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V: Seven Viewpoints on Tragedy
Lucius Malfoy was not a nice man. He wasn't even a decent man. He admitted to his many sins, faults, vices, and whatever other names you could give his nastiness. Which is exactly why he was pacing his bedroom.
The master bedroom of the Malfoy's home was exactly perfect for Lucius. Narcissa had no stake in the place; any input from her had been undone. She had a smaller boudoir of her own and besides, Lucius did not like to share. He'd equipped it with MagiVision, which allowed him to "tune in" to whoever's life he programmed into the network. He spent a good deal of time watching his enemies, and even glanced in on little Draco once in a while. Today, he watched Belynn Morose.
He'd created the girl. She was a perfect spell, the culmination of careful magic for centuries. On his seventeenth birthday, four days before he'd graduated Hogwarts, he'd conjured her into existence. He now resented his choice.
He hated the way she flirted and swung the shiny black hair in the Potter child's face. She should not be tossing he hair at anyone, except maybe Draco. Maybe. Matthias, his own brother, had not trained her. He was a stupid man, and lacking all of the Malfoy traits. Of course, his name was Morose, it was necessary that the fraternity of the two men never be discovered, still, a Malfoy by any other name ought maintain the stature of one.
She was ruining his plan. That Potter child had to go, he had to leave Hogwarts, and possibly the world, forever. He was quite afraid he'd just lost his best ally.
***
Caspian Morose brushed his hair and glanced into the painfully small mirror of his painfully small quarters. Interns, it had been revealed, were not particularly valuable. Or at least, the school did not intend on wasting on luxury for them.
The room was stone, with a slightly rough gray carpet. His bed was comfortable, but only a twin size. He had warm comforters, and a window, but even with it open, the ventilation was not strong. He could tell that by summer it would stink from the tiny everglade Hagrid was setting up in the Forbidden Forest.
This was another thing Caspian was worried about. All of the Interns Rooms (there were five) were at the closest point to the Forest. Shouldn't these rooms be kept protected, with guards, he mused?
But he must not think about the unsatisfactory room. He must concentrate on his sister. If he was to be allowed to keep the Granger girl as his own, he would have to encourage her to complete her task. Bea must not fall off the wagon; she must do as she was told. In short, she must please Matthias and Lucius so that Caspian would not have to.
Sighing, he slipped through the smallish door. Perhaps Hermione would like to meet him in the library. What a day dream, for at Hogwarts, student- teacher/intern relationships were against the rules. A rendezvous would wait until night when they could meet in silence and secret.
***
Belynn liked to sit and wait for things. She did not take to doing them, except when it came to attracting Harry Potter.
In her experience, doing things only led to the inadvertent following of Lucius or Matthias. She knew, mostly from watching others, that the good people had control over their minds, not just their bodies. She did not have the luxury, and she had to struggle to avoid becoming evil. It is like fighting my genetics, she muttered. Nearly impossible.
And then she started to laugh and laugh and laugh. I am a figment. I have no brain or heart or body or anything, and I have no genes. I am a piece of magic, a charm, a spell. I am not anything.
And she was very lucky no one but a small, small, mouse heard her.
***
Gryffindor was positively teeming with new female sixth years. Ronald Weasely felt this was the perfect opportunity to help some girls out. Okay, perhaps he felt it was the perfect opportunity to ask some girls out. He glanced through the crowd until he found a head of glossy black hair.
He followed it, suspecting Belynn. Perhaps she could introduce him to someone so he would not seem remotely cad like. But the girl was not Harry's pretty girlfriend.
Not that she wasn't pretty. Hair cut to just below her shapely chin, deep eyes like almonds dipped in bittersweet chocolate. Small features. She was beautiful.
"Hello, I'm Ron."
"Oh, hi!"
"If you don't mind, what's your name?"
"Mimi Olu. I thought you'd know."
"Cute title. So why'd you think I'd know?"
"The list was posted early this morning. My school closed, so all of the sixth years are attending Hogwarts. You're my guide, aren't you?"
This was when Ron wanted to smack himself repeatedly. Of course he was her guide. Mimi Olu, new student. He had to do service this year, which included 48 hours teaching a new girl the ropes of Hogwarts. What an excellent impression he was making.
"Oh, actually, I overslept this morning. I haven't seen the list. I came over here by chance, you looked lonely."
"With five people crowded about me?"
"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't see one of them."
"Right. Well, where does the tour begin?"
"How does breakfast sound?" Ron was warming up. He could feel like himself again. He was not going to screw this up by being a bumbling baby.
"Enchanting." She slipped her hand, framed in a rope of silver, around his. "Don't let me get lost."
"I would never." He sensed he truly wouldn't.
***
Harry fussed with his Transfigurations homework. Turn a light bulb into the largest replication of the sun you can manage. Devise a way to prevent it from burning or melting anything. Points off for burns, extra points to your hall for no burns.
He had decided a on a sun approximately four feet in diameter, enough to please McGonagall, and had conjured a heat resistant grace box, which had put his light bulb in. Now he focused on changing it.
At least he pretended to focus. Itching at the back of his mind was Belynn. She had said she liked him, but still, she was preoccupied near him. When they held hands, he had the oddest feeling he worried her. Now, he worried about her.
Still, he did not pressure her for answers about her anxiety. If she wanted to tell him, she would. His last wish was to embarrass her.
He sighed once more. He had to do this project. Then maybe he'd be able to do something about Belynn. He truly hoped so. He loved her.
***
"Albus?"
"Uhh, yes, hello Severus."
"I see you are not at all happy to see me."
"Severus, that is not the case. I am simply tired. Over worked with all the extra students."
"I just wanted to be sure you understood the difficulties that could occur here."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Well, I'm sure you've noticed a lot of, chemistry. Outside of my class, of course."
"If you're talking about Caspian and Ms. Granger, I assure you there is nothing to be worried about."
"Why not?"
"The Granger girl is perfectly trustworthy."
"Very well. If you choose to allow that to occur, at least consider the problem of Belynn Morose and Harry Potter."
"Capital idea! Are you an absolute fool or are you just jesting for fun? Shall we limit Potter's rights and not those of any other student?"
"I don't want to see him aligned with those on the Slytherin side of things."
"Ms. Morose is certainly a student in Gryffindor."
"Ahh, professor. So you think."
"Are you going now, Severus?" muttered Dumbledore as he tucked his head back into his arm, "if you are, would you mind checking on Fawkes for me?"
The door shut. Snape made no effort to answer.
***
It was nighttime. This was excellent for Hermione Granger. Her skin nearly tingled. She could finally speak with Caspian. During the day, the two did not even look at each other, for they feared suspect from a teacher.
She slid out of her room. Belynn had seemed so worried about her. Perhaps she should have left a note. She was too far from the room to go back. A ghost would catch her.
Instead, she poked the fourth stone to the left of a portrait of herself. Dumbledore had put it up as a josh to her, after she won the Aristmagicratic Award for Magickal Excellence. The stone vanished a vacuum sucked her in. Once inside the tiny chamber, she could see every star, every crater on the moon, anything she wanted to. She had designed it herself, a mini-universe all her own. Caspian was not there. Instead, a note:
Hermione: I had to go to a meeting with the other interns. Snape suspects us anyway. Check your room for Magivision boxes, I fear someone has been watching and alerting him. I will have breakfast with you tommorow, at nine, under the pretense of academic counsel. I miss you like mad.
Love,
Caspian Morose
She was truly touched, and yet incredibly worried. She had allowed Belynn to share a room with her, since her Head Girl quarters were large and lonely. Nobody had any reasons to film her. Perhaps they were interested in the goings-on of Bea? Certainly there was something strange about the girl.
Hermione was too tired an depressed to think of it. She blinked back to her room and slept, tucked under a velvet comforter, awaiting an excellent breakfast.
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V: Seven Viewpoints on Tragedy
Lucius Malfoy was not a nice man. He wasn't even a decent man. He admitted to his many sins, faults, vices, and whatever other names you could give his nastiness. Which is exactly why he was pacing his bedroom.
The master bedroom of the Malfoy's home was exactly perfect for Lucius. Narcissa had no stake in the place; any input from her had been undone. She had a smaller boudoir of her own and besides, Lucius did not like to share. He'd equipped it with MagiVision, which allowed him to "tune in" to whoever's life he programmed into the network. He spent a good deal of time watching his enemies, and even glanced in on little Draco once in a while. Today, he watched Belynn Morose.
He'd created the girl. She was a perfect spell, the culmination of careful magic for centuries. On his seventeenth birthday, four days before he'd graduated Hogwarts, he'd conjured her into existence. He now resented his choice.
He hated the way she flirted and swung the shiny black hair in the Potter child's face. She should not be tossing he hair at anyone, except maybe Draco. Maybe. Matthias, his own brother, had not trained her. He was a stupid man, and lacking all of the Malfoy traits. Of course, his name was Morose, it was necessary that the fraternity of the two men never be discovered, still, a Malfoy by any other name ought maintain the stature of one.
She was ruining his plan. That Potter child had to go, he had to leave Hogwarts, and possibly the world, forever. He was quite afraid he'd just lost his best ally.
***
Caspian Morose brushed his hair and glanced into the painfully small mirror of his painfully small quarters. Interns, it had been revealed, were not particularly valuable. Or at least, the school did not intend on wasting on luxury for them.
The room was stone, with a slightly rough gray carpet. His bed was comfortable, but only a twin size. He had warm comforters, and a window, but even with it open, the ventilation was not strong. He could tell that by summer it would stink from the tiny everglade Hagrid was setting up in the Forbidden Forest.
This was another thing Caspian was worried about. All of the Interns Rooms (there were five) were at the closest point to the Forest. Shouldn't these rooms be kept protected, with guards, he mused?
But he must not think about the unsatisfactory room. He must concentrate on his sister. If he was to be allowed to keep the Granger girl as his own, he would have to encourage her to complete her task. Bea must not fall off the wagon; she must do as she was told. In short, she must please Matthias and Lucius so that Caspian would not have to.
Sighing, he slipped through the smallish door. Perhaps Hermione would like to meet him in the library. What a day dream, for at Hogwarts, student- teacher/intern relationships were against the rules. A rendezvous would wait until night when they could meet in silence and secret.
***
Belynn liked to sit and wait for things. She did not take to doing them, except when it came to attracting Harry Potter.
In her experience, doing things only led to the inadvertent following of Lucius or Matthias. She knew, mostly from watching others, that the good people had control over their minds, not just their bodies. She did not have the luxury, and she had to struggle to avoid becoming evil. It is like fighting my genetics, she muttered. Nearly impossible.
And then she started to laugh and laugh and laugh. I am a figment. I have no brain or heart or body or anything, and I have no genes. I am a piece of magic, a charm, a spell. I am not anything.
And she was very lucky no one but a small, small, mouse heard her.
***
Gryffindor was positively teeming with new female sixth years. Ronald Weasely felt this was the perfect opportunity to help some girls out. Okay, perhaps he felt it was the perfect opportunity to ask some girls out. He glanced through the crowd until he found a head of glossy black hair.
He followed it, suspecting Belynn. Perhaps she could introduce him to someone so he would not seem remotely cad like. But the girl was not Harry's pretty girlfriend.
Not that she wasn't pretty. Hair cut to just below her shapely chin, deep eyes like almonds dipped in bittersweet chocolate. Small features. She was beautiful.
"Hello, I'm Ron."
"Oh, hi!"
"If you don't mind, what's your name?"
"Mimi Olu. I thought you'd know."
"Cute title. So why'd you think I'd know?"
"The list was posted early this morning. My school closed, so all of the sixth years are attending Hogwarts. You're my guide, aren't you?"
This was when Ron wanted to smack himself repeatedly. Of course he was her guide. Mimi Olu, new student. He had to do service this year, which included 48 hours teaching a new girl the ropes of Hogwarts. What an excellent impression he was making.
"Oh, actually, I overslept this morning. I haven't seen the list. I came over here by chance, you looked lonely."
"With five people crowded about me?"
"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't see one of them."
"Right. Well, where does the tour begin?"
"How does breakfast sound?" Ron was warming up. He could feel like himself again. He was not going to screw this up by being a bumbling baby.
"Enchanting." She slipped her hand, framed in a rope of silver, around his. "Don't let me get lost."
"I would never." He sensed he truly wouldn't.
***
Harry fussed with his Transfigurations homework. Turn a light bulb into the largest replication of the sun you can manage. Devise a way to prevent it from burning or melting anything. Points off for burns, extra points to your hall for no burns.
He had decided a on a sun approximately four feet in diameter, enough to please McGonagall, and had conjured a heat resistant grace box, which had put his light bulb in. Now he focused on changing it.
At least he pretended to focus. Itching at the back of his mind was Belynn. She had said she liked him, but still, she was preoccupied near him. When they held hands, he had the oddest feeling he worried her. Now, he worried about her.
Still, he did not pressure her for answers about her anxiety. If she wanted to tell him, she would. His last wish was to embarrass her.
He sighed once more. He had to do this project. Then maybe he'd be able to do something about Belynn. He truly hoped so. He loved her.
***
"Albus?"
"Uhh, yes, hello Severus."
"I see you are not at all happy to see me."
"Severus, that is not the case. I am simply tired. Over worked with all the extra students."
"I just wanted to be sure you understood the difficulties that could occur here."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Well, I'm sure you've noticed a lot of, chemistry. Outside of my class, of course."
"If you're talking about Caspian and Ms. Granger, I assure you there is nothing to be worried about."
"Why not?"
"The Granger girl is perfectly trustworthy."
"Very well. If you choose to allow that to occur, at least consider the problem of Belynn Morose and Harry Potter."
"Capital idea! Are you an absolute fool or are you just jesting for fun? Shall we limit Potter's rights and not those of any other student?"
"I don't want to see him aligned with those on the Slytherin side of things."
"Ms. Morose is certainly a student in Gryffindor."
"Ahh, professor. So you think."
"Are you going now, Severus?" muttered Dumbledore as he tucked his head back into his arm, "if you are, would you mind checking on Fawkes for me?"
The door shut. Snape made no effort to answer.
***
It was nighttime. This was excellent for Hermione Granger. Her skin nearly tingled. She could finally speak with Caspian. During the day, the two did not even look at each other, for they feared suspect from a teacher.
She slid out of her room. Belynn had seemed so worried about her. Perhaps she should have left a note. She was too far from the room to go back. A ghost would catch her.
Instead, she poked the fourth stone to the left of a portrait of herself. Dumbledore had put it up as a josh to her, after she won the Aristmagicratic Award for Magickal Excellence. The stone vanished a vacuum sucked her in. Once inside the tiny chamber, she could see every star, every crater on the moon, anything she wanted to. She had designed it herself, a mini-universe all her own. Caspian was not there. Instead, a note:
Hermione: I had to go to a meeting with the other interns. Snape suspects us anyway. Check your room for Magivision boxes, I fear someone has been watching and alerting him. I will have breakfast with you tommorow, at nine, under the pretense of academic counsel. I miss you like mad.
Love,
Caspian Morose
She was truly touched, and yet incredibly worried. She had allowed Belynn to share a room with her, since her Head Girl quarters were large and lonely. Nobody had any reasons to film her. Perhaps they were interested in the goings-on of Bea? Certainly there was something strange about the girl.
Hermione was too tired an depressed to think of it. She blinked back to her room and slept, tucked under a velvet comforter, awaiting an excellent breakfast.
Comments: Wow, that was seven. Tell me how you feel about all of their responses…and if you need more clues. You must review.