Luna blinked, awakening. She rose slightly to her elbows, wondering what
awoke her, and noted that a half grown Siamese cat slipped out of
Ranko's bed. She blinked, and wondered. She knew that Ranko's pet was a

^_-

Ranko shivered slightly, then started to move, blending with the storm
overhead, losing herself into her kata, and moving seamlessly from the
ground to the air, showing her art as the violent dance it was, a dance
of war. A observer nodded, as a for a slipped second lighting flashed,

of war. 'An' observer nodded, 'and' for a 'split' second

Snape waited until Lockhart regained just enough ability to speak,
cutting off any attempt by him to speak. "If you care to dispute her wit
and wisdom, or mine, pray tell, Professor, have a will or a good
medwitch with you. You will need the latter for her, because she won't
kill you... as much as you might wish otherwise. I... will consider it
an affair of honor, of course."

Snape watched as Lockhart stormed off, smirking to himself. If the twit
attacked either him or Ranko, a new DADA professor would be needed 
shortly.

   The previous segment was my favorite part of the whole chapter. I do have
to wonder what the hell is going through Cho's mind, but I imagine, hope, 
we'll
see eventuall. Thank you for sharing.

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Druid
moriryu@earthlink.net 



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