One-Hundred-Seventeen: The Banshee Arrival

The Irish Adventure Part 2

Upon entering the banshee hideout, I began to shiver. It was so cold inside this cave and had a sense of loneliness. It was as if the banshees were in their own sorrows, and couldn’t escape from it. I almost felt sorry for themselves. It appeared that day in, day out they sat on their rock and hummed to themselves. This was not the life I would want to have for myself.

I wandered around the countless banshees but none of them acknowledged my existence. This is how I knew they weren’t my family banshee, for they can only see ancestors. I was getting rather bored, though and I wanted to get this over with.

“Delacour?” A whiny voice called from behind me. I whipped my head around to see her. She wasn’t too old, but not too young and her hair was a mess. She was floating in the air and had rags of a dress on. “You dare enter my home!”

“Banshee. I came to confront you! Who is going to die in my family?” I questioned. She sat down on a nearby rock.

“Oh dear, oh dear. I came to bring the news to you a while ago. At the time, I didn’t know who it was going to be. However the oracle now shows….it is your cousin, Jazmine. A horrible death awaits her.” The banshee sorrowfully admitted. She must not have any vengeance in her. She must’ve been a good person in her life. Most banshees are demonized, but ever once and a while, a nice one comes along.

“Jazmine? I came all this way for her?!” I shrugged and began walking out the door. Why would I care what happened to Jazmine…yet, it wasn’t settling right. As much as I didn’t want to help her, I had to. “What is going to happen with her?”

“Oh dear…oh dear….oh dear. A murder! She’s so young and beautiful, defenseless….” The banshee floated away from me. I wasn’t too far behind her.

“She is not defenseless! There is no helpless Delacour! Banshee….what’s going to happen to her?” I said trying to grab her arm, but my hand went right through it. She appeared distraught.

“Just like your great-grandmother, Sonya. She thought we Delacours were invincible, beautiful, and above everyone else. You see, I was tired of being the ugly one. I didn’t have the long, luscious hair that we are supposed to obtain. I was born with a genetic disease that many people don’t understand. All of my sisters were so beautiful and the lust of every male’s attention. I however, I wasn’t looked at twice…atleast not when one of them was around.” She signed heavily. “I was never able to transform into a velela, Tanya. I never got to experience the magic….but now…you see…I did a good deed for a dark wizard and he granted me a wish.” She was beginning to laugh in vengeance. I knew something was up with this banshee. “I wished to come back as one of my ancestors…. I knew Alana would put up a fight. Fleur and Gabrielle are my own great grandchildren so that cannot happen. You, Tanya, well….you’d be quite a challenge. BUT Jazmine….so naive and sheltered.”

“How did you become a banshee anyhow?”

“I don’t know, child! Look at me. I have ginger-red hair and am Irish through and through. I believe in shamrocks and blarney stones! It is me luck of me Irish I say. I cannot be a sophisticated like you french women.” She laughed. “I’d watch it Delacour. Me coming for Jazmine. I’ll be there. Hogwarts bound.”

I looked at her for awhile and shrugged. “Well, banshee….I’ll see you whenever you’re on my terms, in my ground.” I said as I woke myself up from my slumber.

Back at Hogwarts, I didn’t think too much more of the banshee.

“Jazmine, keep your guard up. Your crazy great-great grandmother is after you.” I laughed. This was her battle. I would only step in if needed done.

I sat at the Great Hall with the Ravenclaw folk. I picked up some food and began to eat it.

“Ireland….beer and banshees.”