Chapter 6: The Echo of My Love
AN: Sorry about the quality of the last chapter. I just wanted to get a chapter up that day, and the writing suffered as a result. I know Yemi_Hikari hates when people say that, though and I kind of agree. I'll probably add more to the chapter later.
They were welcomed back as heroes. Not only had they stopped a deadly vampire who had been under the radar for years as he was believed to be dead, but they had rescued someone.
Though, as everyone congratulated them, one important figure did not welcome them back with open arms.
"Echo, La Fluer," Professor McGonagall said, walking up to them with a thin mouth. "Two questions: where is Nanabelle Gana, and how did you think you could get away with leaving school grounds on a suicide mission when we already had Aurors on the case?"
"I thought that we wo-" Misty began.
"I don't want to hear it. To my office. The password is 'Dumbledore' Leave now," McGonagall said.
"This isn't go to go well, is it?" Misty forlornly asked as they neared her office.
"'Dumbledore'," Julie said to the gargoyle in front of the office. "But yeah, we're screwed."
As they waited in her office, Misty heard a faint humming coming from behind her. She turned around, expecting it to be McGonagall, only to see it was the Sorting Hat.
"Oh," said the hat in his distinctive voice. It was a little too loud for Misty, "Another one. Don't mind me, I'm just preparing the song for next year."
Now's my only chance… Misty thought. She walked up to the black hat.
"Is there something you would want?" the hat asked.
"W-Well…when I was sorted all those years ago, I was unsure of your everlasting decision…It is just that…Julie and Lance, my friends, are both in Slytherin and they're exactly like me…Why was I put in Gryfindoor?" Misty timidly asked.
"Little girl…I remember every young witch and wizard who let me cast my judgment upon them. When I was put on your head, all I saw was an average girl. You weren't incredibly smart, so I knew that you couldn't be in Ravenclaw…You weren't loyal, so you weren't fit to be included in the ranks of Hufflepuff, and as for Slytherin? Don't make me laugh! You weren't ambitious. You're father was a vampire hunter, which you never thought you could live up to him. And your mother was a potion maker, but you were always inattentive. You couldn't make any good potions unless the book was right in front of you, and even then you'd make mistakes. However, your interesting potion skills did teach me one thing: you're brave. You'd never give up with those potions, no matter how horribly you did it, even crossing into brave stupidity at times. I did what was best suited for you. I put you in Gryfindoor."
"Wow…" Julie said, "That was a long rant."
"…I'm a different person now. I'm not-"
"Sorry it took me so long," McGonagall said, entering the room. "Now, where is Nanabelle?"
"S-She tried to hurt Lance. We left her in Florida," Misty said.
"Oh God," McGonagall said, putting her hand to her face. "We'll get her shortly. But, for your stupid and careless decisions regarding Lance Lionhart and his father Zanamine, fifty points will be redacted from Gryfindoor and Slytherin, and you two will be having detention for the next two weeks."
"I guess it could have been worse," Julie whispered to herself.
"You two may go now," the headmistress said to the duo.
Outside of her office, Lance was waiting for them.
"Thank you so much for saving me," Lance said, hugging Misty. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
"Do you want to go on a date next week?" Misty asked.
Lance smiled. "Of course I would."