DISCLAIMER and SIDE NOTES: The word I am using for the levitation spell is not the actual word of course (As I have no book around me to check in.). Natasha is, as always, mine. Also, a big thank you to those who gave me the kind comments on my other story.
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"Today's lesson will be on simple levitation of objects, young students." Professor Flitwick says, promptly after finishing the attendance. His voice continues on, after making sure all eyes are directed at him. "I want you to start with small objects, such as a book or a quill. This will not be as easy as it sounds, however, all I request is you try your best. You may study the book if you wish before doing this. Begin!"
To the side of me, I can hear a book being opened as I turn my gaze away from the pint sized professor and extract my wand from my robe sleeve. My focus falls onto the book in front of me and I aim my wand at it. While I chant, I focus on making the book rise, blocking out all noise, yet, being aware of it at the same time, a quality my father insists I learn. "Risoround book!". The book lifts off the table barely before touching it..again. I frown lightly and try again, this time focusing harder then before making sure to see if lifting from the table, even before I chant it.
Slowly, the the back of the hard covered book leaves the table as I follow through mentally. Seeing it rise even more, being careful not to rush. The book follows my command and reaches high in the air, where a few others are getting their objects too. I steer the book to the side an inch as a falling inkbottle with stopper still in it, falls onto the head of the boy next to me. Moving my wand gently, I move the book around the room, then back to me. My guard is not let down however, until the book touches the desk fully. Wasting no time, I move to the next object, a quill.
"Very good, students. Your assignment for today is to research this charm and work your way to a stack of books, if you have not already. No magic...done...hallways." Professor Flitwick says, the bell sounding and cutting him off and only letting us hear some of the sentence.
I rise from my seat and exit with the others, the whole lot of us heading towards History of Magic. On the way there, I dig through my bag to get my report ready. Reaching the classroom, I pass Professor Binn's desk and place the report down, flashing him a grin. Then I proceed to my usual spot, Chelsa and Leah beside me.
"Did your father and mother pay for sucking up lessons as well as whatever else you take?" Chelsa whispers, to my left.
A smirk appears in the corner of my lips as I look over to her. "It's one of my birth talents. How else would I get on the good side of teachers?"
"Perhaps by turning in work on time, instead of early." Leah speaks up. "If you persist with you're...gift..now, then it might appear as if you have no life and are sucking up."
"William turns in his work early sometimes. He says that is a sure fire way to get a good grade, as long as you don't do it to much and only on tests and the like."
"Then his family is very wise to urge that and besides, I don't turn it in early all the time, if you to hadn't forgotten, we had to turn in the essay today."
Leah opens her mouth to speak as Professor Binn stands up, whatever you could call that for a ghost that is, and begins to speak. "Will you please hand in your essays while I take the attendance, students? Today we will be learning about the Salem Witch trials, so kindly ready your quills for note writing after you hand in your essay."
While he calls out the names, I reach into my bag and pull out my soft black inkbottle, along with my quail feathered quill. Setting them down, I once again bend over and feel for my parchment. I carefully pull out two pieces and rest them neatly on the desk. Hearing my name, I respond properly, not worrying about handing in my essay. To finish off the readying of my supplies, I open the inkbottle and place the quill next to it. Beside me, Leah rolls her eyes at this.
"Natasha, what does it matter if the quill is on the other side of the parchment. It's not like your going to use it right away."
"I like to be neat."
"To each their own." Leah hands in her report, while speaking. "Present."
After Leah's name, Professor Binn sets the attendance parchment on his desk, next to the stack of essays and floats over to the board. Holding a book in one hand, he begins with the lesson. "Compared to the world as we know it now, the ancient times were much harsher. Not at all like the fairy tale's muggles read or even what motion pictures make it out to be. On the contrary, it was quite different and had you been transported there in the time period we are going to discuss, you would have all. The boys excluded of course, been hanged or burned."
"We are going to be discussing the Salem witch trials. Female and male magic users, known as witches and wizards, had been living among the people for some time and not existed in the public eye. Until this obsession, they walked and talked as free and you and I are today. However, in the 18th century a muggle happened to spy upon a female practicing her powers and went nearly insane, starting this era action...."
While he speaks, I pick up my quill and dip it in the ink, then wipe off excess on the side of the bottle and begin to write. Unlike most, I can take shorthand notes. I read books on this subject, over the summer, when my brother was working on his essay and other summer work. However, its wise to take notes, as sometimes people can forget things and I am no exception. It's also wise to listen during something you already know as the next action done proved.
"Natasha, can you tell the class why wizards were not hanged?" Professor Binn says.
I look up and nod. "Yes Professor Binn." My voice a sweet tone that I always use around the teachers, yet cold enough not to be bitter sweet, unless I wish it. "Wizards were not hanged or burned because the males dominated the laws and homes. Which meant they could still practice it and not get any punishment, because they held the power."
"Very good. To add to her answer, Wizards concealed it much better as well, as they knew who was around and what was happening. Only a few times did they actually suffer the punishment as well, if caught. Tommy Deeply, does the wizard world still suffer this fate?"
A black haired boy behind me raises his head higher and responds. "No sir, The wizard world does not suffer this age old fate. Since the Salem witch trails, we have progressed and grown, into a wide spread world that the muggles do not even know about."
"Correct, we do not. We have indeed, grown much. This school, Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley are proof of that. For your assignment tonight, I want you to read pages 100 though 115 and take further notes on them. Tomorrow, we will be meeting in the library." The professor says, while floating over to his desk and sitting down.
I clean off my quill, insert the stopper back into my inkbottle and then slip my notes into my bag, along with the quill and bottle. In my mind, I refresh my homework list, sorting out what to do first, while the others talk quietly, during the time lesson ended and the bell rings. Most find homework boring, I was and am taught to do the work with ease, so that one day, I will become head girl and make my family proud. A smirk comes over my lips as I think about this.
"Day dreaming about winning the suck up award?" Leah whispers, a smirk, which matches mine, on her lips as well.
"No, I am thinking about my homework which I shall be doing before dinner." I grin at her.
"Natasha, I don't know how you can find homework fun. Your parents don't make you write essays, do they?" Chelsa asks me.
I look over to her. "Of course not, you git! I never once said I enjoyed it now did I? I only like it because, if I work very hard, someday, I will become a head girl, for Slytherin."
"Well, you won't become head girl by sitting here after the bell rings, all your life." Chelsa remarks, a sneer on her lips.
I get up and laugh softly, then exit, with the two best friends in the world, that have the most amazing sense of humor. They can make even the toughest month pass quickly, which makes it double fun for the coming up of Halloween.
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"Today's lesson will be on simple levitation of objects, young students." Professor Flitwick says, promptly after finishing the attendance. His voice continues on, after making sure all eyes are directed at him. "I want you to start with small objects, such as a book or a quill. This will not be as easy as it sounds, however, all I request is you try your best. You may study the book if you wish before doing this. Begin!"
To the side of me, I can hear a book being opened as I turn my gaze away from the pint sized professor and extract my wand from my robe sleeve. My focus falls onto the book in front of me and I aim my wand at it. While I chant, I focus on making the book rise, blocking out all noise, yet, being aware of it at the same time, a quality my father insists I learn. "Risoround book!". The book lifts off the table barely before touching it..again. I frown lightly and try again, this time focusing harder then before making sure to see if lifting from the table, even before I chant it.
Slowly, the the back of the hard covered book leaves the table as I follow through mentally. Seeing it rise even more, being careful not to rush. The book follows my command and reaches high in the air, where a few others are getting their objects too. I steer the book to the side an inch as a falling inkbottle with stopper still in it, falls onto the head of the boy next to me. Moving my wand gently, I move the book around the room, then back to me. My guard is not let down however, until the book touches the desk fully. Wasting no time, I move to the next object, a quill.
"Very good, students. Your assignment for today is to research this charm and work your way to a stack of books, if you have not already. No magic...done...hallways." Professor Flitwick says, the bell sounding and cutting him off and only letting us hear some of the sentence.
I rise from my seat and exit with the others, the whole lot of us heading towards History of Magic. On the way there, I dig through my bag to get my report ready. Reaching the classroom, I pass Professor Binn's desk and place the report down, flashing him a grin. Then I proceed to my usual spot, Chelsa and Leah beside me.
"Did your father and mother pay for sucking up lessons as well as whatever else you take?" Chelsa whispers, to my left.
A smirk appears in the corner of my lips as I look over to her. "It's one of my birth talents. How else would I get on the good side of teachers?"
"Perhaps by turning in work on time, instead of early." Leah speaks up. "If you persist with you're...gift..now, then it might appear as if you have no life and are sucking up."
"William turns in his work early sometimes. He says that is a sure fire way to get a good grade, as long as you don't do it to much and only on tests and the like."
"Then his family is very wise to urge that and besides, I don't turn it in early all the time, if you to hadn't forgotten, we had to turn in the essay today."
Leah opens her mouth to speak as Professor Binn stands up, whatever you could call that for a ghost that is, and begins to speak. "Will you please hand in your essays while I take the attendance, students? Today we will be learning about the Salem Witch trials, so kindly ready your quills for note writing after you hand in your essay."
While he calls out the names, I reach into my bag and pull out my soft black inkbottle, along with my quail feathered quill. Setting them down, I once again bend over and feel for my parchment. I carefully pull out two pieces and rest them neatly on the desk. Hearing my name, I respond properly, not worrying about handing in my essay. To finish off the readying of my supplies, I open the inkbottle and place the quill next to it. Beside me, Leah rolls her eyes at this.
"Natasha, what does it matter if the quill is on the other side of the parchment. It's not like your going to use it right away."
"I like to be neat."
"To each their own." Leah hands in her report, while speaking. "Present."
After Leah's name, Professor Binn sets the attendance parchment on his desk, next to the stack of essays and floats over to the board. Holding a book in one hand, he begins with the lesson. "Compared to the world as we know it now, the ancient times were much harsher. Not at all like the fairy tale's muggles read or even what motion pictures make it out to be. On the contrary, it was quite different and had you been transported there in the time period we are going to discuss, you would have all. The boys excluded of course, been hanged or burned."
"We are going to be discussing the Salem witch trials. Female and male magic users, known as witches and wizards, had been living among the people for some time and not existed in the public eye. Until this obsession, they walked and talked as free and you and I are today. However, in the 18th century a muggle happened to spy upon a female practicing her powers and went nearly insane, starting this era action...."
While he speaks, I pick up my quill and dip it in the ink, then wipe off excess on the side of the bottle and begin to write. Unlike most, I can take shorthand notes. I read books on this subject, over the summer, when my brother was working on his essay and other summer work. However, its wise to take notes, as sometimes people can forget things and I am no exception. It's also wise to listen during something you already know as the next action done proved.
"Natasha, can you tell the class why wizards were not hanged?" Professor Binn says.
I look up and nod. "Yes Professor Binn." My voice a sweet tone that I always use around the teachers, yet cold enough not to be bitter sweet, unless I wish it. "Wizards were not hanged or burned because the males dominated the laws and homes. Which meant they could still practice it and not get any punishment, because they held the power."
"Very good. To add to her answer, Wizards concealed it much better as well, as they knew who was around and what was happening. Only a few times did they actually suffer the punishment as well, if caught. Tommy Deeply, does the wizard world still suffer this fate?"
A black haired boy behind me raises his head higher and responds. "No sir, The wizard world does not suffer this age old fate. Since the Salem witch trails, we have progressed and grown, into a wide spread world that the muggles do not even know about."
"Correct, we do not. We have indeed, grown much. This school, Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley are proof of that. For your assignment tonight, I want you to read pages 100 though 115 and take further notes on them. Tomorrow, we will be meeting in the library." The professor says, while floating over to his desk and sitting down.
I clean off my quill, insert the stopper back into my inkbottle and then slip my notes into my bag, along with the quill and bottle. In my mind, I refresh my homework list, sorting out what to do first, while the others talk quietly, during the time lesson ended and the bell rings. Most find homework boring, I was and am taught to do the work with ease, so that one day, I will become head girl and make my family proud. A smirk comes over my lips as I think about this.
"Day dreaming about winning the suck up award?" Leah whispers, a smirk, which matches mine, on her lips as well.
"No, I am thinking about my homework which I shall be doing before dinner." I grin at her.
"Natasha, I don't know how you can find homework fun. Your parents don't make you write essays, do they?" Chelsa asks me.
I look over to her. "Of course not, you git! I never once said I enjoyed it now did I? I only like it because, if I work very hard, someday, I will become a head girl, for Slytherin."
"Well, you won't become head girl by sitting here after the bell rings, all your life." Chelsa remarks, a sneer on her lips.
I get up and laugh softly, then exit, with the two best friends in the world, that have the most amazing sense of humor. They can make even the toughest month pass quickly, which makes it double fun for the coming up of Halloween.