The Changeling

Nox·ious- harmful, poisonous, or very unpleasant

A/N: !!Warnings!! {{violent actions, derogatory talk, and a brief mention of pedophilia...}}
Be careful please lovelies and swim at your own risk <3
Now onto a poem! (it's a tanka poem this time :))
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Girl wanders with man,
Foolish in the game he plays.
Don't you understand?
Don't you see her pointed teeth?
You will not survive her love. 

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China- Location Unknown

Putting the quill down, Spring smirked. "Done!"

The crowd that had formed around her and the Gringotts-hired translator devolved into whooping and cheering.

But even as the group of curse breakers, excavators, archaeologists, historians, and other witches and wizards that were the best in their various specialized fields lost their collective minds- she turned to the man in front of her (who was frowning deeply) and held out her hand. "I appreciate the challenge. It was fun."

"You thank me... Why? I only accepted because I thought I would surely win." The local man that was working with them to translate the ancient texts in the temple they were excavating looked surprised.

Smiling, she nodded in acknowledgment. "And that was why I did not place a price on winning. No, this was to emphasize to my guardian that I am more than capable of leaving the camp alone." The whole crowd followed her gaze to where Bill had his arms crossed, scowling slightly even though his eyes were fond. She pulled her best puppy dog eyes. "So? May I?"

With a long-suffering sigh, the redhead rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "I would like you to find someone from the... nearby area that we know to go with you." They both knew he was talking about the clan of Vampires not so far away that he had talked to when negotiating setting up camp, as they had been overly respectful of her presence, and they would never think of hurting her.

"I know the way." The translator seemed to brighten. "I will go."

Looking at both her and then the man, Bill nodded slightly, but he didn't look too happy. "Very well."

Spring knew that he would be talking to the Vampires about sending one of them to watch over her anyway and rolled her eyes slightly. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow I will go into town, but for now, I'm tired and will retire to the tent." Standing, she moved to hug her favorite wizard. "Goodnight Billus."

He picked her up, spinning around in a way that made her laugh brightly, before setting her down with a big smile and a head pat. "Goodnight Spring. I'll be in as soon as I tell off these fools for thinking that they have a better school than Hogwarts."

She snorted softly, walking off.

There were so many colors.

Of course, the small markets didn't have half the items that the markets of the Faerie Lands had, but still, it was more color than the worn temples and sand she'd seen for the last few months since coming here.

Bill had been ecstatic- so she was happy for him in turn- but they both knew that keeping in one small camp with nothing to do but translating old tomes (that she'd most likely read before) and beating everyone she could at chess got boring after so long.

Thus the bet that she had won marvelously if she said so herself.

"-and this way is the best teas and spices in the whole region!"

Ah. Yes. This human.

He was unexpected, holding a strange muddy aura around him she didn't recognize like a cape of sickness. One of the nicer historians (a veela woman that was wonderful at braiding hair named Maria) had pulled her aside and offered to go with her to the market, but Spring had refused, wanting to spend time with the man and try to figure out why his aura was so disgustingly brown.