Rebels

Steps echoed down the narrow alley followed by a shadow figure. The figure slowly walked to the empty street and went down to the sewage pipes. Of course it smelled bad down there, but they had to get to the Magic Hang-Out somehow without having a lot of Muggles around. The figure kept at the same pace, the only noise that could be heard was water dripping. Muggles would get lost down there in a heartbeat. The figure stopped and took out a long stick. Tapped it on the wall to his right side five times, and suddenly another pipe appeared. However, this one was clean, and had candlelights on the sides. However, as soon as the figure stepped in, the pipe disappeared. The wall was solid once more.

Inside the figure moved to the end of the tunnel, where a metal door appeared. Thumps were made by the figure and the door opened revealing neon lights and people dancing. The figure removed the coat they had been wearing which hid a sixteen year old. She was wearing a black shirt with baggy black pants. Her hair was pitch-black with two neon blue stripes. She was extremely pale, her nails were painted black and so were her lips. She walked over to an empty table and sat down. She looked down for a moment. When she looked up a boy about her age was sitting in front of her grinning. The girl recognized this boy and his grin. It usually meant that he had some great news, but sometimes he was just happy to see her. However, his eyes were glimmering, which meant it was really good news.

"We have a prey?" the girl asked.

"Two," he replied.

"This is either good or mad," the girl said.

"Mad would be the word," the boy said in a casual kind of voice.

"We've never taken on two jobs at once, kind of intriguing, but dangerous," she said.

"Nona! Come on, this would be a perfect opportunity to show that we deserve to be allowed back into our land. I don't want to be with these mortals any longer," the boy said bitterly.

"But we've only been here for a few weeks, Rage," Nona said.

"A few weeks in which we haven't been able to show our true nature," Rage added.

"I like this place. Let's just go to Dumbledore and find a place to crash," Nona said.

"They think we murdered someone, Nona," Rage said.

"They would have kicked us out anyway with Lord Voldemort loose in the mortal world," Nona's eyes gleam furiously towards Rage. "It was our duty to make sure he didn't get his body back, but no, you had to go get a hot dog when I needed you to protect the boy. Voldemort wasn't supposed to come back for another couple of months! So who are our preys?" Nona asked.

"The boy and Lord Voldemort. To play around with the prophecy is my goal," Rage replied.

Nona thought for a moment and finally said, "Playing around with the prophecy? Sounds fun."