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Part Three / Chapter Seventy-Four
The faded sound of crashing waves was the first sound that registered in Venus' empty world. The scent of seawater and peppermint filled her nose prompting her to open her eyes. Beside the throbbing pain in her abdomen, Venus sensed an angels absence first. Castiel wasn't here anymore, he must have watched her fade into sleep again before leaving. Her clothes were still blood-stained and dirty and her hair was a curly mess filled with grains of sand.
She pushed herself up from the bed. The atmosphere was eerily silent. She didn't hear Ron saying anything stupid, Hermione correcting him or Harry asking too many questions.
The peppermint scent that awoke her grew stronger once Venus made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Fleur Delacour stood magnificently in between the stove and the table. She poured steaming hot water into two teacups with teabags inside that wafted a stronger peppermint aroma around the kitchen.
"Bonjour Venus." She smiled brightly, bringing over a cup of tea. In another hand she passed her a change of clean clothes.
"Thank you." Venus smiled, coming out of the bathroom dressed in a set of Fleur's clothes. She took a tiny sip of the peppermint tea, "where is everyone?"
"Bill is in the shower." Even through her strong accent, Venus detected that she was keeping some truth away from her.
"Fleur. You know what I mean by they." Venus stated plainly.
"On a mission at Gringotts Bank." Fleur said quickly.
"Because you got internal bleeding after being punched in the gut by an Angel." Bill came from the other side of the house, hair damp and with a fresh set of clothes on. "Never thought I'd be saying that sentence."
Venus huffed and ignored that Bill was correct about the entire situation, leaning against the kitchen counter taking occasional sips of her steaming hot tea. The sky was slowly dimming, taking its time on that May afternoon.
The constant ticking of the Grandfather clock in the room imitated a ticking bomb, and whenever each minute passed Venus flinched. The space around her had become so constricted, it felt as if the house could explode if she took the slightest breath. She couldn't stand here, doing nothing while her friends were risking their lives out there and battling who knows what.
Suddenly, a great gust of wind blew directly into the house from the open windows. Vases crashed onto the wood floors, the curtains pushes themselves into the houses interior, almost forming into an embodiment of a ghost. A wolf burst through the front door, not physically, but its pale blue cast allowed it to easily pass through the door with no damage.
