A young Silverwing is turned into a human to hide from Death Eaters. But by being forced to live as something else, she forgets parts of who she was before...
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Jessamine Lince is a Silverwing, a wing...
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The rest of the day Mioha spent with, believe it or not, searching for Esma.
She checked the owlery, but the blackbird wasn't there. Hedwig told her that Esma had been disappearing into the forest for hours every day, often not returning until nightfall.
Mioha wanted to check the roofs of the castle, but didn't have enough time during the day. And when she asked Hogwarts itself, it, surprisingly, refused to help her.
Mioha felt that it was amused by her because she was missing the obvious, but what was it?
After a lot of thought, Mioha had resorted to using the beast whistle she had gotten from Mr. Filch in her third year. She went onto the Astronomy tower to use it, and made herself comfortable on the floor, leaning her back against the wall.
When she blew into it, focusing intently on the small blackbird, a high, melodious tune came out.
Mioha blew for as long as she had breath in her lungs, the wind carrying the tune across the grounds and away.
Then she waited.
She didn't know whether it had even worked. And if it had, was Esma ignoring it?
Crookshanks seemed to know what was going on, since he had said: Your friend has found herself new company, I believe.
He must have meant Esma.
But now that she needed an answer from him, he wouldn't give her one. Once she found the feline it just stuck its tail into the air and strutted past her.
The Slytherin sighed. Bugger.
As the day wore on it started to rain, and pretty soon the dark, murky sky clouds darkened to a black velvet veil blocking out the starlight.
When Mioha entered the candlelit Great Hall in the evening, it was almost full. The Goblet of Fire had been moved; it was now standing in front of Dumbledore's empty chair at the teachers' table.
She waved at Fred and George - clean-shaven again - and took her seat at the Slytherin table.
She started to shiver in excitement as the last students poured into the hall.
Who would the Hogwarts champion be?
She hoped that Angelina would make it, or a Slytherin.
Viktor Krum had seated himself closer to the other end of the table this time, and Mioha wondered for a moment if she was supposed to take offense in that.
Then she shrugged that feeling off. He didn't know her, of course he would try to meet different people.
The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Perhaps because it was their second feast in two days, Mioha didn't seem to fancy the extravagantly prepared food as much as she would have normally. Like everyone else in the Hall, judging by the constantly craning necks, the impatient expressions on every face, the fidgeting, and the standing up to see whether Professor Dumbledore had finished eating yet, Mioha simply wanted the plates to clear, and to hear who had been selected as champions.
