DISCLAIMER: The spell idea, spell words and Trent,are copyright me. This story will not have ALL of the things the books did, as I am not highlighting Harry and his friends, only Natasha and her POV, for future knoweldge.
Side Note: Even though it's kinda late for this, I am saying so I do not receive flames on something I already know. YES, I accidentally goofed up on the year, I learned this last night, when I had to look in the second book for something. If you feel like getting on my case anyway, go ahead.
Time Setting: Next day
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"-pronunciation must be loud and clear, when chanting, or the result will get you nothing. You may now begin."
My focus falls from McGonagall's stern look, to the object in front of me. A small, smooth round pebble, with a grayish tint to it, rests near the table's edge. The assignment today is to change this solid object, into a bubble, that floats in the air, then change it back, before it pops. Already to my left and right, before are trying it.
"Kafeticus Jamp." Focusing as I speak, the pebble becomes clear and rises into the air. "Pampkenus." Instantly the bubble becomes a gray tone and falls to the desk. I reach out and catch it, then set it down and add another from a small pile to it. Repeating the same thing over, I finally stop when I have completed the task. Glancing around, I see a few almost done, the majority working on one, which keeps popping as a bubble.
A girl shrieks as her pile of pebbles that was in the air starts flying around. Focusing on her stones, I point my wand at where they are breaking off from. "Angonatis!" The pebbles cease with their flight and drop to the ground. She becomes a deep red as everyone looks to her and says a soft "Thanks" at me. I nod and look over to Professor McGonagall, knowing what is going to come next. Professor McGonagall opens her mouth to speak and her voice is replaced with the bell. Quickly, I gather my things with the others and head out.
"Natasha, please stay after." I stop in my tracks as I hear her voice.
She waits until the others exit fully, her stern look ceasing for a moment. "You studied this summer, to know the ceasing spell."
"Yes Professor McGonagall. My parents urged me to be ahead of my studies."
"Then they were wise to do so. You have won Slytherin 10 points. Good work."
I grin and nod "Yes Professor, thank you."
She nods, her gaze flicking over to the door as Gryffindor 4th years begin to filter in. "You may go now, I would not want you late for Field."
"Goodbye Professor McGonagall." I call and turn.
Walking out, I causally pretend to bump into the Weasley twins as they come in. My elbow hits one in the side, my actions covered with the flow of students coming in. A smirk comes over my lips as the one I hit cries out in alarm. Holding my head higher, I walk away causally, not caring if he finds out, who did it.
Making it field in time, I move over to Leah. "Hi Leah, I just won Slytherin 10 points for knowing the ceasing spell."
She looks to me, a smile on her lips. "That's great, 'Tasha. It looks like that studying really did pay off. You'll have to tell Chelsa when she returns from "WilliamLand"."
"WilliamLand? Is that national?" I tilt my head, curious.
"Sorry, I forgot you aren't used to the way American's speak. When someone says "WilliamLand" or basically, any name that belongs to a love interest, with the word "land", they mean, until they come back mentally from twiterpation."
"Oh. I suppose that makes sense. Where is Chelsa, anyway?"
"I'm right here. William stopped me in the hallway to tell me something." Chelsa makes her appearance, fashionably late however. Her hair done up in a bun, face powered and eyelids dotted with eye shadow.
Looking over to her, I raise an eyebrow lightly "Chelsa, you won't see William until dinner and that's in several hours, not several minutes."
"This isn't for him, it's a dare. He likes me JUST the way I am." A blush comes over her cheeks.
"Who gave you the dare-" My eyes narrow, suspious.
"Attention class, get in your lines and get on your brooms. Today we shall practice curves." Professor Hooch, cuts me off."Your partner shall be the person who are facing. While one is flying, the other must observe them and stop them from falling off, as these old brooms tend to make one buck at times." She waits until we have all taken out places then contiues"Everybody ready? Go!"
Moving over to a spot, I look over and a smirk comes over my lips. Ginny Weasley. Holding my hand over my hand over my broom I say "up", then climb onto it. Across from me, Ginny nervously gets on her broom. We hear the word go and I kick off the ground hard. I glide over to a spot and wait for her.
"I don't trust you, Natasha. You chose me purposely, so you can pick on me." Ginny says to me, when she reaches me.
I smirk at her. "It's not my fault no one wanted to be with you. They probably thought you would bust into flames when your red hair got near the sun."
She opens her mouth to say something, then shuts it and opens it a few seconds later. "If it did it would torch that unnatural pale skin of yours and reveal what you really are!"
"You would die of fright before you could even touch me, I Weasley /I. If you didn't use all your brains to come up with that comment, then you can make sure my broom doesn't buck me off and remember this, Weasley." I sneer at her. "You wouldn't want to mess up like your brother and Potter did with their entrance. Your head would explode from all the embarrassment."
Before she can respond, I turn my broom and shoot forward. Slowing to a slower speed, I curve in the air and fly back to her. My broom falters only once, when I curve. She looks at me and proceeds to take her turn. Her broom hardly makes the curve, before plunging straight down, then up, again. Reaching me, she does a poor attempt at hiding her fear. I shrug my shoulders.
"There was no need to help you, unless you stayed plunging down. Draco says the brooms have minds of their own and if you're afraid to fly, they'll act up even more. My father made Draco and I learn to fly, so I we /I wouldn't choke up. Its to bad your family can't afford to buy I each of you /I your own broom."
Ginny's ears turn bright red. "Dad and mum say I'll receive Ron's old broom, it's much more broken in then any new one and easier to handle."
I sneer "New brooms are much better then used ones, of course you'll never know the feeling of a new broom, so you'll have to dream. While you dream, I'm going to practice my curves, before I get a bad grade in this class near the start of the term."
I turn as she frowns and go back to practicing. When it finally is time to come down, I have perfected my curve on the shaky broomstick. My feet touch the ground and I begin to move off, when it tips and shoots right into the ground. Falling on my butt, I quickly get up and brush myself off. No color seen on my pale cheeks as I pick up the broom and set it down properly.
Professor Hooch appraoches me. "Are you all right, Natasha?"
"Yes Professor Hooch, I am. A small fall can not break anything." I flash her a grin, while inside I remind myself not to get that broom next time.
"Except your pride, I Malfoy /I." A Gryffindor shouts, before collapsing into laughter.
"That will be enough, Trent. 2 points from Gryffindor, class is now dismissed." Professor Hooch says.
I walk over to Chelsa and Leah, joining them as they walk towards the building. "Nice one, 'tasha. You didn't even say anything and the professor still extracted points."
"Are you planning on getting him back for that?"
"No, I am not even going to bother with one small comment like that, Ginny Weasley is more fun to torment. Although I might Gryffindors soon, IF they mess up." I reply calmly, a smirk on my lips.
Side Note: Even though it's kinda late for this, I am saying so I do not receive flames on something I already know. YES, I accidentally goofed up on the year, I learned this last night, when I had to look in the second book for something. If you feel like getting on my case anyway, go ahead.
Time Setting: Next day
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"-pronunciation must be loud and clear, when chanting, or the result will get you nothing. You may now begin."
My focus falls from McGonagall's stern look, to the object in front of me. A small, smooth round pebble, with a grayish tint to it, rests near the table's edge. The assignment today is to change this solid object, into a bubble, that floats in the air, then change it back, before it pops. Already to my left and right, before are trying it.
"Kafeticus Jamp." Focusing as I speak, the pebble becomes clear and rises into the air. "Pampkenus." Instantly the bubble becomes a gray tone and falls to the desk. I reach out and catch it, then set it down and add another from a small pile to it. Repeating the same thing over, I finally stop when I have completed the task. Glancing around, I see a few almost done, the majority working on one, which keeps popping as a bubble.
A girl shrieks as her pile of pebbles that was in the air starts flying around. Focusing on her stones, I point my wand at where they are breaking off from. "Angonatis!" The pebbles cease with their flight and drop to the ground. She becomes a deep red as everyone looks to her and says a soft "Thanks" at me. I nod and look over to Professor McGonagall, knowing what is going to come next. Professor McGonagall opens her mouth to speak and her voice is replaced with the bell. Quickly, I gather my things with the others and head out.
"Natasha, please stay after." I stop in my tracks as I hear her voice.
She waits until the others exit fully, her stern look ceasing for a moment. "You studied this summer, to know the ceasing spell."
"Yes Professor McGonagall. My parents urged me to be ahead of my studies."
"Then they were wise to do so. You have won Slytherin 10 points. Good work."
I grin and nod "Yes Professor, thank you."
She nods, her gaze flicking over to the door as Gryffindor 4th years begin to filter in. "You may go now, I would not want you late for Field."
"Goodbye Professor McGonagall." I call and turn.
Walking out, I causally pretend to bump into the Weasley twins as they come in. My elbow hits one in the side, my actions covered with the flow of students coming in. A smirk comes over my lips as the one I hit cries out in alarm. Holding my head higher, I walk away causally, not caring if he finds out, who did it.
Making it field in time, I move over to Leah. "Hi Leah, I just won Slytherin 10 points for knowing the ceasing spell."
She looks to me, a smile on her lips. "That's great, 'Tasha. It looks like that studying really did pay off. You'll have to tell Chelsa when she returns from "WilliamLand"."
"WilliamLand? Is that national?" I tilt my head, curious.
"Sorry, I forgot you aren't used to the way American's speak. When someone says "WilliamLand" or basically, any name that belongs to a love interest, with the word "land", they mean, until they come back mentally from twiterpation."
"Oh. I suppose that makes sense. Where is Chelsa, anyway?"
"I'm right here. William stopped me in the hallway to tell me something." Chelsa makes her appearance, fashionably late however. Her hair done up in a bun, face powered and eyelids dotted with eye shadow.
Looking over to her, I raise an eyebrow lightly "Chelsa, you won't see William until dinner and that's in several hours, not several minutes."
"This isn't for him, it's a dare. He likes me JUST the way I am." A blush comes over her cheeks.
"Who gave you the dare-" My eyes narrow, suspious.
"Attention class, get in your lines and get on your brooms. Today we shall practice curves." Professor Hooch, cuts me off."Your partner shall be the person who are facing. While one is flying, the other must observe them and stop them from falling off, as these old brooms tend to make one buck at times." She waits until we have all taken out places then contiues"Everybody ready? Go!"
Moving over to a spot, I look over and a smirk comes over my lips. Ginny Weasley. Holding my hand over my hand over my broom I say "up", then climb onto it. Across from me, Ginny nervously gets on her broom. We hear the word go and I kick off the ground hard. I glide over to a spot and wait for her.
"I don't trust you, Natasha. You chose me purposely, so you can pick on me." Ginny says to me, when she reaches me.
I smirk at her. "It's not my fault no one wanted to be with you. They probably thought you would bust into flames when your red hair got near the sun."
She opens her mouth to say something, then shuts it and opens it a few seconds later. "If it did it would torch that unnatural pale skin of yours and reveal what you really are!"
"You would die of fright before you could even touch me, I Weasley /I. If you didn't use all your brains to come up with that comment, then you can make sure my broom doesn't buck me off and remember this, Weasley." I sneer at her. "You wouldn't want to mess up like your brother and Potter did with their entrance. Your head would explode from all the embarrassment."
Before she can respond, I turn my broom and shoot forward. Slowing to a slower speed, I curve in the air and fly back to her. My broom falters only once, when I curve. She looks at me and proceeds to take her turn. Her broom hardly makes the curve, before plunging straight down, then up, again. Reaching me, she does a poor attempt at hiding her fear. I shrug my shoulders.
"There was no need to help you, unless you stayed plunging down. Draco says the brooms have minds of their own and if you're afraid to fly, they'll act up even more. My father made Draco and I learn to fly, so I we /I wouldn't choke up. Its to bad your family can't afford to buy I each of you /I your own broom."
Ginny's ears turn bright red. "Dad and mum say I'll receive Ron's old broom, it's much more broken in then any new one and easier to handle."
I sneer "New brooms are much better then used ones, of course you'll never know the feeling of a new broom, so you'll have to dream. While you dream, I'm going to practice my curves, before I get a bad grade in this class near the start of the term."
I turn as she frowns and go back to practicing. When it finally is time to come down, I have perfected my curve on the shaky broomstick. My feet touch the ground and I begin to move off, when it tips and shoots right into the ground. Falling on my butt, I quickly get up and brush myself off. No color seen on my pale cheeks as I pick up the broom and set it down properly.
Professor Hooch appraoches me. "Are you all right, Natasha?"
"Yes Professor Hooch, I am. A small fall can not break anything." I flash her a grin, while inside I remind myself not to get that broom next time.
"Except your pride, I Malfoy /I." A Gryffindor shouts, before collapsing into laughter.
"That will be enough, Trent. 2 points from Gryffindor, class is now dismissed." Professor Hooch says.
I walk over to Chelsa and Leah, joining them as they walk towards the building. "Nice one, 'tasha. You didn't even say anything and the professor still extracted points."
"Are you planning on getting him back for that?"
"No, I am not even going to bother with one small comment like that, Ginny Weasley is more fun to torment. Although I might Gryffindors soon, IF they mess up." I reply calmly, a smirk on my lips.