The Lost Heir of Ilvermony

Photoshoots and Dates

Tracey meets me at the stairs. “What was that all about?”

“I just asked Teddy to the ball.” I say going up the stairs to the astronomy tower how the editor manges to get Professor Locke’s permission is beyond me.

Her mouth hangs open. “Lyra you didn’t Harry’s Godson?”

“What a big deal I made it clear that it would just be as friends.” My lips turned to a sly smile. “Now you can ask Sarah to the ball.”

Her skin glows with blush, “Don’t change the subject.”

“Come on what's the big deal you’ve had a crush on her and she’s been shy around you this whole year.”

My friends let out a long huff. “Come on girl you know she likes guys.”

I stop at a column letting Casper slither to the ground to go ahead of us. “Really cause five different guys asked her to turn them all down.”

“Right and you asked Harry Potter's godson because…”

“It was my idea,” Casper says.

“He talked to Casper like he was a dog , no fear, just curiosity.” 

“What about Thomas?” Tracey says as we round a connor to the same platform where we have classes.

I sigh, “We’re in love Teddy is a nice person I can have a good time with.”

Entering the tower it transformed from a dark classroom with brass telescopes to a bar-ish room. There is a charmed canvas with dancelights and a band in the background, another is a midnight garden. A black fence with blood red rose in bloom. There are three witches calling out various outfits out of trunks, while another older wizard is being followed by cameras that seem to be alive with working legs. 

A wizard in bright yellow suit with a white feathered hat yells from the curtain. “Finally my show stopper is here.”

“Me?”

“Of course and this must be the best friend.” He comes over for a hug which I side stop strange wizards hugging me are a no no. “A cool cat, I dig it.”

Holly pokes her head out of the curtain, her hair rolled into metal collies. “Come on guys this is amazing.”

The wizard holds out his hand. “I’m Dalton Ross.”

“Lyra Rosewood.” Casper climbs up my arm scaring him.

He jumps back with a high pitched yelp that stops all movement, he recompses himself. “Is this your pet?”

“Yes.” I give him a pointed look. “Be nice, Buddy.”

“But that was funny.”

Tracey laughs guessing at his response, she pulls my arm leading me through the curtain to a full blown hair salon. Hair Brushes and make-up sticks are orbiting my friends as other witches look at me and Tracey. “You know I’ve seen places like this before never been in one.”

A young witch hands us both bathrobes to change into before we get out hair done. Sarah who has already made laughs from a magazine. “Shocking.”

Tracey see’s her letting out a small but audible gasp. “You look great.”

Really she does living in California. She stays tan pretty much all the time meaning in winter her skin has a warm hue. Her make-up artist left her skin alone, with not a trace of toner or powder. They did enhance her face with blush, making her emerald eyes sparkle as faint touches of glitter lead the eye to her hair. Normally she wears in one long braid today however its out front and center loose curls of honey blonde. Under Tracey’s compliment her face reddens more as she hides in the pages. “Thanks.”