Sailor Witches

Sailor Witches 3

Quidditch Tickets

Lydia was laying her stomach in the den looking at her good look charms when the post came. She called to Madam Indigo, but she was not around. Grunting, she got up and went to the door and picked up the post. She went through it and found some of it was for her.

"Darien, Serena, Lita," she said, going through the letters and parcels. "They remembered my birthday."

Lydia opened Serena's letter first. A golden chain with a lion's head fell out of the envelope. She smiled at it and put it on before reading Serena's letter.

Lydia,

I thought this necklace would be perfect for you since you're a Leo! I hope you like it.

I got a new job at Mrs. Baker's jewelry store. It's tons of fun.

I broke up with Darien at the beginning of summer. He wouldn't be able to spend time with me now that he's been promoted. It's all right though. I'll be fine. I know it was the right thing to do.

I miss you and hope to see you soon!

Love,

Serena.

Lydia rubbed her head, "she broke up with Darien?" she sighed. "They'll get back together before the summer is over.

She opened Darien's present.

Lydia,

Happy birthday! I hope you like these earrings I got you. I got them at the jewelry store Serena started working at.

I hope you're doing well.

Darien

Lydia looked at the pink flowered earrings before putting them on her ears. She thought of Fiore, as flowers always reminded her of him. She did not allow herself to get sentimental, but hopeful for the time they meet again. She opened the cards from her other friends and smiled as she thought of them.

"I hope they're all okay," Lydia sighed and flipped through to the next card. It looked different from the others. It was a green envelope with gold lettering. On the back it had the seal of a gold ball with silver wings. She raised an eyebrow and shrugged as she opened the mysterious letter.

Dear Miss MacGreggor,

Congratulations! You have won free tickets to the Quidditch World Cup. Ireland vs. Bulgaria! Because your father played Seeker for the Ballycastle Bats, we have saved eight tickets for you and six friends. The game is August 25 afternoon in Essex County, England

Ludo Bagman

Department of Magical Games

Lydia blinked several times and looked over the letter. She giggled. "Quidditch...heh-heh...never heard of it. Must be some kind of a joke!"

"What is?" Madam Indigo inquired as she walked in.

"Look what I got in the post!" she chortled, holding up her letter as she leapt to her feet and handed it to Madam Indigo. "Have you ever heard such nonsense? Honestly."

Madam Indigo's eyes widened. "Ludo Bagman, you idiot!"

"What, you know this guy?"

"This isn't a joke, Lydia," Madam Indigo said firmly as she handed her the letter and rubbed her head. "There is such a thing as a Quidditch World cup--your dad played for the Ballycastle Bats--that's why you have the tickets."

"My dad played for them?" Lydia inquired, looking at the letter again. "He's a--Quidditch player?"

"He's been a professional Quidditch player for years," Madam Indigo explained. "He could be playing at the world cup if--if the Ministry of Magic hadn't..." She groaned, "I can't believe this. You're not supposed to know!"

"Hadn't what?" Lydia demanded, "What's going on? What am I not supposed to know?"

"Lydia, dear, it's your parents," Madam Indigo sighed, "they're not dead."

"Not...dead?" Lydia sunk in her chair. "But--you've always told me that they died in an accident."

"That's your parents told me to tell you when they took them."

"Who did?"

"They didn't want you to know the truth of what really happened to them."

"Well, I want to know what happened to them so you'd better tell me now!" Lydia shrieked, "Where are my parents?"

Madam Indigo sighed, turned around and walked to a trunk with a lock on it. "Prison."

"Prison?" Lydia echoed, "Ye mean to say, my parents are criminals?"

"They were framed," Madam Indigo stated. She pulled a wooden wand out of her pocket and pointed it at the lock. "Reserabilis!"

Lydia jumped up, "how'd yeh do that?"

"I'm a witch," Madam Indigo answered as she searched through the trunk.

"A witch? How come yeh never told me?"

"I couldn't risk yeh getting yer memory back," Madam Indigo explained. She pulled out a binder and a small photo album and walked to Lydia. "Sit down. I have something to show you."

"What're those?" Lydia inquired, pointing at the items.

"Well, I keep Daily Prophet clippings in here," Madam Indigo explained.

"What?"

She opened the binder, "Daily Prophet--the Wizarding Newspaper. Here, I'll show you your parents."

She turned to a clipping of nine young men in black robes with a red bat on the chest. They were grinning and holding broomsticks. Madam Indigo pointed to a short and thin young man with light brown hair and indigo eyes that matched Lydia's. He was holding a gold ball with silver wings. "That's your father," she said, "Kenneth MacGreggor."

"Hey," Lydia said, "he's holding the ball from the seal on the letter."

"Yes, that's the Snitch."

"The what?"

"His position is the Seeker," Madam Indigo explained, "He's supposed to catch it to end the game. He was the best Seeker Ireland's ever had. He was so fast to find it in every game."

"So how did he end up in prison then if he was so good?" Lydia demanded.

"I told you," Madam Indigo reminded, "He did nothing. He was framed."

"Did someone like...put stolen goods in his locker or something?" Lydia asked. "Or said he cheated?"

"Your father never cheated on one game," Madam Indigo insisted, "even though many people think he did. They didn't believe he found the Snitch that quickly on just luck."

Lydia looked at the picture again and read the article about Ballycastle Bats. She turned the next page to see more photos of her dad. One of them had him pretending to kiss a fruit bat.

"Why is my dad trying to kiss a fruit bat?" she inquired, making a face.

"Oh, that's their mascot, Barney." Madam Indigo smiled. "That's after they won another game."

She went through the pages, reading more about her father's old team. After more pages she found a picture of her dad lying on the ground unable to move, his teammates all around him. She gasped and looked at the heading: MACGREGGOR INJUGRED IN GAME.

Lydia read on. In the 1984 game of the Ballycastle bats verses the Wimbourne Wasps, he took a Bludger in the head and had a fall of thirty feet from his broom. He had to be rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Lydia gasped when she recognized a name.

"I swear I didn't mean to hit him," says Ludo Bagman, "I only wanted to distract him."

"Ludo Bagman hit my dad!" Lydia growled. "How dare he!"

"He was a Beater," Madam Indigo said, "A beater is supposed to keep Bludgers away from their team."

"A what? Beater--that doesn't sound right!"

"I know, it sounds worse than it is but all a beater has to do is protect his team from the Bludgers by knocking them to the other team." She sounded calmer now. "And that's what Ludo Bagman was trying to do. He and Bagman were friends, even though they played for different teams. It was an accident and people are likely to get hurt in Quidditch. It was the first time your father ever got injured in a game. I was there when it happened," Madam Indigo said, "You were as well."

"I was?"

--

"Have fun, Daddy," Four-year-old Lydia said to her dad as he went into the locker room.

"Come on, Lydia," her mother said, tugging on her hand. "Let's go to our seats."

It was a very windy day, which was terrible for Quidditch playing conditions. Nevertheless, the game went on. Lydia laughed happily while waving a black flag with a red bat on it, signing, "Bats, bats, bats, bats!"

The Chasers had to throw the Quaffle harder do to the wind. Then the rain came pouring down. Kenneth was looking around for the snitch, waiting for his luck to kick in. But it didn't happen this time.

A Bludger came flying to one of the Wimbourne Chasers.

"I got it, mate!" Bagman cried, soaring to the Bludger as his teammate swooped to avoid it. Bagman looked up to Kenneth who was just hovering in midair, waiting for the snitch to fly by him. He knew that Kenneth was always fast to dodge Bludgers and Kenneth would even dare him to knock Bludgers his way just so he can show off his quick moves. Grinning, he smacked the Bludger, aiming for it to fly a couple of his inches, expecting him to duck and say, "nice one, Bagman!" as he always did when they played together.

But Kenneth did something Bagman didn't expect. As the Bludger came flying to him, Kenneth came up in the air about a foot. The wind made the Bludger move faster and Kenneth didn't even see it coming when the Bludger smashed into his temple. Bagman gasped and dropped his bat. He didn't mean to hit Kenneth.

"MacGreggor--I'm sorry!" he said, "Are you okay?"

Kenneth pulled his hand to his head and the wind knocked him off balance. Unable to hold on his broom anymore, he fell off, heading for the ground. It happened so quickly most of ht people didn't see what was happening. Bagman blinked and sat on his broom in disbelief. What if he killed him? He watched him spin as he fell. Bagman shook his head and flew as quickly as his broom could take him in hopes to catch MacGreggor before he hit the ground.

"Come on, you stupid broom, move!" Bagman hissed, fighting the wind.

The wind was bringing MacGreggor down, faster than Bagman could fly. He crashed into the ground before Bagman could get within five feet of him.

"No!"

Lydia gasped and dropped her flag. "Daddy! Oh no, Mommy. Daddy's hurt!"

"Kenneth!" Lydia's mother cried.

Bagman landed on the ground and squatted next to Kenneth's body. "MacGreggor, can you hear me?"

The rest of the players quit playing when they saw Bagman with Kenneth. They flew down to them.

"What happened?" asked one of the Chasers for the Bats.

"It was an accident," Bagman muttered, "I was expecting him to duck. I was aiming over his head, not through it!"

"You hit him?" demanded the Keeper.

"I swear I didn't mean to hit him!" Bagman cried, "I only meant to distract him!"

Kenneth's wife, Iris came onto the grass. "Let me see him!" she cried, "I'm a healer for St. Mungo's!"

She got down next to him and examined him. People brought out a stretcher and for him right away and he was sent to St. Mungos. He never played for the Bats again.

--

"I don't remember it," Lydia mumbled. "I don't remember anything."

"It was a long time ago," Madam Indigo said, "after it...happened...well, when your parents went to prison, you had nightmares so I had to modify your memory sometimes."

"My memory? Lydia gasped. "You...you played around with my memory?"

"Dear, you were nearly going insane after your parents went to prison. You were screaming in your sleep. You ran away a few times, looking for them and you were spending hours in the sewers, looking for...for him."

"Him who?" Lydia demanded. "You're not making any sense, Madam Indigo!"

Madam Indigo groaned. She didn't know where to start. She groaned and took the binder from Lydia. "I may find the article here. There was a very, very bad wizard before you were born. He killed many people. He had followers and one of them was the reason your parents are in prison."

"What's his name?"

"Peter Pettigrew," she said, turning to a page. "He used to be friends with James and Lilly Potter. He had them killed."

"I don't understand."

"Well, there is a school for witches and wizards," Madam Indigo said, "It's called Hogwarts. Peter met James and Lilly there, along with Remus and Sirius. After their years in school, this dark wizard started looking for followers and he found them. One of them was Peter Pettigrew. He betrayed Lily and James, handed them over to--to--You-Know-Who."

"But I don't know who!" Lydia exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Madam Indigo said, "this wizard is so evil we don't even speak his name. His name's Voldemort." She shivered at it. "I hate saying it. I shouldn't be afraid of speaking his name, but you'd understand if you knew the things he's done. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed the Lily and James Potter. He tried to kill their son, Harry but...he somehow survived. I think because Lily died to save Harry, she must've had him under a spell to protect him."

Lydia looked down at the picture of a boy with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, "so, this is Harry?"

"Yes."

"He looks...familiar." Lydia mumbled, rubbing her head. "But I...can't remember how."

"You saw him a few times," Madam Indigo said, "in passing. But he doesn't know he's famous, well, I imagine now but not then. After his parents were killed he had to live with his non-magical Aunt and Uncle."

"So, Peter was caught, right?"

"No. People think he's dead," Madame Indigo turned the next page. "He pinned the blame on Sirius Black. Sirius cornered Peter in the street and Peter told everyone that it was Sirius that betrayed Lily and James and he blew his own finger off and killed thirteen people around him. Peter was an animagus--he could change to a rat at will. Then he escaped to the sewers."

"So, Sirius was sent to prison then?" Lydia inquired.

"Yes."

"But--he--he didn't do anything. How come?"

"He didn't even get a trial. He spent 13 years in Azkaban," she explained. "Azkaban is the prison for wizard criminals. Now, after your father recovered from his accident in the Quidditch game, your mother wouldn't let him play Quidditch again. His vision became blurry after taking that Bludger to the head."

"He's going blind?"

"No, he won't go totally blind," Madame Indigo assured. "You see, your mother is a healer for St. Mungo's hospital. Your father was in a deep sleep for weeks and when he woke up, the vision in his left eye was black. But your mother was able to correct it a bit. It's only a little hazy now. The Bats were really upset. Your dad was an excellent Seeker. But it wasn't just his eye; he broke his back when he landed so he wouldn't be able to ride a broom the way he used too. But your family was already well off you didn't have to worry about money."

"What do you mean, well off?" Lydia demanded.

"Lydia, your father was a famous Quidditch Player!" Madam Indigo laughed. "He was for decades. Do you know how much they make? They make thousands! You weren't always a poor peasant girl, you were rich!"

"I--I was?"

"Yes. You had a manor and everything," Madam Indigo said. "After yur father's accident, he was able to spend more time at home with you. Then his great uncle, one of the governors for Hogwarts, died and your dad took his place. Your dad didn't really want it, but he took the job anyway and that's where everything went wrong."

"How do you mean?"

"People thought your parents were Sirius Black's accomplices."

"But Black's innocent--you just said so!"

"Yes, I know he is," Madam Indigo said, "your parents did too and they tried to prove it but you see, everyone thought Black was a big supporter of You-Know-Who. They thought he was a murderer. Your parents went to visit Black in prison a lot. Black told them everything what happened. Your dad said he'd look for Peter. He searched the sewers for rats trying to find Peter and when he found that one was just an ordinary rat; he would transfigure it into a cat or something. You sometimes helped your dad search for Peter."

"We have to find the rat," Lydia mumbled incoherently.

"What?"

--

Kenneth MacGreggor had cages of rats set up along the wall. Lydia looked up at them. "Daddy, why do you have so many rats?"

"Remember Lydia, how I told you there are some wizards that can change into animals?" Kenneth asked her.

"Yes I do," Lydia answered.

"There is a very, very big rat I'm trying to find," Kenneth explained. "I'm looking for a wizard that changes into a rat. This wizard was even like a rat when he was human. He did very sneaky, bad things. It's because of him that Mr. Black is in prison. If we find the rat that did this to him, we can set him free. We have to find the rat, Lydia. We have to find the rat."

"I want to help!" Lydia cried. "I can help find the rat."

"Are you sure?" Kenneth asked. "It can be dangerous."

"But Mr. Black is a good guy. He would never do those things the ministry said he did. Let's find that big, stupid ugly rat!"

--

"I have to find the rat," Lydia muttered, putting her hand to her head. "I have to find the rat. Have to find the rat!" She jumped to her feet and ran for the door. "Gotta get to the sewers--I have to find the rat! Find the rat! Kill the rat!"

"Lydia, wait!" Madam Indigo went after her and grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides. "Stop!"

Lydia continued chanting, "I have to find the rat! I have to find the rat!" over and over, sounding like a broken record.

Madam Indigo picked her up and pushed her into the sofa. She reached up her hand and slapped her across the face.

"I have to find the--ow!"

"Sorry, Lydia," Madam Indigo said, "but I didn't have much of a choice. You lost it again."

"I did?"

"Yes. You see, you almost lost your mind in the sewers when your father brought you down there all the time to look for Pettigrew," Madam Indigo explained. "Well, of course you would if you spent hours on in the sewers, searching for rats. Your dad saw what it was doing to you and would try to keep you in your room but you would go mad and say that you have to find the rat. Even when you came to me you would run off and break into the sewers to look for Pettigrew. You searched the pet stores and everything. All you could think about was searching for the Pettigrew. That is why I had to modify your memory, to keep you from losing your mind anymore."

"I have a big headache," Lydia answered. "But I still don't know how my parents got to Azkaban."

"The ministry was coming with stupid evidence that they were accomplices to Black," Madam Indigo explained. "You see, when your mother was in Hogwarts, Sirius liked her. Lily was a good friend with your mother. Lily thought of her as a big sister. Black would ask Lily about her, trying to see if she liked him."

"Why couldn't he just do that himself?" she inquired.

"Because of her brothers," Madame Indigo smiled, "they were very protective of their little sister and Sirius was scared of them."

--

When Lily Evens was an ickle-firsty at Hogwarts and muggleborn, the Slytherins gave her a hard time.

"Hey Evans," hissed a Slytherin girl that looked like Medusa. "Aren't you in the wrong school?"

Some of her girlfriends giggled. "Yeah, isn't it supposed to be the Mudblood Academy?"

Lily gasped, hugging her books. "You take that back!"

"Why?" she said. "It's the truth!"

"Watch your mouth, Parkinson!" snarled a girl's voice, walking up, holding her bag over the shoulder.

"Mind your own business, Quigley!" Parkinson snapped.

"This is my business," Iris Quigley said coolly, tossing her red hair over shoulders. "She's in my house, you know. Just because sometimes you snakes don't look out for each other, doesn't mean we can."

Parkinson sneered, "Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll let you pick," Iris said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You have two options," Iris said, "I can get my older brother Douglas, you know, Head Boy? He can give you detention or I can go to Angus and he can use your head for Bludger practice. What'll it be?"

Parkinson stood there for a minute. She bit her lip.

"Detention or a beating? Come on, I'm waiting."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Hah! Watch me!" Iris grunted and screamed from the top of her lungs. "Douglas! Angus!"

She looked around. "Hmm, probably didn't hear me. DOUGLAS! ANGUS!"

"What, what's going?" Her two older brothers came rushing to her side.

"Oh, Doug!" Iris gasped, turning around, "I caught Parkinson cheating!"

"That's a lie!" Parkinson grunted.

"I know you do," Iris hissed, "everyone in your stupid house does! If you're all purebloods, then why do you cheat? And you give my friend Lily here a hard time? At least she does the work, you lying, stinking, cheater!"

"I hate cheaters!" Angus muttered, cracking his knuckles, making Parkinson and her girls flinch. Angus had a short, stocky build with blond hair and blue eyes. He could send Parkinson flying with just one punch. He could take someone's head off in Quidditch really wanted to. "Especially in Quidditch! I know you guys cheat in that too."

Douglas stepped forward, running his hands through his dark brown hair. His hazel eyes flashed as he came looked at the girls. "Cheating, again? Five points from Slytherin."

"You can't do that!"

"Are you so daft that you can't read?" Douglas demanded, pointing to his Head Boy badge. "Another foot out of line I'll see to your Head of House."

"Oh, but you know he'll do nothing."

"We'll see about that. Now get lost!"

The Slytherin girls hissed and walked away.

"Thanks Douglas, Angus!" Iris beamed at her older brothers.

"Anytime." Angus said. "See you in the common room."

When Iris' big brothers left the corridors, Lily looked up at with her bright green eyes. "Thank you so much. You really didn't have to do that."

"Well, I could've taken her myself," Iris grinned, "but it's just more fun using my older brothers to scare people and they like doing it."

"Maybe they're right," Lily mumbled, looking at the floor.

"Who, them?" Iris said, nodding in the direction the Slytherin girls just went.

"Yeah...maybe...maybe I don't belong in Hogwarts," she said sadly. "Because I'm...I'm a..."

"Hey, listen Lily Evans, just because your parents are muggles doesn't mean you can't be a good witch." Iris said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Easy for you to say," Lily muttered. "Your parent's aren't muggles."

"Maybe they're not." She said. "But my dad's a half-blood. His mother was a muggle."

"My parents were happy that I got my Hogwarts letter but my sister," Lily said sadly, "she thinks I'm a freak!"

"Oh, she's just jealous because you can use a wand and she can't," Iris said, putting her hand to Lily's shoulder. "Besides, it's only a matter of time until the rest of the muggle world knows about wizards. I think it's silly that they use memory charms on muggles when they see magic. It's like we're not allowed live in the same world or something."

"Maybe we aren't." Lily sniffed.

"Listen to me," said Iris, "don't listen to those stupid girls. There's nothing wrong with being muggleborn. There are a lot of good muggleborn witches and wizards."

"Really?" she pulled her hands down.

"Yeah. Just remember, Lily Evans." Iris put her hand on her hip and smiled. "It doesn't matter how much magic you have in your blood, it's what you do with it that counts."

"Thanks, Iris." Lily smiled back.

"Anytime," Iris said. "Let me walk you to the common room. I'll get Douglas to help you with your homework if you want!"

--

"If your mother ever wanted anything," Madame Indigo said, "she just had to yell for her brothers."

"So, she and Lily were close, huh?" Lydia inquired, looking at a picture of her mother and Lily.

"Very."

"Like Serena and me?"

"Yeah."

"So, about my mom and Sirius Black?"

Madame Indigo smiled, "it's kind of funny. Your uncles gave him a hard time."

--

Sirius watched every move Iris make. He tried to talk to her once but he found that would be difficult with her protective brothers. He saw her walking up to the common room after class.

"I hate Potions," James muttered as they were coming up the stairs.

"Me too," Sirius said, "eight pages of parchment, honestly I--," he stopped suddenly.

"What's up?" James inquired.

Sirius ran up the corridor, leaving James behind.

"Sirius, wait up!"

"Hi Iris!" Sirius cried cheerfully.

"Hmm?" Iris turned around, just in time to see Sirius trip over his shoelace and fall on his face. She stifled a giggle with her hand. "Oh, hello, Sirius."

"Hiya," he got to his feet. "I guess...I should keep my shoelaces tied, huh?"

"Might be a good idea."

"So, er, um...how are you?"

"Fine, thank you. And you?"
"Brilliant. Fantastic."

"Iris?" Angus and Douglas came out of the common room and gasped.

"Oh, hi!" Iris exclaimed.

"Iris, get in the common room right now!" Douglas shouted.

"But--," she began.

"Now, right now!" Angus exclaimed.

"Oh, all right." She mumbled.

"Talk to you later then," Sirius said as she walked off.

"Sirius, why'd you run off so--oh," James stopped. "Uh oh."

"Black, what're you playing at?" Angus demanded.

"Playing? I'm not playing anything."

"Don't be stupid," Douglas said, "you were talking to Iris!"

"You were talking to their little sister?" James demanded, rounding on him. "You idiot!"

"Just because you don't like her," Sirius hissed, "doesn't mean I don't!"

"What do you mean, you don't like her?" Douglas asked James.

"Huh? I mean...she's nice I just know better than to talk to her incase I get caught, you know!"

"Stay away from Iris, both of you!" Douglas said, "Or I'll give you detention!"

"But we're in the same house!" James cried, "You can't do that to us for talking to your sister, how is that breaking school rules?"

"Quiet, Potter!"

"I'll talk to her if I want to!" Sirius growled. "I already had detention and it doesn't bother me!"

"Sirius, you dung brain!" James groaned, covering his forehead.

Angus marched up to Sirius and punched him in the stomach. James heard Sirius grunts and groans and "oh, stop it! That hurts!"

Finally, he heard Sirius say, "Okay, okay, I leave her alone, I promise, ow, hey, stop! Let go of my arm! I won't go near her, except in the common--ow! Okay, even in the common room I'll stay away! Just don't hurt me!"

Angus let go of Sirius and James helped him to his feet.

"Good. Stay away from our little sister." Douglas said. "Now get in the common room or I'll make you write lines!"

James and Sirius rushed to the common room, tripping over their feet and when they walked in, Lily was sitting with Iris.

"You okay, Sirius?" Iris inquired.

Sirius gasped and ran up to the boys' dormitory. Iris sighed.

"Sometimes my brothers can be a little overprotective," she said to Lily.

James dabbed some ointment to Sirius' face. "I guess you can't talk to Iris anymore," James said. "They'll destroy you, mate."

"Well, I can still talk to Lily," he muttered.

"What?" James' face changed from sympathetic to angry. "No, Lily's mine!" James jumped and put his hands around Sirius neck, knocking his head on the floor, "don't you go near her, hear me?"

"Leggofme!" Sirius gasped. "Leggo!"

"Never, ever talk to her!"

"Leggo!" Sirius fought James off. "I wasn't...going...to...go after Lily...I was going to talk to her...and ask to her talk to Iris, for me!"

"Oh, well why didn't you say that before?"

"Because you were choking me to death, stupid!" Sirius shouted.

"Oh, sorry."

--

"Did my uncles ever do that to my Dad?" Lily inquired.

"Once," Madame Indigo replied. "But when your uncle Angus left Hogwarts your dad saw that it was safe to get to know your mother better and then Sirius had someone else to worry about beating him up."

"But, they became friends though."

"That's right. Sirius eventually got over it. It was only a school-boy crush he had on your mother and your dad was like a big brother to James as well. James admired his Quidditch abilities and your dad helped him."

Lydia smiled.

"Sadly, when your dad became a school governor," she said, "People thought he was a Death Eater."

"A what?"

"Death Eater, a supporter for You-Know-Who."

"Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes."

"How come?"

"Because, he acted strangely when he was at work. He was always going to Azkaban with your mother. People found dark magic items in their work lockers. The hospital thought that your mother was torturing the patients and she was fired."

"But--she wouldn't!"

"I know. They were framed. They knew that there was a risk they'd go to Azkaban so they asked me to take care of you before the ministry put you somewhere."

"What happened to my house and everything?"

"Your aunts and uncles were able to save it before the ministry took possession of it and give it away to another wizarding family. They knew your parents were innocent and would be set free. It was a hard fight."

She sighed, "So, they're in Azkaban, for something they didn't do?"

"Yes."

"They haven't been released? How about Mr. Black?"

"Mr. Black escaped from Azkaban," she answered. "He's an animagus too. He can changed to a big black dog. He saw a picture of Peter in the Daily Prophet once...let me see if I can find it." She searched through, "Yes, here we are." She stopped at an article of the Weasley's family trip to Egypt. "See that rat on the boy's shoulder there?"

"That's the rat?"

"Yes. Sirius escaped from Azkaban. Your parent's helped him. He knew that Harry Potter was in trouble. Harry is his godson, you see."

"Did he ever find him?" Lydia asked hopefully.

"I don't know. I have no way of reaching Sirius Black. He's in hiding right now."

"Madam Indigo, let's go to this...this Quidditch thing," Lydia said firmly. "I want to know more about this stuff."

She nodded, "I think you've waited long enough."

"I bet Mr. Bagman sent me these tickets because he still feels bad about what happened in the game," Lydia said, looking at the tickets. "Maybe he wants to apologize."

"That's what I thought," Madam Indigo said. "Ludo's a nice man, a bit stupid, but nice." She glanced at the tickets. "You have seven there."

"Yeah, Ludo said I could bring six friends."

"Who are you bringing?"

"You and the scouts." She answered, chuckling. "Who else?"

Madam Indigo smiled. "It's been a while since I've been a Quidditch Game!"

"I just hope the others think I'm mad when I send these to them," Lydia replied. "How should they get here? Should we get them some plane tickets or teleport?"

"They can teleport here," Madam Indigo replied, "it's quicker and I can explain things to them. Besides, isn't your friend Lita afraid of planes?"

"Oh yeah, that's right!" Lydia got up. "I'll go send these to them right away! Won't they be surprised?"

To Be Continued

Sailor Witches

Chapter 4

Quidditch Tickets Part 2

Lydia picked up an envelope and a sheet of paper. She decided she'd write to Serena instead and have her give the tickets to the girls instead of having to write the same message five times.

Serena,

You won't believe this, but I got these tickets to this World Quidditch Cup tournament! Quidditch is some wizarding game played on broomsticks. I don't quite understand it really but we'll all find out when we go. You have to come with me. I can invite six friends to come with me so I chose you and Madame Indigo.

Madam Indigo told me something about my parents earlier. They're not dead. They're in prison but they didn't do anything. They were framed. Madame Indigo will explain everything when you guys get here. You'll have to sailor teleport here as soon as you get these. I couldn't get plane tickets and I know that Lita's scared of planes. The cup is August 23rd but we can site-see Ireland and England before then. Trust me, you'll have a great summer! It's going to be loads of fun. I can't wait to see you guys!

Love,

Lydia

Lydia placed the tickets in the envelope with the letter and licked the envelope. She picked up her pen again to address the letter to Serena. She took a few stamps and licked them, cringing at the bitter taste and stuck them on the envelope. Envelope in hand, she called out to Lucky.

"Lucky, want to come with me to the post box?" she asked.

"All right." He jumped from her bed and walked outside with her.

"I'm just going to go and post this, Madam Indigo," Lydia said. "I'll be right back."

"All right dear," Lydia hummed to herself, excited. She couldn't' wait to see her friends again and to go to this Quidditch Cup. She hardly knew anything about it but it was a relief to know that her parents were alive, even if they were in prison. They were alive. And if she was a witch too, then that means she had more powers than she thought and they could become useful with her quests. As she approached the red postbox, she heard a familiar voice down the street.

"I met Sailor Rainbow!" cried a boy.

"Seamus, knock it off," said his mother.

"But I did!" Seamus insisted. "I was on a train bridge and a train was coming to me and...and..."

Lydia gasped, "Lucky, it's the boy I saved the other day!"

"It is," Lucky said. "He's probably told the world about you."

"Quick, we'd better go," Lydia shoved her letter in the postbox, "before he recognizes us!"

"How'd you mean?"

"He'll see the rainbow on your forehead," Lydia muttered, "Come on!"

She turned around and rushed back to the house, hoping Seamus did not notice them. When she got back inside, she looked at her parents' album and the Daily Prophet clippings to try and improve her memory. It was a long progress but she slowly was able to understand the magical world better.

--

It took a week for the tickets to reach Serena. She arrived home after a long hard day's work at OsaP jewelry store. Molly and her mother just came back from their vacation that day. Serena was happy for that because then perhaps she'd have time to relax. Pulling off her shoes sleepily, Serena fell on the couch. She was way too tired to climb the stairs.

"Home, Serena?" her mother called.

"Uh-huh," Serena grunted.

"Oh, are you tired?" Serena's mother walked into the living room. "How was your day, sweetie?"

"Busy," Serena groaned.

"Is Molly back from vacation yet?"

"Yeah," Serena replied, her face into the pillow.

"Well I have something for you," her mother handed her an envelope; "It's a letter from Lydia! Maybe it should cheer you up!"

"Thanks mom," Serena reached up her hand, trying to grab for it. Her mother sighed and pushed it into her hand.

Serena's mother walked back into the kitchen. "I'll make you something to drink."

Serena yawned a thank you and moved onto her back, slowly opening the letter. She pulled the paper out and as she unfolded it, five tickets fell out and onto her chest.

"Huh?" Serena mumbled, picking up one of them to look at. "Quidditch? What's that?"

Serena sighed and read over the letter. She blinked and sat up straight, the tickets falling down. "I must be really tired--is Lydia serious?"

Serena read the letter five more times and she seemed more awake each time.

"No way," she mumbled.

"Here you go, Serena," Serena's mom walked in with a cup of tea. "This ought to relax you. Maybe after dinner you should go to bed."

"Thanks Mom."

"Do you have to work tomorrow?"

"No, thank goodness," Serena answered, blowing on her tea. "Now that Molly and her mother are back from vacation, they'll work more at the store."

"I bet you'd like a vacation now," Serena's mom added.

"Yeah," Serena looked at Lydia's letter, 'and I think I know where I'd be going.' She added mentally.

Noticing Lydia's letter, Serena's mother said, "Oh, what did Lydia say?"

"Uh, well, she'd like to have me visit this summer," Serena answered and she began sipping her tea.

"Really? That's great!" she exclaimed, "That'd be wonderful. From what Lydia said, Ireland sounds like a lovely place!"

Serena's mother went back into the kitchen. Since Serena has been working at the store, her mother has been more supportive and understanding of Serena. Sammy came down the stairs.

"Hey Meatball Head," he said, turning on the television.

"Hey Pipsqueak," Serena muttered.

Sammy put in a video game and started playing, though Serena was trying to relax. "Sammy, do you mind? I was here first!"

"This living room's big enough," he grunted.

"Turn that off," she hissed, "I was trying to get some rest!"

"No!"

"Sammy, cut it out!" Mrs. Tsukino roared. "Turn that thing off!"

"It's not my fault she can't handle her job!" Sammy shouted.

"Oh, never mind," Serena picked up the fallen Quidditch tickets, folded them back into her letter, stuck it in the envelope and stood up. "I'll just go to my room." With her teacup in one hand and Lydia's letter in the other, she walked up to her room. "Hmph!"

Serena sipped her tea and placed it on her dresser. "Hello Serena," said Luna, hopping onto the dresser. "How was work?"

"Busy." She answered with a yawn. "But Molly and her mother are back from their vacation. I'm off tomorrow."

"Oh, very good."

"Yeah, not only will I be able to get some sleep," Serena said, "but I have to call a scout meeting."

"What's the matter?" Luna inquired, looking concerned. "Have you seen any new enemies?"

"No," Serena replied, taking out Lydia's letter and the Quidditch tickets and laying them down on the dresser for Luna to examine. "I got this letter from Lydia today. It's kind of strange, isn't it?"

"Hmm," Luna read the letter, "this is rather odd, but Lydia seems to be excited about this."

"I know," Serena agreed, sitting down on her bed. "But if Lydia had a feeling it was some trap from some bad guy to steal people's energy, she would've thrown the tickets away and told us to keep our eyes open for any funny stuff."

"We fell for these tricks when we were fighting the Negaverse," Luna stated.

"Yes we did," Serena nodded, "and we've learned our lesson. But Lydia said her parents aren't dead. They're alive, but in a prison. She didn't say much in her letter, but perhaps when we get to Ireland she and Madam Indigo can explain more for us. Raye can examine these tickets to see if they're real."

"Is anyone working tomorrow?" Luna inquired.

Serena thought for a moment, trying to remember who was working and who was off. "I know Raye and Mina are off but I'm not sure about Lita and Ami," Serena answered. "Lita's the best worker of us so possibly she'll be working."

"You should phone them and arrange it," Luna answered

"Yeah," Serena said, walking to her phone. She dialed Lita's number. After 10 rings, Lita picked up, breathing heavily. "Lita?"

"Serena?" she mumbled.

"What's up? You sound like you've been working out or something."

"I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard the phone," Lita explained.

"Oh, sorry," Serena said.

"It's okay. So what's up, Serena?"

"Are you working tomorrow?" Serena asked.

"Yeah," Lita answered and Serena groaned. "What's the matter?"

"We need to have a scout meeting tomorrow," Serena replied. "When's your shift?

"Noon to six," Lita answered.

"What about Ami? Is she working?"

"Yeah," she answered, "eleven to five."

"Okay, we'll have it tomorrow night right after you're done working. I need to sleep in tomorrow morning."

"We can be there at seven. I'll call Ami."

"I'll phone Raye and Mina," Serena said. "Thanks Lita."

"Sure Serena," Lita said. "What's this about anyway? Did you see any weirdoes on the way home?"

"No," Serena replied. "But I got a weird letter."

"From who?"

"Lydia."

"Lydia? She doesn't usually send you weird letters, does she?"

"No and that's what worries me," Serena answered. "Maybe after the meeting we can figure something out. Bye." She hung up and looked at Luna. "She and Ami are working tomorrow afternoon." She grunted, "We have to have it sooner though!"

"It's all right," Luna replied, "you can show Mina and Raye first."

She phoned Mina first about the meeting so she could phone Raye, not wanting to hear Raye yell at her. Though Mina wasn't working, she did have plans.

"You have a date with Derek?" Serena squealed. "He's so dreamy!"

"I know!" Mina exclaimed, prancing around her room excitedly, "and we're spending the whole day together. At ten we're playing miniature golf and we're going to have lunch afterwards. I don't know where though. He hasn't told me yet. Then we're going to go water skiing--,"

"Water skiing? I didn't know you could water ski."

"But if I fall, he can catch me!"

"Then what?" Serena asked excitedly.

"Play around a bit on the beach," Mina answered, "and then we're toping the night off with dinner and a movie!"

"Oh wow!" Serena exclaimed. "I wish we could double. Can you ask Derek if his friend Matt can come so we can double?"

"Maybe," Mina answered. "I'll give him a call."

"Serena," Luna muttered, pawing her knee.

"What Luna? Oh!" Serena gasped. "Mina, that's great but it's very, very important that we have a sailor scout meeting tomorrow night. It's the only time Lita and Ami can make it."

Mina groaned, "but...but he's so good looking! He's been planning this for the whole week!"

"You don't have to call the whole date off," Serena insisted, "you can still be with him until seven. He can even walk you to Cherry Hill."

"Why's the meeting so important?" Mina inquired.

"Got a letter from Lydia," Serena stated. "She said she got these strange tickets to a Quidditch Tournament and wants us to come."

"What the heck is Quidditch?" Mina demanded.

"I have no idea," Serena replied. "But it sounds really strange so we have to check it out."

"Maybe we can catch a matinee show after we go water skiing," Mina sighed.

"We might be able to visit England while we're there," Serena said in hopes to make Mina feel better.

"Er, right," Mina said. "I'll phone Derek."

"Can you phone Raye too?"

"Yeah, no problem."

"Good luck on your date, Mina!"

"Thanks."

Serena hung up and her mother called her for dinner. Serena stretched. "Good, that's all taken care of!" She came down the stairs and ate half of her dinner since she was too sleepy to eat the rest.

"Sorry," Serena mumbled when everyone gave her looks. "I'll put the rest in the fridge and have it tomorrow. Just not hungry."

"That's a first," Sammy muttered and Serena went back upstairs. She dressed in her pajamas, brushed her teeth and took her pigtails out. Massaging her head, she sighed. "I'm going to sleep until ten in the morning!"

She climbed into her bed and fell asleep in thirty seconds.

--

Just as Serena had said, she slept in until ten AM the next morning and she felt quite refreshed. She brought her legs over the bed and stretched.

"Feel better, Serena?" Luna asked.

"Oh yes!" Serena answered. "I'm just going to spend the day walking around the mall and stuff. I'll come back for you later."

"All right then."

Serena walked to the bathroom to take a shower. As she lathered herself up, she thought about Lydia's letter. What does it all mean? Was it all a hoax or true? If she and the scouts decided to go, what would be waiting for them? She started to wish she didn't apply for the job at OsaP and ask her friends to join. She didn't want to wait until seven that night. What was she supposed to do until then? She may as well be working with Lita and Ami.

After her shower, Serena dried herself off, dressed in shorts and a yellow T-shirt and went downstairs for breakfast. She had a bowl of cereal and the remains of her dinner from last night. After which she went to the mall and shopped around for a couple of hours. After buying an audiotape she's been waiting to come out, she left the mall and went back home.

"I can't believe I spent all that time in the mall and all I bought was a music tape," Serena said, putting it with her music tape collection. She picked up Lydia's letter.

"Come on, Luna," Serena said.

"Well, for once you're going to be early," Luna said somewhere in between pleased and surprised.

"Yeah, I know," Serena mumbled, "let's go."

She was an hour early but she figured since she called the meeting together, she should be there early.

"Hi Mr. Hino," Serena said to Raye's grandfather as she approached the shrine.

"Welcome, welcome," he said, fanning himself. "Very hot day today, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Serena agreed. "But it should be cooling down now." She stepped inside and found Raye pouring a glass of lemonade.

"Look who's early for once!" Raye exclaimed.

"Hi Raye," Serena said.

Raye was wearing her shrine maiden kimono, which must've made her hot. "What's up?" she demanded. "I was hoping to have a relaxing day off."

"You did," Serena said. "Our meeting will only be an hour or so."

"Still," Raye muttered. "But I was busy today at the temple." She took a drink of her lemonade and she became nice. "Sorry, you want some?"

"Sure." Serena shrugged.

Raye went up to pour her a glass and handed it to her. "Today's been really hot. I'm surprised no one's gotten heatstroke."

"While we're waiting for everyone to get here," Serena took a drink, placed her glass down on the counter and reached in her pocket, "you can look at these." She pulled out Lydia's letter and Quidditch tickets.

Raye read it over and picked up one of the tickets. "This is weird. You think this may be some kind of trick, Serena?"

"Maybe," Serena answered. "But the funny thing is, we don't know about it. I think if someone wanted to steal energy or something, they'd use something more popular. Either way, we should check it out."

"I'll see what I can find," Raye said, walking to the great fire and laying the Quidditch tickets and Lydia's letter in front of the fire. Serena watched curiously for a moment and left the room to let Raye focus.

Serena walked outside and sat down on the porch, drinking her lemonade. She saw Mina walking up wearing a pretty sundress with Artemis at her heels.

"Hi Mina. Hey, where's Derek?" She inquired. "I said he could walk with you here."

"He wasn't able to," Artemis said.

"How come?" Serena asked, frowning. "What happened?

"We didn't get to finish our date!" Mina cried, "I was so looking forward to spending time with him on the beach--I even bought a new suit for it!"

"I'm sorry Mina," Serena sympathized. "What went wrong?"

"It was when we went mini golfing," she sniffed, "oh, it was horrible! We came to the last hole. It was my turn to putt and I lifted up my club I accidentally hit him in the..."

"Oh, not in his..." Serena grunted, closing her eyes tight.

"Face!" Mina shouted. "I broke his nose and gave him a black eye. I feel terrible! He'll never want to take me out again!"

"Oh, you don't know that," Serena insisted.

"Yes I do!" she exclaimed. "He even said so! He told me it was a waste of his time to date a girl that can't play mini golf!"

"People often say things in anger they don't mean," Serena said. "And a lot of girls don't know how to play mini golf! I don't!"

"I'm doomed to never have a solid, good, successful relationship!" Mini wailed.

"No you're not," Serena patted her back.

"Yes I am," Mina hissed, "back when I was in London, I was fighting this guy named Ace. He tells fortunes. Right after I beat him, he told me that my love life will be hopeless for all eternity!"

"Man, that stinks," Lita said, walking up, carrying a pizza and Ami a tub of ice cream. "Good thing we brought ice cream."

"I'll need more than that," Mina frowned.

"Mina's date today totally blew," Serena told them.

"I'm sorry, Mina," Ami sympathized. "You'll find a new guy."

"I so want to believe that," Mina sighed and she balled her hands into fists. "But I'm through with guys! I'm through, through, through! I don't ever want to talk to a guy ever again! They're all pigs!"

"You'll talk to a guy in two days," Lita muttered.

"Yeah right," Mina put her hands on her hips. "After what happened today, I'm staying away from guys for good. I don't care how cute they are!"

"We were going to come earlier," Artemis said, "but she needed a few hours to calm down, you know."

"Thanks for bringing pizza, guys," Serena chirped.

"We were starving after work," Lita said, "and we haven't had a meeting for a while so we thought might as well."

They walked inside the temple and Lita opened the pizza box. Serena got some plates and glasses as she explained to the others about Lydia's strange letter.

"Raye's examining the tickets now," she said, setting the plates around in a circle on the floor and Ami filled the glasses up with lemonade.

They began nibbling on their pizza slices and talking about the subject while the guardian cats gave their opinions.

"I think if this is real we ought to check it out," Artemis said.

"Well, it is," Raye said, walking out of the room of the great fire. "I asked it three times just to make sure." She placed down the letter and the tickets. Noticing the pizza, she knelt down and took a slice. Ami read the letter out loud as the others nibbled on their pizzas slices.

"So there really is a thing called Quidditch," Lita said, examining a ticket. "I never heard a sport like that before."

Raye's Grandfather walked by at the worst possible time. "Hello girls, can I get you some tea?"

"Yeah...what possibly would they play on broomsticks?" Mina added.

"No thanks, Grandpa," Raye said nervously, trying to shoo him away. "Lita brought food."

He paused however, "excuse me. Did someone just say Quidditch?"

"I-I uh, h-had a bad itch?" Lita stuttered

"Yeah, I'm itchy too, must be the heat, " Serena said quickly, moving her arm up and accidentally spilling her drink on the tickets. "The Quidditch tickets!"

"Quidditch tickets?"

"Serena!" Raye hissed.

"Let me see," Grandpa Hino said, walking foreword with his hand out.

"No thanks," Serena started to mop it up with her napkin. "I got it. Sorry about that."

"No, I mean--I want to see the tickets," said Mr. Hino.

"Grandpa--do you know--know what Quidditch is?" Raye asked.

"Of course I do!" he shouted. "Would you please let me see the tickets? I'd like to know who's playing, as all."

Serena swallowed and handed him a ticket. He smiled.

"Why, it's the Quidditch World Cup!" He slapped his forehead. "I must've been so busy keeping the shrine I forgotten to get the tickets. Silly me." He looked the ticket over. "Ireland vs. Bulgaria! Ireland has good players, good players. I'm not sure about Bulgaria though. I have heard that the Vrastra Vultures are quite good. A pity Japan couldn't make it. A pity, a pity." He let out a sigh, "oh well, Quidditch only has been popular in Japan for a century whereas Ireland has been playing for I believe five?" He laughed. "Perhaps next time we will be in the world cup. The Toyoshashi Tengu are quite good."

"Japan has a Quidditch team?" Ami asked breathlessly.

Raye looked at her grandfather as if he had lost his mind. "Grandfather, are you all right?"

"Sure I am, Raye. I am fine."

"But, you have never mentioned Quidditch before!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, that's right, I haven't." He rubbed his chin. "Sorry."

"But...how do you know about Quidditch?"

"Because, Raye," he said simply as if this was something she should know, "I'm a wizard!"

"A...wizard?"

"Yes, of course. I'm a wizard and your dad was a wizard. Your grandmother and mother were witches and you're a witch too, Raye."

"A witch? Me? How?"

"Dear, have you not noticed?" he inquired with a short laugh. "How you can use the fire for guidance and fortunes?"

"But I thought that was because I was a priestess," Raye explained, "You showed me how to use the fire."

"You can do more than that. Remember the time when you got very angry at the person trying to break into the temple and you tied him up without even using your hands?"

"I did that?"

"There where many times you did things when you were frightened or angry without meaning to. You couldn't explain them."

Raye frowned and the girls looked at her curiously.

"It's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He returned to the subject of Quidditch. "I honestly thought you already knew, Raye. How else would you have the tickets?"

"I got them," said Serena. "But I'm no witch. At least, I don't think so. Our Irish friend, Lydia got them. Do you remember her?"

"She's been to the temple a few times," Raye added.

"Oh yes. She got them did she?" said Mr. Hino. "Oh yes, I suppose she would like you to help support her country, eh?"

"Well, she won them," Serena explained, glancing at the letter she sent them. "She got seven free tickets to the cup from some...Ludo Bagman person...and said she could bring six friends."

Mr. Hino stared for a moment and rubbed his chin, "Ludo Bagman, did you say?"

"Yes."

"Do you know him, Grandpa?" Raye asked.

"Well, not personally," he answered. "I've only read about him and saw him play once. He's a beater for the Wimbourne Wasps."

"Grandpa, you sure sound like you know a lot about Quidditch," Raye said in amazement. "I never heard you speak about it until now."

"Yes, did you used to play yourself?" Mina inquired.

"Me?" He thumbed himself in the chest and laughed. "On a broom? Oh no. Absolutely not! I was a terrible rider. Terrible. No. No. I am just a big fan of Quidditch. I enjoy watching it."

"You want to come with us then?" Serena asked and Raye muttered, "No! No!" as she shook her head. Serena ignored Raye. "Maybe Lydia can get a ticket for you too."

"Oh thank you," he said. "Really, but I'm afraid I must decline. I need to watch over the temple...and keep Chad from breaking anything. How are you going to get to the cup?"

"We're going to Lydia's house first," Serena answered. "Sightsee before the cup."

"Hey, wait a minute," Lita said, "what about work?"

The girls nodded and paused. That was a problem. Now that they had started working at OsaP, getting to Ireland may be difficult for all of them.

"We will have to tell Mrs. Baker that we have to take some time off," Ami said. "The cup is August 23rd. Maybe a week or so and then we'll be back for school."

"Yeah, we'll have to decide when we leave," Lita said.

"Will you be flying there?" Mr. Hino inquired.

"I'm afraid to fly!" Lita exclaimed.

"Many people do," Mr. Hino said. "Don't worry; I know a quick, safe way to travel. I just hope I have enough left..." he patted his lips with his finger.

"Enough what?"

"Floo powder, of course," he said simply. "When you girls get ready to leave for Ireland, just come back to the temple and I'll sort you out."

Chad walked in, "Uh, sensei...I need your help with something."

"What'd you do this time, Chad?" he demanded as he left the girls.

Raye turned her friends. "Now this really, really is real!" she breathed. "Grandpa knows about this stuff!"

"We have to go and talk to Mrs. Baker," said Ami.

"Yeah," Lita agreed. "We should do it together so she's not confused. Just explain that Lydia won tickets to some sports event and invited us. She'll have to give us the time off."

"I have the schedule," Ami brought out a planner, "and we're all free tomorrow morning so we can do it then. It's best to do it as soon as possible."

"I can't wait until we find out what this is all about," Raye said. "You know guys--if I'm a witch--the rest of you might be too."

"Raye, come on." Serena muttered.

"It is possible," said Luna. "You girls were all part of Princess Serena's court in the Moon Kingdom. You returned to the world and became scouts again. Perhaps in addition to the powers you have as scouts, you may very well be witches."

"So, we may have powers we don't even know of yet?" Lita asked cupping her chin.

"Precisely," Luna answered. "But we won't know that for sure until we get to Ireland. I hope Madame Indigo will have answers for us once we get there."

"Meet you guys at Mrs. Baker's store at opening time," Serena said. "Go and get some rest."

"Yeah, see you then," Said Ami.

"You can keep the pizza, Raye," said Lita.

"Thanks," Raye said.

The girls left the temple and Raye fell into her seat. So she was more than just a priestess and a scout. She was a witch too. How come her grandfather never told her until now? Did he really think that she knew all this time? When she gets to Ireland, she'll have loads of questions.

To Be Continued.