I think I took like, way too much artistic liberty KDJEHRTEGKDRTH. BUT, I really did wanna draw Lily, and I hope ye like it. I’m loving her so much as a main character, and The Mad Witch has been such a great read!!!
Can’t wait for the next chapter! Things were getting DRAMATIC.
Also omg I wanna read that battle so bad
OH YO, before I leave. I gotta share. Whenever Lily and Mérula have like, a really SOFT moment during a chapter, I ALWAYS picture this HP soundtrack song in the background:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLPhgWs_zKE
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Writing has not been happening the past few weeks (the non-academic kind at least), so here’s an unedited snippet of Chapter 42 to tide you guys over. Enjoy the little sneak peek.
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On the afternoon of the 27th, Penny came with me to prep the thestrals. I hadn’t asked her to. She had volunteered, even after I had told her how long the flight would be. Each further attempt to deter her earned me a glare, but I still had to try one last time as we walked into the forest.
“We don’t both have to fly,” I said. “I can have Tenebrous follow me. We can meet you and Kingsley there.”
“It’ll be faster if I take him,” Penny said tersely.
“By a few minutes, maybe. It’s a two-hour flight, bareback. It’s not going to be fun.”
“I want to help. But since it’s obvious you don’t want me there—”
“I never said that.”
“Then stop arguing with me. I’m coming with you. That’s final.”
“I just don’t want you to put yourself under any unnecessary stress,” I said. She was afraid of heights for Merlin’s sake.
Penny tapped a finger to her chin. “Hmm, where have I heard that before?”
I rolled my eyes. “Point taken.”
We stopped a few meters into the trees, near where I had first taken the trio hunting for potion ingredients. A flat, grassy field stretched out at our backs. The perfect takeoff point.
Bringing my fingers to my lips, I gave a loud three-note whistle. The bushes rustled, and Nyx promptly trotted out of the shadows, her identifying scar visible on her flank. A younger male thestral trotted after her. Good, Hagrid had already sent them our way.
I levitated two dead birds out of my bag, which I flicked towards them. Each thestral caught the offering in its beak-like mouth with a disturbing crunch.
“Are you afraid I’ll freeze?” Penny asked. “When it matters, I mean.”
“I watched you stare down a werewolf last year,” I said. “You know it’s not that. I’m going to worry no matter what.”
“Tough luck, love.” But she said it with a smile.
I gave an exaggerated sigh. “I know.”
She lightly elbowed me. “Do we have everything we need?”
“I think so. Here, one second…”
I handed her half the gear in my bag: gloves, flight goggles, and a full face balaclava. No hoods. Certain things like “peripheral vision” and “not being mistaken for a Death Eater” seemed important.
I donned the same items myself, pulling the balaclava over my head until only my eyes and the bridge of my nose were exposed—then only the bridge of my nose after I added the goggles. We looked like we were on our way to rob a store, but anonymity was key. Plus, it was going to be frigid and dry in the air at that altitude, and I had no interest in going blind if my contacts dried out in the next two hours.
Penny held out her arms. “How do I look?”
Unrecognizable, if I hadn’t been close enough to see her eyes through her goggles. With her face covered and her hair completely tucked away, it would be impossible to tell who she was at a distance.
“Gray,” I said.
“How boring.”
“Like a shadow,” I amended.
“Better.”
We wore dark gray dueling robes, which were form-fitting enough that they wouldn’t get in the way, but just fluttery enough to make a more difficult target. The idea was that, in moments when there was at least a little light, the gray would blend in with the shadows better than pitch black. That was perhaps the paranoia talking by this point, especially when we had Disillusionment Charms at our disposal, but overkill was better than the alternative.
It would be fine. With luck, everything would go according to plan, and we wouldn’t even have to fight. The Death Eaters wouldn’t realize we had moved the date until it was too late, and by then, everyone would already be safe at the Burrow.
I tangled my hands in Nyx’s mane to hold them steady. I ignored the distant roaring in my ears. “Ready?”
Penny grabbed hold of Tenebrous. “Mind giving me a leg up?”
I gave her a boost. In the next minute, we were both on our thestrals, ready at the edge of the field.
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