Weeks passed slowly, dragging by in Callie's mind, lesson after lesson, stupid kid after stupid kid, incompetent male after incompetent male. She spent her days teaching, more like terrorizing, the students. She was surprised when the older girl with bushy brown hair came over to her after class, Hermione, or something. Callie could see her two friends, the stupid gits, waiting for her at the door, glaring in Callie's direction.

"Er, Callie?"

Callie turned her cold eyes onto the girl and saw her resolve crumble slightly just by looking at the hard face.

"Yes?"

Hermione seemed to brace herself, her eyes still slightly fearful.

"I was wondering when we were going to do hand to hand combat again."

Callie gave a short sharp laugh, shaking her head slightly; they hadn't done hand-to-hand combat since that fateful day when Hermione had broken a bone, or two…

"I didn't think you would want to repeat that lesson, but I have no problem in re-teaching it, obviously the first time didn't make it into your head."

Hermione turned red in the cheeks and looked directly at the spot between Callie's eyes. Callie knew she was trying to make it look like she hadn't broken eye contact but this trick had been used on her so many times that she could tell immediately when someone wasn't looking her in the eyes.

"Well, actually, I was just hoping to get better."

Callie looked directly into the warm brown eyes, searching for that small indication of want, the small desire to inflict pain, but she saw none and shook her head slightly, almost disappointed someone as talented as the witch in front of her could never join the group.

"You'll never fully get it, you could study it for the rest of your life, 15 hours a day 7 days a week, you could give up everything, even your current interest and yet after 40 or 50 years, you still wouldn't have gotten any better really. Sure your instincts would be better, but anyone of us could still crush you in a second."

Hermione looked highly affronted, her cheeks turning a deeper red.

"I'm a quick learner, I could get it, and I want to, I can learn it I swear."

Callie shook her head and turned, nodded to Eric, who came over, and turned back to Hermione.

"It's not that you aren't willing enough, I'm sure you do really want to master this, but you seem to be missing a very important aspect, one required to master this craft."

Hermione just looked at her curiously, her eyes full of interest.

"Blood want. You need to want to see your opponent in pain, need to want to see the thick red liquid gush out of parts of their body. You need to hate them immediately when the situation demands it. You need to only think of inflicting pain, and nothing else."

Eric nodded slightly, his eyes getting slightly dark as he realized what was coming, a smile breaking out on his face.

"No one can do that! No one can completely forget everything in order to save themselves, it is completely selfish to do that. As for blood lust or whatever you said, that is sickening! How could anyone want that, I bet you wouldn't turn on your 'family' even if the situation demanded it, you wouldn't hurt them."

Hermione sounded disgusted. She was looking between Eric and Callie, her eyes wide with panic.

"I would turn on anyone Hermione, don't forget that. But I'll show you what you need to be good at this, ready Eric?"

Eric gave a loud laugh and slid into stance, winking cheekily at Callie who rolled her eyes and slid into stance as well. Hermione took a step back as she watch the two lethal teens stare each other down. Eric was the first to lung, throwing himself at Callie, who stepped aside quickly, swinging out with her hand, Eric hissed slightly as her nails racked over and into his skin, five long bloody scratches left on his tan skin. Hermione gasped and Ron and Harry moved closer, watching with wary eyes.

Callie twisted into a back flip, flinging herself into the air where her foot caught Eric chin, smashing his jaw out of place. Eric managed another laugh and rolled to the side, catching Callie with his leg and sending her to the floor. Callie caught herself and pushed her self to her feet, her hip oddly inverted. She laughed as she wiped blood out of her eyes and lunged forward so quick, Eric barley had time to breath before she was on top of him, clawing, punching, and kicking with amazing speed and skill, drawing blood from every part of him she could reach. Hermione gasped and ran forward, ready to pull Callie off, but she was thrown back as Harry's shield caught her before she reached the two fighters. Eric yelled in pain as Callie bent his arm out of place, smiling as she felt his shoulder snap out of place. Hermione watched as Callie got off the fallen boy who was still trying to stand and whirled around, her foot connected with the side of his head and Eric fell, not moving. Hermione yelled and ran forward, pulling out her wand and waving it over the motionless form, Harry noticed the boy's chest was barely moving. He also ran forward but kept his eyes on Callie, watching as she wiped the blood off her hands and walked forward. He ran protectively to Hermione, Ron was already there, placing himself between the two girls. Callie rolled Eric onto his back with her foot, causing him to yell in pain. She bent down and held his head up, forcing him to look at her.

"Surrender?"

Eric looked torn but nodded anyway, slight annoyance crossing his marred face.

"Good, now, lets see."

Callie pulled out her wand and started whirling and waving it over the broken boy, Harry watched as gashes stitched themselves back together, broken bones pushed themselves back under the skin and latched on to the tendons. Harry saw his ribs push out, away from his lungs and watched as his chest started to rise and fall evenly.

"God Callie, that's about the 20th time you've punctured my lungs. Nice hit though."

Hermione looked at the two incredulously, her eyes got even bigger as Eric got up and wrapped and arm around the blank faced girl. She watched as Callie turned cold eyes onto her and shivered slightly, they still seemed dark and wanting, almost as if she wished she could have gone farther, maybe even killed Eric. Hermione looked at the strong boy and shuddered, she'd probably break her hand if she tried to punch him and Callie had ripped him to shreds. She watched as Callie healed herself, watching as the hip shifted and cracked, poked out awkwardly, and then settled into place, Callie didn't break face, the whole time looking like a rough stone wall, dried blood caked to her face.

"That is why you wouldn't be able to make it, you tried to heal him, you wouldn't just let him suffer, you can't master anything if you have a stupid heart getting in the way."

Callie walked out of the room, leaving Eric to smile after her and Harry and Ron frozen on the spot. Hermione huffed and turned to Eric who shook his head, laughed, and ran after the breath-taking girl.

The next morning Callie woke suddenly, grabbing her wand from inside her shirt and jumping up quickly, Selena froze coming out of the bathroom, her eyes locked on Callie. Callie relaxed slightly and put her wand away, gazing at the girl that had unwisely woken her up.

"How are you?"

Selena just nodded and headed back into the bathroom after grabbing her pale blue, flower printed, silk bathrobe. Callie grabbed her red one, the silky fabric sliding in her fingers. Hers had a dragon on the back, encircling a shiny black jewel. She followed Selena into the bathroom and quickly hopped in her shower, Selena's was already running with sticky steam pouring out the sides. Callie got in and turned the shower all the way cold, not even gasping as the icy jets hit her from all sides. She stood there silently, feeling the freezing water run over her body, just enjoying the icy feeling. She heard a slight intake of breath in the shower next to hers and became aware of the uneven breathing.

"Selena? He isn't worth it."

She heard Selena gasp slightly, the steam stopped pouring out of her shower, she had turned the water all the way cold too. It was their way of releasing mental or motional stress. They would channel all their thoughts into he icy jets, and when their bodies went into shock, they would let the bad feelings flow out of them, it took sometime usually, mostly ending up with one of the two finding the other convulsing on the floor with pneumonia. Callie turned her shower all the way hot and hissed as the water pounded against her skin, burning it with its hot whip. She leaned her face up into the jet and let the burning liquid cover her, making her skin sting with the burning feeling. She looked at her red arms and skin, the scars that covered her stomach and sides clearly visible, their white standing out horribly against her red skin. She traced the longest with her finger tips, watching as where she presses turned whiter as she pushed the little blood out of it, then as it regained slight color as the blood rushed back in. She turned her shower back to cold and let the freezing water cool her burning body, sighing s the last stinging spot was soothed. She looked at her left arm, something she tried not to do, it was still burning, the tattoo jet black.

"Selena, it's time to go, we have an appointment with some death eaters. They turned off their showers at the same time; both dried themselves off and put on the bathrobes. Callie walked to the steamed up mirror and wiped her fingers over the fogged surface, leaving five clear lines. She threw her hair up into a messy bun while Selena combed her into a sleek ponytail. Not one hair out of place. Bangs hung over one of her eyes and she grabbed a clip, pining them to her face so they still swooped, but not into her eyes, she would need her vision.

"What's your pick?"

Selena looked at Callie's reflection in the mirror,

"Callie, we aren't seriously bringing them, they wouldn't last two minutes."

Callie just walked out of the room,

"What's your pick Selena?"

Selena rolled her eyes and followed, Keilly, Alexa, and Alyssa had already left, their beds left unmade.

"Granger, Greengrass, Zabini, and the big Weasley, Hon or something."

Callie nodded and slipped on some tight dark denim skinnies. She grabbed a white tank top and a small black sweatshirt that hung off her shoulders in a wide circle neckline. Selena put on some black skinnies with a red tee shirt that didn't reach the low pant line. She grabbed a small white hoody and but on boots. Callie opted for pointed black flats. They both walked down to the common room, next to each other. The others were already there, waiting. Eric wore baggy black jeans and a loose white tee, his huge biceps fully exposed under the tight sleeves. Keilly wore white leggings with a dark green long tank over it, a white hoody around her waist. Alexa wore black jean shorts with a long sleeve grey shirt that wrapped around her stomach tightly, accentuating a very flat stomach, like selena's it didn't reach her pant line. Alyssa wore a short black skirt with blue sneakers and a blue teeshirt. Ben wore a tight white tanktop and dark blue jeans while Dakota was in black jeans and a green tee shirt. They all walked down the hall together, all stretching as they went. Dakota twirled his wand in his fingers and Alexa muttered spells under her breath. Selena smiled at Callie who smiled back and walked into their classroom, everyone was already there.

"We're going on a fieldtrip."

The mouths in the room dropped as they looked at the group, never had they seen Callie in anything but sweats, same for most of the others.

"Only a couple of you will be coming, so Greengrass, Zabini, Weasley, the older one, and Granger. Then lets have Longbottom, Lovegood, and the little weasley."

Callie watched each step forward, mostly looking nervous. She watched as the boy with glasses and raven hair looked upset, watching his friends leave without him.

"Callie, don't you think we should take the potter kid too?"

Callie turned to Dakota who just shrugged and nodded.

"Fine, Potter come on then, Weasley your staying behind."

Both Ron and Ginny went to protest,

"Not you Ron, the little one."

Ron shut his mouth and looked relieved, obviously he didn't want his baby sister to come.

"Sorry Weasley, I was rooting for you."

Ginny looked furious and glared at harry who cowered slightly and looked at Callie instead of the enraged red head.

"Okay, lets go."