Arctic Olympus of Hogwarts
A small girl stood up in the middle of the classroom she had her hand up, a smirk the size of Texas plastered across her face. The teacher had just messed up big time and she was not going to let it stand. The teacher glared at her with iron rulers for eyes. She had not asked for questions or an answer.
"Teach if you please your explanation for the resuscitation spell is clearly botched, allow me to explain." The girl move to the front of the classroom by the chalkboard she was nearly a foot shorter than the teacher but her attitude clearly stated otherwise. She stared up at the teacher and snatched the extra chalk from the bottom of the blackboard.
"You stated: the most important part is the magic presence, that the charge itself does the most good. This is faulty because clearly if the administrator of the treatment lacks the practical skills the Magic will simple melt the brain and cook the heart. Furthermore…" the girl continued on digging herself a deeper grave. For this was Mcgonagols class.
The students themselves sniggered and laughed at the teachers blunder. But they fell silent as the girl explained each mistake they could have made in the process of magically bringing someone back to life.
Mcgonagol's class was the last one for the girl that day. Everyone but the teacher present was glad they had useful notes. One student even planned to revive a dead rat inside the teachers' lunch room.
Arctic Olympus couldn't help herself when it came to serious subjects like life and death or raising the dead; if the teacher messed up she took it upon herself to explain the right way. She fiddled with her blue lipstick twisting the level up and down. She knew Teach was angry; she had just made a fool of her.
She put her lipstick away after applying a layer to her lips. She puffed out a breath of frost cloud, watching the vapors swirl around her nose. This was the tenth school she had attended in the last year. Every time she transferred a teacher would mess up. And it was always the one who was the most unwilling to be corrected. And then Arctic would correct them in front of the class.
Her parents; the Olympus's that is Mr. and Mrs. Wouldn't let her rest without her attending some school-house or institute. And after weeks of searching they found one with a ridicules name that apparently taught magic.
Was it dog-warts, she looked at the new sign mounted over the principles door. Oh… it was Hogwarts.
Funny name; she had owned a pig but it had never acquired warts. Her impulse was to start talking immediately explaining the teachers fault. But she resisted this time. Instead she studied the man who held the position of headmaster, or something like that, maybe it was like head mage. She liked the second option better; it made him seem like a nicer man.
The man bore an impressive white-grey beard and slightly resembled a wizard she had studied under in the past. He looked at her with a kindly old man smile that made her want to apologize.
"My dear, uh… Miss Olympus…" Arctic knew what was coming she had experienced it ten times already, rejection, dis-enrolled. He started over.
"Miss Olympus we appreciate your help with today's lesson, however you're not paid to teach and we pay albeit not very much Miss Mcgon… so just try well, we both know she was wrong, but do your best to add your accurate comments until after the class. The poor women came to me in tears wailing about how she had never been so wrong about something aside from letting the slytherines get ridiculed so much. And I hope you will go easier on her; she can be hard at times but she has a butt of solid gold."
Arctic looked at him wide eyed
"Excuse me sir are you sure you didn't mean HEART!?" Dumbledor shivered, he had slipped up big time.
"Uh... Hmm I uh… meant Heart yes; she has a heart of gold." Arctic sighed that was too much information.
"You were saying something about my comments sir?" The grey beard shook terribly as her spoke, his voice shuddered.
"Right young lady I expect you to treat all the teachers better with your words… that portion of you is the only one that I get complaints about. Between you and me, and just to be honest with you I have received far worse complaints about Potter he's a bit famous around here. But keep this in mind words have an edge and it can cut or it can cleave clothes." Arctic nodded although she wasn't sure why the second part of the edge mattered much. She wanted to bring life with words.
Dumbledor mentally grabbed at the last words trying to take them back but it was already said. He needed to get that girl out of his office before he spilled anymore proverbial beans. He dismissed her and leaned back in his seat. Something about that girl, so honest it just made you want to tell her things. He silently blessed himself for not dismissing her. Now she would be on his side. Although now she knew he and Mcgon were twisting.
Arctic bumped into a red haired teenager on her way out. This girl was nearly as tall as the boys. She dwarfed Arctic by a good two heads. She wore a name tag and a shirt that read : MUGGLE PRIDE
Her tag said Hermione. Arctic looked up at her she had heard of this person. Her second cousins friend had said she was the smartest girl he had ever met. His Name was Shu Muchuan a transfer student whose friend was a member of the old Griffendor faction.
Arctic smiled and stuck her hand out for Hermione to shake.
"I'm Arctic Olympus, nice to meet you."
Hermione grasped her hand with the calloused fingertips of a page turner.
"Nice to meet you as well Arctic, but you will have to excuse me I'm late for my back massage, Ron promised he would." Arctic looked behind her at Ron who was grinning like the child he was.
"I won't keep you then." Hermione looked extremely grateful.
"Thanks a bunch." Arctic swirled around the remaining students closing in on the main exit. The passageway was wide open for her. She nearly shoved the doors of their hinges as she walked out.
She turned into her dorm and twisted the knob open. This series of buildings were new outside more could be seen in varies steps of completion.
Apparently they had a situation where somehow everyone was in the halls at the wrong time, and thusly built these rooms as incentive to stay in your own quarters for the dark hours.
As of now her second day enrolled, she had only one bed and shared the room with no one save the ghosts that would occasionally see what the foreigner was up to.
Parts of her disliked the Ghosts ability to pass through her walls and see her business but it wasn't like they wanted to spill the beans. They only saw the dull beans anyway. She made sure her study of the Dubious and Nefarious arts were sequestered away from the prying eyes of specters.
If this was to be her new home she would make do.