HowlingRain: Most definitely! Here you go:
Nico arrived at Grimmauld place- wet, and shivering. He made a silent oath to never not in a million years shadow travel randomly.
He crashed into a couch, still shaking with cold. How he wished he could use his wand to dry himself now. But noo...According to the Decree of Restriction of Underage Magic blah, blah, blah.
I'm chronically eighty-four years old, he thought stubbornly.
At that moment, someone walked in to see who was causing all the racket. It was a boy Nico had never seen before; he was fairly short, and had scars all of his body. The boy was lean and muscular, and had the trade-mark Weasley red hair. Nico had never seen him before.
The boy's eyes widened slightly at seeing him. "You're the half-blood, aren't you?" he asked curiously.
Nico's muscles relaxed; it was someone who knew. He wasn't forced to put up a facade, which would have been mentally exhausted considering the situation.
Nico nodded. "Nico Di Angelo," he said. He didn't offer his hand, though, he was that exhausted.
"Charlie Weasley," the boy said. He didn't offer Nico his hand either. Whether that was payback, or realization and understanding to Nico's exhaustion, he wouldn't know.
Charlie pulled out his wand. "You look like you could use some warmth," he said with a smirk. Charlie muttered a quick spell, and warmth spread through Nico's body, leaving him mildly relieved.
Nico nodded his thanks and gave the second-oldest Weasley kid a smile.
Charlie conjured at seat (Nico suspected he did it just to show he could, considering there was plenty of room) and slumped down.
"Mum's worrying her apron off. Said you were missing for half an hour."
Nico nodded, shivering at the memory. "Hard to find shadows in Antarctica..." he muttered.
Charlie chuckled. "You apparated to Antartica?"
"Shadow-traveled, and yes."
"Right, shadow-traveled." Charlie corrected himself. "But then why were you damp?"
Nico looked at him weirdly. "It's hard to concentrate when you're being attacked by penguins, feeling cold, and trying to find a shaded area. And when I finally managed to get away from there, I ended up in the freaking. Pacific. Ocean. Do I even have to tell you have hard it is to found some shadows there?" Nico complained.
Charlie was silent for a few seconds. Then, he exploded, letting out a hurricane of laughter. In fact, he laughed so much that Nico could almost see the tears forming in his eyes.
Nico found that pretty harassing. Being attacked by penguins wasn't as funny as most people thought- thy could be deadly when the circumstances called.
"Sorry, mate," Charlie said, finally catching his breath. "Reminded me of an incident with a Shorckle-horned dragon."
Nico scrunched up his face in confusion. "Dragons...you're Charlie Weasley, like, Ron's brother in Romania, huh?"
Charlie nodded, curiosity taking over his expressions. "Little brothers talk about?" he asked, with a hint of pride.
Nico thought. Well, technically; yes.
"Yeah," Nico said. "But Hagrid does most of the talking. Says you were good at Care for Magical Creatures."
Charlie looked smug, but tried to play it down. "Nah, Hagrid exaggerates. I only managed to get an O at my NEWT level. I got at E at the OWLs." he said, trying to look modest, and failing miserably.
And just like that, a bulb lit in Nico's head...Charlie was good at Care of Magical Creatures. Couldn't there be...
"Charlie?" Nico asked, and Charlie turned to him with an inquiring look.
"You don't happen to know anything about...about Werewolves, would you?"
Moments later, Nico was launching into his story.
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Lou-Ellen hated not knowing things. Not like, the Athena children's I-must-be-all-knowing kind of hating not to know, the kind of I-feel-like-it's-staring-me-in-the-face-and-I-can't-get-it kind of not knowing.
Pallismera was gone three days, and there was no sign of her whatsoever. Lou-Ellen feared something must have gone wrong- but Mera didn't tell her anything about the quest. How was she supposed to help? Besides, it wasn't only her life that quest might endanger, but Nico's, too. She had that undying feeling that something wrong must have happened.
Not that she expected Mera to drop in for a visit, no, not at all, but she had to at least keep her up to date.
Didn't she say that she might tell Lou-Ellen about her quest after she was finished with it?
"This is crazy, Lou." Rachel said. "You know I can't just spew prophecies on command. Besides, Nico's on a quest there.."
"Calm down, Ray." Lou-Ellen said. "It's not like I'm going to go study there or anything. No, I can accept that it's Nico's quest and his alone. But I feel like I have to do something."
Rachel said, "And Alabaster? Shouldn't you at least take someone else with you on this quest?"
Lou slung her backpack over her shoulders, shaking her head. "Alabaster's my half-brother. He won't hurt me. I know he's bitter towards camp, but nothing's going to happen. I'll just drop by for advice, and then head to Nico for a talk. I can apparte...most of the time."
Rachel sighed. "There's no pulling you out of this, is there?" Lou shook her head.
"Fine, then. Ask me something."
"I need a quest. A quest to...to help Mera. And Nico. I need to find my half-brother, Alabaster. Guide me, Oracle of Delphi."
For a moment, Lou-Ellen thought nothing would happen. Then, Rachel's eyes went misty. A green fog surrounded her, making Lou-Ellen step back a little.
A soul of a fighter, betrayed and forsaken, Whose old love is still in regard.
A drop, a signle one- is all it has taken, To leave the drinker scarred.
Beware the deadly curse of he, For it will cause despair.
And while one of two shall heal, Forgiveness shan't breach the heir.
As the final strike ends loathe in a Lar, Lack thereof drives two apart
Rachel stilled, and fell backwards (fortunately) into Lou-Ellen's arms. Lou-Ellen frowned. What the Hades did she just get herself into?
There you are! I hope this had been satisfying to you all! Well, I hope things aren't getting confusing...Two prophecies, a connection, a monster, a spy, a conflict blah blah blah. Anyone, our first prophecy should be clearer now. Let's recount some things, shall we?
"Hogwarts, Beware the curse of the desperate one.
For it will cause pain known by none,
A choice determines the known one's fate,
Albeit the chooser's path is dark.
Brave one, take heed of the Shadow's aim,
For that is whom the cloaked-one blames.
Poison shall flow through the blessed one's soul,
Despair to heal, excluding death's present, sole.
One shall die, and the shall survive,
But with love, unknown, the previous one thrives."
Tell me your take on it NOW, and let's see if you're right... I hope Charlie isn't too OOC. We don't see enough of him, you know?
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