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"Not frightening exactly…" The boy said, enjoying the fact that all three girls were hanging from his lips. "It's their eyes. I asked Anne and she told me that every member of the Sisterhood she had ever seen has eyes like that."
"Like what?" Asked Leonie.
"It's the colour. Very intense, almost magical. Some say it is. Magical, I mean. That you can see their magic through their eyes." Ginny nodded and looked at the building were the two figures had disappeared to.
"We'll find out soon enough. Well, I'm getting dressed; no point in sleeping now." She walked back to her room with Mary, talking about what had happened.
"You know, I dreamt of being part of the Sisterhood when I was younger." The blonde confessed. "It's silly but…"
"It's not silly." Ginny assured her, combing her hair. "With all the stories one hears about them, it's only normal." Mary smiled in gratitude. Half an hour later they were dressed and heading for breakfast. A startled Charlie approached her, looking over his shoulder every ten seconds. He seemed to be expecting the witches from the Sisterhood to enter the dining area any given second.
"You guys are up early." He commented.
"Mysterious witches arriving in the early morning can do that to you." Ginny stated.
"You know about that?" Charlie asked confused.
"Leonie saw them when she went for some water this morning." Ginny explained. "So, should we expect them to make an appearance soon?"
"Not really; they arrived early because they had some sort of errand to run on their way here and hadn't slept last night." Ginny sighed; she had rather hoped to meet with them. "Oh, don't worry!" Charlie stated with a smile. "They'll be staying the whole day. Just don't expect them before early afternoon." Ginny brightened up visibly after that. She hastily ate her breakfast and run to the nursery; she wasn't supposed to work there that day, but she always tried to stop by and watch the little dragons.
From what Charlie had said, it was mating season and they should expect males flying in sometime next week. But for the moment, the three dragons in the nursery were the pride and joy of the sanctuary. There was an Antipodean Opaleye they called Bertha, a Hebridian Black called Nox and a Romanian Longhorn called Lance. And yes, Charlie had warned her that even when young, dragons were extremely dangerous. And yes, again, she knew it was probably like playing with fire, trying to approach them. But, after the first time she had walked close by, Ginny had realized she rather had a gift with dragons.
And as always, once she moved closer, so did the dragons, Lance, who was the youngest of the three, jumping out of the round pen he was held in and straight into her arms. She giggled softly, scratching the little dragon under his jaw affectionately as she stood up carrying him back to the other two.
"You're getting heavier, honey." She stated as she placed him on the ground to greet the two expectant dragons. "I won't be able to carry you in a few weeks." She petted the dragons and played with them for a few minutes, knowing she didn't have much time before the morning sift arrived. "The strangest thing happened today…" And she proceeded to tell the dragons about the arrival of the two witches. The dragons listened to her voice carefully. She heard Brigitte, one of the trainers, and Paul outside the nursery talking to each other not a minute after she had finished her narration. She bid the dragons goodbye and playfully shushed them as she exited through the back door. Ginny headed to her appointed chores for the day with a smile and completely unaware she was being watched.
It was four hours and a thorough sweeping of the barns later that she got the chance to escape a second round of sweeping the floors when Anne, who was also the sanctuary's physician, asked for a volunteer to bring some mugwort from the forest. Apparently they were running low -meaning they had run out- on the herb and she had to make some potions for the dragons immediately. Ginny, having gathered the same plant for years for her mother's stomach ache remedies, jumped at the chance and was soon headed for the forest with a sickle and leather bag. She had been given clear instructions as to where she could find the herb and was asked to bring back as much as she could carry.
She headed deeper into the forest, looking for the clearing Anne had described. She was supposed to head east until she heard running water from the nearby stream and then follow the sound to the clearing. A few moments after debating if she had gotten lost, she finally heard the sound she was looking for. Relieved, she turned right and followed her ears until she reached the clearing; it was filled with mugwort and Ginny hastened to gather as much as she could.
The sound of the stream was relaxing and the green grass under her feet quite inviting. She toyed for the idea to stay a little longer; she could always say she got lost after all. Then she remembered that the dragons needed their potions and immediately dismissed any notion of slacking. Before she had time to berate herself further, a loud roar filled her ears, reverberating in the forest; her head snapped upwards involuntarily. It wasn't hard to locate the source of the sound; a large dragon was flying overhead heading for the sanctuary. Or so she hoped. Because it seemed to circle straight above her, its form getting larger and larger with every circle completed. Was it descending?
The rational part of her brain screamed for her to run, enter the woods were she would be safe. But as the dragon grew even closer and finally landed heavily, making the ground shake, she found her legs unresponsive. A Norwegian Ridgeback, her panic fueled brain informed her, still refusing to make her feet move. Not that it would do her any good at this point; the dragon had seen her and appeared to be measuring her. It cocked its head to the side, his huge, yellow eyes observing her carefully. Ginny held in a gasp; what could she do? She was alone, in a forest with only her wand and a sickle to defend herself. And even if she could reach for her wand -she'd rather not make any hasty moves- what could she do to stop a dragon? Even if this one didn't seem in a hurry to eat her, she knew that could change any given minute. She had to do something. Anything!
A soft whispering started in the back of her head as the dragon edged a little closer. She had heard it before, when she was much younger, she could remember as much. She had been walking down the street in Diagon Alley and had gotten lost. Unwittingly, she had ended up in Knockturn Alley where a group of seedy looking wizards had spotted her; they had approached her, smirking and laughing at each other and she just wanted to make them stop.
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