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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

Wow, great reviews. Thanks.

Pluto: Hedgehog is not that bad, honest. : ) Had to feed it to poor Severus just to get a reaction. Lol You wont find out about her dad for a while yet.

Sansa: Glad you like the age thing. At least she�ll give him a run for his money.

Sheherazade: List of translations available if you want it, just email me or leave your address.

Vamp: He�s gonna get a lot more frustrated before this story ends.

Chapter 13

Paula winked at Sinistra knowingly as Severus returned with the drinks.
�Ladies, Headmaster.� He greeted as he set a glass of wine and large brandy in front of Paula, then seated himself with his own wine and brandy.
�Baxt, Jekhipe and Slobuzenja.� (luck, unity and freedom) Paula said, raising her wine glass in salute before taking a drink.
�All of those.� Sinistra put in, raising her own glass without a clue as to what she was toasting.
Severus, Minerva and Albus raised their own glasses, though not attempting to repeat the words and equally clueless.
Paula gave them an explanation once she had taken a hearty drink.
Later in the evening, Paula was approached by a group of girls asking about her dress and style of dance. They also wanted to know how she managed to change her clothes when she left and re-entered the hall.
�What I am wearing is the traditional garb of my people. I am Romany and we like bright colours. As for the dance, ah well, that is only for Gypsy mollisher. Even at seventeen, I am afraid you are too naïve to understand the subtleties of it.� She leaned into the girls and whispered. �Though I believe your Professor understood more than he wished to.�
The girls stared at her wide-eyed for a moment then tittered and blushed as it dawned on them that it meant something with a sexual nuance.
�Wow.� One of them said shyly. �Does that mean you and the Professor are � you know?�
�No Molina, it does not. It means I danced for him to distract you all from the fact you had just spent the last hour and a quarter locked in this hall without knowing why.�
�Oh. Why were we locked in Professor?�
�We had visitors, but they have gone now.�

�Visitors? Who?� Asked Celia.

�Shilmulo Celia.�

Paula offered no explanation as to what Shilmulo was. �The first to bring me a two foot parchment on what shilmulo are and how to deal with them will gain twenty points for their house. As for how I altered my clothing, that is something unique to me I am afraid. Enough questions for tonight. be off and enjoy what is left of the evening.� She told them, smiling but unwilling to answer any more questions.

As the evening wound to a close, the music turned to smooth ballads, the kind that encourages close bodies and slow movement.
�It is time Severus. You brought me here, now you must ask me to dance.� Paula told the dark wizard next to her.
�But we have already danced, why would you wish to do so again?� He asked. He�d hoped her earlier dance would be enough, God�s, she�d almost had him coming in his pants like a bloody teenager with that one, he doubted he could control himself a second time.
�No Severus, I danced for you earlier, now we dance together. First you must ask me.�
He cleared his throat and ran a finger round the inside of his collar. �Paula, may I have the honour of this � you�re not going to dance like you did earlier are you?� He suddenly asked.
�Why, did you not like how I danced for you?�
�Yes I did, very much so. It is just � not exactly appropriate for � could we please just dance normally?� He hissed.
She laughed and smiled at him. �Yes Severus, a nice slow waltz if that is what you prefer.�
�In that case, may I have the pleasure of this dance?� He asked, standing and offering his hand to her.
Paula accepted and joined him for a waltz. She waved her hand at her feet, shodding them in flat soled sequinned slippers as they made their way onto the floor.
�Afraid I might step on your toes?� He asked, raising an eyebrow at the discrete bit of magic.
�No, the floor is sticky.�
Severus was pleased with the way she danced, her movements for traditional style dancing were just as accomplished as for Gypsy dancing. �I was not aware that Gypsies knew how to waltz.�

�Gypsies spend a lot of time dancing in the evenings. Plus I had a good teacher later on, when I no longer travelled with my people.�
Severus frowned slightly, for some reason uncomfortable at the thought of someone teaching her to dance. �And that someone would be who, if I might be so bold?�
�Kak.�
�Kak!� He exclaimed. �What is this kak?�
She smiled, laying her forehead on his shoulder for a moment. �Albus Dumbledore is my kak. Kak is � like a favourite uncle, someone older who deserves much respect.�
The waltz finished and Paula said it was time for her to leave.
Severus offered his arm once again and escorted her from the castle to her campsite.
�Paula, how long have you been away from your people?�
�Since I was thirteen. My grandparents were dead, I had no kin within the clan so they allowed me to tag on as an outsider for a while.� She told him matter of factly.
Severus was appalled. �Thirteen, and they discarded you? What kind of barbarians are they that would � ?�
�Severus you are wrong.� She butted in before he could finish his sentence. �It is the way, nothing more. I was more than able to care for myself, it was not rejection. When a Romany dies, their possessions are burned, nothing can remain for fear the del enter and haunt those left behind. I was lucky, my grandparents ensured I had my own vurdon and a good grast, sorry, horse. The Romany ways are different to yours I know, but do not think to criticize them Severus, they wished me no harm. The Romany have dook, that is the sight, and their own magic, mine was different, more powerful, it was too much for them. To them, people like us are bibaxt, bad luck. So when I was discovered doing magic too powerful and unnatural to the Romano, they gave me a tshurii as is custom, and told me to leave.�

�A tshurii?�
�A knife. You call them althemes, we call them tshurii, but ours are blessed. Never can a tshurii turn on its owner, nor can it be used against them. Shortly after that is when kak found me. He brought me here, tried persuading me stay, I refused. Instead he visited with me each summer, sometimes also during the snows. He would teach me, help me discover things about myself. Please try to understand Severus, the Romany are not bad people, but they have to protect their beliefs and their own. My grandmother warned me at an early age to hide my abilities, to keep them secret. I was foolish and grew over confident when I was alone. I let someone see that I was more than they thought I was.�
�I see.� He said, though he did not. He could not perceive that anyone would exile a child merely because she had magical talent superior to their own. To him it was beyond comprehension. �This tshurii, you say it cannot be used against you. How so?�
Paula lifted her skirts and pulled a lethal looking blade from a sheath on her upper thigh.

This is tshurii. Take it and nick your finger.�
Severus raised and eyebrow, but took the knife and made a small cut in his thumb. He barely felt it the blade was so sharp. �Now what?�
�Now heal it and do the same to me.� Paula held out her hand, palm up.
Severus withdrew is wand and healed his thumb, then took her hand in his and attempted to make a small cut on the pad of her thumb. �Ow!� He yelped before the blade even touched her. �I was not expecting that.� He said, sucking at the rather large cut on his own thumb.
Paula pulled his hand away from his mouth and ran her palm across the cut, healing it.
�Whenever another attempts to use my tshurii against me, they instead receive double what they would give. Only I can heal the wound when that happens. Were you to try to cut my throat with it, you would find yourself decapitated. That I cannot heal.� She told him with a lop sided smile.
�Merlin.� He breathed, handing the knife back. �Paula, I would like it very much if you would allow me to join you for lunch tomorrow. I will provide the food of course. I find myself � interested in you and would like to find out more to find out more about you, if you will permit it.�
�I think lunch will be nice Severus, I accept.�
Severus watched as she headed for her tent and climbed inside, then he made his way back to the castle. This time when he peered across the grounds from the massive doors, there was no sign of Paula, the nightly sight of her dancing around her fire absent as he closed the doors and locked them. Only then did he realise Paula had not agreed to reveal more about herself. His expression, which until then had been one of satisfied contemplation, turned into a frown as he stalked down to the dungeons.

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