(A/N): Yes! It is here! The very end of the first plot! Yay!
Read it!
CHAPTER NINETEEN: CALL
The spider-like monster, stripped of her disguise to conserve energy, sat hunched and blinded in a corner.
She wanted revenge on that girl, the one who had left her like this. The one who had rejected her love, her gifts, her one-sided deals, and had hurt her.
She walked into the former library, now in shambles. She walked by the scorched remains of the bookshelves. She smelled the singedhair and burnt flesh of her child.
Suddenly her foot ran into something. She picked it up and examined it, and realized it was a book.
She touched its over, and muttered a few simple words:
"Reveal your secrets."
She read the Braille that had appeared on the pages.
"Ah, so this is what she has been reading," she said to herself.
As her hands passed over the pages, she realized how the girl had destroyed her. And she also realized that what she would have done would not have been wise.
So she came up with another plan.
Using some of her power reserves, she summoned a telephone, a human invention used to communicate with other humans.
She already knew the number.
I'm doing this because I love you, my sweet, the creature thought.
She dialed it, and a voice answered on the third ring.
"Squib and Muggle-born Reporting Service. How may I help you?"
(A/N): Woo! Didn't see that coming, did you? Ha ha!
How about some end-of-mini-plot reviews? You know, from those of you whom I haven't heard from in a while?