Chapter 7 as promised! :P It's shorter but it's not bad. :)

Chapter Seven-Firedrops and Silver Bats

Several weeks fly by and it was now October. Quidditch season has begun in all Wizarding schools. At Hogwarts, the first game was Slytherin versus Ravenclaw...the Snakes stomped the Eagles 250-100. In Salem, the Wolves beat the Bears 260-150.

Graham*, along Marcus and Adrian, was unstoppable when it came to making the goals, he was sure to keep making his brother proud.

Garrett* wasn't on a team. He watched from the sidelines as Camden, the captain and Chaser for the Wolves scored a dozen consecutive goals. He missed participating out on the pitch but was quite content with the break he was getting from Flint's dictatorship.

Salem Academy, Saturday Morning..

Garrett* and his roommates were sitting in their dorm. It was a rainy Saturday morning and they didn't feel like leaving. It was a good thing Eddie had his stash of sweets from the American branch of Honeydukes' out for their entertainment. After going through several Pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs and ice mice...the cowboy pulled out a package of Firedrops.

''Yo, Raven! Got your favorite!" he tossed the shiny, red package over to his roommate. With his Chaser reflexes, he caught it with one hand.

''Yum...firedrops." he inserted one into his mouth. A light burst of cinnamon filled his mouth, instantly warming the slightly chilled teen.

"Raven, why don't you do that trick you always do with those?" Tony asked.

"What trick?"

"You know, the one where you fit like 15 or 20 of those into your mouth at one time. Neither one of us can do it except you...lucky bastard."

"Uh, I dunno."

"Come on, man!"

"Yeah, you can do it!"

After getting some encouragement from his friends, Garrett* decided to bite the bullet and try it.

'Merlin, I've never done this with Firedrops at Hogwarts...Garrett, are you really trying to kill me? Here goes nothing.' Counting out 15 firedrops, he took a deep breath before dumping the handful inside his mouth. As they melted, his eyes watered. He swallowed the spicy liquid, only to cough harshly and nearly hyperventilate. Sam brought some water, helping him cool off.

"Damn, dude. Are you ok? You normally can take that much."

Slightly gasping, Garrett* retorted. ''I guess...I guess I'm not used to it as I was befo'. I'll be ok."

"I hope so." Sam gave him a worried look.

"Jeez, why don't we try something safer? We don't need him suffocating on fucking candy. That's an embarrassing way to die." Jason added, shaking his head.

The rest agreed as they went on with their business, relaying plans for a potential Halloween party. Garrett* slowly sipped his water, taking a glance to his right. He saw that Randall was eyeing him impassively, again. The twin averted his onyx eyes, finishing off his glass.

At Hogwarts...Saturday afternoon.

Graham* was off on his own at Hogsmeade, darting from store to store, hoping to find something for his brother. 'Damn...what da hell can I get 'im? Quidditch stuff is ou' o' da question. He's got enough o' dat. A new robe? Naw, I'll leave dat to Graham. Maybe some jewelry?' he stopped at a shop called 'Silverthorn's Adornings and Keepsakes'.

Dis looks promisin'.' he mused as he stepped through the lavender door, a bell rang signaling the entrance of a customer. 'Fuckin' hate dat noise.'

A middle-aged, slender woman in lilac frames ambled her way over. ''Good afternoon, dear. My name is Sally. How may I help you?"

"Uh..yes. I'm looking for a piece of jewelry. Something for a guy, but I'm not exactly sure what."

She smiled and winked. "Oh, for a special someone?"

"Oh no, madame but for a male relative. I dunno what would be a good choice."

Sally nodded before leading the twin to the charmed glass case. Inside was a variety of precious stone rings, each an original design. Also, necklaces and bracelets of various metals and formations were on display.

'Aw man..so much to choose. Maybe if I go by what I've seen on 'im, maybe I can think o' somethin'.'

"Is there any certain metal or color you see him wear often? How about his birthday or skin tone or eye shade?"

"He normally wears dark colors, black in particular. He was born in autumn, October to be precise, and has pale skin and dark eyes like me. It runs in the family.''

"Hm..." Sally turned to the case behind her and rummaged around, only to bring out three different pieces of jewelry-a ring, a pendant and cufflinks.

"These came in yesterday. Each one of a kind, silver and onyx, the cufflinks have onyx stones and opal on the ridges. This however, is Halloween-inspired. Personally, I think it is adorable." The silver chain had a silver bat for a pendant focal piece. Its wings were folded, the eyes were two tiny, shimmering round-cut onyx stones. Graham* reached to touch it, the metal bat spread its wings, opening its mouth.

'Animated. Awesome! He'll love it. We both look like vampires anyway...so why not?' "I'll take this one."

"Wonderful choice! I'll ring you up at the register.''

Graham* walked out of Silverthorn's a happy twin. He met his pals at the Three Broomsticks as promised.

"Hey Montague, what'cha got there? A jewelry bag, eh? Is it for Wood?" Flint snickered at his mate.

"No, not for Oliver." He pulled it out, showing them the pendant.

Cassius laughed. "Aw mate, you're not helping yourself. You really want the Twins having more reason to call you the 'Other Dungeon Bat'?"

Montague rolled his eyes "Shut up."

Back in Salem Academy...

Garrett* was proofreading his History of Magic essay as Randall walked into their dorm. They were alone. He felt eyes upon him so he sat his essay down. "What is it, Randall? You've been lookin' at me funny ever since school started. What's up with ya?"

The Navajo replied coolly. "You know exactly why I've been looking at you. Now, I dunno who you really are but I know you're here for a reason. I'm not getting a malevolent vibe off your person so I figure Raven is fine...wherever he is. I'm not angry so don't worry about me ratting you out, it's none of my concern but I am giving you fair warning. The others are getting suspicious, too. I hope that you'll be able to provide them a damn good excuse when...not if...when they confront you. I suggest you do it soon, time is of the essence."

With that, Randall started on his homework, leaving Garrett* to stare at his book. 'I pray to Merlin, not too soon..

Uh oh...the Navajo knows. What'll happen next? Tune in next time to find out! :)