MAGIC & TIME
Chapter 4
Halloween Dance
A few
days later was Halloween, a very major holiday in the magical world. At
breakfast that morning, Dumbledore announced that classes would finish early
that day and that there would be a dance held that evening in Mika’s honour.
Even the first years would be allowed to attend for a short time, chaperoned of
course. The entire school was abuzz with excitement as they prepared for the
dance , schoolwork all but forgotten. Even Professor Snape forgot to assign
homework for over the weekend, but he was sure to make up for it the following
Monday, so Ron pointed out.
When the evening came, everyone turned out to the grand dining room resplendent
in their dress robes and party frocks. The tables and chairs had been removed
except for a row along one wall where refreshments had been laid out. All the
teachers were there, even Dumbledore. There were even a few faces that the
students did not recognise. Ron said they were probably visiting wizards and
witches. Hermione and Harry nodded in agreement. They watched as Mika was
introduced to each of them, graciously smiling and shaking their hands.
The music started up and various people were starting to dance, mostly students
but some teachers as well. Of course Mika was in constant demand, which she did
not mind at all. Most of the men, beginning with Dumbledore himself, vied for a
turn around the dance floor with the lovely timelord. Even the more daring of
the students asked for a chance, and she did not refuse anyone. She was
beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed by all the attention so when she had a
chance, she made for the refreshment table and hid behind a cold drink.
“How do you enjoy being the belle of the ball?” Minerva McGonagal asked with
a smile, handing her a goblet.
“It’s fun but I’m exhausted already!” she laughed. “Why all the
visitors? Surely not just to meet me?”
“I’m afraid so. Seems that word about your wonderful lectures and, dare I
say, great beauty, have gotten around.”
Mika groaned. “I wish people wouldn’t make such a fuss. You’d think
they’d never seen a time traveller before,” she winked.
“Oh, no, don’t look now, but here comes trouble.” Minerva gestured towards
an elegantly dressed wizard with long white hair and a haughty manner. “Lucius
Malfoy. A nasty piece of work. It’s rumoured that he’s still in league with
You-Know-Who,” she hissed.
“Ahh, you must be the wonderful new teacher I’ve heard so much about,” the
newcomer said to Mika as he approached the two women. “I’ve heard so much
about you,” he took her hand and kissed it graciously, his voice oozing with a
sort of sickly charm.
“And I you, Mr. Malfoy,” Mika smiled back, trying to match his charm with
her own.
His eyebrows raised. He had not expected her to know of him already. Then he
noticed Mrs. McGonagal standing beside her as if she hadn’t been there a
moment ago. “Ah, Minerva, how nice to see you again,” he oozed.
“Lucius,” she returned humourlessly.
Malfoy turned back to Mika. “My son says that you are one of his favourite
teachers. I can see why. You are just as beautiful as he said you were. Pray
tell what exactly do you ‘teach’ these children?”
“I am only here as a guest. I just tell them about my travels and try to
explain how complicated and dangerous time travel can be. They seem to enjoy our
little discussions.”
“Well, I’ve heard no complaints… so far,” he smiled. Just then another
wizard approached him and whispered something in his ear. “If you ladies will
excuse me, I am required elsewhere. Goodnight, Minerva… Mika.” He kissed
Mika’s hand again and retired.
“Why do I feel like I need a shower?” Mika shook her hands out as if there
was something on them.
Minerva chuckled. “That’s Lucius all over.”
Just then Mika felt a tug on the skirt of her dress. She looked down to see
Professor Filius Flitwick asking for a dance. He was probably one of the few
here who was shorter than she was.
“Ah, duty calls.” With a wink at Mrs. McGonagal, she smiled and returned to
the dance floor with the very lively part goblin charms teacher. After a brief
whirl she spotted Neville standing near the patio door pretending to examine a
potted plant.
“Come
on, Mr. Longbottom, you owe me a dance!” Mika grabbed his hand and dragged a
very surprised Neville out onto the dance floor. He turned beet red as the other
boys made faces at him like he was the teacher’s pet or something. As the song
ended Mika thanked an out of breath but very happy Neville and made her way to
the edge of the crowd.
Suddenly, someone stumbled and fell into her. She caught Ron and was knocked
backwards, where she bumped into someone and stepped on their toes.
“I am so sorry…” she turned to apologise to whoever it was. Suddenly she
found herself staring up at Professor Remus Lupin, the new Defense Against the
Dark Arts teacher. She had not really met him yet, nor even spoken to him.
“I…it’s quite all right…” he stammered, clearly at a loss for words.
Mika could sense his nervousness and smiled her sweetest smile to try to
reassure him. It seemed only to make things worse.
“I am Mika,” she said, offering her hand. “And you are…?” She knew
very well who he was, but it gave him something to say, if he could.
“Oh, right, I’m Remus Lupin,” he took her hand and held it, his eyes
transfixed to hers. A nice, slow tune began to play.
“Well, shall we?” His olive coloured eyes grew wide as he realised what she
meant.
“Oh, um, well I don’t…”
He tried to protest but Mika ignored him, still clutching his hand she dragged
him out to the dance floor which had lost a few dancers who had decided to sit
this one out. “Why you dance wonderfully, Professor,” she smiled, still
trying to put him at his ease.
“Thank you, Mika. But please, call me Remus,” he smiled nervously back.
Somehow even when he smiled he still looked sad. As they danced, Mika could feel
his heart pounding fiercely. Whether that was from the dancing or his
nervousness she couldn’t tell. But something about this man intrigued her. She
wondered why she hadn’t noticed him before.
When the music stopped, Mika made a show of being hot and tired. “Er, would
you like to step out for some fresh air?” he asked, motioning hopefully
towards the open French doors at the end of the hall.
“That would be nice,” she smiled.
There were very few people out on the veranda where the night air was cold and
sharp. Their words formed clouds of steam as they spoke. Noticing this Lupin
asked Mika if she were cold.
“No, I’m ok,” she answered as they moved to a more private corner near the
railing where they could speak with more privacy. “My planet is very cold and
icy. This would be a warm day.”
Lupin stared at Mika as if seeing her for the very first time. “You really are
from another planet, aren’t you? I find that so amazing and difficult to
believe,” he said finally. “You seem so… normal.”
The timelord laughed. “I know. That’s a common reaction really, especially
here on earth. But I assure you I am. Once you get to know me better, you’ll
see just how different I actually am.”
Even in the pale starlight Mika could tell he was blushing. “I would like that
very much indeed,” he said softly smiling his sad, boyish smile.
He could fell his cheeks burning so he turned and placed his hands on the
railing, looking up at the stars. Mika moved to stand beside him.
“So which one is yours?” he asked finally.
Mika searched the night sky for the constellation of Orion. She found the faint
cloud of gas near the ‘belt’. “There. In the Orion Nebula,” she pointed.
“You can’t see the planet, of course, nor the star we orbit for it’s very
faint. It’s nearly… dead…” Her voice trailed off as they drew closer to
each other so that he could follow her indication. She could feel his breath
against her cheek and something began to stir in her that she hadn’t known for
an extremely long time.
“But if your star dies, won’t it destroy your planet?” he asked, leaning
back from her to look at her.
“Well, yes, if it were to explode, but not all stars explode. Some implode,
and some just fizzle out like a roman candle. Poof! Then nothing, leaving all
the planets in icy cold space. But it’s such a gradual process that hopefully
any civilised people living on these planets would be able to generate their own
source of heat and light. Fusion reactors orbiting the planet for instance. They
have those on Pluto… or rather they will in a few hundred years,” she
smiled.
Lupin just shook his head. “Amazing. I’ts just mind boggling that someone
can travel all over the universe in time and space. You must know millions of
people.”
It was Mika’s turn to smile sadly. “I have met many, known very few. It’s
a very solitary life I lead. Oh, I’ve had companions but most people don’t
want to leave their world and their family and friends.”
A silence fell over them both. A waning crescent moon began to appear on the
horizon. Mika smiled and closed her eyes. “I just love the moonlight. It makes
everything so different.”
Lupin turned his back to the moon, leaning his tall frame against the railing.
Mika noticing, turned to face him.
“Are you allright?” she asked softly, her voice low and hypnotising.
“Yes. I’ts just…” his voice trailed off as he averted his eyes from her.
Obviously there was something about the moon that seemed to upset him.
Mika studied his face for a moment. It was youthful yet old; careworn yet
boyish; and definitely sad. There were scars running deep along the right side
of his face. Even his voice was sad, but his eyes were bright and sparkling. Or
were those tears she saw?
“Why are you so sad?” she asked outright. When he didn’t answer
immediately she continued, searching his face.. “You have a deep dark secret.
Something to do with the moon?”
At this Lupin looked up at her. “How do you know?” he began, then realised
it was probably obvious. “You’re not magical and you probably wouldn’t
understand,” he said, his voice tinged with resentment.
Mika leaned forward and placed her hand upon his, resting on the railing. He
nearly jumped at her touch. “Try me,” she whispered.
Just then a group of students burst through the doors embroiled in some sort of
argument. It was Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny Weasley.
“Going out?” Ron was squeaking, obviously very upset. “How long has this
been going on? And why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because she knew you’d react exactly like this,” Hermione chided.
“I’m not a child, Ron. Besides, Mum says it’s ok, I don’t see why I
would have to get your permission too,” Ginny held her ground.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Clutching Lupin’s hand Mika quickly
guided him down the steps onto the path leading to the bridge and a little more
privacy. As they moved through the shadows, she exchanged a fleeting glance with
Hermione who smiled knowingly.
“Hey, where’s Mika? She’s good with advice,” said Ron looking back in
towards the dining hall. “She’ll tell you that you’re way too young to be
dating yet.”
Hermione put her finger to her lips and motioned to Ginny and Harry to where
Mika and Lupin were making their escape. They all grinned.