Chapter 12
Percy arrives early to the Astronomy tower, where his lessons would begin. He saw Mik floating near the foot of the steps while he assumed Pyoter was carrying his chair up the stairs.
"Previet, Percy!" Mik called, "Kak de la?"
"Chodoshow, (an, "ch" pronounced like "ch" in "loch") And yourself?"
"Better dan fine, danks," Mik laughed, "You're early."
"Anxious to begin."
"So am I, Percy, so am I." Pyoter came down the stairs again and lifted Mik into his arms to carry him up the stairs. "Follow us, Percy, and we can begin." Percy did so, but warily, getting only a grunt in greeting from Pyoter. He got the impression that Pyoter didn't like him very much.
"If I might ask, why don't you just levitate yourself and the chair up as well?" Pyoter grunted in disapproval while Mik explained.
"Ve tried dat, but it doesn't vork. I end up flying separate from my chair and it's a very big mess. It's easier dis vay, believe it or not."
"Oh." They continued to climb in silence. Then they reached the top, Percy looked around in wonder. The top of the tower was open, revealing the clear blue sky. The wind blew around them, ruffling hair. Percy realized he was grinning. Pyoter lowered Mik into his chair and Mik wheeled over to the amazed Percy.
"Dere are five different types of Mages," Mik began, drawing Percy back into the room from where his mind was exploring the sky. Pyoter stood to the side, watching his brother talk. "One Mage for each of de elements, Fire, Air, Vater, Earth, and Spirit. Veather mages are de Mages of de element Air. Ve have pover in de sky. However, Ve do not control de Veather. Dat is too great a ding. Ve, instead, manipulate it. Ask it's permission. Ask it's help. Ask for guidance." Percy nodded. It seemed like his training has begun.
"De other mages are Healers for Vater, Fire-starters for Fire, Earth Mages for Earth, and Seers for spirit. None of dem are common, Veather least of all. Vhile dere are a few of each of de others, vith varying degrees of pover, there is only ever one fully trained Veather Mage at a time. Once you are fully trained, at your full potential, I vill die." In the corner Pyoter looked away, then quietly walked down the stairs. Percy looked startled as well.
"Die? What?" Mik laughed.
"Do not vorry about me. Despite how I look, I have lived a long life. I am vell over dree hundred years old, Percy, as is Pyoter. The Mage lives until the next is trained, vether that be dree years or dree hundred. My body has already begun to decay. It started 17 years ago, about de time you vere born. I knew den vat vould happen. I have prepared for it.
"Now, de first ding in training is always control. Concentration. Understanding. Once you know vat you are doing, and how it vorks, ve can begin on teaching you to vield it." Percy nodded. "Please, sit. It vill be more comfortable for you, and you vill not fall down that vay." Percy smiled and sat. "Now, ve vill begin."
"Do you have an anchor?"
"A what?"
"An anchor, somebody who grounds you? Somebody who keeps your feet on the ground while your head is in the clouds?"
"Oliver." The name was out of Percy's mouth before he even put any conscious thought to it. Percy blinked. It was true. Oliver did keep his feet on the ground. It was Oliver that brought him back from his downward spiral. Only Oliver could get through to him. Yes.Oliver was his anchor.
"Good. Next time bring him vith you. But for now, ve vill start vith control.
"Close your eyes. Let all thoughts of de outside vorld fade away. Hear me. Listen." Percy closed his eyes and listened to Mik's voice. He let the school fall away. All he could hear was the soothing low tenor accented tones of Mik and the wind.
"If you listen to de vinds voices you vill gain visdom. You vill be able to call the lightning. The power of the storm vill be there for you. Ignore all dat. It can do nothing but confuse you now. Focus your sight inward. Tell me vat you see."
Percy pulled his focus inward, doing as he had done years before in his Theory of Magic class (3rd year) He saw the flame, that blue flicker that was the core of his magic. It was brighter than before, almost blindingly so. The tiny flame that appeared hidden behind a fog at thirteen was in full view. Tiny bolts of energy like lightning flickered about his flame, an expression of his talents.
"I see a blue flame, brighter than the sun, surrounded by blue lightning. And blowing in an unseen wind." Mik's eyebrows raised though Percy didn't see it. Not many had that bright a flame, that much power.nor such eloquence when faced with it.
"Chodoshaw.Now come back, Percy, so we may talk." It took a moment, but Percy eventually stirred and opened his eyes. He saw Mik smiling from his chair. "Do you know what that was?" Mik asked.
"The very core of my magic," Percy replied, remembering his lessons. "Each wizard or witch has a central power source that is focused through wands. With training, however, one can focus his will instead. Few know of this potential and even less can actually do it." Mik smiled at his student.
"But you have an advantage, Percy. You are a Mage, and Mages work their talents without the uses of wands. Wandless Magic will come very easy for you." Percy tried to fight back a grin. Wandless Magic!
***
Oliver sat in the potions classroom, lancing worriedly at the clock. Class was to start in 5 minutes and Percy wasn't there yet. Marcus Flint, on the other hand, was.
"Where's the fuck-toy, Wood? You've had your five minutes so he's onto the next one?" Oliver clenched his teeth, trying his best to ignore Flint. He was so focused on this, he missed Snape's watchful eye on them. 3 minutes left to the bell and Percy practically flew into the classroom looking very un-Percy-like, gaining a smirk from Flint. Looked like his theory was more credible, though it was totally untrue. Percy's hair was falling down and his face was flushed. He was out of breath and his book bag flopped to the floor as he dropped into his seat next to Oliver. He slumped back, eyes closed, bringing his breathing under control.
"Are you ok?" Oliver asked, sotto voice. Percy raised an eyebrow at him and Oliver bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for a reply.
"I lost track of time. I just ran from the Astronomy Tower." Oliver nodded.
"Oh."
"The Astronomy Tower? In broad daylight? You are a slut, Weasley." Flint said just before Snape started class. Percy's ears turned red and his eyes a grey-black. He focused on Lesson, however, and by the end his eyes were back to their regular blue. They were the second to leave, so they missed when Marcus was held back by Snape.
"Mr. Flint, if you would stay for a moment." Flint stood by the desk as Snape graded some 6th year essays. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Flint cleared his throat.
"No , I haven't forgotten you were there, Mr. Flint, but as you have nothing better to do at the moment, you may as well wait." Flint looked surprised. Snape never looked up from the essay. 5 minutes. Flint started to fidget.
"Don't fidget." Flit stood still. 5 more minutes. Snape finally put down his quill. He sat back and regarded Flint from behind his newly acquired glasses.
"50 point have already been taken from Slytherin House for your actions. 20 more will be taken from your action in class today. That is considerably mild. I have decided, for reasons beyond my control, not to inform the headmaster. Because of that you cannot be expelled, much to my chagrin, though you deserve much more than that. You should be flayed alive and fed your own entrails; hung, drawn and quartered, hunf by your thumbs and dementor's kissed before you are cut to pieces and fed to dogs. However.that is also beyond my capacity as a professor here." Flint relaxed slightly. "However," Flint tensed again, "Know that I have my eye on you, Flint. Don't even try to pretend you don't know what I'm referring to. If you ever do anything to Percy Weasley or Oliver Wood again I will forget that I am a teacher. In other circles I do have the power to all that I've said and more," He fingered the material over his forearm as a subtle reminder of his rank. Flint nodded, scared of his fate. He wasn't sure the master wouldn't let Severus have his way. Severus picked up an essay.
"Oh, by the way. You will be serving detentions with Professor McGonagall and myself for the rest of the school year. You'd better hurry to McGonagall's room.you're already 20 minutes late." Marcus looked at his watch.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed and ran from the room.
"10 points for language," He called after Flint before returning to his essays. He didn't indulge his sadistic side often, but he had to admit.he was eager for Flint to step out of line.
TBC.
Translations
"Hello, Percy,". "How are you"
"Good."
An.I know I said I'd have this by Sunday, but I left my freakin' notebook in my locker, so I couldn't write. I should have chapter 13 up real soon, though. I figure this is onlu gonna be about 16 chapters, so only 4 left.then I'll start posting Harry Potter and the Four Horsemen, the second in the Harry Potter/Highlander trilogy that I have planned.
Lady Cinnibar - I already have a beta reader, Mel, but since we're not in the same Geometry class, it's been hard to get her to read the updates and still post them asap. Now that the brass choir has started, I might be able to snag her attention then. Thanks anyway. If you would like to beta read Harry Potter and the Four Horsemen, I would be happy to start sending you chapters. Just let me know. Congratulations on making the deadline!! I love Labyrinth as well.I just got the DVD too.David Bowie.yummy.anyway, your pooka lives to please.
I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi
Percy arrives early to the Astronomy tower, where his lessons would begin. He saw Mik floating near the foot of the steps while he assumed Pyoter was carrying his chair up the stairs.
"Previet, Percy!" Mik called, "Kak de la?"
"Chodoshow, (an, "ch" pronounced like "ch" in "loch") And yourself?"
"Better dan fine, danks," Mik laughed, "You're early."
"Anxious to begin."
"So am I, Percy, so am I." Pyoter came down the stairs again and lifted Mik into his arms to carry him up the stairs. "Follow us, Percy, and we can begin." Percy did so, but warily, getting only a grunt in greeting from Pyoter. He got the impression that Pyoter didn't like him very much.
"If I might ask, why don't you just levitate yourself and the chair up as well?" Pyoter grunted in disapproval while Mik explained.
"Ve tried dat, but it doesn't vork. I end up flying separate from my chair and it's a very big mess. It's easier dis vay, believe it or not."
"Oh." They continued to climb in silence. Then they reached the top, Percy looked around in wonder. The top of the tower was open, revealing the clear blue sky. The wind blew around them, ruffling hair. Percy realized he was grinning. Pyoter lowered Mik into his chair and Mik wheeled over to the amazed Percy.
"Dere are five different types of Mages," Mik began, drawing Percy back into the room from where his mind was exploring the sky. Pyoter stood to the side, watching his brother talk. "One Mage for each of de elements, Fire, Air, Vater, Earth, and Spirit. Veather mages are de Mages of de element Air. Ve have pover in de sky. However, Ve do not control de Veather. Dat is too great a ding. Ve, instead, manipulate it. Ask it's permission. Ask it's help. Ask for guidance." Percy nodded. It seemed like his training has begun.
"De other mages are Healers for Vater, Fire-starters for Fire, Earth Mages for Earth, and Seers for spirit. None of dem are common, Veather least of all. Vhile dere are a few of each of de others, vith varying degrees of pover, there is only ever one fully trained Veather Mage at a time. Once you are fully trained, at your full potential, I vill die." In the corner Pyoter looked away, then quietly walked down the stairs. Percy looked startled as well.
"Die? What?" Mik laughed.
"Do not vorry about me. Despite how I look, I have lived a long life. I am vell over dree hundred years old, Percy, as is Pyoter. The Mage lives until the next is trained, vether that be dree years or dree hundred. My body has already begun to decay. It started 17 years ago, about de time you vere born. I knew den vat vould happen. I have prepared for it.
"Now, de first ding in training is always control. Concentration. Understanding. Once you know vat you are doing, and how it vorks, ve can begin on teaching you to vield it." Percy nodded. "Please, sit. It vill be more comfortable for you, and you vill not fall down that vay." Percy smiled and sat. "Now, ve vill begin."
"Do you have an anchor?"
"A what?"
"An anchor, somebody who grounds you? Somebody who keeps your feet on the ground while your head is in the clouds?"
"Oliver." The name was out of Percy's mouth before he even put any conscious thought to it. Percy blinked. It was true. Oliver did keep his feet on the ground. It was Oliver that brought him back from his downward spiral. Only Oliver could get through to him. Yes.Oliver was his anchor.
"Good. Next time bring him vith you. But for now, ve vill start vith control.
"Close your eyes. Let all thoughts of de outside vorld fade away. Hear me. Listen." Percy closed his eyes and listened to Mik's voice. He let the school fall away. All he could hear was the soothing low tenor accented tones of Mik and the wind.
"If you listen to de vinds voices you vill gain visdom. You vill be able to call the lightning. The power of the storm vill be there for you. Ignore all dat. It can do nothing but confuse you now. Focus your sight inward. Tell me vat you see."
Percy pulled his focus inward, doing as he had done years before in his Theory of Magic class (3rd year) He saw the flame, that blue flicker that was the core of his magic. It was brighter than before, almost blindingly so. The tiny flame that appeared hidden behind a fog at thirteen was in full view. Tiny bolts of energy like lightning flickered about his flame, an expression of his talents.
"I see a blue flame, brighter than the sun, surrounded by blue lightning. And blowing in an unseen wind." Mik's eyebrows raised though Percy didn't see it. Not many had that bright a flame, that much power.nor such eloquence when faced with it.
"Chodoshaw.Now come back, Percy, so we may talk." It took a moment, but Percy eventually stirred and opened his eyes. He saw Mik smiling from his chair. "Do you know what that was?" Mik asked.
"The very core of my magic," Percy replied, remembering his lessons. "Each wizard or witch has a central power source that is focused through wands. With training, however, one can focus his will instead. Few know of this potential and even less can actually do it." Mik smiled at his student.
"But you have an advantage, Percy. You are a Mage, and Mages work their talents without the uses of wands. Wandless Magic will come very easy for you." Percy tried to fight back a grin. Wandless Magic!
***
Oliver sat in the potions classroom, lancing worriedly at the clock. Class was to start in 5 minutes and Percy wasn't there yet. Marcus Flint, on the other hand, was.
"Where's the fuck-toy, Wood? You've had your five minutes so he's onto the next one?" Oliver clenched his teeth, trying his best to ignore Flint. He was so focused on this, he missed Snape's watchful eye on them. 3 minutes left to the bell and Percy practically flew into the classroom looking very un-Percy-like, gaining a smirk from Flint. Looked like his theory was more credible, though it was totally untrue. Percy's hair was falling down and his face was flushed. He was out of breath and his book bag flopped to the floor as he dropped into his seat next to Oliver. He slumped back, eyes closed, bringing his breathing under control.
"Are you ok?" Oliver asked, sotto voice. Percy raised an eyebrow at him and Oliver bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for a reply.
"I lost track of time. I just ran from the Astronomy Tower." Oliver nodded.
"Oh."
"The Astronomy Tower? In broad daylight? You are a slut, Weasley." Flint said just before Snape started class. Percy's ears turned red and his eyes a grey-black. He focused on Lesson, however, and by the end his eyes were back to their regular blue. They were the second to leave, so they missed when Marcus was held back by Snape.
"Mr. Flint, if you would stay for a moment." Flint stood by the desk as Snape graded some 6th year essays. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Flint cleared his throat.
"No , I haven't forgotten you were there, Mr. Flint, but as you have nothing better to do at the moment, you may as well wait." Flint looked surprised. Snape never looked up from the essay. 5 minutes. Flint started to fidget.
"Don't fidget." Flit stood still. 5 more minutes. Snape finally put down his quill. He sat back and regarded Flint from behind his newly acquired glasses.
"50 point have already been taken from Slytherin House for your actions. 20 more will be taken from your action in class today. That is considerably mild. I have decided, for reasons beyond my control, not to inform the headmaster. Because of that you cannot be expelled, much to my chagrin, though you deserve much more than that. You should be flayed alive and fed your own entrails; hung, drawn and quartered, hunf by your thumbs and dementor's kissed before you are cut to pieces and fed to dogs. However.that is also beyond my capacity as a professor here." Flint relaxed slightly. "However," Flint tensed again, "Know that I have my eye on you, Flint. Don't even try to pretend you don't know what I'm referring to. If you ever do anything to Percy Weasley or Oliver Wood again I will forget that I am a teacher. In other circles I do have the power to all that I've said and more," He fingered the material over his forearm as a subtle reminder of his rank. Flint nodded, scared of his fate. He wasn't sure the master wouldn't let Severus have his way. Severus picked up an essay.
"Oh, by the way. You will be serving detentions with Professor McGonagall and myself for the rest of the school year. You'd better hurry to McGonagall's room.you're already 20 minutes late." Marcus looked at his watch.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed and ran from the room.
"10 points for language," He called after Flint before returning to his essays. He didn't indulge his sadistic side often, but he had to admit.he was eager for Flint to step out of line.
TBC.
Translations
"Hello, Percy,". "How are you"
"Good."
An.I know I said I'd have this by Sunday, but I left my freakin' notebook in my locker, so I couldn't write. I should have chapter 13 up real soon, though. I figure this is onlu gonna be about 16 chapters, so only 4 left.then I'll start posting Harry Potter and the Four Horsemen, the second in the Harry Potter/Highlander trilogy that I have planned.
Lady Cinnibar - I already have a beta reader, Mel, but since we're not in the same Geometry class, it's been hard to get her to read the updates and still post them asap. Now that the brass choir has started, I might be able to snag her attention then. Thanks anyway. If you would like to beta read Harry Potter and the Four Horsemen, I would be happy to start sending you chapters. Just let me know. Congratulations on making the deadline!! I love Labyrinth as well.I just got the DVD too.David Bowie.yummy.anyway, your pooka lives to please.
I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi