The quiet night breezes blew throughout the open halls and windows of Hogwarts. All was quiet, amazingly enough, except for the two hushed voices of prefects who stood in the main entrance hall. The front doors opened slowly and a familiar face, many months removed, came sauntering in her usual way past them. The tall, red-headed Seventh Year walked with her usual stride, full of self-importance and arrogance, through the entrance hall—ignoring the prefects as she headed towards the basement and her old room.

The Slytherin prefect spoke up first, calling out to Angelique and asking if she knew she was out after curfew.

"What kind of idiotic question is that?", she thought to herself.
"It seems not much has changed, they continued to appoint prefects who have only an eye for the obvious."

Angelique barely looked over her shoulder to acknowledge the two. Then Callie spoke up in French. "Ah yes, Callie. At least there is one non-barbarian left amongst them."

Here I am having to explain why it is I have returned and how it is that I have no control over time. This would be a wonderful power to have, but the carriage drops me off when the carriage drops me off. My first moments back and I am already having to deal with idiocy. It is a good thing I am tired from my trip and don't feel like messing back.

However I made a promise long ago to Jack that I would come back and finish out one more season with him. I have learned much being with the Harpies and am all ready to go back. Thankfully, the season is over and I have time to devote to Jack's team.

My classes are more of a formality, seeing that they are basically done. After all, my parents being able to afford the best tutors, it is a wonder I needed to come here in the first place.

There was no real rest for me my first night back. I was actually anxious to see what had become of my past, so the morning started early and the quidditch pitch was empty. It was nice to feel the wind through my hair on the first field on which I leaned to play so many years ago. Of course, the most important thing to go check was my home.

It is rumored, I hear, that my sisters have fallen apart since I left. I don't blame them. Such is the nature of most things. Faith sometimes is hard to hold on to. As I quickly found out just from overhearing the whispers of the hall, it seems there has been a lot lost in my absence. Old friends are gone, loves lost, and my dear sisters are in disarray.

Laughing to herself, Angelique thought about another old friend. "My dearest Trin, if only you were here and not out saving the world. I learned much about dealing with loss from you." Angelique looked down at her ring with Trin's name inscribed on it.

What is gone is gone. I cannot change that. But what is here—oh, yes, what is still here can be. It is time to pray and then, of course, to find a Gryffindor to crush up against the pitch wall in a little "friendly" practice game.

(any one involved in rp with Angel may add freely to my posts)

The candles adorning Angel's room came to life promptly at 4:30 lighting her room brightly and awakening her from her slumber. Her bright emerald green eyes fluttered upen and a smile crept across her face as she starred up at the cieling. Taking a deep breath in, she rolled out of bed slipping on mer spandex shorts and sports bar and quietly snuck out bare foot toward the dueling chamber for her morning routine before going to practice at the quiditch pitch.

Not wanting another confrontation with the prefects she grasped her cruxifix around her neck and said a little prayer and disappeared into the shadows. Grinning to herself she thought about this handy little trick she learned so many years ago that helped her sneak past the prefects, because there are some things that just pure faith in yourself can over come magic. So quietly she padded bare foot into the dueling hall.

She crossed the dim light hall to the far end were she kneeled down on the hard floor, bowed her head and put her hands together in prayer.

Lord, it is I Angelique. I wanted to yhank you Lord, not for the day and the life you have given me as usual, but I wanted to thank you for the grand gift you gave to me yesterday. I want to thank you Lord for unanswered prayers. I found solice yesterday in those that I would never of thought, wisdom in hearts removed and love in lost places. Some times your greatest gifts are those unanswered prayers.

Her eyes roll up looking up at the cieling.

Lord I do have a prayer though, I hope you can hear. There are places magic can not go, but you can. I pray Lord that through you that my beloved Trin may hear. Tell her Lord that I love her with all my heart and she will always be in my life. She will have no subsitute and my light will always be on for her. I mean not to transgress my loyalty, love or faith in her Lord, but I must move past her leaving. Tell her Lord I forgive her and love her. I am not sad any more in fact I found the person that makes me happy.

A large smile crosses Angel's face lost for a moment in a memory.

Thank you Lord and Lord... please bless my love.

Finishing her prayer she giddily stands up up drawing her wand and with a flick of the wrist and a silent spell a stone staute of a woman appears in the center of the hall.

Time to get this going I guess, the snitch is waiting for me.

Smiling putting the wand away Angel dnaces and slides to the middle of the room were the statute of the woman animates and creeks to life, arm cocked back and hands balled up in fists charges Angel.

Angel quickly dancing around each blow a smile on her face. A flurry of punches lands around the torso of the statue. Like the wind turned into a tornado Angel's circles violently in a dance with the statue landing blow after blow until one of the sotne fists finds it marks catching her across the side of the face causing her to stumble many feet away.

A wide evil grin crosses her face, spittle of blood frothing from her lips, she lets out an eerie giggle. Her eyes gleem with joy and a prayer utters quickly from her lips.

Saint Micheal the Arch Angel defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, I humbley pray: and do thou O Prince of Heavenly Hosts, by the -Divine- Power of God, cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls....

Amen

Laughs standing straight up draws on her divine strength, her body glows with a faint divine light momentarily as she croaches waiting for the statues approach. The statue approached quickled quickly and reared its fist back for a killing blow, when she unleashed a hail of shin kicks around it's knees and hips driving it releantlessly to the ground. With it battered in a kneeling position, Angle grabbed it's head with both hands and brought up her knee catching it square on the face with a crushing blow on her quads sending it back to the nether in a whisp of magical smoke, ending the game.

Lets out a giggling laugh holding up her hand examining it.

Hmmmm my nails need filled after quiditch practice I need to go to paris.

Grabbing her bag with her quiditch stuff she heads out for morning practice.

Once again the candles to came to light at 4:30 sharp awakening Angel from her slumber. She stared for a long moment at the cieling at the magical stars and moon there twinkled down on her. Memories flooded her mind, making it hard to focus.

Her sight disappearing into her mind as the memory of Amber sitting in the garden filling pots with dirt and being frustrated because she kept over filling. Evie simply taking the pot from her and giving her an empty one, fixing the one Amber screwd up and continueing to hold the conversation with out missing a beat. Amber had just returned from her inquisition and was rightfully flustered, there Evie was, like a mother and the kindest of the sisters just helping Amber along like it was her nature. Mara sat helping filling the pots, more maticulus than Amber less so than Evie of course lending Amber her support, trying to convince her that we are all sisters and well were in this together no matter what. Amber was to distracted from thoughts of her inquisition I think to mind Mara's words. Then there was me. I just had me nail manicured and redone and so I like being the selfish person at the time I was just stood there and supervised. I wasn't about to get my self dirty filling stupid pots with dirt.

That was the last time the three of us were togther. I miss my sisters, i miss being able to make more memories with them. I blame the mirrors and these false gods of ancient power. I made so many sacrifices for them and am I now left with less. The promise of power has left me with out my sisters.

The memories fade in to her morning prayer as now the little stars and moon on the cieling slowly disappearing into darkness as Angel's eye lids close.

Lord... It is me again.. you know Angelique... I am still here Lord. I hope you still listen to me. I know I haven't always been the best of all people, but I want you to know I am trying. Sincerly this time. yesterday I think was another one of those mysterious blessings you seem to sneak up on me Lord, so i guess you are still watching out for me. Lord I want to say a special prayer for Liss. She is having troubles and her heart is heavy. Please Lord if you would, I would give up my blessings to her if you could send her a light like you have sent me so she can find her way. I believe that I have been given to many blessings, inspire of all I have done and would like to give them to her.

Thank you Lord.. oh and Thank you again very much for my unanswered prayer. I do not know if I will actually obtain the love to fill my hole from Trin (lifts her right hand and looks at her ring which she has switch over from her left hand), but I am not sad anymore.

Angel slides out of bed and instead of getting ready for her morning work out she goes to her desk and taps the Pheonix Feather Quill lieing there sprining it to life hovering over a blank piece of parchment and she begind to pace the room reciting a letter.
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Dear Joki,

Interesting enough I should share with you that the last few days for me have been terribly enlightening. I think I may have to start charging 5 knuts to every one that wants to tell me their problems. I for surely could drop out of school and become rich. Out of every one that truely should have me on their hate list and hold a grduge against me it is you. I have never said this to you before and it is long over due....

I would actually like to start this letter out with an apology. The first day I met you and Elga started off badly and it was my fault admittingly and got worse after that. I took my hatred out on you and in that respect and knowing you better years latter was extremely stupid of me. I would ask that you preserve my ego and just silently agree with me. Ironically over the years I have come to find out that you have been the most loyal of friends a person could ever have. I will also admit I have learned much from you. If you weren't so damn creepy and anti-social you would be the prom queen. *laughs knowing the reaction Joki will have to that*
So I am hearfully sorry for my transgression of the past and thankful and blessed for your friendship.

Now with the mushy stuff out of the way in our typical fashion we can get down to buisness. As explain in our last talk, I have discovered more about my role as a Wyyrrd. I dug up and old tome written in Portugese. I had Pedro translate it over ice cream. He was delighted to finally get me alone out on a date, but that is for another discussion over a view drinks. So it seems I have a lead to into our project. With this letter I am sending you a translated copy of this text. It is an account of when St Anthony of Padua was called back from Italy to Portugal to attend his fathers hearing in which he was being accused of murder. After going over many other text and accounts of St Anthony of Padua it seems he was the last recorded pinnicale of a wyyrdd by muggles. He actually accomplished what we seek to learn to do. There for I am going to Portugal for a few days to unlock this secret. His robes and other belongings that he had when he attended this trip are actually still preserved there and might provide me with a small artifact of power to jump start my role in all of this. I am sure it shouldnt be to hard to sneak in and obtain a small piece of his robe. I leave this Saturday and will be gone for one weeks time. I figure I know where I am going and have this all planned out and will return with my piece of our puzzle.
Enjoy Austria my friend. I will see you on your return.

Love Angelique
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Angel takes the letter rolling it up and pouring wac on it then pressing her family's signet crest into the wax.

Lets see this is to special to send by owl.

Angel's waves her wand muttering an incatation in Latin opens a small gate to another realm and out comes a glowing ball of light radiating a sense of calm peace.

Take this letter to Joki Wilde please and once she has recieved it you may return to your home.

The entitity absorbs the letter and fades away.

Almost 5 am they will be expecting me on the quid field, I should get dressed and go I guess.

Angel grabs her broom and bag with her quid things in it and a change of clothes for shcool and heads out for the day.

(OOCLY for those that care and read this. I will be leaving for real Satruday and I promise to come back in one weeks time and we can continue doing what ever it is we were doing before I left )

With a violent gag and involuntery forceful choak, Angel's body tried to expel the staunch smoke from her lungs, Her soul turning ice cold as fear gripped at her very essence.

"Please my Lord make this go fast." She prayed to her self.

No words could escape her lips, only tears from her eyes mixing with the soot now caking her flesh. She could feel the heat below her creeping closer, growing stronger.....slowly at first burning away at her feet and her legs. The pain intense as she can feel her body being taken away from her piece by piece by the growing flames. The pain so intense that only the sense of feel was with her. So painful she could not scream or even cry any more.

Barely able to see through her crippled sense, she looked down and saw the eminent flash of the fire that would consume her and send her beyond this world.

"Lord if I may ask one last thing before I leave this Earth, allow me to come back again to avenge my soul."

Eyes blinking open with starteling revalations, her body quivered. The world around her as she saw seeming unreal for a moment.

"Are you alright miss?"

Angel turned her head slowly to find a gentle hand of a priest on her shoulder and a smiling but concerned look on the older mans face.

"Oh... I am fine father. Just didn't get much sleep last night." spoke with a low almost fightened tone as she shook off the memory.

"Blessings to you child" the priest said as he turned to leave.

"Blessings father."

"Rouen France 1431, the place were I was burned at the stake the last I walked this planet."

*Angel starting laughing to herself as a new more recent memory popped into her head*

Days before her trip here to Portugal her and Liss sat sharing a drink in the Hog' Head tavern. Liss said to Angel that the Slyhterin were known for their grudges. Well the sorting hat was right then by placing Angel in Slytherin House. Some almost 700 years latter she still holds a grudge against the English. The fires that consumed her that late May day so long ago fusing a curse into her very soul.

Reflecting back to her firsts couple of years at Hogwarts a moment, it is not surprising with ahte kept so long that she would have conflict at the school. How long can some one hate?

"It is time to stop hating." Angel thought to herself. "It is killing me and those around me. I can not bear to loose any more of the people I love because of me."

Her hands cradle her Prada purse close to her silk green and white travel dress as she slowly turns to leave the church grounds. Heading toward the train station memories of all the people that have touched her life at Hogwarts fill her mind and fuel the reason for this trip in the first place.

At first this project was an acculmination of gaining insight into magical power unimaginable, known only to the greatest of practitioners. Now Angel could feel in her heart that need was no longer for her but what she has learned needs to be practiced for others. Perhaps the icy grip of 700 years of fear and hate were loosening on her soul.

The train pulled from the station heading to Portugal screaching toward what may be a new direction for all of eternity for Angel. Staring down at her hands she looked at a figure looking back at her. A picture she stole away unbeknownced of the person that had most recently affected her life.

A smile came to her face as she ran a delicate finger over the cheek of the person in the picture, but the smile quickly faded as the words;

"Kill Amber Ramsey" popped into her head.

"I must get to Portugal"

Angel lifted the picture to her lips kissing it and then pressing it to her heart looked out the window watching her beloved France pass her by one scene at time propelling her to a destiny that might change the person she is.

The next mornings light shown through the window of the sleep car of Angel's tain awakening her. How she really hated traveling on muggle transportation, but now wasn't the time to take chances flitting about and and being over zealous. She hopped down from her bunk and rang the service bell to order up some tea and some cheese and crossiants.

She sat and stared out the window, now some where in Spain heading toward her prized destination.

Carefully she opened up the letter she recieved Joki and read it as quickly as it was penned ot her and smiles.

"Oh Joki you certainly get straight to the point, but I wonder my dearest friend.... probablly my only real friend....*, thought a moment pausing to relfect deeply on that thought.

Here I am staring out the window of a train heading toward possiblly the greatest achievment I will ever make and then?......

Angel takes the picture she stole and stares it a moment pondering on the thought of Joki and back tracing through the memories of her life to the day she started at Hogwarts.

What friends have I...really? What friend was I...really? What Love hath I.... really? What Love Hath I given... really?

*Flips the picture inbetween her fingers pondering these questions*

I do this for my sister...one more sacrifice.. then what becomes of me? Where do I go? *flings the picture from two fingers landing it in her purse*

Joki will go her own way after this... again I feel I was used. Used by them all perhaps...do I love them still?

Thinks hard trying to find the person in her life that has walked in honor, courage and comitment... who do I give my love too? Do I only do this act for myself? To give up another life as I have done in the past, this time my own.... after I am done my sister finding salvation like Evie and Mara.. will she be like Evie and Mara and abandon me, take my sacrifice my love and disavow me?

*slumps back watching the spanish country side pass with a heavy heart growing sadder each click of the wheels against the track*

What will I have left once I give every thing?

Angelique blinked and then squinted to the bright sun shinning over Lisbon as she stepped off the train. She slipped on her sun glasses groaning and stretching from the long trip. Quickly she grabbed her bag and hailed a cab.

"Real Palacio please" asked as she slid into the taxi, looking over her rim in a slight condicending manner seeing the perhaps Morraccocan taxi driver.

The taxi spead away towards the Real Palacio dropping Angel out front. She tossed the fair plus a tip onto the front seat and walked off. Checking in she was greated with a letter wrapped in a tie.

"This is very odd who would be expecting me here. Only a couple of people actually knew where I was going."

Twisting the bundle carefully in her hand studying it until she entered her luxurious room where she carefully undid the tie and pulled out the picture. She smiled widely being brought back in her memories once seeing it. She laughed inside and quickly opened the letter and reading both it and the note. Carefully she studied every word and let each roll around in her brain savoring every syllabul like a fine wine across her tongue before pulling out her quill and parchment. Lying the parchment out the pen magical started to write as she dictated.
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My Dearest Sister and Beloved Friend Amber,

I will tell you that there are many forms of faith. I admit that the faith I had in the false gods of the void is gone. I can not subscribe to something that asks of me to give unconditionally and does not return such faith or love and only demands that i sacrifice the lives of myself and my family. However I have never lost faith in you. In fact you strengthen my faith in what is true and strong. I do not regret opening the gate to the void nor do I regret that I became the guide through the void for I believe now it taught me more about myself and how to be more of a sister to you than I have been. The only regret I have over any of this ordeal is that I had to leave you when you needed me the most. Again I am most sorry for this. My promise to you is that I will never leave you again and will go to the ends of the earth with you if I need to.

Things with this whole thing has changed and I do not totally know what I can do to help fix what we started, but know I have hope and faith in us and we will be together.

You are very precious to me Amber, you mean more to me than even my real sister, whom I would gladly replace with you in a heart beat. I am almost done here in Portugal. Even though i just arrived, I have done my research well enough where I should be done with this in a couple of days and be back. I believe there is a floo here in Lisbon and can get a quick ride back instead of using the stupid muggle train.

Be well my sister and pray for me as I pray for you. Blessings to you Amber. I will return soon.

Love,
Angelique
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Angel smiles and digs into her magic purse and pulls out a picture of her and Amber in China together. The one wear they dressed up in their fighting garbs and Angel taught Amber how to disable a person with just a finger. Right before being chased by a dragon. Angel laughed at this and wrapped the picture in the letter before sealing it with her signant ring.

Angel kneeled and prayed opening a small gate again calling forth a little ball of light and instructing it to carry the letter to Amber.

"Now to get to the Basilica and the Court House, but that is for tomorrow. Now I need to get ready."

Angel changed into her temple priestess robe and went to the night stand placing a silk carpet over it and pulling out several little artifacts creating a small shrine. Placing a candle at each of the cardinal points, she lit them and began to pray the long prayers she had learned to opened the orginal gate and began her journy to learning to become the wyyrrd.

The latin flowed form her lips like poetry and the night would grow old and before the end of her prayers her memories would go fomr her mission here to her friends. The ones that got her back on track and perhaps saved her from getting lost in the void.

"Bless them Lord and watch over them. Amen"

Clutching her crusader cross around her neck she rose and blew out the candles. Tomorrow will be a long day.

There it is. The court house where St. Anthony of Pauda actually preformed what they called a miracle at the tome by raising his father from the dead.

I have been told many times by closed minded wizards and wiches that such feats are impposible. The same is said by muggles about magic. What I have discoved through my studies here at Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, my time as the High Priestess of the void, my travels and from the wisdom of those around me is that these so called miracles described by every culture on Earth and every religious person are not actually in the sense they believe are miracles at all. It seems there are greater masteries of magic beyond what we are taught in school and practiced in our normal society. It seems to me that we like the muggles have set up our own paradigms.

I walked through the void and became the guide, the master journier of another place set apart from our world. I walked with lost souls and conversed with the those ancient elder evils of dark magics. It was a wonder I did not go even more insane that every one though I was. It was hard to walk the void and not be touched by evil. The temptation of power is great. This is what worries me about my sister Amber. All my sisters subcame to its lure, Mara almost dieing and being lost. I about destroyed all I have ever worked for and the goodness of those works of the people around me. But now this is different, I have forsaken the elders of the void and choose to free my self and walk another path.

I have come this far, thanks to Joki actually, how oldly that still seems to me, to finish my training to becoming the wyrrdd. I know how to open the gate to the void, now it is time for me to learn to walk a better path, to open a new gate. Maybe even to my own and my sisters salvation.

St Anthony opened a gate here and performed is magnificant mastery of magic 100's of years earlier. I believe I have the insight now to do the same. I don't just want to heal the sick, I want to master my art to the point of actually bringing back the dead. Funny how even my sisters never knew that was always a goal of mine. Working so hard with Joki for so long, many years have past since our 1st year together and how as little kids we stumbled through this experimant in magic as any little kid would. We were so clueless. Now though 7 years latter; Here I am. This will happen now....but... yes there will be a price. There is always a price I have learned that one must pay to access magic of this magnitude.

I gave up my first love destroying his essance to bring back Mara, sacrificed my loyal familiar being to save Evie, lost seemingly all to save myself. To save my last sister.... what will this take from me? To walk in peace and love, like Amber began to teach me so long ago. To walk in the after life of those who would be saved, those better than me. What will it take from me?

Angel looked up to the wooden doors of the court house, now a museum. Staring into space here life and memories of her time at Hogwarts running through her head.

It is time now. For my sister I give her myself and for my friends my thanks. If I must sacrifice myself this time for them then it is what I must do. I owe them that much. God be with me.

Angel tucked her purse under her arm and brushed her bangs back over her ears and made her way into the old court house.

// *reading wide-eyed* I probably shouldn't, as this will give me a huge load of OOC knowledge, but I have no choice in the matter. Have to read it.

Also, you write very well.//

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Mary Maywell, Ravenclaw, Resident Ray of Sunshine
Also, some other dudes I barely play.