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In History of Magic class, I sat close to the front. Not that I minded really, because it was my favorite subject. Well, it had been my favourite subject, up until this particular incident had occurred. It was a double block, just after lunch on a Wednesday. Professor Bins announced that we would be starting on the discovery of the New World, as well as the re-discovery of old magic, or wild magic as some people called it.

I was overjoyed, because I knew a lot about it, seeing as I was from the 'New World' and practised old magic. I was happy, that is, until Professor Bins began to actually teach the subject.

"Upon the rediscovery of old magic, by one, Jacques Sousseau, the European broad of magic deemed it too barbaric for the use of modern society. Old magic, was conducted by sacrificing the lives of innocent creatures and muggles to their 'Gods'. Everyone should take note that the practise of any old magic is barbaric and frowned upon by the Ministry itself. Anyone dabbling in these practises could be tried in a court of wizarding law and would be charged accordingly," Professor Bins droned on in his usual monotone voice. My hand shot up, he must have had his facts wrong, and after all, he was dead.

"Yes, Miss Valeria?" he addressed my raised hand.

"It's Valerious, you dated a great-great-great aunt of mine before you became a professor. But, I couldn't help but object to your views on old magic? It's taught back at home in Canada and I can assure you that no sacrifices need to be made in order to practise it. As well, the European Ministry for Proper magic use, lifted it's ban on practising old magic in the late 1950's, after an evaluation of the Northern and Eastern Tribes rituals," I stated, I was trying to be as kind as possible, but still standing my ground in the subject.

"No, no Miss Vallery. I'm afraid that no such thing has happened. You really must get your facts checked out. The practise of such a barbaric form of magic is strictly prohibited," he insisted, the tone of his voice not changing in the least bit.

"Valerious, professor. Old magic isn't barbaric in the least bit. It's simply a different form of the magic we practise here. Instead of drawing the magic from wands, the magic is drawn from the elements around us. I practised them back in Canada, and they are legal to practise here, why the hedge witches of the Highlands still practise them, legally might I add." I could feel a hot anger begin to rise in myself, no wonder there was such a stigma towards the magic that was practised back at home. The professors here were going around telling people that they were barbaric and illegal.

"Old magic is in fact illegal and, to put it simply, bad. Now, moving on – " I cut him off, the blood in my veins beginning to simmer hotly.

"Professor, I insist that you do some research regarding the subject, as it seems that your information is outdated. Also, your text book that we are required to get? Wizarding Wars, years 1000 BC to present, only goes to 1928. Your textbook, is outdated as well as your knowledge of European laws regarding magic use." The class around me had changed from snores, to whispers. I saw a student get up and scurry away quickly as Professor Binns rose his pale transparent brows towards me, and took a few, silent and gliding steps towards my desk.

"Miss Variles, I do not like the tone in which you are addressing me in. As well, I hope that you realize that it is I who am teaching this class, not yourself. Considering my many years, which are far beyond yours, I believe that I know exactly what I am talking about, and that facts are in fact not out of date," he said, his voice still monotonous. His calm façade made Aurelia nearly explode with anger, how could he just keep teaching all this rubbish to students?

The door to the classroom creaked open slightly, I didn't see where the noise came from, because I was too infuriated by the audacity of the professor before me.


"Oi!" a voice called from the floor above George and I. We peered up, seeing Katie leaning over the staircase banister that led to Professor Binns' room.

"Afternoon Katie!" I called with a smirk. Her eyes were wide, she looked as if she had just seen Snape dance around with nothing but his skivvies on. The image that my mind conjured made me shudder a little.

"What's poppin'?" George continued for me. I didn't need to see his face to know that his smiled mimicked my own. With a twin, you just knew these things.

"That new girl, the one that you're all over Fred? She's totally mouthing off to Professor Binns!" Katie exclaimed. I groaned a little, obviously George had let something slip to Angelina when he and her had, had lunch together the other day. I glared at George for a moment, he looked to me and feigned innocence with a guilty smile. We turned our attention back to Katie.

"What do you mean?" I asked a little confused at why this was such a big deal to her.

"The man is a ghost," George continued for me.

"He hasn't got any emotion left in him to get a student riled up enough to mouth him off."

She huffed in frustration; it appeared as if she had been running around a fair bit. I wondered if she had already told a few others about the situation. I assumed that if she had, that no one had taken her very seriously.

"You just have to come see it to understand!" she declared, beginning to look a little indignant. George and I glanced at each other, we did not need words to mutually agree that we needed to see whatever had gotten Katie into such a huff.

We ran up the staircase to meet her at the bottom of the other one. She motioned for us to follow her as we ascended the stairs towards the most boring classroom known to wizards and witches alike.

I heard her before I saw her, the tension of the classroom poured out into the small hallway before the doorway. Her voice was obviously angry, although her tone was fairly cool for such heated words. She was going off about such witches in Scotland, and old magic, whatever that was. The term rung a bell, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

The ghostly professors monotone voice shot back at her coolness, the twins stuck their heads in the door, seeing the ghost leaning over the girl's desk, her chest was puffed out and her eyes blazed with contempt. Her intensity was enough to send a small shiver down my spine.

"Professor, I insist that you do some research regarding the subject, as it seems that your information is outdated. Also, your text book that we are required to get? Wizarding Wars, years 1000 BC to present, only goes to 1928. Your textbook, is outdated as well as your knowledge of European laws regarding magic use," Aurelia huffed, her voice starting to lose it's coolness, and begin to gain some heat.

For once, the students in History of Magic, were awake and listening. Some of them were whispering to each other. I had never seen anyone even try to reason with Binns, or debate with him for that matter. I had not ever thought that anyone cared about the subject enough to.

"Miss Variles, I do not like the tone in which you are addressing me in. As well, I hope that you realize that it is I who am teaching this class, not yourself. Considering my many years, which are far beyond yours, I believe that I know exactly what I am talking about, and that facts are in fact not out of date," was the professor's flat reply. The girl bristled before the teacher, rising suddenly from her seat, looking much more imposing than her slim five foot one frame.

"A large amount of years on a person does not always mean that, that person has more knowledge than some one with fewer years. Why, with such a closed mind, I have trouble believing that you can even remember anything after the 1700's. Such as my name, which is not Vallery, Valleria, or Varile, it's Valerious. If you knew the first thing about magical history in the Roman era, you would know that my family reigned over the Roman empire – both muggle and wizarding worlds alike – for a vastmajority of the Imperial epoch!" she yelled in a huff as she gathered her things and stormed out of the class.

She pushed past George and I as the classroom erupted into applause, a huge waft of her scent found it's way to my nostrils. A wave of orange blossoms and green tea washed over me, taking me by surprise and leaving me immobile and mute.

"Fred? Hey! Gred! We should get out of here before Dumbledore gets wind of this." My twin shook me slightly as I snapped out of my stupor. I nodded as we bid farewell to Katie and rushed down to the Great Hall.

"Blimey… that was wicked. I had no clue that, that girl had such a set of balls," George exclaimed as we descended the stairs. There was no sign of Aurelia, I looked around for the set of bouncy curls that I often watched in the hallway transition between classes.

"She's amazing George… absolutely perfect."

"Why Freddie, if I didn't know you better, I'd say that you fancied her." His tone was sarcastic, and he raised a brow and looked at me as if I were an idiot. I kind of felt like one when he looked at me like that.

"Oh sod off. I don't ever tease you about –" George cut me off with a shushand a finger to my lips.

"We aren't talking about that anymore! I mean it!" he commanded and gave a warning punch to my side. It was enough to make me wince slightly before I gave him one in return.

"Get off it! You can't confess something like that and expect me to not hold it against you!"

"Yes I can because I was drunk. So, get off it and find something else to tease me about."

I chuckled at that. "Oh, I've plenty to tease you about, dear brother. But, I thought that you enjoyed having dignity."

He snorted rather loudly, the sound echoing through thee hallways of the school. "You forget, that whatever dirt you have on me, I have something much, much worse on you."

"Well played, brother. Now, to find Lee and inform him of what we have just witnessed."

"Actually, I was thinking, find Lee and then begin the plans for our next prank? We went all weekend without one and I'm feeling a bit of withdrawal," George informed me. I agreed as we continued our march towards the Great Hall, not noticing the pair of bright purple eyes that had been following us down the hall.


A/N: Quick update! Am I on a roll or what? Feedback is appreciated and loved! Anything that you are wanting to see? Am I building the suspense too much? Give me a hand! Cheers,

- GiantKilleress