A/N: As I sit here writing this, I just realized . . . I'm not J.K. Rowling and nor have I ever been.
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Now, a Memory Refresher!
Previously on Acquaintances:
Rose Weasley, Ravenclaw, helps her cousin and brother set up a room for Albus Potter's, Gryffindor, party. Finding out they need certain spells, they have Rose head to the library where she meets up and gets help from Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin.
Chapter Eleven (Watchfulness)
"And you're absolutely positive this will work?"
"No, I am not positive this will work. The only way to find out is by trying, right?"
"Okay, you try first."
"Fine," Rose said, taking out her wand. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see James do so, too, but his wand was in his left hand, unlike Rose's. She always thought it was odd watching him perform spells and such with his wand in his left hand; it was just a weird sight. Or, she could be biased. Once, when she was younger and had been taken to the Potter's house, she had stumbled upon James in the dining room, drawing away, and boy, was he good at it. Ever since then, she would observe his drawing and talk to him. He acted as if it bothered him, but she knew he liked to have company. Rose would always stay until his left hand stopped moving over his canvas which would then trigger a talking session on the completed project.
"Are you staring at my left hand again?" James asked, a smile appearing on his face.
"Oh, shut up," she said with a small smile of her own. Glancing down at the parchment she had written the charms, she clearly said, "Inanima perspici," while performing the wand movements she and her cousin had thought would be best. The two waited for the wall to do something–anything–but it didn't.
"Try the other one, then," the raven-haired teenager said, rubbing chin.
"Okay." Rose readied her wand again. "Inanima transierit." Once again, they waited for something to happen.
"Maybe the spells are too vague," a different voice said unexpectedly. Rose and James turned to the door to see Hugo, Rose's younger brother standing there.
"Merlin, Hugo, don't do that!" Rose exclaimed. "Now get in and close the door!" Hugo did what his sister said, walking over to the book and parchment that were spread over a desk. He idly flipped a page.
"Maybe the spells are too vague," he repeated.
"Fine, fine," Rose said. "The spells are too vague. Help us come up with two different spells, then." The three teens set off to work, James and Hugo reading out various Latin words while Rose jotted them down. "Okay, this should be enough to help us." Next they read the parchment with the instructions to making a charm, applying what they had.
"My turn!" James said excitedly, seizing his wand in his hand once more. He tilted his head down to look at the parchment. "Potest transpire per inanima," he said, moving his wand counterclockwise in a circle, but making a sharp diagonal to the right before he could close the shape.
Hugo whistled, running a hand through his hair. "That's a long one." His sister shoved him as they watched the wall shine purple before abruptly stopping. James and Hugo looked at Rose. "You made it glow purple?"
"I like that color," she defended herself. "Oh, just go see if that one worked!" she snapped, crossing her arms irately. The two boys walked over to the wall. James put a hand on it while Hugo decided to lean his back against it. James's hand went through the wall whereas Hugo fell through it. The only girl in the room laughed.
"Yes!"
"It–it worked," Rose said, a smile taking over her face as Hugo stood up.
"And who helped?" Hugo asked, grinning smugly.
"My Cuz-o Hugo!" James said. "Oh, and Rose," he added at her expression. "Now for the other one. "Perspici potest–"
"Wait!" The oldest of the three stopped immediately.
"What?" Hugo asked. From James's facial expression, he agreed.
"We need something to mark where the wall is," she explained.
"Why?"
"So, when we're cleaning up–no, we will not have the house elves do it!–we know where to move the tables or whatever we place there out of the way to bring the wall back."
"Ah, yeah, you're right." James searched the room until he stopped. "Hey, we're wizards–"
"–Ahem–"
"–and a witch, we can just use magic!" He went over to the corner made by the two walls meeting, pointed his wand at the top of it. The tip glowed blue, and he carefully moved it all the way down the corner, across the spot where the wall and floor met, until he made it to the top other crook. Stepping back he admired his work: two blue vertical lines connected by a blue horizontal line.
"Perfect," Rose said, "continue."
"Right." James read the spell over. "Perspici potest inanima." The wall gradually began to fade away. The two boys went over to the blue line and stepped over it into the neighboring classroom. "Yes!" James cried again. The female redhead followed them in, looking at all of the desks and dust.
"I still don't understand why," Rose started, stopping James and Hugo's whoops of cheer, "if you wanted a big classroom, you just couldn't go find one."
"Cuz-o, we're teenage boys. Where would be the fun in that?"
"Whatever." Rose rolled her eyes. "Who wants to go find Lily?" she asked, watching Hugo pull out his wand to clean up some grime on the floor. "We have a lot of work to do. First of all, should which door should we get rid of?" She pointed to the door of the classroom they had made an entrance into, then the door they had originally come through. "Or, better yet, maybe we should keep both of them in case a professor comes by; that gives more people room to escape."
"Yeah, I like that one," Hugo said about her second option.
"Both doors are staying, then!" James said.
"Wait," Rose said, stopping Hugo in his tracks to the door on his hunt for Lily. "Should we begin decorating now? I mean, the party isn't until a week. Jazzing up the room and just leaving it until party time might give us a higher chance of someone finding it and taking it down."
"Or worse," the oldest of the three said, "they could use it for their own party."
Hugo whistled again. "You're right another time, Rose," he said. "We were in here to make sure the spells worked, right?" The two being questioned nodded. "And they did, so let's put the wall back, get rid of the marker, and come back a few days before the bash and set up, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
James removed the three blue lines as Rose made the wall unable to go or see through, and Hugo dirtied up the area he had cleaned earlier. They looked around to make sure nothing seemed out of place for an empty classroom before, coming to the unanimous decision the room looked fine, gathering up their belongings, and exiting the room on the sixth floor.
"See you guys at dinner. I want to go freshen up and put this parchment in my dorm," Rose said to her brother and cousin.
"You could always freshen up in a bathroom along the way to the Great Hall and take the material with you; it won't hurt," James said, eager to get some dinner.
"I'd rather not."
"Okay, see you there!" Hugo said as he and James ran down the hallway past walking students.
"Be careful!" James hollered over his shoulder. "Constant vigilance!" Rolling her eyes with an amused smile, Rose was about to catch a staircase when a young girl came running up to her.
"Hold on!" the girl said, making Rose stop. Looking at the girl, she saw it was Lynn, the Hufflepuff being tutored by Malfoy.
"Um, yes?"
"Headmistress Vector would like to see you in her office." Lynn took a deep breath and let it out while tucking some of her blonde hair, styled into a neat little bob, behind her ear. A few strands fell back out.
"Did I do something wrong?" The younger girl only shrugged.
"Can I walk with you?" she asked as Rose climbed down a staircase.
"Sure. You're going to dinner, right?"
"Yes."
"Your name is Lynn, right?"
"Yeah, and I know your name is Rose." Lynn tilted her head slightly when Rose nodded.
The pair walked in silence. The redhead was absorbed in her thoughts concerning her being summoned to Vector's office. It did have something to do with whoever attacked her, right? The blonde was wondering if she could ask the Sixth Year a question without seeming too inquisitive. She decided against it, however, and the rest of the walk was in silence.
"Well, bye, Lynn," Rose said, gripping her objects tighter.
"Yeah, bye." As the older girl was walking down the Entrance Hall, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Glancing back, she saw Lynn. "If it's any consolation, I don't think you're in trouble." Rose smiled.
"Thanks." The Third Year nodded, turning back to the Great Hall. Alone once more, the Ravenclaw headed to Headmistress Vector's office, wondering how she was to get in without the password. She needn't fear, though, as the headmistress was standing outside the gargoyle for her.
Smiling cordially, Vector smiled. "I see Miss Holt has found you and relayed the message. Please, let's go in. Sorting," she said to the gargoyle, causing it to shift aside, moving in a spiral motion to reveal stairs. The headmistress stepped on first, Rose behind her. "Have a seat." Once inside, Rose was offered a seat and she sat quietly waiting for her elder to take her own chair.
Clearing her throat, the younger girl said, "Is this about my attacker, Headmistress?"
"Yes it is, indeed. Lemon candy?" An ornamented small glass bowl was pushed toward her. Rose knew there was always some sort of sweet given to students or faculty or visitors. She read in Hogwarts, A History that it had been a tradition ever since Albus Dumbledore had become Headmaster.
She leaned forward, pulling two yellow wrapped treats out. "Thank you." The bowl was pushed to the side as Vector clasped her hands together, settling them on her desk. Rose, unwrapping a lemon drop, took time to examine the leader of the school. Septima Vector, a past Arithmancy professor, was wearing red robes and a pointy red hat, seriousness splashed across her slightly plump face. As an Arithmancy teacher, she had been very strict, and gave plenty of complex work, but she was excellent at her job.
"Miss Weasley." Rose startled out of her assessment wondered if Vector had been looking over her guest as Rose herself had been doing. "Do you remember the night you were assaulted?" She glanced down at something on her desk.
"I think it was a few weeks back toward the beginning of the month. I'm not sure of the date, sorry."
"That's quite all right; Mister Malfoy says it was November seventh as he had to write home to inform his parents he needed a new jumper." Malfoy? Had this been the grounds upon which he had been sent for? "Now, would you rather talk about this or let me take the memory to place in the pensieve?" The pensieve was sitting to the right side–left for Rose–of where Vector was sitting. It appeared to be a hollow basin upon first glance, and, around the outside, there were runes and unusual symbols. Having done a research paper on the object, Rose knew that if she stood up, she would be able to see the substance that revolved around it: memories.
Casting her eyes downward toward her feet, Rose shifted in her chair. Letting the lemon flavored candy melt in her mouth, she thought about her options. Giving up the memory would be more accurate, but, for some reason, Rose wanted to talk about it. She hadn't told anyone about the night, not even her parents. Was that the motive? Perhaps she would send them a letter later on. Licking her lips and fiddling with the hem of her shirt, she looked up.
"I'd . . . like to talk about it."
"Understandable. Go on, if you will."
"Well, around seven o'clock after I had finished my homework, I had made a list of books I wanted to check out of the library for some light reading. As I walking there, Al, my cousin, accosted me. He was going to dinner and wanted to walk with me, but I told him I was going to the library. Funny thing is he went with me instead of just going to dinner."
"So, Albus Potter was there that day?" The headmistress picked up a quill to scribble something down.
"Yes, but he wasn't around when I got assaulted."
"Okay." She wrote something else down. "Sorry to interrupt. Please, continue."
"We went into the library, but every book I had on my list wasn't available. After an hour of searching, the library was closing, so we had to leave. Al thought we had missed dinner, but I told him we could go . . . someplace else to . . . eat." Septima noticed her hesitation and smiled. Rose wasn't sure if she wanted to disclose the information that she and her cousin knew where the kitchens were. "He agreed, and was going to that place when I told him I needed to change. He told me there was no need to change, but I didn't want to ruin my robes. Plus, I wanted to be in something comfortable as I ate.
"He offered to walk me to the Ravenclaw dorms, but I told him it was only a floor up; that I could make it without him. After maybe ten minutes, I got him to go on ahead of me. Then as I was just about to make it up the stairs, some boys came over. Three boys. They started to tell me to do this and that, called me bad names, and one even raised his wand at me."
"Are you able to identify any of the boys? Any recognizable faces?"
"No, but from the attire–it may not have been his for all I know–one was wearing a Slytherin tie, unfortunately. The others were dressed comfortably out of usual dress code, so I'm not sure what House they are in. The one that raised his wand at me might be my age, maybe younger, though I'm basing this on his height. He was kind of short." Rose paused as Vector read something.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just reading something from Mister Malfoy's questioning."
"Well, the short guy–he had brown hair and, I'm not sure, but brown eyes, possibly?–he told me to pilfer the answers for this huge exam in Charms. When I told him I wouldn't, he told me to at least go in, copy the answers and report back to him. Again, I told him no, but this time I asked why he wanted me to do it. One of the other guy–dark black or brown hair; I couldn't see his eye color–informed they would've done it to anyone that was an ideal student they stumbled upon. Ideal so the person wouldn't get accused of stealing if a professor found them. I don't understand why they just didn't take the chance and do it themselves. Not that I condone this kind of behavior or anything."
"I am aware of that. And where was Mister Potter through this? Do you know?"
Rose let out a short laugh. "Yeah, he told me when he visited me in the Hospital Wing that Filch caught him hexing Mrs. Norris. Filch took Al to his office and lectured him before giving him detention and escorting him back to Gryffindor Tower." More scribbling. "Okay, please go on."
"This is where it starts to end," Rose said. "I tried to maneuver around them, but the two in the back stopped me. The third person was kind of tall with brown hair and, again, I couldn't see the color of his eyes. The short guy, when I tired to pull out my wand, disarmed me, and then . . . I don't remember anything. They may have knocked me unconscious before levitating me in the air. For what? I have no idea. Plausibly, they could have been having some fun and didn't know the Counter-jinx."
"You found out you were levitated in the air?"
"Yes, Headmistress, Madam Pomfrey let me know. And I think they may have tried to Confund me or erase my memory of the account because when I woke up I had a slight headache." Vector went over some of the descriptions of the boys with Rose to make sure she had written them down correctly before Al's disappearance. "One more thing," Rose said.
"Okay." Vector nodded, urging her to continue.
"A day I was in the Hospital Wing, the short Slytherin came in, feigning sickness. Madam Pomfrey went off to get him a potion for it and he came to my bed. He . . . told me I should have done as I was told. That if I had I wouldn't have been in there."
"Thank you, Miss Weasley. If that is all." Rose stood to leave, still clutching her parchment. "Would you like a lemon drop or two to go?" The glass bowl was pushed forward again. Smiling, the redhead took three.
"Thank you," she said, exiting the office.
A/N: Please review! I hoped this answered a majority of your questions! If it didn't, just ask a question in a review, and I'll answer it next chapter post!
So, I don't know how other authors make up spells, but I went to Google Translate and translated it from English to Latin, so I hope they are right! :) But they're probably not since one word can have so many other meanings . . .
Inanima perspici (is supposed to mean) - "See through inanimate objects"
Inanima transierit (is supposed to mean) - "Go through inanimate objects"
Perspici potest inanima (is supposed to mean) - "Able to see through inanimate objects"
Potest transire per inanima (is supposed to mean) - "Able to go through inanimate objects"
And don't ask about "the spells being to vague." I just wrote it. Please point out any mistakes (besides the Latin, anyway)!
