This is the story of our friendship and how we came to be where we are now.
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Ivy and Osanna
DISCLAIMER: All the characters and places included that feature in the Harry Potter books are property of the author; J.K Rowling. We don't own them we wish we did, but we don't. We would however like to thank her for inventing them so we could use them in this fic.
Ivy Cariad and Osanna October are however our property and official copyright pending. Don't steal them or our original ideas or we may have to get unforgivable on you.
MALICIOUS INTENTIONS
CHAPTER 1, part one: SUSPICIOUS SCRIPT
Osanna was a dragon caller. She was in fact, probably one of the best dragon callers seen in the last few centuries. She had come from a pureblooded wizarding family, and due to her love for the magical creatures, she had chosen to use her skills there.
At the moment she was quite pre-occupied, joyfully pre-occupied with a particularly hostile Swedish Short-Snout. It was hard to miss her, even with some of the other dragon-callers milling about, Osanna stuck out like a lit wand in Knockturn alley. She was a tall, lithe creature, like a willow wand, her figure was slender and curved and it bent and twisted gracefully, as if it would blow away in the breeze. A closer look however revealed that most of it was muscle, formed over many years of chasing dragon hither and forth {One after all had to chase them before calling and taming them}. Her love for the creatures was evident all over her pale form. A dragon peeking from beneath the sleeve of her shirt here, a Celtic dragon twisting in a elegant waltz on her neck, a eastern dragon on her muscled leg...everywhere the tattoos twisted and writhed. Her hair was an absolutely stunning, if not somewhat shocking shade of amethyst purple, and it fell in a mess about her shoulders in carious layers, resembling a half-plucked flower, it was streaked with black and the faintest hint of sapphire blue. Her face was pale as well and finely formed with avian features, her lips small and fixed in a perpetual mischievous cupid's bow. Her eyes were an aquamarine color, flecked in silver and rimmed in thick lashes. Osanna stood out indeed. She wore dragon-hide boots up to her knees in shimmering silver, flowing amethyst robes, a black tank top with a black leather vest and black elbow-length gloves.
She snorted in the chill air and tossed her tresses over one shoulder... the Swedish Short-Snout was not impressed.
"Submissuvus Totiallus"
Her lilting voice rang over the ridge as scarlet sparks streamed forth from her wand, directly at the Short-Snout, whom despite it's chuffing and grand display, was quite simply just not fast enough.
The Dragon curled up into a rather cat-like ball and blinked at Osanna contentedly.
"You should be able to sedate it now" she said offhandedly to the others with a catchall gesture. A few other Callers scuttled forward, albeit a bit reluctantly, to sedate the creature with a sleeping spell.
"Well, it's all taken care of." Osanna remarked to the other woman coming up the pathway.
The woman was tall, not so tall as you couldn�t talk to her without stretching your neck upwards, but tall so she was head and shoulders above the majority of the students at Hogwarts.
She moved with purpose in her step like each one had been well planned and she would challenge anyone who tried to stop her taking it, with each movement the rows of fine chain mail that hung as her long skirt gently swayed and tinkled around her leather trousers. Which matched her black velvet top woven with strands of silver.
"Well let�s face it Osanna, half these people couldn�t call a iguana, much less a dragon"
"True Ivy I sometimes wonder why they even bother trying"
The two women turned and started to walk back towards their quarters. But Ivy, turning to push back her shoulder length Pink and Black hair, saw a second year student eying her voluptuous figure. Her blue eyes gleamed and then flashed deep green in anger, "damn little perverts".
She stopped and turned to face him locking him into her stare. Her red lips pursed and she started to mutter under her breath "Furnunculus". Osanna put a hand on her shoulder. "Not yet Ivy, we�ve only been here a week and there are important things to do before we get thrown out again"
"Yeah" Ivy sighed her anger slowly fading as her muscles relaxed, "He won�t be too happy though" She muttered a few more words. The boy looked down at his crotch and ran towards the bathroom. "Heh," said Ivy. "Hell be in there hours before he gets rid of that one. Little Perv"
They turned and started to walk again with Ivy�s metal-heeled boots clicking on the path
"That�ll teach him to mess with the new teacher of Advanced Curses"
Ivy took a deep breath and tapped the end of her cane on the ground, it was black, topped with a silver cobra, Ivy had when she graduated from Hogwart's graduated a proud Slytherin.
"I haven�t the time to be bothered with children like that," she hissed. "He's lucky I didn�t use the wand!"
Osanna smirked; she knew Ivy's wand was concealed in her cane... Not that Ivy needed the cane, she just liked it. It lended to her well-refined image of walking evil. Osanna terrified anyone she walked past as well, just in a more flamboyant way.
The two women passed the courtyard and paused as Ivy lit a cigarette.
"Oh...look"
Ivy motioned over one shoulder with a flip of her hair. Osanna quirked her thin brows and peered over her friend's shoulder.
"It's Snape" Ivy commented as if Osanna were incapable of figuring this out on her own, Ivy had a habit of doing that. Osanna turned a shade of red and made a terrible face at Ivy.
"That isn't funny"
"Oh?" Ivy said, slowly exhaling a plume of grayish-blue smoke from between her burgundy colored lips. "Well then this may amuse you, he's headed this way."
Osanna looked again in disbelief, what the hell? Did Ivy have eyes in the back of her head? Indeed Ivy was right; Snape was headed in their direction, his black cape billowing out behind him.
Osanna made an odd gasping noise in the back of her throat and Ivy smirked in silence, and then turned on one booted heel in Snapes direction.
He stopped in front of them, his arms crossed over his chest, dressed from head to toe in black, he resembled a large, bi-pedal bat, or so Ivy thought, judging by Osanna's demeanor she thought quite differently.
"Miss Cariad" he said inclining his head to Ivy. "And Miss October back again are we? It does not seem so long ago you were both in my class."
Ivy exhaled smoke again and shrugged.
"It was time some class was brought to this school Severus, besides yourself of course, and besides, Osanna is a expert at working with the magical creatures."
"And you with Deadly Curses" Snape finished, his voice like a hiss.
"Something like that" Ivy countered back.
Osanna had said nothing; she only stood next to Ivy, her hand upon her friends shoulder, as if to steady herself.
Severus cast an appraising glance at both of them and nodded, almost as if to himself before speaking again.
"Well, have you any needs, you know where my classroom is, it was after all not that long ago you were in it everyday."
And with a final glance at them both he turned and strode off.
"MUST he remind us it was only a few years ago we graduated?" Ivy muttered, angrily tapping the tip of her cane on the ground.
"Well" Osanna said thoughtfully. "He's being more polite than usual."
Ivy chuckled softly and nodded before turning once more, cigarette clenched between black nails she set off for their quarters again.
"And do NOT even bother pretending like you weren't happy to see him" Ivy said to Osanna, her thin, ebony brows quirked in bemusement.
Osanna opened her mouth as if to argue and dismiss the accusation, but Ivy knew her to well and she snapped it shut just as quickly as she had opened it.
"ALL RIGHT...all right, schoolgirl crushes die hard."
Osanna regained her composure as they continued down the path to their house.