Just a quick thankyou from Ivy and Osanna to Unicorn-Wing" She reccomends us so we reccomend her.
The day wore on for both women, and exhausted after their lessons, Ivy having taught both Defense against the Darks Arts and Deadly Curses in one day {at least until they found a new teacher} they met just outside the library.
"How did it go?" Osanna asked, carefully eyeing the corridor.
"DO NOT...ask" Ivy said, adjusting her emerald green robes.
"That bad eh? Don't feel bad, a Hufflepuff got to curious with George, no pun intended and singed her robes."
Ivy smirked and made her way into the library.
She then backpedaled as quickly as she had entered.
"WHOAH"
"What?" Osanna asked, trying to peer over Ivy's shoulder.
"Madame Prince...the librarian." Ivy muttered, in a less than enthused manner.
"So"
"Well, remember all the books I checked out, and never returned.... I bet she remembers, I didn�t think she'd still be here."
"Oh for...McGonnagal is still here Ivy...."
"True" Ivy muttered. "And she is three years older than dirt."
Osanna snorted and pushed Ivy back into the library. "She will not remember."
Fortunately for both girls Madame Prince was behind her desk, and they snuck in quietly.
"I�ve been thinking on this..." Ivy said as they slipped into the restricted section of the library.
"Yes..." Osanna said, it was more like a statement than a question.
"To make ourselves safe...we need to make it look, for the time being as if the DeathEaters are after us!"
A smile flickered on Osanna's face and she nodded.
"A perfect idea indeed...now where in the hell to start?"
Ivy pondered this for a moment as she scanned the books. "Unforgivable curses and their origins.... nice...oh...yes...well if he is a fraud, we need to research his family heritage..."
Osanna nodded and started scanning books. "Origins of wizarding families? Why would this be in the restricted section?"
"The DeathEater families of course, they wouldn�t want their names found out if they�ve reformed" Ivy commented.
Narcissa Malfoy was mad. No woman had ever been invited to join the DeathEaters unless married to one. Then why the Hell were these two being interviewed?
She seethed at the thought of the two women who had so calmly met her husband�s stare without so much as a flinch. She wouldn�t, no, couldn�t allow them to get what they needed to prove their allegiance. She was the most powerful woman in the DeathEaters and she meant to keep it that way.
She paced the floor of her expensively decorated boudoir. She stopped. A plan creeped into her mind, she smiled.
The night wore on and the shadows and gloom enclosed the library�s restricted section. Candles flickered as the thunderstorm rolled in across the lake. Osanna paused in her pacing along the bookcase, scanning a book about Hogwart's Headmasters. "Damn, there�s something not right here." Ivy, who was sat bent over her own leather bound book looked up," What do you mean?"
"Well there's a list of the headmasters of Hogwart's and how they were approved for the position. Dumbledore is down, but it feels wrong." Placing the page in front of Ivy, she leaned down beside her with an arm around Ivy�s waist. Ivy rested her head on Osanna's shoulder as she read. "You�re right, It feels like it�s been changed somehow," She pulled out her wand and after pausing to think, tapped the book three times, "Revelatum" The words concerning Dumbledore blurred and shivered, then returned to the same text, "This has defiantly been changed".
Osanna took out her own wand, looked at Ivy meaningfully and they joined hands. Touching both wands to the paper they commanded, "Incantatus Dissipatum" The text blurred again but this time disappeared.
"So Dumbledore never went through the selection process. He changed the records to show that we did, we need more proof though," Ivy concluded. Their wands were still touching the page and new text was writing itself back into where it had been erased.
"Who the hell is Ramshorn?" Osanna wondered reading the new words.
"More importantly, where is he now? According to this he should be headmaster of Hogwart's" Ivy said closing the book.
There was a noise behind them, like the sound of someone trying to leave in a hurry without being found out. A flash of lightning lit up the dark room and they saw a longhaired woman leave the room. Ivy and Osanna exchanged looks. The librarian had left two hours ago and all the students were safely asleep.
"What have you been looking up?" Osanna asked Ivy, her face a mask of innocence. The book that Ivy had been reading was open on a page concerning the Malfoy family tree. "Just doing research, can't hurt to know everything about the people we will be dealing with". Ivy and Osanna had one strict rule: They never trusted anyone except each other. "There's something interesting here to; Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius' wife, was the daughter of Tempus Windsong" She read aloud from the page, she looked at Osanna and raised one arched eyebrow. "But he lived by us and he never had any children. He couldn�t, have"
"Was cursed" Ivy finished for her " But no one else would know because since he was cursed he was a hermit. No one visited until we took George to him".
Osanna had found George lost in the mountains near their home as a hatchling and had taken him to Windsong. Until Osanna had come along, he had been considered the greatest Dragon Caller in the history. He had taught her all he knew, helping her to raise George, until he died a few months after they first met.
"So" Ivy wondered, "Who is Narcissa really?"
"More importantly" quipped Osanna. "Why do you care so much?"
"I just told you" Ivy muttered. "So we know who we are dealing with here."
"Mmmmm" Osanna hummed casually.
Ivy shot her friend a look that plainly stated "SHUT UP" and Osanna promptly did so.