Point of View following changes to Chihiro
Aria had brought Chihiro to the castle battlements and conjured the same thick crystal bubble. She had not spoken at all, which left Chihiro to think about the journey and the spells they'd need in silence.
Truly, she was different. She was the last descendant of a family name that had already died out, and she had two-toned hair since birth, something nobody else ever did. Also, she really didn't fit in at school, where although nobody taunts her, they keep a good distance due to not knowing why Chihiro was so strange.
But she doesn't know either. She doesn't know why she has two-toned hair, inky black and silvery blonde, the exact colours that clash, and in highlights. She was not appealed at all with the things others are---celebrities and trends, for instance. Never once has she ever followed a trend or delved deep into celebrity life, and others saw this as strange. Even Riddle liked following book-cover trends.
And Chihiro possesses a special skill---she could see into others' minds effortlessly. Also, Chihiro had a gift for languages, having mastered nine at the age of seven, and knowing more than fifteen now. But others don't care---they don't dare to care.
And Chihiro could sense that Aria was different too.
Point of View following changes to Riddle
The potion had turned pale blue, and Riddle carefully measured out pomegranate juice and salamander blood, before taking the cauldron off the fire and watching it turn to the exact shade of palest pink.
With a small sigh, he heaved the cauldron back onto the fire and looked sideways at Kylie. She had fallen into a doze, with her mild brown hair shielding her face, and her head lolling sideways, untroubled. He had to wait now, with seven hours left for the potion to simmer.
Drawing his wand from his pocket, a thin blackwood stick with an intricate handle, he pointed it at his own chair, conjuring up a comfortable cushion, before collapsing into it and staring up at the ceiling.
His brain was empty of all thought, and soon his head fell right onto his shoulder, and he fell into a light doze.
Point of View following changes to Desdemona
Raising the torch she held in her hand, Desdemona passed it over a stretch of bare rock, exposing the following words, carved harshly into the stone:
WHERE THE DEMONS HIDE
"We're here." came the quiet, reassuring voice of Skye from her right.
Remembering the plan, and having gathered enough to trust Skye, Desdemona walked forwards, nervously fingering the elaborate Chinese Traditional dress with the left hand, and twitching her paper umbrella with her right.
She had been forced into wearing a broad-neckline-and-sleeve silk dress in the palest shades of pink, blue, gold and turquoise and rimmed with gold patterned on silver ribbon, high-heeled shoes that were too high and therefore hard to walk in, her hair was done elaborately, in Traditional Chinese style, and Skye has stuffed a paper umbrella, with VERY ugly tassels into her hand, then plastered makeup onto her face so she resembled a noble Chinese lady from the middle ages.
"I told you," said Skye, exasperated, "Lavinia Loralie prefers noble ladies from China who dress with traditional grandeur!"
"Okay, okay!"
As they rounded a corner, they heard a distinctive voice whooping, "Welcome to this party, demons! Put your hands in the air for our trading guest---Madam Skye Evangeline, of magical blood lineage!"
As they neared they could hear eerie, yet excite some music playing softly.
"May we have the volume up!"
Now the music was so deafening their ears might pop, but Skye and Desdemona walked on, finally stopping in front of a ruby-red throne.
There was no trace of a demon in Lavinia Loralie's face, her feather-like eyelashes battled around her beautiful, dark, almond-shaped eyes, with her magnificent fiery hair flowing behind her. Her skin was petite, however with a pale whitish tinge. She was dressed in a maroon off-the-shoulder gown, with a thin black shawl around her shoulders, and her lips curled into a small smile as she held her hand out for Desdemona.
Desdemona grasped it, then said, "I, Chang Ying Ming, place myself to your service."
"Very good. What will you want, Madam Skye?"
"Your pearl."
"Given this magnificent young lady, I will close up the deal." Lavinia smiled.
Seconds later, the pearl was safely tucked away inside Skye's cloak, and Desdemona was standing beside the door, her hand tight around the mother-of-pearl handle of her rosewood wand.
Once sure Skye was safe, Desdemona brandished the wand at the demons around her, yelling, "Praemium lappuke!"
The hall exploded in a shower of rock. Amidst all the confusion, Desdemona turned what she was wearing into a sweater and some jeans with socks and sneakers then threw away the stupid umbrella and took off as fast as she could.
Point of View following changes to Steve
Steve dipped the bucket he was holding into the cool, crystal-clear water of Wisdom Spring, then turned back towards Shannon.
"Great! Now bring it back up to the castle for me, I'll wait here."
Steve eagerly nodded.
Point of View following changes to Chihiro
There was absolutely nobody in the cave of the zombies.
However, as they rounded a bend, Chihiro did a double-take.
There, on a cold black stone table, mangled, cold, and bloody, lay the Zombie. A stake had been driven through its heart, and it was so revolting that she did not approach.
Aria, however, did not say anything, but shook back her sleeves and walked forwards, drawing out a short silver knife. It punctuated the Zombie in the chest, and Aria collected the blood in a glass vial so perfectly her hands were not stained with the tiniest droplet of blood.
"We're going back."
Point of View following changes to Riddle
"Woah!"
"Wake up, Riddle, I've got you guys the water, start on that awakening solution."
"What? Oh...right..."
"Bye!"
"Bye..."
Still yawning, Riddle abandoned his comfortable chair, and picked up the buckets of water Steve had brought, dumping them into a cauldron and kindling a fire beneath it. He then bend over the manuscript, and read, "Bring the water to a slow boil before adding three gallons of basilisk venom. Stir thirty times anti-clockwise before adding a clockwise stir until the potion turns transparent lavender. Add a pint of lizard bile, then leave to simmer for thirty-five minutes. Stir seven minutes clockwise until the potion turns transparent turquoise."
Riddle was known for his subtlety, and within the hour the awakening solution was finished. He sat back down; the potion had not yet simmered long enough to be awakened.
AN: Don't you guys think something BAD is gonna happen? Hehehe...okay I won't spoil it for ya!
Character fact: Riddle is a star student at Casybil Institute and very handsome. Girls go after him and don't know why he's such good at everything.
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