Disclaimer: Everything related to Harry Potter world belongs to J. K. Rowling.


"No practicing the levitation charm like this, Abony!" Professor Fenn exclaimed at one of the students who was swishing and flicking her wand at her friend. With a pout, the girl dropped her hand. The Professor was hurrying among the hundred students gathered by the Lake on this cold weather. It was under the Headmaster's orders to bring the kids of Hogwarts in a fifteen day of camp to Fortvania, a community of wizards and witches. Fenn, Charms professor, was the only one to volunteer to take care of those who don't live in the region.

"Bren, please, would you see why Mr. Reese is crying?" She called out to the three of older students sitting in a circle. The older boy with dark blonde hair and a smirking face sighed and shouted back, "Yes, Mrs. Fenn." He got up in a graceful leap, his two buddies following suit.

A kid was crying at the top of his lungs, standing stiff in the middle of the crowded area. "Whao.. kid, cut it out. Why the tears?" Bren peered down at this Mr. Reese, he saw no boils on his face, no puke on the floor before him, no blood. The kid didn't stop crying. Roly, the red headed friend, poked the kid in the chest. "He's not stunned," He offered. Bob, the dark haired buddy circled the boy. He was staring at his back when he fell to his knees, laughing hard. Bren looked around and saw the most ridiculous thing ever. Mr. Reese had a rabbit tail stuck to his butt. Bren scoffed, grabbed the furry tail and snaaaatched it out.

Or not.

The kid jumped and hit Bren in the chest, crying even harder. "Oops. It's not fake." Bren barely moved a step back from the hit. He removed the tail with his wand and patted the kid's head who turned away, sniffling.

"Kids these days," Roly shook his head in mock disapproval. "Forget it. So.." Bren sat down on the ground, Bob had recovered from the fit of laughter he'd just had. "..where were we?" His two friends sat before him. "You're sure about what you're saying, Bren. It doesn't seem real to me." It was Roly, the red headed Hufflepuff. "I mean, Severua Snape killed Dumbledore to protect Potter? That doesn't fit. Professor Chris didn't mention this." Bren let out an impatient sigh and leaned closer, "He did. I'm saying this because I was shocked at the History of Magic book you guys are studying. How could anyone say that Harry's group blackmailed Narcissa to protect him in exchange of getting back her son! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Bob shifted uncomfortably, "Man, you are the ridiculous one. You came here a year ago from New Zealand and tell us all those things about Snape being the real hero, the Malfoys being the mean folks to Potter and then who knows what else you'll come up with!" He shook his head, refusing to believe it. "I can't throw all of our history at your hands."
"Fine! Just explain to me the reason why Snape gave his memories to Potter before he died," Bren countered, growing angry at those two stubborn boys.

Before any could reply, shouts and screams pierced the atmosphere. The three seventh year students jumped to their feet, they were only a mile away from the shore. Girls' squeaking voices almost ripping the boys' ears. Bren flinched as he saw a big shadowy figure looming over the Lake by the shore. Students of all ages were darting away from it, everyone shouting names and calling out for Mrs. Fenn.

Bren looked around frantically trying to squeeze himself between the crowd away from the figure who did nothing but loom there. One glance over his shoulder the boy spotted a girl being dragged toward the shadowy figure by an invisible link. He searched for Ms. Fenn and saw that she was shouting orders to get the students go past the boundaries of the Lake's shore.
Without another second, he changed direction and was running toward the girl.

He bumped into tens of students, being the only one running toward that direction it was a very tricky thing not to squish firsties on his way. His eyes never left the girl clawing at the ground and screaming, her voice was muffled by all the cries of his surrounding students. Someone grabbed his shirt from behind and he turned around to see Bob alerted and pointing toward Mrs. Fenn. "There's someone over there!" Bren shouted and went on, his friend on his heels.

The girl had rolled over and had her legs into the water while her upper body struggled to stay on the shore. Bren took his wand out and shouted, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A wild, perfectly casted lion had lunged from the tip of his wand. The misty silver animal pranced gracefully toward the figure, swallowing it deeply and easily before evaporating into thin air.

Bren and Bob grabbed the brokendown girl from her hands out of the water. She was sobbing, panting hard and slowly standing up. Bren kept his hand on her elbow to steady her. "Are you okay?" He said calmly. The screams were replaced by low murmurs and sniffles. She pushed the blonde curls of her messy hair back and forced a small, trembling smile. "Yeah.."
"Let's get you to Mrs. Fenn." He smiled and the three walked back. Students cheered, others patted the girl on the shoulder as she passed them. There was only one mystery to Bren now. If that was a Dementor, why didn't nobody feel it? The misery, the coldness, the cruelty and despair? Why didn't Ms. Fenn cast her Patronus when she saw it but decided to evacuate the students instead, knowing that this would do no good in such a situation?

Bren was brought back to reality when someone wolf-whistled at him and slapped him on the shoulder, "Saving Lucie Pope, man! She's a princess!" Roly hanged his arm loosely around Bren's neck, "She's hooked. I can tell." He smirked at his friend who laughed and shook his arm away, "She's not a princess and she's not hooked. Sorry to disappoint you." Roly's face beamed, "You can get her hooked to me, then?"

List of Scenes & Chapters:
Chapter 01:

First Scene.
Second Scene.
Third Scene.
Fourth Scene.
Fifth Scene.

Chapter 02:

First Scene
Second Scene.
Third Scene.
Fourth scene.

Welcome to Epic and Adventure, be sure you read the rules, post often and have fun!

*first to post*
Amazing Laila, I Love it! Can't wait for more!

PAMS

Eviee

Congratulations Laila for posting your first fan fic !
Eeeeep I love Bren isn't he cute ? he must be a Gryffindor right ?
Can't wait for more

PAAAAMS <333

Grandma Charisma didn't get her name by coincidence, she had this ability of drawing attention to her whenever she set a foot in a room. Bren had been heading toward the door when his seventy-five years old grandma stopped him, "Have you seen my wand's holster?" Her voice was just as strong and echoy as ever. He ran a hand through his messy hair, "No, grandma. Rita might've." Weren't house-elves supposed to know everything after all? "She is the slave around here."
"She's not a slave, boy, she's a servant." The old lady let go of his elbow and walked slowly toward the living room. He watched her, leaning heavily on that cane of hers. It was really amazing how steady her voice sounded compared to those legs of hers.
"I'm going out!" He called out randomly and bolted out of the double door, across the front garden and on toward the two boys talking just outside the double doors.

"You're late." Roly complained fixing his shirt.
"Sorry, I had to-" His eyes fell on a weird scene and he had to pause.
Bren and his friends were standing just a couple meters away from his property, there was a road leading all the way to other houses or properties but few meters to the north stood a girl and a house-elf. They were deep in argument, the girl was wearing a black short skirt, despite the cold, and a white shirt under a black vest. Her blonde hair falling messily and loose on her shoulders.
"Hellooo!" Bob snapped his fingers making his staring friend jump. "It is gravely dangerous to stare at that girl."
"Who is she?" Bren didn't drop his gaze.
"She's nobody. Bren, I'm serious, you don't want to be seen-" Bob was saying when the house-elf pointed at them and the girl looked up.
Bren sucked a breath, partly because Bob's warning made him feel uncomfortable and partly because the girl's face was not as warm and lovely as her posture.
She was making her way toward them, determinedly. The house-elf confidently walking behind.
"Oh. No." Roly breathed.
"What are you staring at?" She hissed, her hazel eyes burying into Bren's green ones. He blinked. "Er.. nothing. Sorry, I was just..." Gulp. There was something about the strong, piercing voice of this girl that made him insecure, "..why were you guys arguing?" He finished nervously.
Obviously addressing the girl and her house-elf as 'guys' was one of those mistakes Bren was going to regret soon.
The girl pointed a threatening finger at him, "You're lucky I don't have my wand on me!" She said through her teeth. Bob and Roly were cowardly silent. "Eela, let's go." She turned on her heels and went away. Bren let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and watched the girl walk away defiantly, her house-elf walking next to her.
"Man, you were this close of getting your head ripped off." Bob shot a look of fear at the girl.
"Who was she?" Bren repeated, averting his gaze to his two friends.
"That was Odharnait Treacy, THE Treacy girl." Roly said and paused expecting Bren to either cheer or wail. When neither came, he sighed and continued, "The Treacy are the ones living in the far northest point in Fortvania. She's almost our age, I guess, take or give one year. She's weird and rumors float around her like pixies around bunch of kids."
"Why?"
Roly shrugged, looking at Bob for support. "I dunno. She doesn't go to school, she doesn't have friends... rarely seen in the community. She even disappeared when she was younger."
Bren found all of this intriguing. "What about the rest of her family?"
"Totally fine and normal." Bob was the one to answer this, "My dad says hers work for Accident and Catastrophes. He always makes excuses for his daughter's weird acts."
"And why would rumors float around her? Can't one be weird in this town?"
Neither one of them had answered instantly. They both seemed to think it over. Then Roly spoke quietly, "There's been an accident." He swallowed, "When she was around ten. People said that she was bitten by a werewolf and became one. A very rebellious one."

Laila I love the second scene but YOU CAN'T STOP THERE !
Odharnait reminds me of Lupin

PAAAAMS <33

Don't leave us there! LAILA!!!!!!!
Love it! *nods* I wanna read more! Nowww! *nods*
PAMS

Eviee <33

EEEEPPPPPP! LAILA! *huggles you like mad*

*reads*

*forgets about oreo's* ... I hope you're happy now!

*is secretly jealous of your graphic making skills*

But onto the story. OMG! Just... OMG! So. Well. Written! I wonder how the two scenes are linked... But seriously. Wowie! I don't even know how to WRITE my reaction! We like the fact that they're seventh years![/seventh years obviously rule] I love the detailing! Kind of makes you think that you're there. Ish.

Oh oh oh! Make sure to write some more sooooon! I want to know how things turn out. And! I LOVE it! *subscribes*

Great Job!

Fortvania had a central zone where all vendors, markets and fireplaces to get in and out of region were available. Being in December with the kids back from Hogwarts, a Carnival set up its magical tent taking most of the zone. Bren and his two buddies were strolling down the road that connected most houses together. The boy's head still spun with the information he'd just gotten; he had never heard about a female werewolf before, how could the people in here be safe when they knew they had a sixteen years old werewolf living among them? It sounded pretty scary to him.

Before making it too deep into the zone, he saw Lucie Pope standing at one of the vendors with another girl. They were laughing and when her friend saw Bren, she elbowed Lucie who looked up, blushed and waved. Bren waved back.
Roly cleared his throat deliberately. "What?" Bren said moving his gaze to his friend on the right, "Is she dangerous too?"
"Not quite." Roly didn't move his eyes away from her, the girl was beautiful Bren knew that but that Odharnait's blondeness and posture made Lucie some kind of a fake doll.
"They're related, you know." Bob said, absently, staring at the huge tent ahead of them.
"Who?"
"Lucie and that werewolf girl. They're cousins," he had stopped to a Daily Prophet stand and was getting one.
Bren didn't know whether to nod at this piece of information being very reasonable due to the same shade of hair color to both girls, or shrug at the whole situation. He did the latter.
Roly was still stealing glances at her while Bob started searching the newpaper, "They're talking about the shadowy figure at the Lake from yesterday." He flipped through the page and from his angel Bren saw the article, a photo of a looming dark figure over the lake with a big bolded title overhead that said 'Demented camp or Demented joke?'
"What do they say?" Roly asked.
Bob paused, reading mutely then summarized, "Headmaster's crazy to sent a bunch of kids over to the lake with only one Professor... Bren's a hero for not running away and helping the Lucie girl... a secret source told them that it wasn't a dementor and most likely a practical joke."
Bren scoffed at that, "A practical joke? It was going to drown the girl." He snatched the Daily Prophet from his friend's hands and flattened it to read. But it wasn't the lame excuse that caught his attention, Bren had stopped walking and was looking into the small box at the bottom of the page. "What's this?" He demanded, hiding his anger.
Roly focused on Bren when he heard the tone, Bob leaned in a bit and replied simply, "It's a weekly article. One Hundred Years Before. Why?"
"I know it's an article but.." Bren read quietly.
It was titled; The Prince's Tale. It talked of Severus Snape's childhood, briefly, how he befriended the bad guys during Hogwarts to try and get to a control post, his awful real life pushing him toward the pit. How he sold his best friend's family and then took revenge from the boy who lived throughout his teaching at Hogwarts, how he played the two sides of the battle; spying for Dumbledore and pretending to be Voldy's right arm when in face he killed the former and was about to take over the latter.

That was when Bren stopped reading and shoved the newspaper into Bob's chest, "This is rubbish! Who writes this?"
Bob scowled, tucked the Daily Prophet under his armpit, "Professor Christian. He's been writing this colemn ever since I remember. Bren, don't start on your version of the story, please."
"How shouldn't I? When you throw all of Snape's efforts into the wasteland! When someon as crazy as your professor believes that Snape was a side on his own trying to overpower both sides! The next thing you'll hear that Potter didn't actually kill Voldemort, it was Draco who did it." Bren had rounded on his friends, talking intently but emotionally. Some people lingered to hear but walked away when history was the subject.
Roly rolled his eyes, "We never said Draco killed Voldemort. He didn't have the heart to hurt anyone." Bren wanted to punch his friend.. or faint right there.
He clenched his jaws and turned back toward the Carnival tent again, "Just don't bring this subject when I'm around again."

This region was seriously illusioned to believe the Malfoys were the heroes of the past and it bugged Bren to no end. His grandmother might be able to help him understand this. She was one of the famous Seers alive after all.


Later that day and while Bren was having dinner with his parents at the mansion they offered them earlier this year, his father nodded solemnly hearing his son's frustration, "I noticed." He said, putting the goblet of wine down, "I saw it the minute I was escorted to the Ministry. Posters were all over the place about the Malfoys and their great stand against evil and being blackmailed by the good. People here are sure about this."
"That's terrible." Midget, Bren's mother, put a hand on her chest in disbelief, "Why would they chance the story like this?"
Kal, Bren's father, seemed deep in thought before answering, "I don't think they changed it. If you look back, say like a hundred years ago, you'll see that the Malfoys were the ones to start building Fortvania and inviting pureblood wizards to move their mansions over there. It became a wide magical community with time. A rather isolated one too with everything available within the region." Kal motioned for the house-elf standing to the side to remove his plate as he leaned back against his chair, "Someone might've tweaked a little thing at the beginning. We all know that Narcissa did indeed save Potter in the forest for the sake of her son but someone might've added the blackmailing bit."
"It's an insult even to Narcissa!" Bren scoffed, "She did the right thing on her own accord but they deprived her from the goodness she had originally."
Kal nodded, drinking from his goblet, "Yeah. We should've never come here." Sipping and then sighing, "Once I finish this mission I have in the Ministry, we're back to New Zealand."

"No." A strong and determined voice came from across the dining hall where grandma Charisma stood with her cane, "Our job here isn't finished. It is not about detecting dark magic, either." She started turtle-walking toward the table, "I consulted my leaves and Inner Eye, we have a lot to do in here." The house-elf, Rita, moved the chair for the old lady to sit on.
Bren could see his mother fighting an eye roll, his father seemed to believe his mother very obediently.
"Have you heard about the underworld hole to the west of the region?" Charisma started, moving her wand to pour herself some food.
"No." Bren answered quickly.
"Yes. We have information of it. Few. Why?" His father seemed alerted.
The old lady talked neutrally as she cut the bacon, "How did a region with a few meters away from that hole to be living in peace and with no accidents whatsoever?" Her tone wasn't that of question rather than of inform. Nobody answered for a full minute.
"There has been an accident." Bren stuttered. All three pairs of eyes stared at him in shock. He went on, "I mean there is a rumor that years ago there had been werewolf attack... and someone.. got bitten."
Midget gasped silently and put a hand to her chest, her husband's face paled while Charisma seemed to realize something. "Who?" She asked, strongly.
"It's just a rumor. Roly told me about it but I'm starting to think it's a lie."
"Who?" His grandmother insisted.
"The Treacy girl," he felt like a jerk.
"The one with the bad name?" Midget's eyes went the size of her house-elf's, "Odharnait?"
He nodded curtly.
"It explains all the potions her father is skilled in." Mr. Harman stared down at his half empty plate.
"What do you mean?" His wife asked, fear was no longer hidden in her tone.
"I've met him a couple of times in break time, when potions came up he talked a lot about them, like he knew every bit of that science."
"And?" Bren said, irritated, "Can't it be just a hobby?"
"Not when you have a rumor claiming your daughter's a werewolf." He countered.
"The point is..." Charisma interrupted, "... who else was attacked, if we assume this rumor to be true? I've read bad and wrongful words in their Daily Prophet - Severus Snape the Great being the deceit and power seeker, Harry Potter blackmailing Narcissa, Draco defending his rival classmate for the sake of saving his friend." She seemed quite disgusted, her face features weren't hiding an emotion, "Their History of Magic professor must be foul."
"Mr. Chris?" Bren raised his eyebrows.
"If that is his name then yes," his grandmother abandoned her food and looked at him confidently.
"Doesn't he just.. teach what's in the book?"
"Not when you give speeches in the central zone about the majestic Malfoys and lesser Potters just for gigs."

Bren had the urge to laugh at the last word his Seer grandmother had just said but it was too scary to know of a bad teacher in Hogwarts where thousands of students listened to their teachings - it meant he couldn't just convince his friends of the truth.

Really good chapter Laila, Love it.
I am outraged! Bringing Harry's family down? How could they!?!?! *huffs*
PAMS

Eviee <33

Oh Wow! Not one, but TWO Chapters! Awesome!

ZOMG! Two chapters! TWO!

Oooh! I like the idea of a female werewolf! It's a great twist! And do i hint some lovely dovey dove action? *sighs* The Daily Prophet and their stupid ways. BUT! I love the fact that there's an article about Snape in there! He totally deserves it. I wonder if there's a reason behind why Bren doesn't want to believe it though.

... The Malfoy's created a new town area thingy? WOAH! I just got the image of a bunch of Tom Felton's, Helena McCruory and Jason Isaac's floating around everywhere. I like the way the family is just sitting around gossiping talking about what happened before. And the history really fits in! Oohh? A bad teacher at Hogwarts? Interesting...

Great chapters Laila! I loved them both! Can't wait to read more!

Nice and different, Laila!!!!
Keep up the good work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laila! I'm so glad to see you. venture into writing. You are a natural, my dear! This story officially has my stamp of approval and is definitely a better experience than 2007! <--I really have to tell you the story in the Arabic Chat. Anyways, I really love the idea behind it with the conflict of Snape's story brought into light so you've got me hooked. And it's an adventure story, which is absolutely my favorite genre so you're safe from what I said back in the Arabic chat!

Memories of Dudley and his pig tail! Ah, the good 'ole days.

I know this story is set a hundred years later but this is such a Ginny Weasley moment that it's almost like she's here again, hehe. Book!Ginny, mind you, but I love that.

You know what I love most about your fanfic Laila ? it has alot of Snape on it , and I absolutely like the new scenes !
can't wait for more , PAMS XO

These muggle nightclubs always gave her headaches, severe headaches, but there was something about them that released some of the energy inside of her. Nait was sitting at the table on the corner with Wyn drinking a big cup of beer. Next to her, he was rocking his body softly with the music blasting into their ears. It was dim-lit corner but Nait liked nothing more than dim light.
She was having her favorite, a hamburger - one of the oldest and original sandwiches in muggle world. It tasted fatty and sometimes Nait had a stomachache the next day because of it but doing something that caused her to suffer the consequences had its own glory.
"Did you see that?" Wyn shouted above the music, leaning closer to her.
She swallowed and looked where his eyes were looking, "No. What is it?" She replied loudly. The dancing floor covered most of the club and there was very little to see in this lightening anyway.
"There's a shadow looming over the others' heads." Wyn's voice was barely audible.
Nait rolled her eyes and bit into her sandwich, "We're in a nightclub, there are a lot of shadows."
He shot her a look, "No. I'm seriou-" He jumped up suddenly, grabbing his girlfriend's arm and dragging her away from the table. Nait struggled to stay on her feet from his sudden movement and shook herself free, "What's wrong with you today, Wyn?" She shouted, frowning.
His eyes were glued to a spot near their table, "Just let's get out of here.." Not waiting for her answer, the boy pushed her gently toward the exit door.
It was cold outside, she was grateful for the warming charms her house-elf used on her clothes. She wore a dark pair of leather pants, her strapless tight top and a dark leather jacket. The girl stomped her feet on the pavement as she walked out of the nightclub, her boyfriend wearing his hoodie looking from left to right frantically.
"Stop it, okay? You're frightening me." She folded her arms across her chest, scowling up at him. His dark hair looked like it was part of the night sky above, like nature. Nait loved Wyn basically for his tanned skin, dark hair and eyes - it represented the darkness that attracted her.
He wrapped a hand around her waist and turned her to face him, "I'm sorry, Nait, I didn't mean to." Leaning closer, his lips met hers gently subsiding the smirk he began to draw on his face.
One or two meters away from the exit door of the club, the couple leaned on the wall embracing and breathing the hot air of each other when something really frightening occured.
The boy, no older than eighteen years old, was zapped backward and slammed against the sidewalk. Nait let out a scream of horror seeing the looming dark figure floating on top of him. She fell to her knees, shouting and screaming. Nobody was around in this small street where shops were closed and the main street seemed so distant away. The girl's hands grabbed his legs and tried to drag him away from the figure that resembled dementors pretty much but didn't perform the kiss or held the same cruelty and miserable radiations they were known to. It just kept Wyn still and unconscious to the sidewalk. When Nait was trying to free her boyfriend, the dark figure moved on to her.
Nait froze in anticipation as it loomed over them both, it was supposed to be quite scary and suck out her soul. Instead, its cloaked arms moved in a circular motion instantly sending the girl pinned to the ground - she might not be able to distinguish spells but this was definitely a powerful non-human one. After one minute of struggling and fighting the pain, everything stopped. She was lying loosely on the sidewalk, panting and shivering. A warm, familiar face peered down at her - the big blue eyes glassy and lovely. Nait managed a small smile and sighed, "Oh, Eela, what do I do without you?"

WHY THERE IS NO SNAPE ON HERE ?
I mean love it Laila !
Keep up the good work
and PAMSSS xo

THanks for the update!

Nightclubs! Wizards and witches in nightclubs! I just got the mental image of Snape in a nightclub.

I don't like this dark figure. It was the same one that pulled that girl into that lake right? *checks* Right. And now he was after Wyn. I wonder if there's a connection...

o______O

AASHFKGJLDJS WHO IS EELA?!

SUCH a good chapter Laila! Short but FULL OF ACTION! And the cliffhanger! EEPPPPP! Post some more sooooon! I want to know who this Eela person is. And the dark figure mystery. And why you're so good at writing! I loved it hun!

I'm here finally!
Woah Laila, Talk about making sure your readers stay with you! Gosh!
I LOVE IT! *nods*
This dark figure, hmm, I wouldn't mind knowing what it is
PAMS

Eviee <33

This was the Carnival's second day and Bren was determined to put aside his negative view on the people around here and just enjoy the day. He'd spent a big portion of his day on the Carpet Coaster with Bob and Roly, riding with younger kids sometimes to reassure them that Aladdin wasn't going to pop up and get his carpet back or anything.
It was after the fifth time that the three boys were panting and laughing, "I can't... believe... the view.. from up..there," Roly grinned from ear to ear.
"It's so... fascinating." Bob agreed, walking to the buffet table.
Bren was just as excited, looking around for any more fun to hop into when he bumped someone's shoulder and low gasps followed.
Lucie Pope bent down to get her muffin out of the ground. He bent down quickly and got it for her, "I'm so sorry I wasn't looking." He took his wand out and scourgified it. She smiled and shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing around, "It's fine. I wasn't looking either."
When he took in the scene, Bren had to clam his teeth together for his gasp not to show. Lucie was with that werewolf girl who seemed a bit unsettled and tired. "You're having fun?" Lucie's voice cut his thoughts quickly.
"Massively," Roly answered quickly, "Have you tried the Carpet Coaster?"
Lucie shrugged, "I don't think I'll make it. I faint a lot." She charmingly looked at the red-headed boy and Bren could've sworn he'd heard him sigh.
"You really should try it." Bren said, smiling widely.
"Are you offering us a ride?" Lucie's blue eyes sparkled.
He hesitated, that wasn't what he was getting at actually. "W-wll, yes. If you like. There are six of us, though. They only let three on each."
Odharnait snorted, "You can count me out. I'm not here to play."
Lucie rolled her eyes and turned her head toward the matching blonde girl, "Oh, Nait, please don't ruin the mood."
Bren expected the werewolf girl to get her claws out and slash the pretty face of Lucie. Luckily, this 'Nait' girl eyed the dark-haired silent girl next to her, "Ada, you want to ride?" The girl nodded vigorously. With an exasperrated sigh she shrugged, "Fine! Just don't die up there."
Lucie clapped her hands once, the muffin was tossed away a second before, and she beamed up at Bren. "Let's go!"
"Shouldn't we introduce first?" Bob chuckled.
Lucie blushed and chuckled along, "Yeah, sure. I'm Lucie Pope, seventh year Slytherin. This is Idony Bonney, sixth year Ravenclaw and that is my cousin Odharnait Treacy... she's homeschooled." Bren didn't miss the stung look on Nait when Lucie introduce her.
"I'm Bob Pound, seventh year Gryffindor," Bob started, "This is Brennan Harman and Roly Cowden, same." Lucie and Ada bowed respectfully at them while Nait still had the stung look. Another remarkable change to the werewolf girl that Bren had noticed was her white and blue clothes, he had the feeling that hanging out with Lucie required wearing beautiful dresses and having manners. The princess title to the girl obviously wasn't for nothing.
The six made their way over to the Carpet Coaster, Bob was boasting about his child-sitting on the game while Lucie laughed and made witty comments. Idony girl was silent but her face beamed at the heroic tales Bob was making up. Nait, however, walked lazily with the group and slowly fell a step behind as if trying to detach soon. Bren moved to her side, eager to talk to her.
"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday." He smiled at her, cautiously. She had her arms still folded, her dark eyeliner adding to the piercing look she gave him. "..you know, calling you and the house-elf guys."
The girl forced a scoff, "That wasn't what made me angry." She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, not in a girly sweet way rather than getting rid of it, "I hate nosy people and you were butting in my business."
Bren shrugged, "Sorry, anyway." Whether she accepted or not, he did not know. Lucie turned around at them, with a childish and rather fake excitement shining off her face, "Nait, look! We're getting the original Aladdin's carpet!" Bren arched an eyebrow as the excited girl got escorted to the so-called carpet by Roly.
"Oh, please!" Nait snorted again next to Bren.
"Your cousin soon will be Jasmina in the air," he grinned, watching Nait's reaction. Shockingly, the werewolf girl smiled and if she hadn't caught him looking, she probably would've chuckled!
Quickly, she jumped on the carpet with Lucie, leaving Bob, Ada and Bren on the next one.
The ride was fine, adrenaline rushed through the boy's body as he screamed excitedly at every bump and turn. The other carpet took another path so he couldn't really follow the others reaction. Ada, sitting in the middle, held on to Bob's arm and sometimes Bren heard her shout half fearful and half exhilarated.
When they landed, Lucie was supported by her cousin but her face beamed at them, "It was awesome!"
"Yeah, I think I lost my hearing." Nait added sarcastically.
Roly seemed smug for some weird reason. Bren made a mental note to ask about any hand-holding or hugging. Bob opened his mouth to shoot a comment but the screams from around drowned his words. The group of teens tried to follow the source of screams, up toward the very high ceiling of the Carnival tent were a dozen of shadowy figures, cloacked and hooded moving slowly toward the crowd down below.
Instinctively, Bren and his friends started running away, he pushed Ada, who seemed too stunned to move, along with him. Some people around them held their ground and took their wands out. Patronuses erupting and prancing or flying toward the dark figures, Bren followed suit. Bob had already casted his own, Lucie appeared on his left doing the same - her penguin Patronus wasn't very powerful and disappeared a half a minute later. Bren focused on his lion and saw the swarm of silvery mist swallowing the dark figures, some were about to escape but other wizards and witches joined in and repelled them away.
Bren felt the ease once things calmed down a bit and there were only two dark figures left, he glanced around and spotted the only useless person that still stood inside the tent. Odharnait. She hugged her torso and seemed too calm and at peace as she watched the others do the job. As if she felt his shocked eyes on her, the girl caught his eyes and quickly turned around and ran out of the tent.
The girl didn't even get her wand out to help. They were in between the terms vacation, magic was still allowed for under seventeen year olds, that was not an excuse. Her face showed terribly peace in such an intense moment. Bren couldn't help but frown at her back as she ran outside the tent.

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Laila : I absolutely love the new scene and I don't know why but I do like Nait
great job and keep it up AND PAMS X

Carnival sounds fun!

Awesome chapter Laila!
I swear trouble follow's these days! haha.
I do love your writing style! Get's me hooked!
PAMS!

Eviee.