AKA: I am going to find this thing called 'Destiny'
And punch it in the face.
As much as I would want to say that the rest of the week went by without indecent, I have a thing against lying to to imaginary audience in my head. So. With a heavy cold heart, I must inform that the rest of the week did not go without indecent. It was very much the opposite of that actually.
Tuesday had went by rather smoothly. We had care of magical creatures in the morning, and his scaly dog almost set a boy from Hufflepuff on fire. It was very amusing to watch. Wednesday and Thursday were just as exciting - I accidentally went through my fifth cauldron in potions which Snape wasn't to pleased about. Heather and I didn't have any meet ups after Monday. The two of us decided to wait at least three weeks before we put our plan into effect. However thing got... hectic on Friday. There was one class that I have not been looking forward to. The class that I did not choose. The one that would ruin my reputation. Well, what was left of it.
"Welcome to muggle studies!" The professor exclaimed, prancing into class the second the bell rang. Upon hearing those words, I let out a deep groan and banged my head upon the desk.
In a attempt to at least show that I did not want to be there, I had chosen the far back corner of the classroom. Ah yes. The classroom. A large circular room that had rows of desks on different levels that went halfway across the room, lowering each row until it reached the bottom, where the teacher taught with a huge board and a bunch of shelves for merlin knows. Where I was sitting? The darkest corner in the room at the back. Everyone else (Which included Ives, three other Ravenclaws, Charles and two females from his house who ignored him, and Heather with her usual gang. No Slytherins) sat closer to the front. Which I was perfectly fine with. Until the teacher came in.
"Who's sitting at the back there?" He called out after walking in, squinting behind his specs as if that would help to see me better, "Come on down! We don't bite!"
"No but I do." I muttered under my breath quietly, picking up 'Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles' by Wilhelm Wigworhty. Everything I had just planned against? Gone up in smoke. Everyone's eyes turned to me, and I felt their gaze move to my robes and tie in sync. Whispers filled the room. There was a Slytherin in their midst.
"What's your name?" The professor (Direbrew I believe his name was) asked me in a condescending tone as I sat down.
Tossing my books onto the desk, I gave him a steely glare, "You have the attendance, you tell me."
Obviously not expecting that answer, he did a double-take. The rest of the class let out a collective gasp except for Heather - who just rolled her eyes, Ives - His face split into a smile and he whispered "I knew she was going to do that" to his horrified raven-haired friend; and Charles. He was to busy trying to chat up a girl from the Ravenclaw house he hardly noticed.
"Y-yes well... um..." He let out a nervous giggle and fiddled with his specs. For a moment he was silent, it looked like he was having an internal argument with himself. Then, suddenly, his gaze turned harsh. "Detention." He suddenly spat out, slamming a pre-made written note on my desk that had both the times and location. Typical. After his little spectacle, he turned to the class as if nothing had happened.
Clearing his throat, he began his introduction speech. "Hello Third Years. For those of you who do not know, I am Professor Direbrew. This term I will be teaching all of you how muggles in the non Wizardring world... work." He flicked his wand, and a stack of parchment paper from his desk started floating towards us and giving each student a sheet as it passes.
"I thought a good way to start my class would be to see how much you have been reading your study material." Direbrew explained, "You have been split up into different groups - you'll see in the top right hand corner who you're with - And you have a fortnight to finish the task your group has been given. "
Not even bothering to see if any of us caught what he had just explained, he flicked his wand again, and a loud chime filled the room. "Start!" He shouted. Turning dramatically so his cape billowed behind behind, he gracefully sat in his seat behind his desk. Immediately getting absorbed into his work.
There was a lull in the students. Everyone looked at each other, no one quite sure what to do. Looking down at my parchment, I spied the top right-hand corner where it said "Group Members". In neat little handwriting it wrote 'Heather Emery'. Naturally I thought sarcastically. Underneath it, in the same print, it read 'Ives Ashford'. Typical. Already knowing where this was probably going to end up, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the last name. 'Charles Owen'.
Fuck. My. Life.
What was that Heather had said? 'Don't you believe in destiny?' Well if I hadn't then, then I sure would've had to now.
Scowling at the group list, I made no movement to get up. Rather hoping instead that I would be forgotten and fade away. Right this second preferably. Alas, the almighty powers that continued to torture me could let that happen. Which is probably why a few seconds later there was a large 'SLAM' from beside me. Looking up, I saw the annoyed face of one Charles Owen. Well, at least he was miserable.
"Well, look at this! The Train-Gang is back together!" Heather chirped up, her bright beaming face held only a slight trace of mocking. She slipped past Charles and slid into a seat beside me.
"We... we never where a 'gang'." Ives reminded her quietly, slowly pulling into the other empty seat between me and Charles. His dark brown eyes trailed on the ground.
Red Scott then cleared her throat, looking down at the paper, she began to read the task. "You and your group have to bake a recipe - anything you want - using muggle equipment. We- er I will know if you cheated." Pulling a face, she sunk back in the chair, "Well that doesn't sound ominous or creepy at all."
"Lets just get this over with." Charles grumbled, aggressively flipping open his book. Flipping my own open, I couldn't help but study him. Over the last few days I have been trying to pinpoint just what made him rub my skin the wrong way, and vise versa. He was okay-looking I supposed. Although I wasn't usually one to judge people solely on their looks. After all, raven hair - that was always perfectly styled. Flawless skin which was neigh impossible for the majority of people. A smirk that was always branded on his stupid face no matter what mode he was in- He just reeked of arrogance. And he was. Arrogant. The way he moved, and talked, it was all to self-obsessed. Everything he did was flamboyant. He wanted to be the centre of attention. That usually wasn't a problem (Have you seen the people I hung out with?) but the way he did it... it was almost like he wanted the entire world to think him superior.
I know. I'm reading to much into this. But its what I do. I study someone. Pick a person, and observe them to figure out all of their mannerisms. And he... was hard to pin down. Heck. everyone in the 'Train-Gang' as Heather called it was.
Ives seemed like a shy nerd, but there where small instances where something would snap and he'd become a completely different person. More sarcastic and confident. Then as soon as it comes, it's gone.
Heather is a hyper ball of energy. But at some points she just stops. Like an unpleasant thought came to her mind. And she blanks out with this far away depressed look her her eyes. And other times, when her friends are being particularly rowdy, she just turns away and pinched the bridge of her nose.
And as for the arse. While he is (obviously) an egotistical idiot who lacks any necessary brain cells at times, when he though no one was looking, or if he was incredibly irritated, he rub a pendant that he wore under his uniform. Yeah, not much. But there was obviously a story behind it.
"What is e- elec- elktricty?" Heather asked, flipping through her book, jolting me from my thoughts.
"Muggle studies 101. A-always study b-before the first day." Ives replied.
"Even I knew that. And I didn't even want to join this class." I muttered, prodding my book distastefully.
The red head let out a embarrassed cough, "I... don't study."
"W-what!" Ives exclaimed, "Why not?" He looked like someone has just told him that his puppy died.
"Oh yeah. How dare you." I dead panned, "Because studding is one of the keenest pleasures I know."
Heather snorted upon realising that my sentence was lathered in sarcasm, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Charles try to suppress a smirk behind 'The Home Life of British Muggles'.
Deciding that she had enough of people making fun of her, Red Scott decided to focus everyone's attention.. elsewhere.
"So rumour is it that you destroyed one of Snape's personal cauldrons." She said in an falsely innocent tone looking bashfully of me.
"It was his own fault loaning it to me in the first place." I muttered, "You'd think for a smart guy he'd have learn-"
Charles let out a loud snort, rudely interrupting me from my exposition. "Typical." He spat, "A Slytherin fawning over it's master."
"... excuse me?" I asked him coldly, "I do not 'fawn' over anyone. Let alone the rude and bullying Professor also known as the head of my house."
"You're talking and all I hear is 'blah lie blah lie blah'!" He mimicked using a very poor Irish accent, "You may have fooled these two idiots, but I can see through you-"
I scoffed, turning my seat towards him, causing Ives to scuffle back. "Riddle me this 'Braveheart'... If they're idiots, what does that make you?" I jabbed my thumb in the direction of the two who where now watching this scene with wide eyes.
"They're going to tear each other apart!" Ives whispered to Heather in a worried yet somewhat excited tone.
"I'll get the popcorn." She told the blonde nonchalantly, staring at the scene unfolding in front of her like a dog at a juicy meat.
Needless to say, we where up in each other's throats. "I don't think there is even a word to describe how thick you are." I continued, " 'Oh, look at me, I have a horde of selfish girls chasing after me, and we all know fans equal brains!'. What did you think would happen idiot?"
"I don't sound like that." He protested, and in true him fashion, not even bothering to put up a good contradicting argument. Urg.
"You're right!" I examined in a 'Aha!' tone. "I don't think you are possibly even able to make a sentence that long!"
"Well at least I don't slink around in the dungeon like some... snake." He sneered.
My furious expression was whipped off my face, instead going back to its standard expression of annoyance. The cover expression so people couldn't see what actually hurt.
"Really? A snake?" I said evenly, fury wrapped into every word, "What could have possibly given you that analogy? Please, tell me how you came up with such an idea for I truly do not know." Unable to stand my piercing cold green gaze, his own annoyed eyes darted to the ground. "Are you really so gullible to think that all of us Slytherins are nothing but evil manipulative monsters? That we all worship a person upon whom many disagree with? You talk about me fooling people who actually care - and yet you're the one fooling yourself."
Both of us took a deep breath, ready to rant and yell at each other until our hearts content, until a cool voice cut in. "What in Merlin's beard is going on over here?"
In sync, all four of our heads turned to look at tussled brown haired Professor who had cold fury in his blue eyes.
"N-nothing." Ives nervously pipped up, slightly surprising me with his blatant lying to a teacher.
He smoothly brought his hand up to the glasses and took them off, not sparing us from the intensity in his eyes, "Well your so called 'Nothing' is disturbing my class." Charles and I exchanged a bewildered look, neither of us thinking that we where being to loud as we where mostly just anger whispering to each other. Actually, it seemed like 'his class' didn't even notice.
"And you two." He turned his unforgivable eyes on Heather and Ives- whom he attempted to hide behind, even though he was a good four inches taller then her, "You four are in a group, did you not think to interrupt them? Or where you too busy 'enjoying the show'?"
Heather unleashed her secret weapon. I called it the 'Kitten Effect'. She gave this fragile and innocent look that could make even a stone wall go 'Aww, how adorable!'. Professor Direbrew however... was not a stone wall. Not even wavering from her adorableness of an expression, he pulled out three slips of paper - all of which looked similar to the detention one he gave me, so I could only naturally assume it was the same thing- and he swiftly placed them in front of Heather (Who looked indifferent), Ives (Whom stared at it horrified), and Charles (Who then proceeded to give me the biggest glare.)
While the three of them 'admired' their detention slips, Direbrew unleashed his full on glare on me. It was obvious that he blamed me for this ruckus, and he would probably be right in doing so too. But facts are for mulling over. Blaming requires action. So I acted. Slowly raising my light green steely eyes to meet his blue ones, I stubbornly jutted my crooked chin out. He narrowed his eyes, but mine never wavered.
'Give me all you got.' I tried to convey with him through my eyes, 'And I won't back down. I've seen worse. You. Don't. Scare. Me'
Suddenly he jolted, looking away uncomfortably. He slammed his specs back onto his face, and did another dramatic walk to his desk. Where he either marked papers, or talked to his inner voices. Hopefully the prior.
Turning my gaze away from him, I instead caught the light brown one of a certain arrogant brat who looked extremely peeved.
"I might as well just say it," He hissed through angrily clenched teeth, "I really don't like you."
Deciding it would be best not to start another scene, I instead gave him a mocking smile, "Well, its good to know that we at least agree on something." Not being able to help myself, my crooked lips formed a smirk and a sly comment slipped out of it, "Now if only you would agree that you are the worst person to be in a argument, that could be two things!"
Luckily a huge gong signalling the end of the class rang through the room, bringing an end to whatever angry spewl he might have said. Letting out a huff, he picked up his book and stomped out of the room.
I let out a sigh of relief the second his - tall urg!- body excited from my view. "That was fun." I said sarcastically to the two.
Ives - surprisingly- let out a laugh. "One of the more entertaining ones, I'll give it that." He too shoved his books into his bag, "So where are you two off to next?"
"Divination Tower." I groaned, waving a 'Unfogging the future' textbook in the air, "My idiot friend left this in her dorm this morning, so I have the privilege to return it."
Letting out a snort and a sarcastic 'Good Luck!', I bid the two of them goodbye, exiting the class before the teacher had me participate in another stare-off.
While the Divination tower was on the other side of the school, I was in no rush. It was currently supper time, so all the students would be in the Great Hall. The superfluous trio would still be in the tower, trying to soak up any extra marks that they can. They would probably be in there for about three hours. Which meant that I had to sneak them food out of the kitchen. Again.
Walking alone through the corridors of Hogwarts was perhaps one of the most calming things I know. The sound of your footsteps echoing through huge halls. The murmur of the 'nice' paintings as you pass by. And, if you where extremely lucky, you could hear the sound of rain echoing through chiming with your footsteps. It was peaceful.
And like all peaceful things, it ended too soon.
A huge wooden door stood in the way between me and some-million stairs. Its huge handle seemed to be mocking me. A final test to see if I was truly wanting to commit to that journey. And no. I wasn't. By my... dorm mate was in need, so I had to help them.
Throwing the door open, I was greeted with the sight of stairs, stairs, and oh look! More stairs! Shifting my uniform skirt slightly higher so it was just barley above my knee's, I started the trek up the stairs.
"So... this is not for any of our futures?" Ali asked the crazed Professor who was sitting in her chair in the incense filled room.
"Someone you know maybe." She repeated for what was probably the thirtieth time that night, "But no. Not yours."
The three girls crowded around the cup, and being especially careful not to break it, studied its contents.
"It's a falcon!" Ruby exclaimed.
Slightly confused at the three's sudden confidence, Trelawney lifted herself up from her chair and glided over to the table. "That is not a falcon." She said softly, "That's..." Her misty eyes widening, she snatched the cup away from the three and held it up to her face. "This is new. Or old." She muttered, rushing over to her stand of advanced Tessomancy symbols books. The trio followed quickly after her, crowding behind so they could see what was going on.
The crazy-haired lady flipped furiously through the book, keeping the hand that held the tea cup steady at all times.
She let out a soft sigh of satisfaction when she found the page she was looking for.
"Pay good attention." She told the girls, "Now... this is in fact a raven." She pointed at thy symbol they originally thought was a falcon. "The king of birds. Generally meaning either 'bird' itself, or great wisdom." There was a slight pause where she studied the other contents of the cup, and the girls scribbled down notes furiously.
"The heart is either lover or friends." She traced through the list in her book, "These are more advanced symbols then I originally planned." She admitted. Suddenly, she gasped, her face going stark white, and the cup falling onto the floor, shattering into little tiny pieces.
"Who is this of?" Trelawney whipped around to face the girls, "Which of your friends is this?" She pointed at the shattered remnants of the cup on the ground.
"We.. don't know Professor." Ruby admitted, her blue eyes looking bashfully at the ground, "We where kinda hoping you would tell up that."
Janet then asked the question they all where dying to say, "Why do you need to know? I thought you said-"
"Because I believe.." She took a shuddering breath, "I believe that whoever that cup's future held is going to die." She sunk into her cushioned chair, rubbing a hand over her eyes. "Lesson over." She dismissed.
Not needing to be told twice, the three girls quickly packed up their bags and ran out of the class.
"No one tell Tori about this." Ruby hissed to the others.
"Not like she'd ever believe us." Janet replied back as the three of them hurried down the long stairs.
Not one of them noticed a certain crooked-jaw third year hiding in the shadow's who heard every word they said.
Trelawney was going around spooking kids now.
That's great. I thought sarcastically. It was only their first day in that class, and they already managed to be freaked out of their mind. Making a split second decision, I opened the door to give the Divination Professor a piece of my mind.
However, I was only met with darkness.
It wasn't the type of darkness that you could adjust your eyes to. It was magic. A thick cloth of black was weaved through the air, making it impossible to see.
There! In the distance! A small light beckoned me to come closer to it. And in a state of idiocy, I obliged.
A small sphere was sitting on top of a three legged stand, a glowing dark red hummed from within it. My hand acted against my will, and moved towards the ball. And the second it touched the smooth surface, the sphere burst. Red ribbons of smoke danced through the black air, and it would have been beautiful - had it not been for the hissing voice that accompanied it.
"The secret of death shall arise once again
And with it memories long past suppressed
And nightmares brought back, and this time just as true
The double one created a poison brew
And the girl with wings in her mind
Has the burden to choose who will live and who will die."
"What?" I shouted into the air confusedly.
A the sound of my voice, the smoke jumped into action. It gathered above the glowey ball thing, and flew straight at me. Whatever illusions I had of it being regular smoke where completely shattered when the impact of the black and red clouds drove me off my feet and through the door. My back harshly collided with the stone ground, and the heavy oak door was slammed in front of my face.
Deciding that I probably shouldn't try to get back in there to tell Trelawney and the smoke to clear off, I did the only logical thing to do.
Run.
Taking the accursed book with me, I bolted down the stairs, missing several as I went, and almost fell and broke every bone in my body several times. But that did not stop me. I cleared the entire staircase in a matter of minutes. And the second my feet touched solid ground, I felt immensely safer.
Looking down at my watch, I discovered that there was still about an hour left of dinner. Yet strangely I wasn't in the appetite for food. May have been the near death experience. Deciding instead to return to the cold dreary common room, I took the corridor in the opposite direction of the Great Hall, and headed towards the dungeons.
What I failed to realise was that I was walking the same route that I took on my way to the Divination tower, and about 10 minutes of walking later, I came upon the second worst classroom in the world.
Seeing the French doors in front of me, my pace slowed considerably. The left one was open a quarter of the way, and the gap was large enough so someone - say a teacher of Muggle Studies - could see me walking past.
Pinning myself against the wall, I slowly slid down it, getting ready to dark across to the other side. With the 45° angle of the door, from his viewing point, the gap would have to cover... er.. 1.3 feet.
Crouching over, and getting ready to run a very fast 1.3 foot race, the ear closest to the door heard the slight murmuring coming from inside.
Curiosity taking over my self preservation instincts, I continued sliding on the wall until I was able to look clearly through the glass in the double doors.
Professor Direbrew was sitting alone in his class, but it was unmistakably him that was talking. To... himself.
"No! This was not a part of our agreement." He hissed softly.
His left hand came up to rub his face, "Actually, yes it was." He reminded... himself. "You knew coming into this that choices like these had to be made!"
"Its unethical!" He shouted, "I am a teacher! I teach students. Not-"
"No!" His counterpart said, slapping himself in the face, "You said anything. You agreed to anything. So that is what we are going to do! ANYTHING!" His voice raised into a shout, causing me to let out a small start. Which led to me slightly bumping the door, and a 'thud' from it to carry through out the room.
Immediately Direbrew stopped arguing with... himself. And his-their-what? eyes snapped towards the entrance. Not wanting to be subjected to his furious blue eyes again, I darted as fast as I could. Running a lot farther then the 1.3 feet I had originally planed.
My freshly polished black dress shoes clashed against the pearly white floor and they hurried through each corridor. The squeak that they originally exuded was long gone. Now it was replaced with a 'Clack, Thunk, Clack, Clack' as the rubber souls connected with the ground.
However, that was quickly resorted back to a 'squee' when I almost ran over a short Chinese girl and her two friends.
Ruby let out a gasp "Where's the fire?" She asked frantically, looking behind me worriedly.
I gave her an annoyed glare, before turning to the other girls who where also checking for some imaginary fire that followed me. "How was Divination?"
While they panickingly looked at each other, I took the time to straighten my robes and retie my hair that had come loose during my many runs today.
"It was.. U-uh. It was fine." Ali stuttered, looking nervously at the others.
"Bit rubbish to be honest." Janet pipped in, "The Professor dropped the tea cup we where meant to read out of." The other two nodded in agreement, and I found it extremely hard to suppress my smirk.
"Speaking of Divination," My smirk grew wider upon seeing their panicking increase. But instead of prolonging their suffering, I instead brought out Janet's 'Unfogging the Future' Textbook. "You left this in the dorm."
"O-oh." The dark skinned beau gave me a nervous smile and accepted it.
Stepping to the side of the hallway, the superfluous trio walked slowly past me. After about three feet, Ruby stopped and turned around, her bright blue gaze on me. "We.. saw this one symbol in the cup - before it was dropped that is- and I was wondering if you may know ... what it is?"
Seeing my eyebrow raise in curiosity, the Chinese-British girl continued, "There was a... Triquetra. At least that's what I believe it's called." She looked bashfully at the ground, "We where wondering if perhaps you knew what it meant?"
All three of them looked at me expectantly. It wasn't like I was the smartest of all of them (I was though) It had more to do with the fact I knew lots of random things.
Searching through my memory banks, an unpleasant expression formed on my face when I realised what it meant.
Turning away from them, I let out a deeply annoyed sigh. "It means destiny." I told them, walking away.
"... and what does that mean?" Ali whispered to the two of them, confusion laced in her voice.
'It means that I need to find an un-tangible mythical source,' I thought bitterly, glaring hatefully at the floor I was walking upon 'And punch it in the metaphorical fucking face.'
Crazy teachers, Meddling fates, Weird Prophesies. And it was only the first fucking week. Was it just me, or was this year going to shit?
So I fell down the stairs earlier today, slightly extremely sprained my wrist. Update may be later next week. So as a little apology for the future late update, here is the extra chapter! Yay!
14.3 Pages, 4747 Words
Next Chapter: Month later detentions, Tension rises, the story has its second overlap with the Harry Potter story line. Kinda, And someone really has to go piss.
There was the calm before the storm. This was the first rain. Soon it will break into into the loudest thunder ever recorded. And yet no one will hear it.
This was probably one of my favourite chapters so far. So much goodie goodies happened. Also: FINALLY WE HAVE LIFT OFF! After three chapters of introduction fluff, we can finally get to the good stuff! Four detentions given to the 'Train Groupies' (Don't worry, I have a better name for them - but that's in the future) Three Superfluous trio, Two split personalities, and one really pissed off Tori!
Also, the 'Muggle Master' is a play on 'Potions Master' because the two are similar in a way. They also really are not. INTERESTING CHARACTER FACT:
Ruby's parents went to Mahoutokoro School of Magic.
ALL Questions, Comments, Schemes, Conspiracies, Queries, Ships, Art, Theories and Suggestions are appreciated ~ as long as they are appropriate. (Which means don't be a lil' douche)
