*Before* Jared smiled when he heard the scream. "Right on time." He smiled. So the dog had brought the mail for the Whitebrook lovely. He thought as he watched the huge white Serbian husky leap on to his table and over turning some student's plates. As the dog glared at them all, he thought about killing it right then and there. Then every thing would be easier. But the idea was too messy and too easy for the blame to be pined on him. He could hear his father's voice saying all in due time, all in due time. So he let the dog stare every student at his table down. Suddenly one of the Professors tried to restrain the dog, but the girl reflected it. "Good reflexes." He mumbled, as he sipped on some red wine. It's a good thing red wine looks like juice. "I'd appreciate if you didn't try and restrain my dog. I assure you he'll start nothing, finish maybe, but not start." She said, making the fan disappear. "You shouldn't have done that little disappearing act, now some of your enemies know for sure what you are and what you can do." he said, chuckling. He watched her as she yelled at the other students and shared her cookies with her friends. As she read the letter to herself, her face hardened. "Oh dear, have we hit a soft spot?" he snickered, as he watched her get up and leave. "One by one we move a space closer to our goals in life." he said looking over a Draco and then to the Gryffindor table. Suddenly he found himself walking down the hall to no where. "Looking for something?" an Irish voice, said in front of him. "No," he sighed. "Just walking around. That still is legal right? Because last time I check" "Cut the crap now Jared, it's not worth it." The black haired Gryffindor said, stepping out of the shadows. "Well you finally come out of the shadows." Jared sneered. "And you had the guts to try and almost kill the half breeds at the same time." Niles said, glaring to other boy down. "Oh come on. It's not THAT big of a deal. Besides, they don't remember anything." Jared said, smiling. "Yes, you got lucky that time. But I warn you, get close to any of my friends or family, I swear I will kick your ass... again" Niles said, taking a secret passageway back to the Great Hall. "Temper, temper." he said mockingly. No voice returned to him. "Aw, I'm all alone again." He sighed. *The next day* It was during Defense against Dark Arts class when all the trouble started. We hypothesize it's because Elinwy was not there to keep everyone (mostly the hyper active little ones HEY I HEARD THATS my point) in order, and at the end of the day, intact with all their body parts. It all started here. "Settle down class settle down." Professor Fitzpatrick said, looking at each of the students. "Yes sir." Most of them moaned. "Oh come on, is there something wrong?" he asked. "No it's just most of us a bored to death." Said someone in the back. "How about a joke?" he asked. "Oh no." Feira moaned. "To whoever took the L from the motor pool sign, ha ha, we are all amused". He laughed as he thought about it, no one was amused or they just didn't get it. "Saints preserve us." Feira mumbled, sinking down into her chair. Professor Fitzpatrick stopped laughing and glared at Feira. "Do you have something to say?" he asked. "Not any more." She replied. "That tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble one of these days." He said, kneeling down to her eye level. "It already has, because I now have lost 40 point for Gryffindor and gotten detention from Snape twice. Now here's the real irony of it all. Can you top that?" she said, staring right back into his eyes. "We shall see." He said, getting back up and walking back to the front. As he hopped back up on his desk and sat on it. "Wow, I'm surprised you didn't crack your back when you stood up." Feira sneered. "Fei that's not nice." Quatre said once again shaking his finger at her. She did try and bite it but it didn't work out. "Any way. What do you think we will be studying this year?" he asked. No one had a clue well with the exception of Hermoine, who raised her hand. "Yes?" he asked. "Defense against evil bindings and immobilizes." She said. "Very good." He replied. "We also will be studding jumping and linking." Everybody looked at him like he was crazy. "Professor? Isn't that illegal?" she asked. "Yes, but I'm talking about, which means that we will be studding on how to make sure, if you are in a position such as that, that you will make a good choice." He said, smiling. A lot of "ohing" was heard. "So, does anyone except Miss Granger, know anything about jumping and linking?" he asked. No one raised his or her hand. He sighed. "Do any of you read your books?" he asked. "Does it look like it Professor?" Feira asked. "Alright miss, since you seem to know a lot more than I do, tell me about linking and jumping." He demanded, glaring at Feira. "Ok, do you want me to give you an example?" she asked, getting up from her seat. "Sure, why not?" he said. "Ok. Linking is when you link or intersect with something or some one else." She said, linking arms with Quatre, who was starring at her like she was crazy and also blushed a little. "Jumping is where you jump things." She said, letting go of Quatre and jumping over his bag that was lying on the ground. Fitzpatrick looked at her, not even hinting weather or not he was pissed off, or just not aware that she was mocking him. The whole class cracked up laughing. "That's not what I meant." He said standing up and walking to the back of the classroom. He pulled out a giant green book with silver writing on it. Gryffindor gave him a death glare. "No you guys, this isn't a Slytherin year book. This is an heirloom of mine that we will be using to jump to safe points. I have gotten the Ministries permission, so none of you have to worry." He said, smiling at them all. Everyone sighed except for Feira. "Professor? Wouldn't the ministry take that away from you since linking is illegal?" Harry asked. "I have a special permit that allows me to have it." He said. "Does it cost money?" Quatre asked. "We are never going to get through these lessons if you all just keep asking questions." Professor Fitzpatrick chuckled. "Professor did you have a twin brother in Slytherin?" Ron asked. Fitzpatrick flinched. "Yes, I do." He said. "Really!" Ron shouted. "Yes, and I have a brother and sister in Gryffindor. My brother is a seventh year, and my sister is a fifth year.." He started, until Feira rushed and slammed him up against the desk. "YOU PROMISED!" she yelled. "Miss Feira! Get back to your desk right now!" he said calmly. "YOU GET BACK TO IRELAND! THEN I'LL GET BACK TO MY DESK!" she screamed. He just glared. "Do I have to repeat myself?" he asked. "APPARENTLY!" she retorted. Hiro and Trowa jumped up and tried to get Feira off Fitzpatrick. "Feira what has gotten into you?" Trowa asked, grabbing hold of her arms. "Reality struck." She replied, fighting for control of her arms and legs. Fitzpatrick had finally gotten hold of his wand and was pointing it at Feira. "I suggest you settle down miss." He said, panting. "I suggest you go back to collage and study to become a doctor." She retorted. "Why do you hate me so?" he asked. "Why do you not take full responsibility for us?" she asked, glaring back at him. "Mr. Yuy and Mr. Barton, would you please assist miss Feira back to her dorm where she can cool off." He said. The two boys nodded and grabbed her bag (along with dragging her) out of the classroom. "What was that all about?" Trowa asked. "He got my Irish up a notch." She mumbled. "Your lucky Quatre did stop you he'd give you a lecture you'd never forget." Trowa went on. "Yes, well it seems you're giving it to me." She retorted. There was a pause. "You have to learn how to curb your temper." Hiro said. "I don't have to learn anything." And with that she jerked her self free and stormed off to the common room. After glaring at nearly every person she past she came to a sudden halt. The common room was the other way.
