The night was a bit warmer then usual and frogs croaked not to far from the quidditch pitch. The moon's silver reflection wavered in the water's edge. Midnight dipped the tips of her finger playfully in the puddle. The puddle was instead rather a large swimming pool size. It had been raining for a few days. Midnight found it hard to breathe tonight, nerves perhaps. Just a few minutes ago she had meet with Oliver and he agreed to save her a dance at the ball. She knew he'd be wondering how she got there. She giggled to herself at the thought of telling him she'd play like Cinderella. That is of course if he knew who that was.
But there was much he didn't know about her. Midnight was there to cast her magic on him. The kiss she gave him each visit ensured her susscess. Her lips were conditioned with potion. The potion of her own invention held slight held slight side effects. But all that was a bit fuzzy. She was gifted in potions as unfourtunatly was Marcus. He had helped perfect the product.
Midnight didn't have second thoughts. She wanted revenge, she desired it. Ruin the life of those who were ripping her loved ones from her.
However, when the makeup and wig comes off, Minuit appears. Minuit wants her family safe. Her heart though does not wish the destruction of others. To many have already died. Maybe there is a way to work it all out.
Katie was breath taking and Oliver couldn't help but notice. Katie held herself high as Oliver gently glided her around the floor. Her rosy silk gown flowed behind her like waves of light. Her sleaves were off the shoulder and her hair was twisted up with delicate care. Katie held doubts when she asked Oliver, she even attemped to adviod him. But it was him who found her nose buried in a book. He had sheepishly asked her to the ball. She admits she had been taken back, she had half expected him to have forgotten all about the petite sandy blonde that gave her heart and soul in quidditch.
Katie tried to push the images of him on the pitch with that mysterious woman out of her mind. Like Alicia and Angelina had suggested it was she turn and she best not let her jealous nature take hold.
Oliver twirled her and she giggled, her checks matching her dress. She felt so dizzy twirling in arms. Oliver smiled back at her. For a split second she thought he would kiss her. He leaned in some but pulled away just as Katie managed to close her eyes.
The mysterious women were only a few feet from them.
Minuit dressed quickly into her blue tight satin dress. The corset was dangerously close to breaking her. She drew on the wig. Marcus had handed her the lip-gloss just before he left to the dance. Minuit studied the small black container of ointment. She knew that if she applied it and kissed Oliver her spell would be set, and his mind and heart would fully be under her control. In a sense she was using one of the unforgivable curses in a small portion.
It would be complete and Oliver could carry out the death sentence. Minuit now Midnight tucked the gloss between her breasts.
Marcus was following her close but not to close to cause suspicion. Midnight didn't know how she'd find Oliver with everyone running and jumping about. Somehow when the music stopped they seemed to find each other.
"Hello Oliver." Midnight smiled while she could smell Katie's anger rising.
