Terence Trevisant peered up from his Transfiguration book. It was lunch
and he had decided not to go to the Great Hall to eat. He simply went to
the Gryffindor common room to continue studying. In his past life, he had
studied a bit of magic at the Seelie Court, and classes were never quite as
hard there as they were here. In fact, there were no classes. He simply
learned from his father, Ganscotter the Enchanter, a ruler of faeries. Of
course, Terence was not a wizard and was a faery, but he was allowed to be
reborn every 102 years after his death. He always had some magical blood
in his veins, and wizards were now much more populous, but he never could
remember anything of his reincarnations, only his first life.
Being at Hogwarts was fun at times, but they were boring during the first two years. He couldn't go to Hogsmeade and the classes were boring. He knew most of the Potions material and was quite tired of Professor Severus Snape, who hated him because he seemed so very indifferent to everything. Professor Regina Trelawney (1) felt the same way.
The clock on the wall in the common room told him it was time to leave for his next class. He stood up and stretched like a cat, then set his book back in the boys' dormitory. When the portrait of the Fat Lady opened for him, a girl with amethyst eyes and streaks of white in her otherwise midnight-black hair appeared, grinning at him from the other side.
"Gracie!" he exclaimed, jumping back from Grace Goodfellow's figure. Gracie was Robin's sister. Robin had been one of Terence's best friends. Gracie had been in love with him since they first met. Of course, he was not at all interested in her as he was with Eileen. Eileen was years older than him and Gracie looked nothing like Robin, who was a green elf, but Terence's love never strayed...not even after Eileen died.
"We've got Divinition next!" Gracie said, taking his hand and pulling him away, her face still lit in a smile. The portrait of the Fat Lady closed the entryway, but Terence didn't even see it because Gracie was running so fast. (2)
(1) I don't remember her name. If you know it, please tell me and I will change it in later chapters. Until then, Regina will be her name for this fic.
(2) No, this isn't a story with made-up characters. It's actually a crossover with made-up characters Those who have read Gerald Morris's books will know what I'm talking about.
(Disclaimers and etc. will be posted at the very end of the story at the very end of the last chapter.)
Being at Hogwarts was fun at times, but they were boring during the first two years. He couldn't go to Hogsmeade and the classes were boring. He knew most of the Potions material and was quite tired of Professor Severus Snape, who hated him because he seemed so very indifferent to everything. Professor Regina Trelawney (1) felt the same way.
The clock on the wall in the common room told him it was time to leave for his next class. He stood up and stretched like a cat, then set his book back in the boys' dormitory. When the portrait of the Fat Lady opened for him, a girl with amethyst eyes and streaks of white in her otherwise midnight-black hair appeared, grinning at him from the other side.
"Gracie!" he exclaimed, jumping back from Grace Goodfellow's figure. Gracie was Robin's sister. Robin had been one of Terence's best friends. Gracie had been in love with him since they first met. Of course, he was not at all interested in her as he was with Eileen. Eileen was years older than him and Gracie looked nothing like Robin, who was a green elf, but Terence's love never strayed...not even after Eileen died.
"We've got Divinition next!" Gracie said, taking his hand and pulling him away, her face still lit in a smile. The portrait of the Fat Lady closed the entryway, but Terence didn't even see it because Gracie was running so fast. (2)
(1) I don't remember her name. If you know it, please tell me and I will change it in later chapters. Until then, Regina will be her name for this fic.
(2) No, this isn't a story with made-up characters. It's actually a crossover with made-up characters Those who have read Gerald Morris's books will know what I'm talking about.
(Disclaimers and etc. will be posted at the very end of the story at the very end of the last chapter.)
