Drop in the Ocean

Joyce, safely clinging on the waist of Oliver Wood had a huge sigh of relief when she looked back and saw Madam Hooch a couple of hundred feet below them. The problem was, Celeni with the blynx was too, only ABOVE them. Yes, they’re a good thousand feet.

Oliver reached for Joyce’s shoulder and whispered “Don’t worry, we’ll save your friend in time. And besides, she’s my friend too.”

A gust of both flattery and gratitude reached Joyce’s heart. She was so touched. “Thanks Oliver… I guess you’re not bad. At all.”

The remark made Oliver squirm. Joyce was quite attractive. They’re quite a match considering that they’re both Quidditch lovers. No, they LIVE and breathe Quidditch. He just didn’t say anything.

Oliver ascended trying to catch up with the Blynx. It was good he was able to “borrow” Malfoy’s Nimbus or else his broom might break down with the weight that it was carrying now.

“Al…most there……”

Meanwhile, Celeni was being carried by the Blynx, unconscious, because of the potion she received when she was captured. Two men in black cloaks were waiting in a dark lair for the blynx. Slowly they descended, in the cold mountains of Mount Droom. It was a bad nightmare. Celeni slowly opened her eyes, not knowing were she was, not knowing where her friends were, not knowing… if she was alive.

“Nusterios!” And the blynx disappeared. There was a large thump on the ground as Celeni felt an ache on the back of her head.

“Ah… well done. That was quite a great conjured blynx my dear friend.” One of the black cloak guy said.

“Thank you Goyle. You don’t owe me much flattery. We owe a lot to Lucius.”

Celeni gasped. The name was familiar but what really brought about the gasp was the mark she saw on the elbow of the man who conjured her inside a dark cave. It was the Dark Mark of the Death Eaters, the followers of Voldemort.

As Celeni was about to move into an unconscious state again, brought by shock this time, a vision in red and blue in a broom appeared as the skies opened into heaven.