School of the Chosen
A story by xxacidxx
Benntar William Oram
Year: 2026
Amon Roth was very good at what he did. He would write brilliant stories, and Kinneta would illustrate scenes from the stories. Together they were brilliant. They had both excelled in spells, because they were tutored unlike Hogwarts students. Therefore, they learned faster, and were quite advanced.
However, no one was as advanced in spell-casting as Ebony Stern, who was just as good as Amon and Kinneta, even though she was younger than the two. The Professors were quite amazed with her. Because she was so advanced, she now had the same spell classes as Kinneta.
Pandora was still alone, and was being instructed by goblins, as they felt less emotion than humans. She almost never spoke, and none of the children had ever spoken to her. It was a sad life for her, but she had never lived any other way.
Daxento Webber was a prankster. Over the last year he had set off dung bombs in Ebony's room, made Professor Flame's hair turn bright pink, dyed Emma's skin blue, and put Nose-Bleed Nougat in Professor Lawson's morning porridge. Amon and Kinneta were like his older siblings, and even chastised him on occasion for his daft pranks. The three of them, however, were like family.
The whole school had a big do for Amon's 'Sweet Sixteen' and even Pandora and Ebony showed up. Amon's parents were there as well. Kinneta gave him a beautiful drawing of Persia, along with a large package of Bertie-Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Pandora had even gotten him a rare book with an assortment of long-forgotten words and their meanings. Ebony had cast him a box of Sugar Quills, Daxento gave him a box of Weasley's Wizard Weezes products (George Weasley and his son, Fred, had kept the shop open after his brother's death). His parents gifted him with a set of golden quills whose ink never faded. They ate cakes, pastries, and sweets all prepared by the kitchen house elves. After the meal they had a grand dance (Pandora had already taken her leave), with Daxento playing a variety of dances for them on his guitar, trumpet, and flute. As the Professors, Amon, Amon's parents, and Kinneta danced around the floor, Ebony danced by herself in the centre of the room, her emerald skirts twirling. After awhile everyone but Daxento and Ebony had sat down, just watching. Dax played a soft, slow, Celtic tune on his flute and Ebony danced impeccably on tune, her body winding around with each note.
"It's beautiful, Ben. There is a line of tall trees all around it. The mansion is made of grey stone." It was a soft woman's voice who spoke, her gaze was cast out a window. She had been speaking to a tall, young boy sitting in the back seat.
"Yes, Oak trees. I can feel them." His voice was small and silky. His bright greens eyes stared blankly ahead, as if he could see nothing before him.
"I wish you could see them, dear heart." The woman said softly, as she stroked the boys light red-brown hair. The man who was driving snorted irritably.
"As if." He added to the snort, his eyes never leaving the road.
They entered the driveway and pulled up to the school. Ben's father got out, grumbling over something under his breath. They made their way to the front door, and a bird swooped down landing on Ben's shoulder. It was beautiful brown bird.
"Hello, Elle. Good fly?" The boy asked stroking her head. She cooed fondly at him.
The door opened suddenly and there stood Damon Lawson. "Benntar Oram! How lovely to meet you, at last. Do come in, won't you?" He stepped aside to allow the boy and his parents to enter.
"Now, he's blind, so you better have made sure to get the proper accommodations. He's a klutz. Those damn eyes of his…" His Father said demandingly.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Oram." The man nodded and took Ben's arm.
"This way, Ben." Lawson said leading the boy to the stairs. "My name is Professor Lawson, I'm to be your tutor."
"Pleasure to meet you." Ben said, making his way up the stairs quite easily. His father brought his trunk.
Soon they were in his room, which was clad with browns and greens. Along one wall was an array of plants, which Ben walked to and began to list out at once. Other than that, the room was clad to the others. His mother began to unpack.
"I'll leave you to it then. You were a bit late, so lunch has already been served. Poppy the house elf will bring your food here." With that, Professor Lawson was gone.
His mother hugged him tightly. "We'll talk to you soon, luv." She said kissing his cheeks. Mr. Oram clapped him roughly on the shoulder, but made no vocal goodbye.
They left, and Ben was alone. Soon enough a small female house elf popped into the room in front of Ben.
"Master Benntar, sir. My name is Poppy. I've brought you some lunch. Masters Amon, Kinneta, and Daxento have invited you to Master Amon's room to eat it, sir. Would you just, take my arm sir?" The shrivelled arm of Poppy was gently pushed into Benntar's arm and he walked silently behind her as she led him down the hall.
"How nice of them to invite me…" Ben said quietly. Soon he found himself come to a stop behind the elf. There was a knocking noise and then the sound of the door opening.
"Oh, come in!" This voice was deeper, like that of an older boy. He'd surely gone through puberty. Poppy led him into the room and then conjured his lunch, which she set at a small bedside table that the children had cleaned off and placed a chair before.
"It was nice of you to invite me." Ben said, not sure which direction to speak. Amon grasped his hand and shook it.
"I'm Amon, it's nice to meet you." The same masculine voice spoke again, and Ben shook the hand.
"I'm Dax." A smaller male voice, accompanied by a smaller hand shake.
"My name is Kinneta." This one was a warm female voice and a soft hand shook his gently.
"My name is Ben." He said shortly, with a small smile. "Can I just…?" He reached a cautious hand towards the face or the person who last spoke. He felt the round face of a girl under his finger tips. She had thin lips and a nose with a small point. Ben traced up to her eyes, discovering them to be large. Next he left his hand trail across her brow and then into her hair.
Kinneta stood very still; she was not able to remember ever being touched so gently. "My hair is red, and my eyes are green." She spoke softly.
Ben nodded to her statement with a smile. He reached his hand out, and left it in the air, hoping someone else would let him discover their appearance. A smaller face, that couldn't be much bigger than his own, met it. He traced over Dax's lips gently, then moved up his face taking in all of it.
They all stood in silence, not daring to talk. It was a beautiful sight, allowing a blind person to see you in their own way.
"My hair is a white-blonde, and my eyes are blue." Daxento said in a near whisper, taken by how gentle the boy was.
Next, Amon allowed Ben's fingers to explore his face. Amon closed his eyes and relaxed completely, enjoying the peace this boy brought.
When he had finished, Ben was directed to the seat by Dax.
"It's stew." He said, moving Ben's hands to the silverware and bowl.
"Thank you." Ben said quietly beginning to eat.
The children all looked at each other. They felt very close to Ben already, it was as if they had all been bonded before birth. Well, actually, they had.
