The short life of Kyrah Swanson

Chapter 5 | Year One

     A week has passed since Aunt Willa's howler arrived, most of the students have forgotten about it except for Bellatrix Black and Cole Moriarty. The devilish handsome third year in Slytherin house, and a person Kyrah was starting to despise more so than Bellatrix Black.

     Kyrah was mad at Bellatrix because she was about to give that stupid letter Aunt Willa had written too Sirius but before he could take it from Bellatrix  Kyrah had pointed her hand at it meaning to slap it away out of either's reach, but instead it burst into flames burning Bellatrix's hands. Cole had finally caught up with them and he looked at her curiously before Professor McGonagall had found the four of them in the corridor demanding what the three Slytherin's were doing there with only one Gryffindor -- until she noticed Bellatrix swollen hands.

     Thus being said that was why Kyrah was in the trophy room with Cole scrubbing the stupid old trophies like a muggle, yes she though it! Why do muggles like struggling so much? she though and she felt nauseated that she was sounding very much like her aunt. She hated this and Cole kept giving her strange glances whenever he looked up.

     "Why are you looking at me like that?" she finally snapped at him after about an hour of polishing the Quidditch cup. Cole seemed startled by her flared anger, "Nothing, Rah-Rah." He said mockingly. Kyrah rolled her eyes at the stupid nickname as she continued with the chore of scrubbing the trophies.

     Somewhere in the distant they heard something large falling outside the door, Filch the caretaker who was watching over them got up and grumbled about 'the good old days' before disappearing out the door to investigate the sound.

     Cole threw down his rag and accidentally touched Kyrah's wrist. 

     "Don't you touch me!" she snarled at him, she was still angry about how he didn't stop Bellatrix from further humiliating Sirius after the howler. Kyrah hardly felt the burning on her wrist where his hand had touched, "Keep away from me you hear Moriarty? I hate you and your stupid girlfriend. I will hurt you."

     Cole gave her an odd look, "Bellatrix isn't my girlfriend, idiot." and she felt strangely lighter when he said this almost relieved. 

     "I know what you are." He said softly so that she could barely hear.

     "I don't know what you're talking about." Kyrah replied smoothly, though at that moment she didn't know where to look so she stared down at the trophy in her hands. How could Cole know? She didn't know herself, and she couldn't even know where to start searching, since she had no idea who her father was.

     Cole stepped closer to her looking at her straight in her eyes and she felt the heat racing into her face and cheeks, pulling out her wand and direct it at his chest in a swift movement she kept his stare not showing him how frightened she really was.

     He gave her a small smile before turning on his heel and sitting back down, "Veela!" he sighed as he started scrubbing vigorously at one of the trophies. Kyrah stared at his back as he scrubbed the trophy; she couldn't believe what she just heard him say , she thought that only Lithia had made up that she had veela blood, so how could Cole have guessed it so easily?

     Walking over to Cole she sat down next to him. For a while they silently polish the trophies without looking at each other, "What makes you think that?" Kyrah asked him no longer angry but curious. He looked up at her with those startling blue eyes and immediately Kyrah understood how he knew, he was part veela himself.

     Cole and Kyrah reached the common room a bit after twelve that night, Cole smiled at her, "I knew it the moment I saw you," he explained, "In the way that you walk... doesn't really help that you have that silvery blond hair too..."