Tika was practicing invisibility. She was pretty good too. She had managed to look like a thick layer of wind, only visible by keen eyes. But she had the impresion her red eyes hadn't changed at all. So, passerbys would see a thick thing of wind, with dark red eyes, holding a firewhiskey, in the back of the Three Broomsticks.
Ginny walked by, carrying a bag. She didn't even glance at the spot where Tika was.
"Try closing your eyes." She said walking past and up to the counter.
Tika, who had been off in her own thoughts, was reeled out of invisibility "Please sit and explain how you know everything." She said, have play sarcasm, have interest.
Ginny set the bag down and nodded to the bartender, who took the bag and placed it beneath the bar. Ginny then sat.
"I'm psychic."
"Technicaly, so am I. You could write a large book with your knowledge. I may be able to write a poem." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared hard at Ginny.
Ginny glared back. Today was not one of her good days. Her eyes flashed.
"I see everything, Tika."
Tika turned away. "I'm sorry. I know I couldn't posibly understand." Her voice was still a bit hoarse, but sencere at least.
"yes, well, I know what happened to you, so we're both in the same boat." Ginny pushed herself up from the table. She was sick, that was obviouse. Her hair hung in a tierd way, and the dark circles under her eyes made her look awful. She knew it too.
Tika instinctively felt tears well in her eyes. But they tried as her fire began to burn. One word flashed in her mind 'Revenge'. But on who. She looked up and tried to smile at Ginny. It didn't really work though.
Ginny saw the attempt at a smile and nodded slighty. She wobbled as she leaned forward.
"Not ravenge. Never solves anything."
Tika tilted her head to the side. "You know what I want?" She asked. And the image of Voldemort, naked in a dungeon being whipped by her popped into her head. She smiled evily.
"Not gonna work, Tika."
"A girl can day-dream."
Ginny shrugged. She stood stright, still wobbling, slighty. She nodded at the bartender before turning to Tika.
"Yeah, but day dreams get no where."
Ginny was right, of course. Tika stood up. "Thanks, Ginny." Her tone was sollum. As was her expresion as she walked out the pub door.
"Now don't give up so fast."
"Shut up." Ginny snarled at Lavy.
"You don't know what she went through, what she and I saw, and I don't want to hear it from you." She said angrily before leaving, disspappering.
Tika managed one look over her shoulder. Right as her eyes locked on Ginny's.....she passed out.
"Don't be so so shere Ginny." Lavy said to herself. She sat down and opened a book. "Hey, Ginny." She thought "Why are you so pushy?"
Tika twitched. Things were coming back. Horrible things she wanted to forget. But she never would.
(You I can 'see' everything you see cause your writing it)
(anyways)
Lavy saw what Tika was seeing so she went to her on the floor .