TriNymphs - Chapter Twenty-Three - Minutes of Fame (Disclaimer on my homepage)
"Chelsea, I have decided to talk to you again." Alex announced. She was scared and needed a bodyguard.
"When were you not talking to me?" Chelsea was amazed that she had somehow ruined such a thing.
The day before Alex had sworn to herself, several times over (having broken it many times) that she would not talk to Chelsea ever again. But having just gotten back to the common room after investigating the third floor corridor alone, she wanted to feel she had extra protection.
Inside the room at the end of the corridor was a three headed dog! Alex had stepped into the room, saw it, and booked. Slamming the door closed after her. Screw excitement; that was a big as hell dog. With three heads!
She had no intention of ever entering that room again, but refrained from making a promise to herself about it after her promise of not talking to Chelsea had failed so epically.
That night Alex woke up with a start several times over, she couldn't feel quite as safe inside Hogwarts anymore. This was making their training session with Atlas, a Grecian goddess who had given birth to the Pleiades (seven nymph sisters), especially gruelling. Atlas was getting annoyed with them, as Alex was the only one of the three that she even remotely liked.
Chelsea was not participating in these training sessions at the moment as she had a Quidditch match coming up, in fact, it was the next day. That left Lyssa and Atlas in training with Alex popping in and out. Lyssa had no idea what she should be doing, having not gotten her full powers yet, and so needed constant guidance. That was unfortunate because Atlas and Lyssa had had a bad history together in Lyssas past lives and Atlas despised her.
So when Lyssa stayed behind that practice session, that was probably why Atlas was so surprised. She approached her instructor slowly. "I have a question."
Atlas, "hmm"-ed to show she was paying attention.
All of their training sessions had taken place in the clearing they were currently in. The ground was covered in foxtails (as in the plant) which swayed in the, what must be imaginary because they were technically in a dream, wind. The fountain of a woman, who was probably made to look like a nymph, cried silently in the centre of the clearing. The weeping willows swayed along with the foxtails. It was a peaceful looking place, but it made Lyssa nervous as she had undergone regular torture in that place. The previous year Atlas had taken her there whenever she was asleep and tried to beat her powers out of her. She wished they could be somewhere else because she was nervous enough already.
She felt nauseous, but she had waited so long to ask this that she thought she may explode if she waited any longer. "Can you take up a physical manifestation in the real world? Besides that head of light thing you do, anyways."
"If my assumption that by 'real world' you mean Earth, then no I cannot." Atlas raised an eyebrow.
Lyssa was the reincarnation of the water nymph Merope and in their past lives Atlas had been the mother of Merope and the rest of the Pleiades. But Lyssa wanted to know who had been her birth parents in this life. If Atlas couldn't take a physical shape on Earth, then it couldn't have been her, and Lyssa very much doubted they had just appeared out of nowhere.
Lyssa asked Atlas if she knew anything about her birth parents.
"All I know," she answered, "is that the mother was a nymph in England. For whatever reason you and your sisters were put into an orphanage when you were around year old. You spent the next couple years in some foster home, and then you ended up at the Malfoy's." Atlas turned around and started to walk away, slowly fading out. She was leaving.
The next day Lyssa pondered over her parents, wondering if she would ever meet them. However her pondering was cut short by the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match. Normally she wouldn't have been bothered, but this year Chelsea and Katie were both on their houses respective Quidditch teams. They hadn't been able to be in the same room without attempting to psych each other out for the past month and a half. Now that it was game day, they were both nervous. If Lyssa went in the common room, Katie would want to talk Quidditch with her. Why, she had no idea since Katie could probably go up to any other random Gryffindor and they would know more about Quidditch then Lyssa ever had.
But if she made some excuse to leave the common room without Katie in tow, Chelsea always ended up finding her. And she would want to talk about strategy and how Katie was doing. If she couldn't do well on the Quidditch game because of her nerves, she figured she could at least do better then Katie. And she would. She just needed Lyssa to help her try and calm down by talking Quidditch with her.
And that was why Lyssa was currently hiding out in a place that neither Chelsea nor Katie would look for her. That place was Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Moaning Myrtle was bugging her enough that she still couldn't think, but at least she wasn't trying to get her to seem interested in Quidditch when she really couldn't because she had her own things to think about and then getting mad at her for not helping her. Nope, Moaning Myrtle was not doing that.
It was a relief when the rest of the school went down to the pitch and Lyssa could leave Myrtles bathroom without fear of getting cornered and having her ear talked off. She settled down in the library and did her homework. She knew she would fail it though. She wasn't paying much attention and it was due the next day, so she figured it couldn't be helped.
Hours later the rest of the students trudged up to the school all a-buzz with what had happened in the match. After the match Chelsea wanted to talk it over with Lyssa, the first place she looked for her was in the library. Lyssa saw her and considered running. She didn't though. She was the nice kid after all.
Chelsea talked Lyssa through the entire game, oblivious to the fact that she was supremely uninterested. But according to her, when a first year beat Chelsea to the snitch by practically swallowing it, Flint had kicked Chelsea off the team the minute they were in the change room.
Chelsea figured that Flint wouldn't have been so quick to kick her off if she wasn't a girl. She was pissed off and didn't mind telling Lyssa so; about a thousand times.
A/N - Sorry it's taken so long to update. I've litterally had this chapter for months. But I got a new foster brother and he hogs the computer. The only reason I'm on is cause the rest of my family is out at the moment. But I'm consecutive updating the rest of the story today. It's finally done. Happy almost Thanksgiving!