I have a drawing on the light fey on my tumblr art account, whose link is in my account description.
Hello everyone! How you all doing in quarantine? Me, I'm bored af. I'm so bored that I could beat those bored animal memes on the internet. How? I don't know. I'm just rambling on whatever sounds good.
Also, who else has APs coming? Cause I'm dying of studying! I have Physics, Chemistry and Computer Science A. And I'm self-studying for these. It sucks!
Sorry for the delay, I had a bit of a writer's block and whenever I could never sit and write for too long because I had to study. But I'm back people.
Anyways let's get back to work. New chapter up!
Song for this chapter is 'Crazy = Genius' by Panic! At the Disco.
At first, I wasn't sure whether Peter would tell his friends about his new job or not.
I suppose I should have known that he wouldn't as he was such a coward, but I was curious.
Umbridge had owled me the other day, informing me of how Peter had taken up the job, so I had toned down the manipulation a bit, instead watching.
It was intriguing seeing how Peter lied to the Marauders, how he easily threw away all his 'morals' for the sake of a bit of money and power, how he would sometimes fidget nervously and how the other Marauders wouldn't ever notice.
It was interesting to see everyone's actions and reaction to this situation, most of them not even knowing what the situation was.
Like a psychological experiment.
A chaotic group of voices caught my attention.
It was the coming from the group of Slytherins exiting the Charm's classroom.
I recalled a memory.
Lisa quietly opened the doors of the Charms classroom, groaning as the sack she was holding shuddered jerkily.
She peeked through the crack in the door to make sure she was in the right class. Surely enough, she spotted the group of 3rd year Slytherins and Ravenclaws in the classroom.
They seemed to be practising 'Lumos Maxima'. Ironic, considering what was about to happen.
She nudged the door open further, just enough that she could poke an arm in and bit her lip in concentration.
She brought her arm back and then using the momentum swung it forward through the opening of the door and released the sack.
The sack landed with a thud inside the Charms classroom, attracting its inhabitants' attention.
Flitwick squeaked in surprise while the students stilled in their work.
He moved forward towards the sack.
It started buzzing.
Lisa grinned as she saw the third-year Ravenclaws and Slytherins peer over their desks to look at the sack whose buzzing was increasing by the minute.
She edged forward herself as Flitwick approached the sack.
The opening of the sack shifted.
Little buzzing creatures flew out of the sack, their faces mirroring Lisa's own mischievous grins.
They were off-white, with hues of blue and pink on them. Their wings were translucent silver in colour, and their hands and legs ended in clawed paws. They had elf-like ears, a long-pointed nose and wide midnight-blue eyes. Their long, straight, open light blue hair flowed behind them.
What was most amazing about them was the little bulges they had on their backs which glowed like one of those muggle bulbs, giving them their names-
Light Feys.
At first, she heard some people sigh and squeal about their beauty. These soon turned into exclamation of horror as the dainty feys started flying all about.
All hell broke loose.
The first thing they did was grab Professor Flitwick's wand and throw it out of the window.
Then they flew about. Throwing books off the table, ripping pages, upsetting ink bottles, pulling on student's hairs and cloaks, throwing the wizarding hats about like a frisbee.
One of the clever little bastards had somehow gotten his hands on a pair of scissors and was gleefully gliding around snipping at people's robes.
Most amusing were the feys who had gotten their hands on the wands. They waved it about, laughing maniacally, emitting loud explosions and puffs of smoke.
Lisa's laughter was muffled by the sound of the student's screams, half of whom were swatting the feys away with books while the remaining were taking cover under their desks.
She had gone looking for the feys near the lake's harbour, as Xenophilius had suggested, only to be disappointed for there was nothing over there except for seaweed and the occasional fishes. That part of the lake was so shallow that not even Grindylows could be spotted there.
Then taking Pandora's advice, she headed towards the Forbidden Forest. She wasn't an idiot, she didn't venture too far into the forest with her rudimentary skills in magic, just the edges.
She had searched there for more than hour and was giving up hope when she came across a colony of Bowtruckles.
She acquired some woodlice, which she had come across before, to feed them and they then happily told her of the existence of these Light Feys among a clump of Scots Pines.
Catching the feys had been the hardest part of her trip.
She remembered having cursed her lack of foresight. She should have learned the summoning charm before coming. All she could do was conjure a sack from a patch of trees and then chase after the feys trying to catch them.
Let's just say that was not an experience she wanted to revisit.
Professor Flitwick had finally managed to summon his wand. He pointed it upwards and screamed loudly, "IMMOBULUS!"
The chaos stopped. The feys now dawned looks of shock as they floated through the air. Their motion down so much that a slug could have won in a race against them.
Flitwick waved his wand again, and the feys all shot forward, heading straight towards the sack that still lay motionless on the ground. Once each of the fey had entered the sack, Flitwick waved his wand again, conjuring a rope which tied itself around the mouth of the sack.
Lisa took in the aftermath of the whole fiasco.
The room looked like it had been holding a tornado in it. Portraits on the walls had been upset, books and parchments littered the floor, ink splattered all over them, quills were ripped and even a table had been upset, which shocked her as she hadn't realised those little Feys had enough strength to do that.
Flitwick's hair was sticking up in one direction and his robes were a crumpled mess.
The students' states ranged from just-rolled-out-of-bed dishevelled to been-in-a-duel-with-a-powerful-wizard dishevelled.
She might have felt bad if she didn't know that all this would be fixed by Flitwick.
The most amusing was the state of four particular Slytherins.
Jack Bulstrode seemed to have a whole bottle of ink upset on him, the liquid pouring down his face. Janice Parkinson had her eyebrow burned off; her face covered with soot. Makinson Fawley had fainted, and Barty Crouch Jr had apparently gotten attacked by the scissor-holding Fey, for his robes were in shreds and even had a whole arm-sleeve missing.
Lisa's eyes widened as she saw Professor Flitwick marching in the direction of the door.
He billowed. "Who's there?" which sounded funny in his high-pitched voice.
She hastily pulled out her wand and muttered, "Colos Verbo," before she rushed off, pressing her lips together to prevent her chuckles from exiting her mouth, leaving the word 'Incendies' hovering over the Charms classroom.
"What are you smiling about?" asked James.
"Huh-" I said, breaking out of my reverie, "Oh- nothing. Just recalled something funny."
"Okay," James said nodding.
My eyes fell on Peter.
"By the way boys, I forgot to tell you all. I have some business to attend to from 11th. I will be leaving Hogwarts so you all have a few days off. I'll return a day before the first task."
"Sweet," Sirius muttered grinning so happily that I was sure his face would split from the grin.
The only person who could rival his happiness was Peter. He looked like Christmas and his birthday had come early, and would last for a whole month.
You see, 11th is Peter's first day of his new job. I knew he wouldn't have the foresight to think of a reason as to why he was going to the Ministry especially as he supposed to be with me at all times, so I offered it to him on a silver platter.
How fortunate that Mica was to leave Hogwarts for a while on the exact day that Peter had to leave for his job?
Too fortunate.
"Thank god," James groaned, "I haven't seen Lily in ages!"
Remus rolled his eyes, "It's been a week James."
"Moony do you hear yourself?" James exclaimed, "A WEEK!"
"Shut it drama-queen," Sirius said.
"Oh, look who's talking," James fired back.
"The person whom you've corrupted into your ways of dramatization," Sirius said pointing accusingly at James.
Remus sighed, "I shouldn't have said anything."
I chuckled at their conversation.
My eyes fell on Peter who wasn't paying attention to the conversation around him, rather he was looking down.
Tying, and failing, to hide his smile.
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