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Everybody went down the central zone to help clean the carnival up or rebuild what was ruined by people swarming out of the tent so chaotically the day before.
Bren and Roly were working on the Ferris Wheel's carriages, fixing the hinges that got stuck in one direction. People were murmuring spells and others just non-verbally casted their magic. But everyone held a wand in their hands. Everyone except a girl; Odharnait. Bren saw her struggling to lift two buckets of garbage across the carnival ground. At first, he let it go and worked on his own mission but when she was working on the range shooting cabin and had to remove a broken log from the ceiling, she started jumping to reach it. That was it for Bren's curiosity. He left his place and headed over to her, using the levitation charm would be incredibly helpful instead of her stalling for time.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he said calmly and brought the big log down to the ground. Nait turned around and saw him, she was wearing a jumper over a pair of jeans - looking like a regular girl, for once. Well, she did look fine until the scary piercing look invaded her face, "Who the hell asked your help?!" She snapped at him.
Bren expected a thank you or an explanation of why she hadn't thought of using her wand. "I see someone who needs it and I don't wait for begging," he smirked, unabashed by her looks. Something flared in her dark eyes, Bren thought he saw something but the next thing he knew, he got punched - not a powerful punch, but as strong as a slim girl could do.
"OW!" He exclaimed, his hand flying toward the chin.
"If you EVER help me again, you're dead!" She bellowed.
People were starting to gather around. Bren's insides lurched and without thinking he shoved her away, a bit too strongly for a girl. Nait lost her balance and fell on the log, shrieking out. He gasped along with the crowd but before he went down and helped her, someone apparated nearby.
"FREEZE!" A man barked.
Bren looked around and groaned, it was an Auror who patrolled the central zone all the time looking for trouble. The man was tall, broad shouldered and his dark skin was shiny. His eyes were warm and nice but the way his voice had bellowed, Bren could tell he wasn't happy.
"What's going on here?" He stared at the boy, Nait stumbled to her feet.
"Nothing big," Bren tried to draw a smile.
"He pushed me to the ground," Nait said sharply surprising him. Shouldn't they be on the same page instead of get penalty? The man, whose name was Mr. Ash, glared at Bren, "Is that true?"
Bren shot a look at Nait before shaking his head, "No, I did not push her deliberately. She punched me and yanked my shirt, I was defending myself."
"Only because you get in my way every time I'm doing something!" She shouted.
Bren faced her, defiantly, "I was trying to help."
"I didn't ask for it!"
"You were trying to reach for a huge log, why didn't you use your wand instead of risking it to fall on your big head?!"
"That. Is. Not. Your. Business."
"Enough!" Mr. Ash got between the two and only then had Bren noticed how close his face was to hers. He would've felt embarrassed if she showed any sign of girly embarrassment herself. "You two are to be taken to the Penalties station with me. Come." He stretched his arms at them. Bren grunted, threw his arms in the air frustrated and grabbed the man's elbow. Nait coldly did that too.
They disapparated.
The next scene Bren's eyes acknowledge was the station office which resembled a regular office very much. Mr. Ash walked toward a door to the side of the office and opened it. "Get in you two." He ordered neutrally. Nait crossed her arms and started toward the door, Bren grumpily getting in behind her. They walked through a small corridor to a big metal door that opened on its own accord and then they were in the cells section. Both of them stared shockingly.
"You're going to lock us in because we had a fight?" Nait said loudly rounding on her heels. Mr. Ash stood at the metal door right behind them. He waved his wand and one of the cells opened.
"Get in without another word. Both of you," he ignored the girl's icy glare.
Bren shook his head, "No. I'm not getting into jail just because I shoved someone." Mr. Ash waved his wand again and they were thrown inside, landing on their butts as the cell closed again.
"GET ME OUT!" Nait screamed frantically, jumping to hold the bars and shaking them. Mr. Ash turned to leave but paused, "I'll call your fathers. Meanwhile, make up." He was gone. Nait continued shaking the bars, screaming and grunting.
Bren just sat on the ground watching her fuss. "Calm down, girl. You're going to give yourself a heart attack," he said when she paused for breath. Nait rounded to look at him, her face was flushed. "What do you suggest, smart guy? Sit around and let him arrest us for nothing?"
Bren rolled his eyes, "He didn't arrest us. He's just trying to force us into manners. He's calling our dads right now." Nait seemed to think that over and slowly she moved to sit by the metal bars, her back to the wall.
They didn't talk for fifteen minutes and nobody showed up. Bren saw Nait removing her jumper and examining her back with her hands, wincing as she did so. He couldn't help the guilty feeling banging in his chest. "I'm sorry," his mouth moved quickly. She froze, eyed him and then sat back down turning her head away without a word. Bren sighed again, impatiently this time. This girl was a very complicated and agitated person, he did not want to have anything to do with her anymore - that intriguing feeling he had few days ago was totally gone, he just wanted to leave her rot in her own spite.
"Why didn't you use your wand now, then?" He spoke again after another fifteen minutes, boredom was the motivation this time. She had a confused look on her face for two seconds before getting what he meant, "W-why would I use it?"
Bren shrugged, "You want to get out of here so desperately. You can use your wand to get out," his head leaned backward on the wall.
"Why don't you use it?" She countered.
"I don't want to leave as desperately," he smirked. Nait seemed unsettled for once and she quickly averted her gaze to the metal door that brought them in this section.
An hour had passed, the girl's head leaned on the metal bars, Bren felt his whole body stiffen from the floor. He was bored to death. Getting up, he used Alohomora to open the cell door. Nait jumped to her feet, grabbed her jumper and walked out with Bren on her heels. The minute they touched the metal door, Mr. Ash apparated behind them and grabbed their shirts. "Whaoo.. where do you think you're going?" He looked tired, and slightly surprised.
Bren shook the man's hand away, "We're getting out of here. You lied to us." Nait nodded in agreement. Mr. Ash opened his mouth to say something but closed it and without warning they were disapparating.
The next second, Nait and Bren stood on the road connecting their houses. In the middle distance where you saw the Treacy's mansion and the Harman's. Mr. Ash let go of them and spoke gravelly, "You two should learn to solve your problems more civilly, I don't have time to deal with two bratty teens when I'm following an important case that the ministry refuses to back me up with it." He moved his scolding eyes from Bren to Nait, "And I did not lie. I forgot about your fathers...something got in my way." He sighed, "Now, get going." Then he disapparated.
"That was...not weird at all." Bren muttered. Nait shrugged and started toward her mansion. He watched her go for a few seconds before turning to go to his own house but she called out to him, "Bren!" He waited, "Don't help me unless I ask you to...please," her voice was not as sharp and piercing as usual, she sounded sincere and... pleading. He stared at her pale face that went so well with her blonde messy hair. If it wasn't for her dark eyes, he would've thought of her as a breathtaking girl - that being the case, she was moderately good-looking. The seventeen years old had no idea why those thoughts came to him and when he blinked, Nait was meters away.
Woahhhh nice chapter Laila!
I just love your writing style! *nods*
I want to hear more and do I detect some romance soon? *eyes you*
PAMS!
Eviee <33
Thank you dear Evie.
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Very Good!
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I still think Nait is cute isn't she ? *wonders why*
love it Laila , PAMS x <3
Awww... well, because you're so nice that you see everybody as nice.
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OMG! This is really good! I really love it
*waiting patiently for the next chapter*
Thank yooou!
The next day Bren was being interrogated by Bob as both of them moved piles of muddy ground outside the tent. "It doesn't make sense, man," Bob said, grunting as he tossed the bucket on the toss-out place outside the Carnival ground.
Bren shrugged and used his wand to make the soil dissolve, "He said he had bigger matters in his hands."
Bob stood, panting, his hands on his waistline, "No way. Mr. Ash is the best Auror in Fortvania. He wouldn't forget two teenagers in a cell."
Bren sighed, "Listen, something serious is up. We all know it from the dark figures that are swarming the place, the man said he needed back up but the ministry doesn't listen," he said those words thoughtfully.
Bob elbowed Bren toward Lucie and her friends, getting buckets of water from the lake to inside the tent. All of them were using wands except for Nait who had her house-elf carrying the bucket for her. Bren scoffed, "Typical."
"You can't say no to a 'werewolf' if you're a slave," Bob said dramatically.
"She's so annoying," Bren said heatedly.
"Good thing you're not her boyfriend," Bob said purposefully, giving his friend a look.
"What?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"That girl gets on my nerves a lot."
"And...?"
"Nothing!"
"Liar. You think she's cute."
Bren's jaw dropped open.
Bob nodded seriously, "You do. Your eyes say it all."
"You've gone insane-" Bren pushed his friends aside and went toward the tent just in time as Nait ran out of it toward a tall tanned guy who hugged and spun her around. The scene startled the wizard boy and he couldn't take his eyes off the couple as they kissed briefly and then went together toward the lake. Bren saw the house-elf working hard in the tent, using her magic sometimes or her tiny little hands if the mission allowed. He worked in silence, burying the unfair situation deep in the I-Don't-Care bag.
"Hey, tough guy," Lucie's voice woke him up.
He smiled down at her, "Hey, Lucie."
She wore a shiny white dress that reached her ankles and hugged her figure beautifully from above. "You were staring at me from far so I thought I could come and say hi," a nervous chuckle escaped her mouth.
Bren blinked taking in what she'd just said; was he really staring at her? Oops. "Uh.. sorry about that, I didn't notice." He focused back on the painting job he was doing.
"It's okay!" Lucie said quickly, apparently open for conversation, "I'm sorry about yesterday. Nait's a bit moody and jumpy. I should've warned you not to confront her."
Now, the girl had his attention. He faced her with a polite smile, "You didn't have to warn me, I saw it for myself but..I didn't confront her."
"Oh, I know. I was here." She beamed, Bren didn't know why but he ignored. She continued, "It's just.." Leaning closer, Lucie whispered, "Wand is a sensitive matter to her."
"Huh?" Bren arched his eyebrows.
"I can't say anymore," Lucie gave an apologetic smile.
"Okay. She just hates her wand too much that she brings a house-elf to do magic-job for her. I get it."
Lucie looked at the house-elf who was polishing the cabine, "Eela is her own house-elf, she doesn't mind."
Before Bren replied, Nait walked in with that hugging boy holding her hand. When she met Bren's eyes, she gave the evilest smiles anyone could give to someone. They headed to Eela, the house-elf, and Nait was talking.
"That's her muggle boyfriend," Lucie said, disgustedly.
"A muggle? How did he get in Fortvania?" Bren thought the community didn't let muggles in.
"His uncle's a wizard. He knows of us." The smile was wiped off her face as she looked at the couple, "Nait's going to drive her father crazy."
"He doesn't approve of muggles?"
"Not really. See, they're descendants of the founders of Fortvania and had been a highborn family. Being with a muggle isn't a fancy thing to any wizard, let alone a family like the Treacys."
Bren kept staring at Nait, now chastising the house-elf. He didn't get the idea of highborn family that founded the... wait, what? His eyes widened alarmed, "The Treacys are descendants of the founders? You mean they're..." he couldn't say it.
Lucie smiled proudly, "Yes. They're Malfoys."
The last day working for the Carnival. It had stopped snowing recently and everyone were removing the ice off the tent from the outside while the others dried it out from the inside.
"Everybody knows that," Bob was saying as he moved his wand along the tent's ceiling, riding on his broomstick with Bren doing the same nearby. "They're arrogant for a reason, you know."
"So you admit that the Malfoys were not the heroes you guys make them look they are." Bren smirked.
"No. Narcissa and Draco are heroes. Maybe Lucious isn't when you consider him not standing up to his wife when she was blackmailed but we don't know his conditions," Bob shrugged and craned his neck to see how much snow was left.
"No, my friend, he's not a hero because he attacked a bunch of teenagers back in 1995 at the department of mysteries battle," Bren snapped.
His friend blinked, "What battle?"
"The one they killed Sirius Black in! The one they broke the prophecy in," Bren couldn't believe that such a big historical event went forgotten.
"Sirius Black was crazy when he escaped Azkaban, dude. He died trying to get Potter out of Hogwarts." Bob shifted his broomstick to look at Bren clearly, "Listen, I'm not here to discuss history with you. Honestly, I barely care. I just want you to stay away from that Nait girl. I'm telling you all town avoids her tempers."
Bren looked around and spotted Eela again doing the work for her. He scoffed, "Her temper seems pretty great with that muggle boyfriend of hers."
"It's not our business. Just focus on your work." Bob frowned at him.
Looking intently at Eela, he noticed that the house elf stopped working and stared out toward the Lake's direction few miles away. Bren froced himself to focus on his work. The house-elf moved toward Lucie, who was talking with her friends nearby. The princessy girl waved her off and continued with her chitchat as Eela moved toward the edge of the Carnival's ground. Anticipation written all over the creature's posture.
Bren couldn't wait more, he abandoned the spot he was defreezing and zoomed down toward her. "Looking for someone?" He asked, two feet away from the ground. The house-elf bowed, grudgingly, and shot him a look with her big blue eyes. "No.. sir."
Bren didn't buy it, "Is it Nait? Where is she leaving you to do all of her work?"
"It's my honor to do my mistress' work for her." Eela lifted her head too high above.
"Yeah, sure you do." He stirred the broom to the left and headed toward the Lake, he was not going to interfere. He just wanted to know why Eela was so fishily looking in that direction.
He passed the narrow roads that shot out of the central zone linking it to the scattered mansions and houses in the region. Living in Fortvania for a year now, Bren didn't come across a complex or any small house. Everyone in here seemed to be well-provided and owned a big property. It gave the region a rural kind of atmosphere once you stroll out in different streets. Cars were not common, if at all existed in there since all of the inhabitants apparated with their family around the place. There was a big forest defining the west boundary of Fortvania that stretched near the big lake, which was on the western north side.
Bren's eyes widened when he caught sight of the scene at the lake; Nait was alone, running in an extremely fast speed and even if he couldn't see her face from far above, her body language mirrored the horror. The reason popped out right in front of the boy on the broom, hitting him hard and he lost control of the broomstick and was making his way downward to the ground - a shadowy figure had just hit him hard in the chest.
The boy fought with the handle trying to lower the speed, the green ground was getting closer with each passing second but he couldn't see where the figure had disappeared into. Around ten seconds later, Bren's legs hit the ground painfully and he rolled off the broomstick few times before lying on his back, panting.
Nait's voice was audible now, "Help! Somebo-" He straightened up quickly and saw her floating a foot off the ground, the dark figure hovering few feet above her head.
Bren stumbled to his feet and took his wand out, "Diffindo!" He shouted, unable to think of a happy memory just yet. The spell didn't reach them and he was running toward them, "DEPULSO!" He cried out loud and this time it did hit. Nait was dropped down on the ground with a loud grunt and the shadowy figure moved on toward the attacker.
"Diffindo!" Bren shouted. The shadowy figure dissolved into thin air. Just like that.
The boy stopped over the bent Nait lying on the ground in a fetus position, whimpering. "Hey.. he's..gone," he breathed out. The girl didn't reply and just squeezed herself into a small ball. "I'll...get you...help."
The wizard boy straightened up and was about to set off but the shadowy figure seeemd to find what it's been looking for, it materialized right over the girl, carried it and disappeared.
Bren was frozen to his place, it would've been quite a great excuse to say that the figure hexed him, or casted a spell at him that made him freeze - the truth was he was too shocked and scared to move.
He let it take a girl away.
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*wonders why* 
