Dearest Luna,
I have sent my consent to the school for you to take classes with Professor Adax.
I wish they had classes like his when I went to school, imagine, if only you had the power to detect the location of Nargles!
That would be great, think of what a great contribution that would be to the Quibbler!
No matter what supernatural ability you have (besides being a witch of course) I'll be proud of you.
Sincerely,
Xeno Lovegood
Luna Lovegood's hair was in a long braid today that was tossed over her shoulder delicately. Her blues eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight and that could dazzle Blaise for hours. He was getting used to controlling his powers around her. If only he touched her would he lose all control, like he almost did on the train. They both had Adax's class together. His class, Blaise could tell right away, would be one of the stranger classes.
The room was a shape of an oval and had wall lime green walls covered with different types of muggle art. The ceiling was ivory with the moldings of vines. The desks were arranged in a large oval, like the room. Opposite of the exit was a navy curtain hiding what must have been Professor Adax's office. The room had windows were ever there weren't pictures. Around the perimeter of the ceiling was a line of navy blue velvet that would belong to a curtain.
Blaise ignored it and stretched his arms behind his head waiting for his Professor to enter the classroom. When Blaise least expected it a man about seven feet tall with bright red robes appeared holding a silver tea cup between his fingers. He was an old man with wrinkles circling his eyes, nose, and lips.
He looked around the room and smiled brightly, "Good Morning Children!" He shouted. In reply he got a couple of grunts around the room. He chuckled silently and set his teacup down on the corner of a student's desk. He stepped forward locking his hands behind his back. He circled the inside the oval staring at each student at a time. The students looked back at him and then to the person next to them. His grey eyes locked with Blaise's for only a moment and the old man nodded and moved on to Jude who was sitting next to him.
Then after a couple more people the old man's eyes met with Luna's. Blaise found himself staring at her too, and figured it wouldn't be so awkward since everyone else in his class were too. The old man paused for a moment and swung his arms forward across his chest. He then pivoted swiftly on his heel to face Blaise again. He hummed to himself a familiar lullaby and turned around again to face the next student. Luna sighed and looked confused. She held her face up with the palm of her hand and rested her elbow on her desk.
Looking away, Adax was done with his observing of the class, "Students please stand up, as I will put you into groups in which you will have a discussion." Hermione Granger, who was sitting about two seats away from Luna raised her hand. "Aw, Miss Granger, what is it?"
Hermione cleared her throat, "Exactly what will our discussion be about?"
The old man smiled, "Miss Granger's gift is obviously not one of patience." He chuckled along with a couple of other students and watched Hermione turn crimson. Then Adax would touch the shoulder of each person and point to a corner of the room to join a group of students. When the old man's hand brushed Luna's shoulder he led her to Blaise's direction. She walked over to him and the two other people in their group, Rosalinda Caceres and Devon Darth. Rosalinda smiled slightly when she Luna came up to them. Devon held back a sneer. Blaise avoided all eye contact with her.
The four sat down in a circle and began talking, about anything. Luna said the first thing that came to her mind, dreams.
"Dreams!? What about them, they're pointless; anyone who tries to follow them ends never making it, or cheats to get there!" Devon exclaimed crossing his arms immaturely.
"Devon, you are impossible! If it weren't, this school would have never been built, you would have never even been in this class room, or ever been born." Rosalinda snapped frowning at him, and then she whipped her head towards Blaise' waiting for his response.
Blaise chuckled slightly, "Personally, dreams, are not worth having. I disagree with both of you, maybe dreams went into the making of this castle or the making of Darth," the girls chuckled, "were results of dreams not followed. There are some people out there who's dreams they try to follow, and they try everything to get there, cheating, taking lives, pulling strings, you name it, but never get to where they want because there dreams are no longer possible."
Luna stared at him with wonder, and he stared back desperate to know what she was thinking, and if she was judging him. "Blaise," She said beautifully. He nodded in awe and then felt a tightening feeling in his chest and mouth. "Do you think your dream is no longer possible?" She asked as if nothing else but that mattered. Blaise looked away to avoid this conversation entirely, he was ashamed of telling her his secret.
Adax stood in the middle of the room trying to get all of the student's attention, the desks had all disappeared. The old man smiled as every young face turned to him. "Children, I will spend the rest of the class having a private interview with you. As you know, this will be one of the longest classes you will attend this year lasting about three normal classes, taking up half of every Friday. It might be in the morning or night. Today we will determine what time you must attend this class!"
Blaise was first, because apparently this teacher liked to work backwards on the alphabetical order. Blaise followed Adax behind the curtain into which Blaise was uncertain where it would lead. Inside was a dark room were paper lanterns hung on the ceiling making the inside gloom and purple and red. There were no windows, desks, or tables of any kind. Millions of books were stacked on top of each other in the back of the room. On one wall hung a large red and gold woven tapestry with a Japanese symbol for power.
In the center of the room were five black beanbag chairs circled around a purple and silver woven mat with more Japanese symbols,that was placed on the hard wooden floor. "Please sit." Adax said gesturing towards a beanbag chair. Blaise sat down on a beanbag chair crossing his legs his mind wandering of what this interview would be about. A small chill raked up his spine at the thought of having to turn into a beast to show Adax his power.
"Mr. Zabini," Adax smiled carrying two tea cups and a tea kettle, "As you know that our conversations are private, and no one but I and one of necessary person will ever know them, that goes for the power in which you possess." Adax placed the tea cups and kettle on the purple mat after sitting down in the beanbag chair across from him. "I am one of the few people on this earth who can identify big things by noticing incredibly small things such as the way a person writes there name, how they speak, how they carry themselves, their pet peeves, their reactions towards other actions." Adax exclaimed as he poured a greenish liquid into both tea cups.
"Mr. Zabini, I am fully aware of your power by just looking at you, you hold your secret loosely, and you should do more to hide it." Adax passed Blaise a tea cup and Blaise picked it up between his fingers. "I know you are a vampire because of the way you move your eyes. They dart from one way to another quickly and you can consume your surrounds with in less than a few seconds." Blaise stared down at the steam flowing up out of his cup. "You do not have to worry, I am one of the few who can see these things. As you have may guessed I have been to many places in this world, I've probably been almost everywhere a wizard or witch has, that's what I've done for most of my life. Dumbledore and I have been dear friends since birth. I was closer with his older brother, since we are closer in age.'
"I began my travelling around your age, and I stopped just recently at the age of 97 and I still don't feel a day over 40." The old man smiled. "I have known only two other people to see powers like I do, in fact it is a power to notice other's powers, but it is incredibly rare and I have not sensed it among your classmates, but all of them do possess one." The old man looked over at Blaise who was staring into the green liquid in his cup. "You may drink it if you wish, it is Green Tea, popular in Asia, I was almost certain you knew of it. The tea just calms you and your mind, like a warm cup of Hot Chocolate only more refreshing."
Blaise hesitated. The old man put his cup down after taking a long sip, "It will not hurt you, you may drink this, it's not as strong as blood, if that what you're thinking. It's not addicting, but to those who are not vampires it sometimes can be." Blaise, still hesitant, reluctantly slipped the drink into his mouth and felt it slip down his throat, it was very different from what he was used to. It was refreshing, but not like the way fresh human blood was upon his lips. The thought about it made is heart rate increase. "Whoa, my boy!" Adax said sensing it, he seized the tea from his hands, "I was not aware of how uncontrolled you really were!" The boy's eyes flashed for moments between violet and purple. The old man hummed quietly for a moment, and then Blaise's heart rate decreased and his eyes fixed to their normal color.
"There will only be two things that will calm you down. That hum, which you should memorize, and…" Adax's eyes twinkled. Blaise looked up questioningly, but still breathing heavily after losing and gaining control so quickly. Adax smiled for a minute and clasped his hands toward and set them in his lap. He looked rather feminine, but Blaise ignored it and was slowly growing impatient.
"And?" Blaise asked in an annoyed tone.
Adax's eyes twinkled again making Blaise feel like choking the old man. "Blaise," Adax said getting to his feet as he walked towards the back of his room where books were placed on top off each other consuming the whole wall, "you know who Miss Luna Lovegood is am I correct?"
Blaise cleared his throat, "Yes." Blaise was starting to feel uncomfortable with this news.
"You're seventeen, so you must by now have been having dreams about her since you've seen her for the first time I presume. Well in case you have not caught on already, your supernatural ability has a lot to do with her…" Adax muttered as he pulled a book out of the center of the wall.
"Yes, I know she is my mate." Blaise said.
Adax looked over at him with concerned eyes. "She does not know of this yet, but she will eventually, so please, in the meantime try your best to maintain some distance from her. She is the only necessary person to know this. Otherwise, I'm afraid of the worst, and you Mr. Zabini, do not want the worst to happen to her, for I could sense your strong feelings towards her from across the room." Blaise nodded. "Mr. Zabini please come to my class tomorrow after your dinner. You will have a private session with me every night only an hour long, so it will not interfere with your prefect duties, and I am guessing you do not sleep much anyways." Blaise only stared at the tea cup in front of him.
"You may leave; I know this maybe a lot of information to take in, especially on the first day of my class." Adax said gesturing to the curtain. Without even thinking about it Blaise rushed out of there. As he pulled the curtain he squinted as the light from the room shined brightly. He stepped out and the curtain swung behind him. He walked out standing close to the wall by the windows and portraits.
His eyes followed Luna Lovegood, who was walking towards him gracefully, with a dreamy look on her face. Blaise's chest tightened and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins. He balled his fists and shoved them into the pockets of his pants to restrain himself from grabbing her. The glow of her skin in the morning light was becoming unbearable. When she approached him she opened her mouth to speak slightly, but he took a step back. He knew that if she had gotten any closer, he would have let himself go and turn into the beast with in. Luna stepped forward tried to reach for his shoulder.
Blaise stared at her smooth and creamy skin that was begging for his touch. But he stepped back quickly, pushing hard off his left foot. Blaise then slipped off his right foot and in that instant, he shoved his hand out to balance himself, but instead grabbed the wrist of Luna Lovegood. In shock, Blaise tripped backward again, his back colliding with a thin solid and then sharp bits. He felt the glass from the window tear through his shirt and skin. The back of his head met the rough wooden frame of the window, sending a searing sore through his head and neck. Still in the process of falling, Blaise slid down the lime green wall, smearing his blood.
"Oh my goodness!" Luna cried trying her hardest to lift Blaise to his feet. Blaise stared up at her, his eyes swimming. He felt his heart rate increase rapidly until it became abnormal. Blaise began to pant and a ripping pain in his chest told him, it was time to leave. He pushed himself up with his hands, only to cut his palms with the glassy bits lying on the floor. As he balanced on his feet he felt incredibly dizzy, and grabbed Luna's forearms. He tensed at the feeling of her skin touching his, and tried a lot harder to control his actions.
"Are you alright?" Blaise asked panting. He squinted his eyes as the rush of pain ripped throw his temples; he knew this was the time where they would turn to the haunting black.
"I'm fine, but you're not." Luna said trying to hold him up by reaching for his waist.
"Lovegood, it's impossible for me to be okay." Blaise said pushing her away and dashing out of the class room. Besides the rest of the class, poking his head from behind the curtain was Edwin Adax staring at Luna, using his index finger to motion her to him while smiling gaily.