A/N: Good Afternoon. Well, here's the next chapter and you'll find out if Adriennd is ok.
All I have to say is brace yourself for the fourth level of evil and …
… Don't forget to review.
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Adriennd opened her eyes slowly and found that she didn't know where she was. All she knew was that every single part of her body was in pain, especially her head. She groaned softly, causing someone to walk over to her.
"Adriennd? Are you awake?" asked a voice, that she knew belonged to Adrian.
She grunted softly and stared at him. "How do you feel?" he asked.
She moaned in answer.
"Alright," said Adrian.
Adriennd felt something cold against her fingers and slowly tried to finger it, to figure what it was.
"It is the Snitch," said Adrian, catching that she was moving her hand. "No one could pry it out of your hand."
"Mhhm," she moaned. She fumbled with her facial muscles and then softly said, "What happened?"
"I should be asking you the same. You were centimeters away from the Snitch, when you kinda spaced out. When you came to yourself, you caught the Snitch and slammed into a stand. You have been here for a day and a half. What happened?"
Adriennd thought for a minute. She then remembered her vision. Before she could relay it to Adrian, her mother came in.
"Adriennd," she said softly, walking up to the bedside. Adrian immediately moved away. "You finally woke up, that's good." She took her daughter's hand and stroked it softly.
"Her, mum," said Adriennd softly.
"What happened on the field?" asked Jacqueline, even though she had a pretty good idea.
"I had… I don't know how to explain this… a…"
"A vision?" asked Jacqueline.
"Yes," said Adriennd strangely. "How did you know?"
Jacqueline straightened her back more in agitation. She finally said, picking her words carefully, "You come from a long line of Seers."
Adriennd stared at the ceiling, thinking about the new piece of information. "And you are…"
"Also a Seer," said Jacqueline, wondering if it was alright for her to say this.
"I see," said Adriennd. "And Desmond?"
"I don't think he is. Now, I won't you to rest. That was a hard fall." She then turned to Adrian, "I think you've spent too much time here, Mr. Melancton. You need to your homework, which I note, hasn't been turned in today."
"Yes, Professor," said Adrian.
After he had gone, Adriennd asked, "How long has he been here?"
"Every possible second. I believe he missed his first class."
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Jacqueline sat in her office staring at a wand.
After the rain stopped, she went to find her wand. Jacqueline walked onto the field and searched the grass. In a few minutes, she located the wand. She bent to pick it up and after she pocketed it. When she turned to leave, something caught her eye. She turned and squinted at a small part of a white object showing.
She groaned, mumbling, "Just what I need, something detaining me on this damned filed. The faster I get away from it, the better. At least I'm not flying. Never again am I playing Quidditch."
She advanced to the object to see it was plunged into the ground. She bent down and touched it. It was hard and made of wood. She pointed her finger at it and with an upward motion, the object rose out of the ground. When Jacqueline saw what it was, her face drained of all color it processed. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She reached her hand out to touch it, to see if it wasn't just a figment of her imagination.
No, it was real.
All of it.
From the thin pointed edge, to the sharp claw like handle, Voldemort's wand hadn't changed. Jacqueline brushed some dirt off of it and looked at it carefully.
She now sat in her office staring at it. She hadn't shown it to anyone and didn't plan on it. It was his, no doubt. But what could it mean?
The escaped Death Eaters?
The Dark Mark?
The wand?
No, just mere coincidence, no more than that.