Malak Aboul Gheit is no stranger to suffering. To death. But she is neither a stranger to love.
The path of this young Egyptian witch as she joins Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in 3rd year seemed uncertain, but she will soon be trapped i...
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Thoth. Malak Aboul Gheit had decided on that name for the thunderbird, honoring the Ancient Egyptian god of magic and writing, often represented with the head of an ibis bird. She decided it suited him. Thoth.
The Thunderbird had proven himself to be not only a great pet, but also a great messenger. Her letters to the oldest Weasley now much more frequent —recounting him all the events of the school year, including the Halloween adventures with the mountain troll as well as the curse Harry Potter had to face during the first Quidditch match of the season. The potion-making business had also experienced a surge thanks to the loyal service of Thoth, who was able to deliver much more frequently than before.
Malak continued sneaking out of the castle, now mostly to play with Fang, since the centaurs had advised her not to go into the forest. They had discovered a predator of unicorns, and were concerned about the safety of the young Egyptian witch. She had been frequenting the library and consulting with her Care of Magical Creatures' Professor, to try to pin down what beast could possibly be killing unicorns —without success, for the moment.
With the month of December arrived a cold that Malak —used to the mellow Egyptian weather— did not know was even possible. As the snow started to fall on Hogwarts grounds, no one could wait for the holidays to start.
Except her, that is.
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Malak Aboul Gheit had decided to go back to Egypt. She needed to check on so many things that she doubted she would even have time to run all her errands.
Expertly, she apparated from Hogsmade into the main hall of Beit-l-Gheit. It was midday, a warm Saturday afternoon of December. The temperature was fantastic, pleasant compared to the frosty and hostile Scottish winter.
She darted off to the kitchens, where she would most likely find the house elvettes Lamia and Samia. She was not wrong. She greeted them enthusiastically and they drank together a warm mug of sa7lab. The elvettes informed her about the current events of Egyptian society, and also gave her an update on some distant relatives, that lately had been popping around the house asking about her. Malak Aboul Gheit did not like that. Not at all.
