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Chapter three
The bell in the highest tower of Durmstrang clanged noisily, awaking every last student at five in the morning. Olly folded her pilow over her ears and moaned into it. "Surely it can't be morning already?" Olly asked in her mind, and the other awake and aware part of her answered "Yes, so get your lazy rear out of bed or you'll be late!"
Olly nearly fell over trying to get untangled from her bedding and Davita laughed at her from their little bathroom.
"Shush it, Davi,"Olly snorted, half awake and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Davita yawned and nodded her head in a slight apology while she brushed her glossy blonde hair. Olly wobbled over to the sink and began to wash her face. The ice cold water woke her up speedily and, soon, they both were ready in fresh red robes, hair in braids (a uniform rule), coats, boots, hats, gloves, books, bags, and in Olly's case, a pocketfull of sweets.
Olly headed out the door and down to breakfast with a large group of people she had never really cared for. Someone slammed their hand into the back of Olly's head with a great force, tipping her over, but she caught her balance and began to walk faster.
It can be said the most of the Durmstrang students were burly, strong, and most of all dumb, but it was the ones the weren't that stood out. For instance: Catty was smart, witty, and, yes, scrawney, but she also had a biting tounge, and even bullys don't like to have their own feelings hurt. Bolivar wasn't the brawniest guy you've ever known, but he was funny, and people who were smart enough to have a sence of humor appriciated a good laugh. Olly didn't even know what she and Petier were, no one else did, and that created problems.
Olly entered the hall and sat down next to Petier, who seemed like he had gotten no sleep at all. He yawned and waved to her then turned back to the door and waited. It was a custom at the school; no one could eat untill all were present for breakfast. It was considered one of the worst rules by many students because many were sound sleepers and did not enven hear the bell toll. Olly listened to her stoumach growl as the hall grew steadily more crowded. At last a first year popped in the door to many hollers and shouts of cruelness and the food appeared on the table suddenly.
"God bless,"sighed Olly in a rather hurried grace. She dipped her spoon into a pot of hashbrowns and was soon stuffing her mouth with all the energy she'd need till noon lunch break.
"Ya knoe, vis year ve can start a team?"Petier said through a mouthfull of eggs.
Quidditch at Durmstrang was organized in student formed teams. Scince Olly and Petier were now in the right year they could form thier own team, and not just tag around on other's. They had been planning a team ever scince they became friends, the Dragon's Torch, they had dubbed it in second year. But Olly had been having her doubts latly. She had Keeper for the Wolves the year before, a winning team. Why go and reck her luck?
"Yeah, but think about it,"Olly reproached him, swallowing her food,"We'd never even-"
"Don say vut I fink you vill,"Peteir said raising his eyebrows. He put on a high pitched girly voice and continued,"Ve vill nevar have en-ouf players... Our team vill be horr-i-able!... Ve are not poopular en-ouf."
"Got that right!"Catty shouted from down the table causing her friends to explade in laughter.
"You know that cat that was aroud the school last year?"Olly asked Petier while pretending to ignore Catty's taunts.
"No,"Petier answered, almost reading Olly's mind as usual.
"Well, it got rabies and died!"Olly said vengfully to Catty who had been listening for a good spot to jump in and was now glaring at Olly in a terribly evil way.
After a little more discussion about forming a team breakfast was suddenly over. House elfs passed out scheduals to all the students who were all talking rampantly about who was in whose classes.
"Ve are in a lot togever vis year,"Petier said looking over Olly's shoulder.
"Yeah, thats good,"Olly answered, and then had to do a double-take,"I- I made it into level 10!"
Petier just gaped,"Vat is not fair! I am not even understanding my level 5. Some people are juvst too smart. DAA vis one of da hardest classes. Do you knoe I am hating you right now?"
"Are you done whining?"
"No, but I vill congradulate you: Yehaw!"he shouted in mock exitement and all the while collecting strange looks and glares.
"Have you been talking to Fallon?"Olly asked him,"Shes the only one I know who ever says 'yehaw', are you okay?"
"Fine,"he said standing up and pushing his plate away,"Lets go?"
"Yeah," Olly said picking up all her things and heading with Petier to wait in the entrance hall. The bell rang nearly a second after they got out of the door and they were soon being pushed along in a tidal wave of students.
"See you in second block!" Olly shouted to Petier over the din of chattering girls and grumbling boys.
Olly's first class was Divination with Proffesser Watworth. He was a strange man with long blonde hair, a slightly lost look in his blue eyes, a huge nose that seemed to have been broken quite more than a few times, and a slight scence of foretelling. Really all he could See were accidents or complications, and when he did it right you couldn't have seen a happier man. He would literaly shout, to the annoyance of the students and faculty of Durmstrang. But Olly liked him, he had saved her from trouble a lot with his "powers."
He stood by the door greeting his class with a slight smile. He shut the heavy wooden door when the bell rang, exactly. Olly set her bags down at one of the empty round tables, taking time to notice that most of the students in the class wern't exactly friendly with her or she with them. Catty and er minions occupied many tables in the corner of the room. Plus almost the whole Scion quidditch team, who were beaten badly by the Wolves, parcially due to Olly's good goal blocking.
Fallon pranced over to Olly's table and had a seat.
"Wanna compare scheds?"
"Huh?"Olly said.
"Scheduals. Do- you- want- to--"Fallon started.
"I'm not deaf!"Olly shrilled handing over her piece of parchment,"Fine."
"Oooh, we have Potions, and Runes, and Transfiguration, and Charms, and Bibbity Bopity Boo together."Fallon said. Olly was staring at the chalkboard, "You're not listening are you?"
"Wha?"Olly said turning to her with a ditzy smile.
"I swear, you're worse then my sister."
"Am I?"Olly asked,"And just what is that suposed to mean?"
"I--"Fallon started.
Lucky for them, Watworth had stepped up to the front of the room and cleared his throat,"Ahem. Class, this year we have a rather large curriculum, so we will have to work speedily. I need all of your cooperation, lest I loose my job, as the headmaster implied. I will lighten the homework load as long as you make classes go swiftly and smoothly. It is all I ask and expect of you.
"On a happier note, we will be starting with telepathcy, the art of thoughts. Today you will simply try to tap into eachothers thoughts. Even Muggles can do this simple task though they dont realize it sometimes.
"I'm going easy on you today, so dont expect the work to be like this the rest of the year,"Watworth warned,"Now, find a friend and talk. Yes, talk. You can try to read eachothers minds or just finish their sentances. I want no horse-play or goofing off."
"Wow, hes a lot more serious than--"Fallon started.
"Last year. I know, I think Karkahoff is really..."
"Laying the load on him. Thats not right its only..."
"The first day of school. Whoa, this is too strange, how..."
"On Earth did Victor Krum ever graduate?"
Olly laughed, talking to Fallon wasn't as bed as she might have thought,"Acctually I was going to say 'how are we doing this?' but yours was funnier."
"Eeeeewwww!"Someone is Catty's group errupted,"You think hes cute?!"
Catty's eyes were wide and she was turning a shade of magenta. Olly had to laugh.
"Who?"asked Dayle Lolio, a nosy boy who had been in several of Olly's classes.
"MYOB!"Catty shouted as Watworth walked calmly over.
"You girls need to keep quiet. If you want to gossip please do it on your own free time."Watworth said. Then in a whisper almost everyone could hear he added,"He doesn't like you back, and if he did it would never work between you two. Try somone else."
With that everyone in the class who wasnt afraid of Catty burst out laughing. Which means just Olly. Catty flipped her hair and turned around,"What is he? Dear Mida in the Daily Prophet advice columns?"
The next two classes that morning went along swiftly, in a manner of speaking. Bolivar was in Olly's potions class, but luckily so was Petier and they spent the period loudly making fun of little, meek, and mousey Proffesser Squele. Olly got all her pocket candy taken away by Proffesser Froin in herbology when he found her feeding a chocolate frog to a Halvto Dragon Trap. It was lunch hour soon and Olly found herself slumping down the halls alone after a long lecture from Froin.
When she had almost reached to the dining hall there was a clicking on the window pane next to her. She found the usual Great Armbrusting owl waiting to deliver a fresh Daily Prophet, Ministry Muggle Update, and a letter. Her father insisted that she stay in tune with every single Ministry, Muggle, and family event, so she got updates daily. Only usually there was a package of candy from the twins and Olly was a bit dissapointed.
Olly gave the owl a pat on the head and sent him on his way back to the ministry headquarters.She lugged the armful of papers and her bag into the hall and sat down next to Petier who was happily scarfing down all the food he could hold. Luckily the rule didn't apply to any of the other meals or Olly would've been shouted at untill she was thirty, she was that late.
"Hey, Olly,"Grady Grier said uncomfortably from the other side of the table.
"Hey,"Olly said scepticly. Grady had never said much of anything to Olly in all her years at school. Why was he all of the sudden sitting there and acting moderatly friendly? Olly glanced at Petier for a clue to the answer. He was smiling up at her and had amazingly swallowed his huge mouthfull of food.
"Yes?"Olly asked him suspiciosly.
"Olly I'd vike you to meet Grady, the new seeker of Dragon's Torch."
"Petier, I said I didn't---"
"Shhhhhhhh! And I'm not just deflating, he has agreed to be on our team."
"What team?"
"Vhy, only the one ve've been dreaming of scince second year!"Petier said striking a dramatic and corny pose.
"Have you forgotten that I'm here?"Grady laughed,"You seem to be having a two person conversation."
"Sorry,"Petier said in a boss-like tone,"Vets get down to team buissiness. Grady, you can get Cassius Forbes, right?"
"Yup, no problem. He and I are best friends. He'll come along,"Grady said.
"And Olly who can you get?"
"No one. I told you, I gave up,"Olly said rolling her eyes at him.
"Am I going to haf to disown you?"Petier said in a coaxing way,"C'mon?"
"I told you what I thought,"Olly said clearly, unfolding the paper to hide her face.
"We need a good keeper to play--"Petier started.
"Shhh, I have to read this,"Olly hissed from behind the buisiness section. Grady said a quick goodbye and went off to find Cassius while Petier began stuffing his mouth once more. Olly continued though the paper: Dian Desto's album went Orb. Another group of first years arive at Hogwarts. Rita Skeeter's photographer was missing.(Olly remembered the time she had had to kick him off her window ledge at the Ministry Headquarters and thought, "Good ridance.")
The bell rang once more and everyone dropped the food and began to rush to their classes is a virtual flood of red robes. Olly and Petier made their way to Charms class. Olly was still frustrated about the quidditch team. If she didn't agree Petier would likely go on without her, he was a very independent person, he had done it before. As they entered the tower classroom Olly began to negotiate,"Ok, what if I did join the team? We won't ever get enough people."
"Not untill you help recriut,"Petier explained.
Olly sighed, why? oh why, was he making her go through this? She had pretty much gotten on every possible person's case at one time or another. It wasn't very likely they'd just forgive and forget.
Fallon plopped down next to them with a perky-to-crack-glass,"Hey, all!"
"Hi ya,"Petier answered in a strained voice. It was as if he was trying hard to eliminate his accent. The words came out sloppy and slurred, sounding a bit like a southern U.S. accent than anything. Fallon raised her eyebrows.
Olly just nodded and continued to rummage through her bags for one last sugar quill. All she found was a packet of pepper imps that Proffesser Froin had missed. But Proffesser Hollande was so alert, Olly doubted he wouldn't note the smoke.
"Oh, I love those!"Fallon exclaimed.
"Doesn't everyone?"Olly answered."Can't have any now though, Hollande won't like it."
Just then the Proffesser walked into the room, causing the classroom to go quiet. He was a strange man, posessing a certain forboding arua. No one in the school liked him. The reason was unknown, but Olly was always very suspicious around him no matter what he said. Once, in third year, he had asked her to stay after class to talk about the few assignments she had skipped, and Olly had scrambled to get out of the room just quickly enough to yell "I'll be late!" behind her as an excuse. He was a normal looking man: black clean hair, fair hight, Spanish features, but then one spotted his eyes. A sort of invisible glare escaped them, even when he was laughing or smiling, which was often, but it was just strange.
"Hello, class!" He started enthusiasticly,"This year we will be working with medical charms. Get out your books and turn to page twenty six on Lactose Tollerance Charms for the Dairy Challenged. Clever name wouldn't you say?"
The class replied with a few grunts and groans that sounded a very slight bit like an agreement. On the page was a simple diagram of a sparkling wand pointed at the bare stoumach of a middle aged wizard who was moaning and clutching his sides. Olly got queezy looking for the page in the book. Her lip began to shake. If there was one thing she never could stand was blood, or guts, or just about anything that happened when a person got hurt. She had been dreading this class scince she came to school, but it had finally come with all its glory.
"As you can see the man is in distress and with stoumach pain,"the professer continued."All it takes is a simple spell. Darosia Litrostia! Just like that, a very simple and easy to remember spell. And make sure to think about acid while you say the spell."
"What kind-"Lolio began.
"Any kind, but if you insist on knowing, sylic acid provides the most healing powers,"Hollande explained," Now, who's lactose intollerant?"
No one raised their hand. Hollande strolled around the room, looking for a victim."You, young man."
"Me, sir?"Petier squeeked nervously.
"Yes, you. I'd like you to come over here and let me put a simple curse on you,"Hollande said brightly as Petier began to push back his bench and go to the front of the room with a pasty white face. "Don't worry it wont hurt too badly, I'll numb it a bit."
Hollande poked his wand at Petier's stoumach, causing him to moan as if he was just punched. Hollande straightened up and began to speak to the rest of the class. "I have placed a small curse on this young man to demonstrate-"
"My name is Petier,"moaned Petier in a pathetic protest.
"To demonstrate the pain of a severe reaction. Now, who would like to try the spell out on him?"Hollande continued, grinning at the class. No one raised their hand for a moment, but soon a boy called "Brash" by most volunteered and lumbered up to the front of the room.
"Darosia Litrostia,"he said with little enthusiasm. Nothing happened and Petier rolled his eyes, wishing for the pain to just be over.
"Try again,"Hollande urged.
"Darosia Litrostia!"Brash said and nearly instantly Petier was standing up straight, rubbing his now painless stomach. Several more students went up to the front of the room and tried and tried after Hollande had put the cuse on again
"Now who else wants to give it a try?"the proffesser asked after he had applied the curse on Petier for the ninth time. The bell tolled- an angelic sound to Petier, who sighed greatly although he was still in pain. Hollande quickly preformed the antidote and sent Peteir on his way.
"Remind me to never sit in the front of this class,"he said to Olly as they walked down the hallways to their classes.
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Chapter three
The bell in the highest tower of Durmstrang clanged noisily, awaking every last student at five in the morning. Olly folded her pilow over her ears and moaned into it. "Surely it can't be morning already?" Olly asked in her mind, and the other awake and aware part of her answered "Yes, so get your lazy rear out of bed or you'll be late!"
Olly nearly fell over trying to get untangled from her bedding and Davita laughed at her from their little bathroom.
"Shush it, Davi,"Olly snorted, half awake and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
Davita yawned and nodded her head in a slight apology while she brushed her glossy blonde hair. Olly wobbled over to the sink and began to wash her face. The ice cold water woke her up speedily and, soon, they both were ready in fresh red robes, hair in braids (a uniform rule), coats, boots, hats, gloves, books, bags, and in Olly's case, a pocketfull of sweets.
Olly headed out the door and down to breakfast with a large group of people she had never really cared for. Someone slammed their hand into the back of Olly's head with a great force, tipping her over, but she caught her balance and began to walk faster.
It can be said the most of the Durmstrang students were burly, strong, and most of all dumb, but it was the ones the weren't that stood out. For instance: Catty was smart, witty, and, yes, scrawney, but she also had a biting tounge, and even bullys don't like to have their own feelings hurt. Bolivar wasn't the brawniest guy you've ever known, but he was funny, and people who were smart enough to have a sence of humor appriciated a good laugh. Olly didn't even know what she and Petier were, no one else did, and that created problems.
Olly entered the hall and sat down next to Petier, who seemed like he had gotten no sleep at all. He yawned and waved to her then turned back to the door and waited. It was a custom at the school; no one could eat untill all were present for breakfast. It was considered one of the worst rules by many students because many were sound sleepers and did not enven hear the bell toll. Olly listened to her stoumach growl as the hall grew steadily more crowded. At last a first year popped in the door to many hollers and shouts of cruelness and the food appeared on the table suddenly.
"God bless,"sighed Olly in a rather hurried grace. She dipped her spoon into a pot of hashbrowns and was soon stuffing her mouth with all the energy she'd need till noon lunch break.
"Ya knoe, vis year ve can start a team?"Petier said through a mouthfull of eggs.
Quidditch at Durmstrang was organized in student formed teams. Scince Olly and Petier were now in the right year they could form thier own team, and not just tag around on other's. They had been planning a team ever scince they became friends, the Dragon's Torch, they had dubbed it in second year. But Olly had been having her doubts latly. She had Keeper for the Wolves the year before, a winning team. Why go and reck her luck?
"Yeah, but think about it,"Olly reproached him, swallowing her food,"We'd never even-"
"Don say vut I fink you vill,"Peteir said raising his eyebrows. He put on a high pitched girly voice and continued,"Ve vill nevar have en-ouf players... Our team vill be horr-i-able!... Ve are not poopular en-ouf."
"Got that right!"Catty shouted from down the table causing her friends to explade in laughter.
"You know that cat that was aroud the school last year?"Olly asked Petier while pretending to ignore Catty's taunts.
"No,"Petier answered, almost reading Olly's mind as usual.
"Well, it got rabies and died!"Olly said vengfully to Catty who had been listening for a good spot to jump in and was now glaring at Olly in a terribly evil way.
After a little more discussion about forming a team breakfast was suddenly over. House elfs passed out scheduals to all the students who were all talking rampantly about who was in whose classes.
"Ve are in a lot togever vis year,"Petier said looking over Olly's shoulder.
"Yeah, thats good,"Olly answered, and then had to do a double-take,"I- I made it into level 10!"
Petier just gaped,"Vat is not fair! I am not even understanding my level 5. Some people are juvst too smart. DAA vis one of da hardest classes. Do you knoe I am hating you right now?"
"Are you done whining?"
"No, but I vill congradulate you: Yehaw!"he shouted in mock exitement and all the while collecting strange looks and glares.
"Have you been talking to Fallon?"Olly asked him,"Shes the only one I know who ever says 'yehaw', are you okay?"
"Fine,"he said standing up and pushing his plate away,"Lets go?"
"Yeah," Olly said picking up all her things and heading with Petier to wait in the entrance hall. The bell rang nearly a second after they got out of the door and they were soon being pushed along in a tidal wave of students.
"See you in second block!" Olly shouted to Petier over the din of chattering girls and grumbling boys.
Olly's first class was Divination with Proffesser Watworth. He was a strange man with long blonde hair, a slightly lost look in his blue eyes, a huge nose that seemed to have been broken quite more than a few times, and a slight scence of foretelling. Really all he could See were accidents or complications, and when he did it right you couldn't have seen a happier man. He would literaly shout, to the annoyance of the students and faculty of Durmstrang. But Olly liked him, he had saved her from trouble a lot with his "powers."
He stood by the door greeting his class with a slight smile. He shut the heavy wooden door when the bell rang, exactly. Olly set her bags down at one of the empty round tables, taking time to notice that most of the students in the class wern't exactly friendly with her or she with them. Catty and er minions occupied many tables in the corner of the room. Plus almost the whole Scion quidditch team, who were beaten badly by the Wolves, parcially due to Olly's good goal blocking.
Fallon pranced over to Olly's table and had a seat.
"Wanna compare scheds?"
"Huh?"Olly said.
"Scheduals. Do- you- want- to--"Fallon started.
"I'm not deaf!"Olly shrilled handing over her piece of parchment,"Fine."
"Oooh, we have Potions, and Runes, and Transfiguration, and Charms, and Bibbity Bopity Boo together."Fallon said. Olly was staring at the chalkboard, "You're not listening are you?"
"Wha?"Olly said turning to her with a ditzy smile.
"I swear, you're worse then my sister."
"Am I?"Olly asked,"And just what is that suposed to mean?"
"I--"Fallon started.
Lucky for them, Watworth had stepped up to the front of the room and cleared his throat,"Ahem. Class, this year we have a rather large curriculum, so we will have to work speedily. I need all of your cooperation, lest I loose my job, as the headmaster implied. I will lighten the homework load as long as you make classes go swiftly and smoothly. It is all I ask and expect of you.
"On a happier note, we will be starting with telepathcy, the art of thoughts. Today you will simply try to tap into eachothers thoughts. Even Muggles can do this simple task though they dont realize it sometimes.
"I'm going easy on you today, so dont expect the work to be like this the rest of the year,"Watworth warned,"Now, find a friend and talk. Yes, talk. You can try to read eachothers minds or just finish their sentances. I want no horse-play or goofing off."
"Wow, hes a lot more serious than--"Fallon started.
"Last year. I know, I think Karkahoff is really..."
"Laying the load on him. Thats not right its only..."
"The first day of school. Whoa, this is too strange, how..."
"On Earth did Victor Krum ever graduate?"
Olly laughed, talking to Fallon wasn't as bed as she might have thought,"Acctually I was going to say 'how are we doing this?' but yours was funnier."
"Eeeeewwww!"Someone is Catty's group errupted,"You think hes cute?!"
Catty's eyes were wide and she was turning a shade of magenta. Olly had to laugh.
"Who?"asked Dayle Lolio, a nosy boy who had been in several of Olly's classes.
"MYOB!"Catty shouted as Watworth walked calmly over.
"You girls need to keep quiet. If you want to gossip please do it on your own free time."Watworth said. Then in a whisper almost everyone could hear he added,"He doesn't like you back, and if he did it would never work between you two. Try somone else."
With that everyone in the class who wasnt afraid of Catty burst out laughing. Which means just Olly. Catty flipped her hair and turned around,"What is he? Dear Mida in the Daily Prophet advice columns?"
The next two classes that morning went along swiftly, in a manner of speaking. Bolivar was in Olly's potions class, but luckily so was Petier and they spent the period loudly making fun of little, meek, and mousey Proffesser Squele. Olly got all her pocket candy taken away by Proffesser Froin in herbology when he found her feeding a chocolate frog to a Halvto Dragon Trap. It was lunch hour soon and Olly found herself slumping down the halls alone after a long lecture from Froin.
When she had almost reached to the dining hall there was a clicking on the window pane next to her. She found the usual Great Armbrusting owl waiting to deliver a fresh Daily Prophet, Ministry Muggle Update, and a letter. Her father insisted that she stay in tune with every single Ministry, Muggle, and family event, so she got updates daily. Only usually there was a package of candy from the twins and Olly was a bit dissapointed.
Olly gave the owl a pat on the head and sent him on his way back to the ministry headquarters.She lugged the armful of papers and her bag into the hall and sat down next to Petier who was happily scarfing down all the food he could hold. Luckily the rule didn't apply to any of the other meals or Olly would've been shouted at untill she was thirty, she was that late.
"Hey, Olly,"Grady Grier said uncomfortably from the other side of the table.
"Hey,"Olly said scepticly. Grady had never said much of anything to Olly in all her years at school. Why was he all of the sudden sitting there and acting moderatly friendly? Olly glanced at Petier for a clue to the answer. He was smiling up at her and had amazingly swallowed his huge mouthfull of food.
"Yes?"Olly asked him suspiciosly.
"Olly I'd vike you to meet Grady, the new seeker of Dragon's Torch."
"Petier, I said I didn't---"
"Shhhhhhhh! And I'm not just deflating, he has agreed to be on our team."
"What team?"
"Vhy, only the one ve've been dreaming of scince second year!"Petier said striking a dramatic and corny pose.
"Have you forgotten that I'm here?"Grady laughed,"You seem to be having a two person conversation."
"Sorry,"Petier said in a boss-like tone,"Vets get down to team buissiness. Grady, you can get Cassius Forbes, right?"
"Yup, no problem. He and I are best friends. He'll come along,"Grady said.
"And Olly who can you get?"
"No one. I told you, I gave up,"Olly said rolling her eyes at him.
"Am I going to haf to disown you?"Petier said in a coaxing way,"C'mon?"
"I told you what I thought,"Olly said clearly, unfolding the paper to hide her face.
"We need a good keeper to play--"Petier started.
"Shhh, I have to read this,"Olly hissed from behind the buisiness section. Grady said a quick goodbye and went off to find Cassius while Petier began stuffing his mouth once more. Olly continued though the paper: Dian Desto's album went Orb. Another group of first years arive at Hogwarts. Rita Skeeter's photographer was missing.(Olly remembered the time she had had to kick him off her window ledge at the Ministry Headquarters and thought, "Good ridance.")
The bell rang once more and everyone dropped the food and began to rush to their classes is a virtual flood of red robes. Olly and Petier made their way to Charms class. Olly was still frustrated about the quidditch team. If she didn't agree Petier would likely go on without her, he was a very independent person, he had done it before. As they entered the tower classroom Olly began to negotiate,"Ok, what if I did join the team? We won't ever get enough people."
"Not untill you help recriut,"Petier explained.
Olly sighed, why? oh why, was he making her go through this? She had pretty much gotten on every possible person's case at one time or another. It wasn't very likely they'd just forgive and forget.
Fallon plopped down next to them with a perky-to-crack-glass,"Hey, all!"
"Hi ya,"Petier answered in a strained voice. It was as if he was trying hard to eliminate his accent. The words came out sloppy and slurred, sounding a bit like a southern U.S. accent than anything. Fallon raised her eyebrows.
Olly just nodded and continued to rummage through her bags for one last sugar quill. All she found was a packet of pepper imps that Proffesser Froin had missed. But Proffesser Hollande was so alert, Olly doubted he wouldn't note the smoke.
"Oh, I love those!"Fallon exclaimed.
"Doesn't everyone?"Olly answered."Can't have any now though, Hollande won't like it."
Just then the Proffesser walked into the room, causing the classroom to go quiet. He was a strange man, posessing a certain forboding arua. No one in the school liked him. The reason was unknown, but Olly was always very suspicious around him no matter what he said. Once, in third year, he had asked her to stay after class to talk about the few assignments she had skipped, and Olly had scrambled to get out of the room just quickly enough to yell "I'll be late!" behind her as an excuse. He was a normal looking man: black clean hair, fair hight, Spanish features, but then one spotted his eyes. A sort of invisible glare escaped them, even when he was laughing or smiling, which was often, but it was just strange.
"Hello, class!" He started enthusiasticly,"This year we will be working with medical charms. Get out your books and turn to page twenty six on Lactose Tollerance Charms for the Dairy Challenged. Clever name wouldn't you say?"
The class replied with a few grunts and groans that sounded a very slight bit like an agreement. On the page was a simple diagram of a sparkling wand pointed at the bare stoumach of a middle aged wizard who was moaning and clutching his sides. Olly got queezy looking for the page in the book. Her lip began to shake. If there was one thing she never could stand was blood, or guts, or just about anything that happened when a person got hurt. She had been dreading this class scince she came to school, but it had finally come with all its glory.
"As you can see the man is in distress and with stoumach pain,"the professer continued."All it takes is a simple spell. Darosia Litrostia! Just like that, a very simple and easy to remember spell. And make sure to think about acid while you say the spell."
"What kind-"Lolio began.
"Any kind, but if you insist on knowing, sylic acid provides the most healing powers,"Hollande explained," Now, who's lactose intollerant?"
No one raised their hand. Hollande strolled around the room, looking for a victim."You, young man."
"Me, sir?"Petier squeeked nervously.
"Yes, you. I'd like you to come over here and let me put a simple curse on you,"Hollande said brightly as Petier began to push back his bench and go to the front of the room with a pasty white face. "Don't worry it wont hurt too badly, I'll numb it a bit."
Hollande poked his wand at Petier's stoumach, causing him to moan as if he was just punched. Hollande straightened up and began to speak to the rest of the class. "I have placed a small curse on this young man to demonstrate-"
"My name is Petier,"moaned Petier in a pathetic protest.
"To demonstrate the pain of a severe reaction. Now, who would like to try the spell out on him?"Hollande continued, grinning at the class. No one raised their hand for a moment, but soon a boy called "Brash" by most volunteered and lumbered up to the front of the room.
"Darosia Litrostia,"he said with little enthusiasm. Nothing happened and Petier rolled his eyes, wishing for the pain to just be over.
"Try again,"Hollande urged.
"Darosia Litrostia!"Brash said and nearly instantly Petier was standing up straight, rubbing his now painless stomach. Several more students went up to the front of the room and tried and tried after Hollande had put the cuse on again
"Now who else wants to give it a try?"the proffesser asked after he had applied the curse on Petier for the ninth time. The bell tolled- an angelic sound to Petier, who sighed greatly although he was still in pain. Hollande quickly preformed the antidote and sent Peteir on his way.
"Remind me to never sit in the front of this class,"he said to Olly as they walked down the hallways to their classes.
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