Chapter 6- Defense my ass!
It was early the next morning when Hunter came down for breakfast, he just so happened to have seen Rando pick on Lee. He danged her book above her head and tried to get her to reach up for it. However, despite how annoyed Lee looked, she just pulled out another book and began to write. Batista took that one away from her as Ric Flair took the third book. To make matters worst. Rando stood on top of the table and began to read aloud what she wrote. "NO! Stop it please!" she begged.
"It started at the Air Canada Center, the Game. Triple H was on his way to the ring… the ring? What the hell are you writing about?" Rando flipped though the pages more and more only to smile and laugh at the contents. "Get this! She's writing us as wrestlers!"
"So that's what she's been up to." Hunter muttered. Lee was nearly in tears before Mel came to the scene. Kane sat back and watched his woman at work. She was feisty! First thing she did was trip Rando by taking a shot at his legs; He fell onto the table where Mel held him down by the neck. "You want to breath, you give those back NOW" she snarled.
Batista tried to interfere as did Flair, however Kane kept them at bay, he knocked the books from their hands and set them off to the side. Mel managed to get the last book from Rando just as he turned blue in face. "If it's not yours, don't take it. If you weren't asked to read it… DON'T!" she hissed to him before releasing her grasp. Rando choked out and rushed out of the room. Mel gathered the remaining books and placed them back into the hands of Lee.
"Thank you, not many stand up for my stories," she whispered shyly.
Mel only smiled and watched Lee walk off. "You've read some haven't you?" Hunter asked of her.
She only smiled. "I like the way she describes Kane. The Big Red Monster… or Machine. Either way." She grinned as her attention turned to Kane. He gave only a half smile back to her before they both left the main room.
Chris shuttered aloud. "God, I am so glad our room isn't next to theirs!"
"You and me both" Hunter whispered in reply.
Later.
On his way to the defense against the dark art class, Hunter Potter noticed Kane alone in the Griffengree common room. He looked rather depressed. "Hey, where's Mel?" he asked. Normally those two have been inseparable!
"She was called back home, I don't know why. I got nothing to do!" Kane growled lowly.
Hunter decided to leave then and there, knowing that tone of Kane; he was bound to do something quickly about his boredom.
Hunter had just sat down for his class with the new teacher Professor Gracebridge. He wasn't expecting much from her… he glad he set his standard that low too. The moment class started she introduced a new program of defending ones self again 'the dark arts' however with her method… it was as if the dark arts didn't exist at all! "Where's the spells?" Chris asked as his hand went up.
"Spells? Don't be stupid. You don't need spells. In my class you will be using your thinking power more than your other powers. Doesn't that make more sense to you? The Corporation would much rather have you read about spell in a safe environment than to actually do them" she questioned.
"What good is that going to do out in the real world? I mean hell! Why not just give us to Vincemort with a bow on our heads!" Hunter yelled aloud.
"ENOUGH!…" Her moment was interrupted as the door to the room burst open, Kane walked in without a worry or care of being late. He sat in the back of the classroom and put his feet up on the desk. This infuriated Miss. Gracebridge. "Oh, late arrival, are we? Feet off the desk and open your book" She ordered.
Kane didn't. He expressed no interest in doing so. However he did pick up the book and snickered to the cover of little children smiling about nothing. "So, a book is going to protect us from Vincemort huh?" he questioned.
Miss Gracebridge lost her smiling composure, her lips twitched to the name. "I'm sure you have all heard the rumor of a certain, dark sorcerer returning… but I can assure you, it's a bunch of lies"
"To hell it's a bunch of lies, I saw it my self you pink crazy bi…"
"Those who would wish to speak raise their hand!" she snapped back at Hunter. "Mr. Potter, detention!"
"Oh, that's original, unable to come up with another lie to force the bull going down everyone's necks. How… nice of you to make such a comfort zone teach" Kane spoke aloud.
"You, detention as well! What is your name?" she demanded.
Kane said nothing at all at first, he only sat contently at the desk and uttered. "You will learn in due time" just as the words left his lips, did all the books catch ablaze. The classroom was in utter panic, however Hunter just stared at the burning book. It was the only good thing to come out of this class.