Fangs & Venom

IV. 9

"Draco, I need to talk to you, please", said Morrigan that morning. 

He nodded and went outside to the courtyard. He sat on a bench waiting for her. It was a cold day and very early in the morning, so no people disturbed them. 

"I need to ask you a favor. You neet to take over the thirteen for right now. I'll be present at all meetings, but I have a mission of my own. I need to find out why Potter and I were chosen for this bloody tournament, I need to strengthen my ties with Barty, and I need to study for the first task. I need to be ready for everything", she said. 

Draco started to protest. 

"Listen, Draco, I wouldn't have anyone other than you. Here, take my notepad. It has all my ideas and theories. You can develop then from there as you see fit. Remember it'll be the two of us leading one day. Show them how well you play this game too. I need to go I have wand weighing and an interview with Skeeter", she says encasing his face in her hand. 

"I love you, Mor. Promise me you will be careful. Diggory will be there if anything goes wrong. I don't trust Potter or Krum. Please just watch your silver tongue around Moody and Karkaroff. Be smart. I'll gather them at the common room right now. Now, go and make us proud, my light", he said, kissing her palm. 

My light. 

Because she was going to walk him back to the light. Just like he would with her. It was so beautiful how they complimented each other. How they could have a mental conversation without having to mutter a single word. Whatever it was, it was unique. He had been made to fit her, just like she had for him. 

Soon, she went to champion's chamber, where the wand weighing and interview was to take place. Ollivander stood in the room, already inspecting Harry's wand. She was late, but wasn't bothered. She was in time for her wand, and nothing else mattered. 

"Ms. Morrigan, it's good you are here, don't make tardiness a usual occurrence. Now, as Garrick finishes with Mr. Potter, you are soon to be weighted", said Dumbledore. 

Barty was there at her side. He put his hand on her shoulder. He looked at Dumbledore and said, "Ms. Morrigan is just in time for her turn. She was just really punctual. Not late". 

Ollivander motioned for her wand. She unseathed it from ther pocket and placed it in his hands. Never had anyone touched her wand besides him. She'd never let anyone touch it. 

"Indeed, I know this wand. It was Salazar's Slytherin's wand, passed down to the Gaunt family. It's allegiance rests upon you, as you are his true heir. Pristine condition. Not a scratch and perfectly weighted. You take really good care of it, I salute you for your care of wandlore, it's not often a wizard has their wand this cared", he says and nods. 

"Well, Salazar forbid anything happening to it. All is well, I suppose?", she finishes. 

"Oh, of course, I just took mere seconds to marvel. Such a beautiful and potent wand"

Cedric smiles to her. He nods to Ollivander who was still oggling on her wand. She took it from his hands and placed it back in the pocket of her cloak. 

She sees Rita Skeeter trekking down the stairs. Oh, dear. Her outfit to say the least, wasn't settle at all. It was an attack on the eyes. She choked in a laugh and Cedric nudged her. He playfully glared at the girl who shrugged and sported an amused expression. 

"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? What new powers there to a last name? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm? Shall we start with the youngest. Lovely. Ms. Morrigan, I will have the delight to interview you again", Skeeter chirped.