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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 17:48:29 GMT -5
Disclaimer- The Enchanted Forest Chronicles stuff belongs to Patricia C. Wrede, and Harry Potter stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling. Lorelei and her messed up spell belong to me.
Anyone who plans on reading this should read both the Harry Potter series and The Enchanted Forest Chronicles.
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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 17:49:16 GMT -5
I am Lorelei. I live in The Enchanted Forest, and I’m a firewitch. That means I’m immune to most kinds of magic, I can learn most kinds of magic, I cannot be burned, I can burn anything, I have red hair, and a fiery temper. I have emerald green eyes, golden red hair, pale skin, I’m slender, and I’m getting tall: I’m nearly as tall as my cousin Zander, who is a year older than me. I’ve been trying to invent a new spell, which is very difficult. I hope it works. I just said the beginning to the spell; let’s see what happens…
I stood in the Enchanted Forest in a small clearing, surrounded by the great towering trees. I will not explain the Enchanted Forest, except to say that weird things happen in such a magical environment and that the trees are really really big.
The intricately designed circle I painted on the moss began to glow faintly with a blue light. I whispered the finish of the spell softly, “By power of sunlight and of fire, by power of darkness and of space, forge the way.”
There was a brief flash of blue light.
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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 17:50:59 GMT -5
I frowned at the pale blond teenaged boy who suddenly appeared in the center of my circle. The glowing faded, the circle itself faded.
“d**n it. I meant to open a portal to another dimension. How the hell did this happen?” I glared at the boy. “Where did you come from?” Obviously, my little experiment had failed.
“I- this isn’t Hogwarts! Who are you? Where am I?” He asked me, somewhat alarmed. Then his blue eyes narrowed, and he added, “Do you have anything to do with my being here? Wherever here is.”
“Um. Maybe?” I said, unsure if I was irritated at him or just that my spell failed. “My name is Lorelei. I’m a firewitch. We’re in The Enchanted Forest,” I waved my hand in the general direction of some trees. “Now, how the hell did I get you here, instead of making a portal to another dimension?”
“What? You brought me here?!”
I shrugged.
“Are you a Muggle?” He asked me uncertainly.
“I- what? What the hell is a Muggle?”
“Er, a non-magic person,” He frowned. “Well, are you, or aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not a Muggle. I told you; I’m a firewitch, plenty of magic here. Why?” I added, “Who are you?” I was getting irritated. I wanted to figure out what went wrong with my spell, not chat with an odd guy, even if he was somewhat good-looking.
Then I noticed his clothes.
“My name is Draco Malfoy. Hey, stop laughing! Do you think my names funny or something?”
“Ahahaha! No, but (ahahaha) you’re wearing a dress.” I snickered.
“No – these are robes!” Draco exclaimed.
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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 17:52:00 GMT -5
“Robes? They don’t look like normal robes.” I scowled suddenly, “You aren’t a wizard, are you?”
“I – yes. Why, what’s wrong with this?”
“You’re not with the Society of Wizards, are you?” I asked, tight lipped. The Society of Wizards had a history of pissing me off. They messed with the dragons, the Enchanted Forest (and the King, Queen, and the Prince of the Enchanted Forest, and Shiara, who was also a firewitch), and helped mess with quite a few other firewitches. I am very happy that they can’t steal my magic. I actually learned to force my magic into their staffs – which makes them explode.
“No. I never heard of it. I go to Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
“Well, you don’t even have proper wizarding robes. That is a dress.” I taunted him, half angry with him for being a wizard, even if he wasn’t with the d**n Society.
“I am NOT wearing a dress!” Draco shouted, and then his cheeks went slightly pink.
“I – well you’re not wearing a dress now.” I tried not to laugh – and failed. A giggle escaped. The Laws of Hilarity had caused his ‘dress’ to disappear. “You should be more careful of what you say.”
“No, really.” Draco said sarcastically.
“Hehehe, you’re naked.” I began giggling hysterically.
He blushed, and then he glared at me. After a while, I recovered myself, and I handed him my cloak. He took it and put it on, still glaring at me, even more flushed, “How did that happen? And stop giggling. That was not funny.”
“Yes it is,” I laughed.
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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 18:02:55 GMT -5
I had brought Draco to my house (which was that neat tower thing that Telemain used to live in – he sold it to me after he married Morwen). I was regretting it.
Of course, I could’ve left him in the Enchanted Forest, with the nightshades, wolves, and whatnot, but I guess I was vaguely interested in him, just as he vaguely irritated me.
He was sulking after I had told him that I couldn’t send him home until I had some rest, fixed the spell, and gathered the spell components.
I sighed, and then blinked at him in surprise, “You don’t have a staff.”
“A staff? Why would I have a staff?” He asked, confusedly.
“Wizards – they have magic staffs, the store spells in them and get magic with them.”
“That’s nonsense. All the wizards back home have wands.”
“Wands?” I frowned at him, skeptical. Then I began to giggle when I realized he was being serious.
“What’s so bloody funny?” He asked me.
“Magic wands,” I laughed, “Magic wands are very –er- feminine.”
He scowled and retreated back into his sulking. Boredly, I poked his shoulder. He ignored me. “I’m bored.” He ignored me.
“I forgot your name.”
“Draco,” he muttered.
“Oh.”
“You don’t like him,” Panther, my only cat and a son of Trouble, said, “Want me to bite him? Wizards are easy – just bite or claw them in the right spot.”
“No, that’s not necessary. He’s just irritating me. And I’m bored.”
“He doesn’t look like a wizard, and he isn’t even old enough for a beard,” The cat sneered at him. “I don’t believe that he’s really a wizard.”
“Um? Perhaps, but he could be,” I said.
Draco glared at me suspiciously, “Why are you talking to your cat? It can’t understand you.”
“Yes, he can, and I can understand him, because Morwen taught me the spell to understand my cats when she gave him to me.”
“Liar, there is no such spell. It’s not possible.”
“Don’t you call me a liar, you – d**n – wizard!” I said, beginning to get angry.
Draco frowned, “What’s wrong with being a wizard?” then he sneered at me, “I never heard of firewitches, I think you’re just making that up.”
“You are so … stupid! How can anyone be so ignorant? You don’t know anything!” I began talking softly, but ended up shouting. At the last word, my hair burst into flames. A few flames licked my cheeks.
Draco went very pale.
“Anyway, after I get all the ingredients for my spell, I can send you wherever-the-hell you came from.”
“You don’t even know what you’re doing, you could send me anywhere, and you’ll never know if it worked or not.”
“I don’t care.”
“I refuse to go. You might send me somewhere unpleasant on purpose,” he tried to glare at me, but failed, since it’s difficult to glare at someone whose hair is on fire.
“What?” I snapped.
“Er- doesn’t that hurt?” He asked.
“Doesn’t what hurt?” I asked.
“Your hair is on FIRE.”
“Oh. That. Not at all, I told you, I’m a firewitch.”
“Oh.”
There was a sudden silence, during which I calmed down a bit. Draco watched my flaming hair with interest in spite of himself, and yawned (it was very late at night). I sighed, and the fire flickered and went out, leaving her hair undamaged.
Draco reached out to touch my hair (not thinking).
“What are you doing?” I asked him, giving him a slightly worried frown (worried for his sanity).
“Ahh-” Draco pulled his hand back immediately when he realized what he was doing. He flushed slightly, as surprised as I was.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Your hair – isn’t burnt,” He stammered out, the only random excuse thing he could think of.
“Right,” I said, rolling her eyes.
Draco yelped.
Panther had jumped onto Draco’s lap and dug all claws in. Panther was now glaring at Draco.
“Panther, be nice, try to be nice. He won’t be here too long,” I muttered.
Panther shrugged and leapt gracefully to the floor.
“What?” Draco sat up, surprised, “Did you figure out how to send me home?”
“Er, not exactly,” I examined some spell components.
I had finally figured out what had gone wrong with my spell the first time. I hadn’t been standing in the circle, that’s all. It was actually a good thing I hadn’t been able to open the portal. I hadn’t brought what I’d needed to do the spell to return home. The next time, I’d bring enough ingredients for doing the spell several times over with me so I could actually get back.
I wouldn’t, couldn’t just send Draco away. I wanted to go, too. I didn’t feel like explaining.
“Well, when am I going?” He asked.
“Next week.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
That shut him up – but only for five minutes.
He examined the room.
It was circle, stone, with staircases on either side, which were metal.
(I’d redecorated it some after I’d moved in) There was a table near the far wall, one large comfy looking chair, one couch, and that was all.
Draco and I had been standing in the middle of the room, talking, and now we weren’t.
He shrugged, and sat in the chair.
I grinned slightly, “And why are you still wearing my cloak?”
“Er. I have no other clothes.”
“Oh. I think my cousin will let me borrow some clothes, but they’ll be a bit too big for you.”
“That’s better than only wearing a cloak,” Draco muttered.
“Right. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere, or you’ll get eaten by nightshades.”
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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 18:04:00 GMT -5
Draco had just been sitting around for several hours, wearing that cloak and nothing else, waiting for Lorelei to come with clothes.
He was hungry, bored, tired, angry, and confused. He still didn’t understand how he was here, and how everything that had happened since he came was possible.
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Post by Avalene on Dec 31, 2005 18:05:50 GMT -5
I opened the door, stormed inside, and let the door slam shut.
Draco glanced at me warily, probably to see if my hair was on fire again. It wasn’t.
“Well,” I glared at him.
“What?”
“I can’t find any unicorn water. Oh yeah, here you go,” I tossed him the bundle of clothes to him, several changes. “Go upstairs and change – quickly. I’ m going somewhere and you might as well come.”
“But I’m tired,” Draco complained. It was nearly dawn.
“…Fine. Go to sleep. Take a room upstairs.”
“Okay,” Draco went to the stairs. “Hey, bloody hell, why can’t I get up these?” Draco exclaimed.
“Oh, those are the wrong stairs. Those only go down. The other one is the ‘up’ stairs.”
“Eh, like those Muggle escalator things?”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
Draco went around to the ‘up’ stairs, irritated. “Stairs that only go up . . .. Of all the stupid things….”
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx Morning xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
I woke up, almost cheerful.
I got up, changed into shorts a shirt and hiking boots, and knocked on Draco’s door.
“Lev’me ‘lone,” Draco grumbled sleepily.
“Wake UP! After we go to Morwen and Telemain’s house and to see Daystar and Shiara, you can go home. Of course I have to tell Telemain about my new spell, he’s my cousin and he’d never speak to me again if I don’t. Well, maybe I’m exaggerating, but he’ll get upset.”
“Eh? You’re certainly talkative this early in the morning . . .”
“Did you hear me? I think I can get you home today! Or at least tomorrow.”
“Really. That’s good.”
“So come ON.”
“No . . . Don’t come in!” Draco yelled as I opened the door and peeked in.
“Why?”
“Eh.”
“Your hairs all messy, is that the problem?”
“Nnnn.”
“Huh?”
Draco seemed unable to speak, and he also seemed reluctant to get out of bed.
“Come on, do you wanta leave or not?”
“Of COURSE I want to leave!”
“Then get UP!” I told him in exasperation, and then pulled him out of bed by his arm.
“Yah, let me go!”
So I did. I let his arm go, when I already had him halfway out of his bed – he fell to the floor heavily.
“Ow.”
“You – you’re – not – wearing – your – clothes.”
Draco flushed, “I can’t sleep wearing trousers.”
“Heh heh, want a night gown?”
“Shut up, and get out so I can get dressed.”
“Why? I’ve already seen you naked,” I taunted him, giggling.
“Get OUT!” Draco shouted, very red in the face.
I laughed and headed down the stairs.
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