zephyr and Kisea met up outside the locker rooms once they had finished changing. Kisea walked in a sort of disappointed silence while Zephyr mocked her goofily in the same snappy tune: "We played Quidditch, We played Quidditch…I whooped your ass, I whooped your ass!" Kisea eyed him pitifully before breaking into obviously fake tears. Zephyr watched her carefully before she stopped abruptly and glared at him.
"Ok, what the hell does a bitch got to do to get some fucking respect around here!" she demanded. Zephyr stood shell shocked, before hurrying off to the castle before being yelled at some more.
That night, Zephyr threw a small party in the Slytherin Common Room, celebrating his victory over Gryffindor. Sadly, the party consisted only of himself, Kisea, Takato, and Isabella. Others, mainly Slytherins' wanted to join the 'festivities' but were threatened by Zephyr himself that if they so much as looked in the room they were in as they were going to the loo or some shit he would bite them and let their blood drain into a bathtub, then let them die in the cold depths of their own fluids, as to which they agreed. They sat in silence and drank Firewhiskey they had hocked from the Hog's Head a few weeks back, although Takato insisted that he have Butterbeer. They talked of the match and loads of other things that teenagers talk about that adults' would think were bonkers. Just as Zephyr swallowed the last of his Firewhiskey, he and Kisea sat bolt upright, listening intently. "What?" Izzy asked. Zephyr held up a hand to indicate to be quite and she did so. Moments later two vampire bats swooped into the room, dropping an envelope on the marble coffee table. Zephyr picked them up and read the names on the front:
Zephyr Cristov McKaine
&
x.V.P.x
Kisea LoLaine Amilie
Kisea opened the envelope and read:
Dear Zephyr and Kisea,
We are proud to inform you that a Vampyr Ball will be taking place on October 18. We are giving you one full days notice. You are required to bring a date. It can be a mortal, but they will be required to take a blood-oath upon arrival. The Ball will last from Sundown to just before Sunrise. We will expect an answer immediately. Hope to see you there!
Clan Counsel Leader
Preston Mendeleev Jence
p.s. R.S.V.P.
Pectus Ab Tuus Victus
"A Vampire Ball? That's brilliant!" Izzy said excited! "Can we come?"
Kisea looked them over for a second. "Of course, but your dates will have to be a vampire so you can get in."
"Va . . . va . . . . Vampire?" Izzy whined. Zephyr nodded and looked back at Kisea, a smile playing devilishly on her lips. Kisea looked at the table and saw that Takato was eyeing the bats with slight interest. Zephyr, remembering that the bats needed to be paid, removed a deep black stone, speckled with red crystals from his pocket. He placed the stone in the patch around the bats leg, eyeing it intently.
"That looks expensive!" Takato said. "That much for one letter?"
"That's just for shipping!" Zephyr said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Then how much is the actual letter?" Takato asked with interest. Just as soon as Takato had finished his sentence, the bat that he had been stroking had bit into his finger, drawing a steady stream of blood.
"The deed is done…!" Kisea said, staring wistfully into space. Takato looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.
"Yea, you might wanna get that checked!" Zephyr said wisely.
"WHY!" Takato said, worry lining his tone.
"The venom…" Kisea said blankly.
"VENOM!" he whimpered. Zephyr and Kisea nodded and looked at Izzy, who was obviously suppressing her laughter to avoid being yelled at. Takato immediately sprang up from the black, leather sofa and charged directly to the Infirmary.
The other three stayed for a while longer and spoke of the upcoming Ball. Zephyr, being especially excited, bounced visibly in his seat. This could be his chance. His big chance!
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