Casper High Magic

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Harry looked down at his reflection from a massive metal bucket filled with water. He watched as the reflections of Hermione and Ron came into view, with the latter holding the golden egg. Ron tentatively placed the egg into the water and the trio watched it as it sunk to the bottom. Hermione pulled up her right sleeve before she reached down and pressed the button on top of the egg. Instead of hearing the screeching they expected, the colors the egg produced underwater mystified the trio and they wondered if this was what Danny had first seen under the lake.

Taking in a deep breath, Harry dunk his head into the water and what he heard caused him to quickly get out of the water. Taking several deep breaths, ignoring his friends' words of worry and going back into the water.

Ron and Hermione watched as Harry dunked his head into the water, watching as he looked at the egg intensely underwater. Less than a half minute later, Harry lifted his head from the bucket of water breathing in deeply. He shook his head, causing water to go everywhere, despite how harsh he was breathing, Harry was smiling widely.

"A riddle, it said a riddle." Harry heaved out, he grabbed a towel from Hermione's awaiting grasp. After drying himself, he looked up at his friends with semi-relief.

"What was the riddle?" Hermione asked, she turned around to get her bag where she had placed in the room. She pulled out a quill and parchment, waiting for Harry to say the riddle."

"Come seek us where our voices sound…"

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Danny continued with his search looking for a spell that could help him search for whatever he had to search underwater. Scratching his chin as he ended up with aquatic plant life. "Perhaps… No… There's no I could get my hands on this stuff…"

"Danny."

Danny looked up to see a panting Harry Potter, who is now leaning against a bookcase. He motioned for the other teen to sit across from him, waiting for him to catch his breath.

"I-Hermi-Ron-"

"Breath."

"We solved the riddle." Harry finally said, his hair still damp from earlier. "We solved the riddle, it had to do with lake."

"That much is obvious. Along with the part that we only have one hour." Danny added in, he reached over towards his pile of notes and began to look through it. "My sister looked at the poem and broke down each line."

"She solved the riddle?" Harry asked in shock.

Danny lets out a chuckle. "The only thing I managed to get out of the poem is the underwater bit. Dropping the egg in the water…"

Danny continued to chuckle at the fact that the riddle was, for the most part, solved by him, Jazz and their friends. Well… mainly Jazz. He had written down the poem and she had taken it before going off back to the library. It took her time sure, but in that time, he and the others were coming up with ideas to breath under water and dealing with the Yule Ball.

Yule Ball…. It wasn't all that bad. He danced with Sam, only lost his pants once during the whole night and he made emends with Ha-

Looking over at Harry, Danny saw him looking the other way and his hands were intertwined. He looked regretful and right down pitiful for Danny's taste. "Stop thinking about the lake. Putting it behind you, that's what I'm doing. Clockwork knows I need to put a lot of things behind me…"

"Dan-"

"Like I said the other night, 'let's start anew' and that begins with starting over…. Or would you rather not have me told you about the clue on the egg." Danny deadpanned, slowly inching away his notes back into the bag. He inwardly grinned as Harry began to backtrack, wanting his help with the second task. "Now… where were we…"

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Jazz had to hold herself back from squealing at the sight before her. Hiding behind a massive bookshelf, moving the books to get a clear view of her brother and him mending his friendship. It was about time he started to have some clarity in his life, and it appears that it is finally happening.

"Miss Fenton?"

Jazz nearly toppled over herself as she was caught off guard. She let out a cough to regain some sort of composure and her embarrassment only grew as she realized it was Peter who caught her off guard. "He-hey Peter, how are you?"

Peter looked away from Jazz, his face turning into a lovely shade of red. "I am f-fine, Miss Fenton. I was wondering…"

Peter motioned at the bookcase, wondering what Jazz was doing, or looking at the other side of it.

"Oh, nothing! Nothing!" Jazz laughed nervously, she rubbed her hands together as she tried to come up with her words. She attempted to move the books back in place as naturally as she could, but it looked rather forceful and robotic. "Just… putting away books is all."

"Of… course." Peter reached into his person and pulled out the Quibbler. He scanned through it and stopped when he found the article he was looking for. "I found this, this morning. I-I do not know if you get this but…"

Jazz raised an eyebrow at the sight of the Quibbler. This is the first time she had heard of it, taking the magazine from Peter to look what he wanted her to see. Her eyes widen at the title of the article, along with who wrote said article. "What…"

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He doesn't remember the last time he was able to return to his normal appearance. Being stuck as a… lizard for an unknown amount of time had nearly turned him insane. Day after day, he had to be constantly being under watch from by girl. He hates how she put him on a leash, dragging him everywhere and even dressing him up in dresses.

All he wants to do is to find a way back home and take his place as Ki-

"Now, now Prince… what did we say about you turning back to your humanoid appearance?"

'Oh clockwork…'

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"Why the Quibbler?" Sam asked, plopping herself next to Star who was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room. In her hand is said magazine, opened to Star's latest article. "How did you convince them to publish it?"

"I wanted to… how do you say it? Stick it to Rita Skeeter." Star giggled, she reached over and took hold of the Quibbler. She looked at her article and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at the sight of it. It was, by far, one of the greatest things she had ever wrote in the longest time. "She's no reporter. All she does it lie and bend everything to fit into her perspective or whatever the government wants the world to see. This isn't about looking through rose-tinted glasses, this is about showing the world what exactly is going on and not for one's own gain."

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"…" Star lifted her hair to show Sam her new earrings, bottlecaps. "I commissioned her to make me these with a matching headband, necklace and bracelet. They are getting rather popular with the rest of the Casper High Alumni… of course you wouldn't know… since it's trendy."

"Touché."

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