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Dumbledore glided into the room his immaculate blue robes billowing about him. He wore a solemn expression on his face as he approached them.
"Thank you Draco," he flicked his wand and a towel flew into the sputtering boys' hands.
Draco exited throwing one last seething look over his shoulder. He was not accustomed to being made a fool, by a girl no less. Barreling down the hall, he barely flinched when he collided with an unsuspecting Skye.
"Thanks Asshole!" Skye spat at his retreating figure. She pulled herself up and let out a cry of disgust when she realized that along with pushing her to the ground, he had showered pumpkin juice all over her.
Striding toward the infirmary she momentarily forgot the jerk that had knocked her down. Her thoughts shifted back to Mia as worry overcame her feelings of anger. As she was about to step into the infirmary, she was stopped by a stern Madame Pomfrey.
"Visiting hours aren't until after school," the nurse said her feet firmly planted on the ground in front of Skye.
"I just want to know if she's all right." Skye stated looking past the woman to the beds hidden behind drawn curtains.
"She will be fine," Madame Pomfrey replied as she nudged Skye out the door.
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Mia hung her head ashamed not because her pumpkin juice had ended up not in her stomach but on someone's face but because her headmaster had witnessed her do it. As soon as Draco had left, Dumbledore had drawn the curtains around the bed and cast a silencing spell. Mia watched him take a seat next to her bed. Nervous, she fussed with her blanket. Well, she thought, if he's going to kick me out, at least I got to throw a drink in someone's face.
"Pumpkin juice?" he asked replenishing her empty goblet.
"You're not going to," she paused trying to sit up, "kick me out?"
"Kick you out?" Dumbledore repeated, "For what?"
"Well," Mia watched relieved as his blue eyes began to twinkle, "for throwing juice at someone…"
"That is hardly a worthy offense," Dumbledore reassured as he broke off a piece of chocolate and offered it to her, "in fact it is a commendable thing you did."
Mia's eyes widened with surprise, "That's not what I was expecting."
"Not many people would have been brave enough to stand up for themselves in the presence of Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore said as he broke off a piece of chocolate for himself.
"So you're not sending me back?" she asked as she tried once again to sit up.
Dumbledore shook his head and smiled kindly.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"A little," Mia replied masking her pain with a forced smile.
Dumbledore managed to push another pillow under her head without making her sit up too much.
"Is Professor Trelawney all right?" Mia asked taking another sip of her pumpkin juice.
"She is," Dumbledore nodded somberly.
"Good," she nodded as she brought a shaking goblet to her lips.
"Mia," Dumbledore began his voice gentle, "can you tell me what happened in the North Tower?"
Mia shut her eyes tightly as she felt a chill snake up her spine. The pain, Professor Trelawney's words, and her dreams all came flooding back. When she opened her eyes her shudders subsided and she felt only kindness and warmth from the man that sat by her bed.
"Yes," she whispered.
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Skye made her way into the infirmary her long legs carrying her straight to Mia's bed side.
"She needs rest," Madame Pomfret said as she came out of her office.
"I won't disturb her," Skye assured her green eyes clouded with worry.
"Very well then," the nurse turned away resigned.
"Oh," Skye remembered, "I brought clothes for her," she looked over at Mia still in her school robes, "I'm sure she'll be more comfortable in this."
Madame Pomfret took the clothes and with a flick of her wand had Mia out of the heavy school robes and into the sweats and t-shirt Skye had brought with her.
Skye sighed and rested her head against the mattress.
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"She said that there would be an angel of light. The last of," she shut her eyes tightly, " erm us he will lead to hopeful victory. Our last hope, she holds within her the…" Mia looked up in despair, "something about a key and destiny."
Dumbledore nodded patiently.
"It all sort of rhymed," she continued, "something about being concealed for a long time and bearing a phoenix and a dragon."
She paused and took a deep breath, "She must fight and must not fail."
She looked down at her shaking hands and balled them into loose fists.
Dumbledore looked to his companion and pulled himself out of the memory.
"Well," Dumbledore said swirling the silver mist around the pensieve.
"I thought she wasn't supposed to know about the prophecy," the young man said as he paced in front of the headmaster.
"No," Dumbledore agreed, "but she does."
"What does this mean?"
"It means she must be prepared," Dumbledore replied.
"How can I help when I'm…" he flapped his arms gesturing to himself, "undercover."
"It is not for you to do," Dumbledore reminded, "but for her."
"Useless," he muttered under his breath.
"No," Dumbledore said a twinkle in his eyes, "just not required at the moment."
"Not very funny," Ace said glancing up at the smiling face.
"Very well," Dumbledore said his shoulders rising slightly.
A knock at the office door brought Ace to his feet. Dumbledore called for his visitors to enter and as the door opened, a sleek black and white cat slipped through undetected.
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Mia opened her eyes slowly and stretched experimentally. The pain in her side had subsided and she could finally move. Looking down, she saw that she was no longer in her school robes but her favorite sweats and I 3 NY shirt. She rolled slowly unto her back and glimpsed the blonde head resting at her side. She smiled at her friend's presence and patted her head softly. Mia let out a little sigh and shut her eyes but opened them as soon as she heard her name.
"Hey," Mia greeted as Skye propped her chin up with her hand.
"Hey to you too." She said rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"I'm all right you know," Mia said shifting to a sitting position flinching only a little.
"You sure?" Skye asked her green eyes worried.
"Yes I'm sure," Mia said as she gestured to the rest of her body, "no harm done."
"Good!" Skye said smacking her lightly, "You had me worried sick. When Harry told me he saw you unconscious in Draco Malfoy's arms I had no idea what to think!"
"Draco Malfoy," she repeated the name.
"Yes," Skye said her eyes flashing with anger, "who knocked me down, didn't help me up, AND dripped pumpkin juice all over me!"
"Oh no," Mia said between laughs, "the pumpkin juice was my fault."
"What?" Skye asked curiously.
"I threw a goblet of juice in his face," Mia explained trying to sound nonchalant.
"You didn't!" Skye exclaimed practically bouncing for joy in her chair.
"I did!" Mia said her whole face lighting up, "You should have seen his face! It was wonderful!"
Skye clapped her hands excitedly, "Wow."
"Wow is right," Mia said leaning back into her pillows.
"You know," Skye observed her head cocked to the side, "You're pretty crazy."
"Thank you." Mia said grinning.
"Let's make a toast," Skye proposed. She grabbed a goblet full of juice and handed it to her friend. Taking one for herself she lifted it, "to friendship and…"
"To more times just like this," Mia added.
The goblets clinked loudly as the girls touched them together and drank heartily to their friendship.