Snape stared at D.D before shaking his head. "Okay." He said. He shook back his long, silky raven-black hair before turning back to James, who didn't seem to be taking it well.
James grimanced and looked away. "I'm sorry." He said. "I'm just surprised…"
He stood up, and walked out the door. "C'mon, Sevvie." James paused in the doorway, blue eyes glowing like fire, and really looked like an angel. He brushed a strand of hair that seemed to glow out of his eyes, and Snape walked over, as if in a trance, and worked his fingers into it.
It was so soft. He marvled at the silky feel of it, the look- as if strands of ink, or holes in space itself, had decided to lie over his hand tamely, like a pet. He could see opal streaks, and glimmers of other colors, like the deepest blue you would find at the bottom of the ocean.
"Ahem." A girl crossed her arms in front of them, raising one eyebrow. She was dressed in a ripped corset, with red-and-black arm warmers (AN; Tee hee! I have a pair! ) and skull-patterned tights, with a chained miniskirt. She had long, white blond hair, gray eyes, and delicately-arched eyebrows. She had a cute nose and freckles.
She also had a large pair of feathery red-and-white wings, and a pair of cat ears and a cat tail. A large, glimmering stone hung around her neck.
"Look, can we stop with the romantics? My name is Isadora Bell Ravenheart." She sighed and pulled up her arm warmers, still staring at them. "What're you looking at?"
James raised an eyebrow. "You're staring at us. My name is James Potter and what are you?" Snape touched his hand, curious and causers about the strange girl.
"I'm a neko-angel. We're entrusted with the best tasks." The 'neko-angel' sighed and slipped the necklace with the stone from her neck, and handed it to Snape. "You're the Singer of the Elven Stones, right?"
Snape ran his fingers over the smooth, slick surface of the purple stone. "What?" He shook his head, staring at him, and words came suddenly. "I am the Singer. He is the Protector. You are the Seeker. We are here to save the world. We are the spirits in the Stones themselves."
Then he jerked away, dropping the stone. "Wha…what the?!" He managed, and then shook his head. "I'm the Singer? That makes sense…" He started humming to himself, a beautiful, wordless melody, and then quietly sang, words that weren't English, that he didn't know.
Isadora sighed. "Yep. Jeeze, where were you when they were handing out brains?" Her cat ears flicked in annoyance, and then she turned to James. "Where are your wings?"
He blinked. "Um. I don't have any." (AN: Oh James! You're so silly!)
"Well, what do you men?" She shook her head.
And then there was an explosion.