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Two New Professors Arrive
Chapter 35:
"Where are you going?"
"Headmaster's office."
"His office is that way, Olly."
"How do you know?"
"Well…lets see…I was a prefect here since my fifth year…I was head boy…I visited my brothers when thy were in trouble…"
"Like I said, this way." Percy smiled at his energetic lover as he abruptly changed direction and continued in the other direction as if he had been going that way all along. Together they arrived at the stone gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizbees." The gargoyle moved and the newest couple at Hogwarts entered the Headmaster's office.
Adam Pierson's office
Methos sat hunched over at the desk, grading the papers he had due right before break.
"That's it," he groused, "Next time, I'm waiting till after break." His music (Queen, of course) was playing in the background and he tapped his pen to Princes of the Universe. "I am Immortal/I have inside me blood of kings/I have no rival/no man can be my equal/I've come to be the ruler of your world!" He sang along, not very loud, but very amateurly. So engrossed was he in his papers and the song that he did not notice Severus sneak up from behind. He jumped when he the strong hands clamped down on his shoulders, but when they started to kneed the tense muscles, he relaxed with a groan.
"That feels so good. Don't ever stop." Severus chuckled at the moan in his lover's voice and brought his lips to Methos' ear.
"Not even for better things?" Methos smiled and looked up, smirking.
"Well…maybe." Taking the invitation Severus kissed him and Methos wrapped his arms around his love's neck. Severus moved, pulling Methos up and sitting him on/against the desk. Fingers tangled in hair and hands disappeared inside robes as lips sought lips and tongues twined. They pulled away suddenly, but didn't let go, when the door opened. They heard Dumbledore.
"This is our other new professor's office. His name is Adam Pierson. He's taking over for Binns," They were barely able to untangle themselves and straiten their robes when they entered the room. Dumbledore led the way and was followed by Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood. Severus adopted a softer version of his trademark sneer, annoyed to have been interrupted. Methos ran a hand through his hair and Adam Pierson smiled at them.
"Hello."
"Adam! These are our new Professors, Percy Weasley," Percy murmured hello, "and Oliver Wood," Oliver grinned and waved. "Percy will be teaching wand- less magic and basic Magism.(1) Oliver will be teaching Quidditch Theory/Strategy and be the assistant coach to Madame Hooch." He turned to the two ex-students. "This is…"
"Adam Pierson, History of Magic. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands and Dumbledore gestured to behind Adam.
"Of course you'll remember Severus." Both were surprised at the healthier, cleaner, and (if the small smile was to judge) happier Severus Snape, but that didn't stop them from shaking hands either. "Percy and Oliver here will be starting their classes when the students come back from break. There will be a sign up sheet in the common rooms." Severus nodded, but Methos looked at Dumbledore.
"And the real reason, Albus?" Percy and Oliver looked at each other surprised, but Dumbledore chuckled.
"Can't get anything past you, now, can I? Well, Mr. Weasley here graduated with the highest marks in over fifty years in every subject with the exception of Severus here in potions." If anyone had cared to look they would have seen the faint pink that painted itself across Snape's high cheekbones, but nobody did. His secret was safe for now. "Not to mention that he's a weather mage…the only in the world, now." Methos' eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, as did Severus'. "And I couldn't spit them up. There's a lot of power in bonded wizards." Methos looked over at them, pinning them with his gaze. They squirmed slightly until he smiled.
"Welcome to the teaching staff here at Hogwarts," Severus said, speaking for Methos. "Rest assured, there will never be a dull moment."
Percy and Oliver's Suite
They had just arrived and already Percy was at the desk going over his notes for class, an act echoing his years at Hogwarts. Oliver was sitting in the bed, polishing his Quidditch Broom. From his brief stint in the pros, he had a very top of the line broom, and he was very protective of it. Percy scratched his neck, tossed his hair out of hi eyes and pushed his glasses up his nose. No longer did he wear the ugly horn rimmed glasses of his youth. He now sported a smaller pair of black oval wire frames, much lighter and more comfortable, not to mention flattering. Oliver looked over at his husband (2) the almost absentminded look he had on his face that he got when he though too deeply, and the clock on the wall. Three hours until dinner. (it had been pushed back for New Years.) With an evil grin Oliver put his broom away and walked over to the desk.
Reaching around he gently pulled Percy's glasses off his face and laid they aside. Percy's hands stilled when his vision decreased and his eyes almost closed when he felt Oliver's lips on his long pale neck.
"Oliver…" he murmured, trying to gain back some control (and failing miserably) "What are you doing?" His voice was soft and tremulous.
"I would think…that much…would be…obvious…" Oliver said between kisses.
"But-"
"No butts, Weasley, save for the one you're sitting on. There are three hours until dinner and I want to Celebrate."
"Celebrate what?"
"Having you." He felt Percy's mouth open in slightly shocked protest. They had been together for almost two years and Percy was still amazed that Oliver would want him. Oliver quickly covered Percy's mouth with his own, any protests falling short as Percy lost himself in the kiss. Oliver pulled away slightly, their lips sticking together. Percy opened his mouth again, a determined look in his eye. "Give it up Perce. You aren't going to win this one." A teasing looked replaced the look in Percy's eyes, and Oliver knew he had given in.
"Why must everything with you be a competition?" Percy murmured back, all resistance gone, leaving nothing but pure sensuality. Oliver shivered, his lover's voice sending tremours down his spine. Percy stood and started to back Oliver up to the bed. "You must realize that by now, with you," they fell onto the bed, "I always win."
The Great Hall – New Years Party
Remus stood in a darkened corner of the hall, holding a glass of champagne in his hand. He watched the teachers, and few students who stayed, chat and dance. Or at least try to. Flit and Pince made a particularly amusing sight, with Flit being only half of Pince's height. It was a match made in heaven. The students generally stayed off the dance floor, though Hermione and Ron were swaying together as they stood near Harry and Draco.
He closed his eyes and smiled when he felt the strong arms of his lover wrap around him. He grinned when he felt the kisses on his neck. Then, reason reared it's ugly head.
"Padfoot…what if they see you? They don't all know you're innocent."
"There's no problem of me being recognized, Moony." Remus turned to look at him and gasped at what he saw. He had no doubt it was Sirius, but he looked different. His eyes were the same but that was about it. His short black hair was now blond with just a hint of strawberry. On his chin was a rather wicked goatee, but when Remus touched it, all he felt was smooth skin.
"Nobody will know it's me," Sirius whispered grasping the hands cupping his face. Remus grinned and kissed him, the rest of the room forgotten.
The doors opened but few turned to look as Percy and Oliver walked in and looked for their friends. Noticing Harry & Co. Oliver nudged Percy and led the way over. Oliver crept up behind Harry holding a finger to his lips to signal for silence to all who saw him. Behind him, and still unseen by the others, Percy rolled his eyes. Oliver clamped his hands down on Harry's shoulders suddenly.
"Hullo Harry!"
"Ahh!" Harry jumped, then turned to glare at his attacker. The glare turned into a grin when he saw his old Quidditch Captain and friend. "Oliver! What are you doing here?"
"Besides being a pain in everyone's arse?" Percy put in with a small smirk. Oliver grinned at him while the others looked in shock. Percy just said arse…and was making wise-guy remarks! 'God I love that Weasley!' Oliver thought, looking at Percy.
"Yup…that's what he meant all right," Oliver murmured before recovering, "I'm Quidditch Theory and I'm Assistant Coach to Madame Hooch."
"Why are you here then, Percy? Another ministry assignment?" Ron asked tightly. Percy shook his head.
"No. I left the ministry. I left officially there at 12:00 midnight on Christmas eve."
"But Percy!" Hermione protested, "Working in the ministry is what you always wanted!" He smiled, a little sadly she thought.
"It was…until I found some things out about myself and realized what was really important to me…that and the fact that I had written the same report 50 times, and nobody even bothered to read them. To test it I took the report and wrote all in nonsense words, but if you take the first letter of each word, I'm telling Fudge right where he can shove it!" He said a little headedly, striking him palm, before controlling himself once again and fixing his neat hair. "Anyway, when Dumbledore offered me the job I jumped at the chance."
"What will you teach?" asked Draco.
"Wand-less Magic and Mageism" (1)
"You're a mage?" Ron asked, clearly shocked. Percy blanched.
"Well…oh I don't see the harm as long as you don't tell anyone. (2) Yes. I'm a Mage…a Weather Mage, actually."
"Does Mum know?" Percy paused.
"I haven't told her, but that doesn't mean anything. As far as I think she knows, I wan on a trip for the ministry when I went for training…but this is Mum we're talking about. She probably knew before I did."
"She doesn't know," Ginny piped up for the first time. All looked to her. "I talk to her. She tells me things. She hasn't mentioned that, and it's a big enough thing so that she'd tell me before she even said hello." The eyes, the owners of which obviously thinking she was done, turned back to Percy and Oliver. Ginny, however, resumed talking. "Isn't it lucky that Dumbledore found jobs for both of you together?" (3) Oliver nodded enthusiastically and Percy, blessed with the Weasley complexion, blushed.
"Why would that be…" Ron trailed off, figuring out that he was dense. "Oh!" he grinned at Percy. "Nice catch Perc…Very nice." Percy's blush deepened as Oliver laughed.
"Come on, you lucky guy, lets dance!"
"But Oliver…you've seen me dance." Percy's tone was flat.
"Yep, and I want a good laugh, now lets go!" Oliver grabbed his hand and led a very reluctant Percy to the dance floor. Wrapping Percy in his arms, he started to sing the song playing, "Hold me close…hole me tight…make me thrill with delight…cause I cry every time we're apart…I want you…I need you …I love you…with all…my…heart…" Percy smiled at Oliver.
"The feeling is very mutual."
On the other side of the Hall, Severus sat, watching the room and sipping champagne. He saw Remus in the corner with what could only be a disguised Sirius. He saw Harry & Co. having fun by the fire. He saw Percy and Oliver dancing rather poorly and having a grand old time (either both were leading or both were following…but they were laughing, so it was all good.)
HE saw Flit and Pince and started to snigger. To account for Flit's lack of height, He had preformed the levitation spell upon himself and was floating so that he just came above Pince's head and his knees were just about her solar plexus. He had just raised his glass to his lips again when he felt a warm and heavy, and, well…rather large weight settle onto his lap, almost making me spill, bit not quite. He quickly swallowed.
"What are you doing?" He asked his lover who had recently taken up residency in his lap.
"Sitting."
"Yes I can see that…why on me?"
"Because I'm tired of standing…and I wanted to."
"Oh…" Severus wrapped his arms around Methos' waist and he snuggled back against Severus' chest. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, moving only for food, drink, and the occasional slow dance. Finally Dumbledore called for silence.
"I do believe," he said, " that it is now time for the countdown to the new year." With a wave of his wand a giant glowing clock, counting down, appeared over the heads of the party-goers.
"10…9…8…"
Remus snuggled into Sirius' arms, champagne in hand.
"…7…6…"
Unseen by others, Harry and Draco clasped hand, twining their fingers.
"…5…4…"
Ron looked at Herm, grinning in excitement of the moment and shining in his face.
"…3…2…"
Methos turned to straddle Severus in the chair.
"…1…"
All across the room, lips met lips.
"Happy New Year!"
TBC.
Phew…that was a lot of typing. Ok. Welcome Percy Weasley-Wood and Oliver Wood-Weasley to the Hogwarts staff. A few notes…
(1) Magism – the art/skill/craft of being a Mage (Which is a type of spell caster.) The word "magism" is made up off the top of my head with little basis in reality. Pronounced - ma-jis-em. There are different types of Mages. Weather Mages (Percy) Earth Mages (plants and such) Air Mages (winds) Fire Mages (nyeah ha ha ha! Fire!) and Water Mages (um…you get eh idea) More on this in Percy's story.
Note: My Percy/Oliver Story is all planned out. All I have to do now is write the damned thing. The first part will be posted after I finish this story. (Only 8 chapters left!)
(2) Magism is rare…like healing and seeing (oh, they are also a form of Mage as they can do wand less magic…more later.) It has to be kept a secret; just like Healing and Seing…can you see the trend. BTW – Mages are usually men of strong repressed emotion. That emotion adds to the magical power, making wand less power possible. Also, it enhances any innate understanding in anyone…Percy's is weather. Neville would probably be and Earth Mage…plants.
(3) A bit on bonded wizards…they are, essentially, married. Bonding mixes the magic of one, making them equal or until one is in danger when they channel both energies to use their Mage powers. It is a very bad idea (like, insulting a hippogriff) to separate bonded wizards, especially mages.
I would write more notes, but I can't think of any.
Aurumlupi – The entire staff does NOT know he's immortal…only that he's sleeping with Severus. Dumbledore knows he's immortal and has informed McGonagall because of reasons that he won't tell me. Remus knows, because of the conversation they had, so Sirius knows by default. Methos told Severus (and took two chapters to do it) and Cassie's immortal herself. That's all who know. Sorry for the confusion.
Shinigami – Cassie's not really a Homophobe; she just hates Methos enough to use everything she can against him. She'll call him a faggot and queer and fudge-packer and a whole bunch of nasty names that I hate simply to get at him and dig at him. Personally, if she did this around me, I'd slap her so hard…grrr…but it's just for flavor in the story…and for a scene later on in their lives. She's not mad about the hussy thing, but she hasn't forgotten. Bilnd date huh…hmmm…The P/O fic should be out in a few weeks; after I write the last chapter of this. The first chapter of that is half written, just have patience. Harry/Draco outing…not sure yet. I haven't really figured it out yet…I'll decide when I write it. As for Ron getting laid…talk to Hermione. She's his girlfriend, not me…unless you have a male in mind for him…no…I can't have the entire school gay…there'd be no more future children then. Hm…0_o…( Ron's face…he he he.
It's late. I'm tired. No more tonight. I have a concert to play tomorrow night. Next chapter up this weekend. Goodnight!
Chapter 35:
"Where are you going?"
"Headmaster's office."
"His office is that way, Olly."
"How do you know?"
"Well…lets see…I was a prefect here since my fifth year…I was head boy…I visited my brothers when thy were in trouble…"
"Like I said, this way." Percy smiled at his energetic lover as he abruptly changed direction and continued in the other direction as if he had been going that way all along. Together they arrived at the stone gargoyle.
"Fizzing Whizbees." The gargoyle moved and the newest couple at Hogwarts entered the Headmaster's office.
Adam Pierson's office
Methos sat hunched over at the desk, grading the papers he had due right before break.
"That's it," he groused, "Next time, I'm waiting till after break." His music (Queen, of course) was playing in the background and he tapped his pen to Princes of the Universe. "I am Immortal/I have inside me blood of kings/I have no rival/no man can be my equal/I've come to be the ruler of your world!" He sang along, not very loud, but very amateurly. So engrossed was he in his papers and the song that he did not notice Severus sneak up from behind. He jumped when he the strong hands clamped down on his shoulders, but when they started to kneed the tense muscles, he relaxed with a groan.
"That feels so good. Don't ever stop." Severus chuckled at the moan in his lover's voice and brought his lips to Methos' ear.
"Not even for better things?" Methos smiled and looked up, smirking.
"Well…maybe." Taking the invitation Severus kissed him and Methos wrapped his arms around his love's neck. Severus moved, pulling Methos up and sitting him on/against the desk. Fingers tangled in hair and hands disappeared inside robes as lips sought lips and tongues twined. They pulled away suddenly, but didn't let go, when the door opened. They heard Dumbledore.
"This is our other new professor's office. His name is Adam Pierson. He's taking over for Binns," They were barely able to untangle themselves and straiten their robes when they entered the room. Dumbledore led the way and was followed by Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood. Severus adopted a softer version of his trademark sneer, annoyed to have been interrupted. Methos ran a hand through his hair and Adam Pierson smiled at them.
"Hello."
"Adam! These are our new Professors, Percy Weasley," Percy murmured hello, "and Oliver Wood," Oliver grinned and waved. "Percy will be teaching wand- less magic and basic Magism.(1) Oliver will be teaching Quidditch Theory/Strategy and be the assistant coach to Madame Hooch." He turned to the two ex-students. "This is…"
"Adam Pierson, History of Magic. Pleased to meet you." They shook hands and Dumbledore gestured to behind Adam.
"Of course you'll remember Severus." Both were surprised at the healthier, cleaner, and (if the small smile was to judge) happier Severus Snape, but that didn't stop them from shaking hands either. "Percy and Oliver here will be starting their classes when the students come back from break. There will be a sign up sheet in the common rooms." Severus nodded, but Methos looked at Dumbledore.
"And the real reason, Albus?" Percy and Oliver looked at each other surprised, but Dumbledore chuckled.
"Can't get anything past you, now, can I? Well, Mr. Weasley here graduated with the highest marks in over fifty years in every subject with the exception of Severus here in potions." If anyone had cared to look they would have seen the faint pink that painted itself across Snape's high cheekbones, but nobody did. His secret was safe for now. "Not to mention that he's a weather mage…the only in the world, now." Methos' eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, as did Severus'. "And I couldn't spit them up. There's a lot of power in bonded wizards." Methos looked over at them, pinning them with his gaze. They squirmed slightly until he smiled.
"Welcome to the teaching staff here at Hogwarts," Severus said, speaking for Methos. "Rest assured, there will never be a dull moment."
Percy and Oliver's Suite
They had just arrived and already Percy was at the desk going over his notes for class, an act echoing his years at Hogwarts. Oliver was sitting in the bed, polishing his Quidditch Broom. From his brief stint in the pros, he had a very top of the line broom, and he was very protective of it. Percy scratched his neck, tossed his hair out of hi eyes and pushed his glasses up his nose. No longer did he wear the ugly horn rimmed glasses of his youth. He now sported a smaller pair of black oval wire frames, much lighter and more comfortable, not to mention flattering. Oliver looked over at his husband (2) the almost absentminded look he had on his face that he got when he though too deeply, and the clock on the wall. Three hours until dinner. (it had been pushed back for New Years.) With an evil grin Oliver put his broom away and walked over to the desk.
Reaching around he gently pulled Percy's glasses off his face and laid they aside. Percy's hands stilled when his vision decreased and his eyes almost closed when he felt Oliver's lips on his long pale neck.
"Oliver…" he murmured, trying to gain back some control (and failing miserably) "What are you doing?" His voice was soft and tremulous.
"I would think…that much…would be…obvious…" Oliver said between kisses.
"But-"
"No butts, Weasley, save for the one you're sitting on. There are three hours until dinner and I want to Celebrate."
"Celebrate what?"
"Having you." He felt Percy's mouth open in slightly shocked protest. They had been together for almost two years and Percy was still amazed that Oliver would want him. Oliver quickly covered Percy's mouth with his own, any protests falling short as Percy lost himself in the kiss. Oliver pulled away slightly, their lips sticking together. Percy opened his mouth again, a determined look in his eye. "Give it up Perce. You aren't going to win this one." A teasing looked replaced the look in Percy's eyes, and Oliver knew he had given in.
"Why must everything with you be a competition?" Percy murmured back, all resistance gone, leaving nothing but pure sensuality. Oliver shivered, his lover's voice sending tremours down his spine. Percy stood and started to back Oliver up to the bed. "You must realize that by now, with you," they fell onto the bed, "I always win."
The Great Hall – New Years Party
Remus stood in a darkened corner of the hall, holding a glass of champagne in his hand. He watched the teachers, and few students who stayed, chat and dance. Or at least try to. Flit and Pince made a particularly amusing sight, with Flit being only half of Pince's height. It was a match made in heaven. The students generally stayed off the dance floor, though Hermione and Ron were swaying together as they stood near Harry and Draco.
He closed his eyes and smiled when he felt the strong arms of his lover wrap around him. He grinned when he felt the kisses on his neck. Then, reason reared it's ugly head.
"Padfoot…what if they see you? They don't all know you're innocent."
"There's no problem of me being recognized, Moony." Remus turned to look at him and gasped at what he saw. He had no doubt it was Sirius, but he looked different. His eyes were the same but that was about it. His short black hair was now blond with just a hint of strawberry. On his chin was a rather wicked goatee, but when Remus touched it, all he felt was smooth skin.
"Nobody will know it's me," Sirius whispered grasping the hands cupping his face. Remus grinned and kissed him, the rest of the room forgotten.
The doors opened but few turned to look as Percy and Oliver walked in and looked for their friends. Noticing Harry & Co. Oliver nudged Percy and led the way over. Oliver crept up behind Harry holding a finger to his lips to signal for silence to all who saw him. Behind him, and still unseen by the others, Percy rolled his eyes. Oliver clamped his hands down on Harry's shoulders suddenly.
"Hullo Harry!"
"Ahh!" Harry jumped, then turned to glare at his attacker. The glare turned into a grin when he saw his old Quidditch Captain and friend. "Oliver! What are you doing here?"
"Besides being a pain in everyone's arse?" Percy put in with a small smirk. Oliver grinned at him while the others looked in shock. Percy just said arse…and was making wise-guy remarks! 'God I love that Weasley!' Oliver thought, looking at Percy.
"Yup…that's what he meant all right," Oliver murmured before recovering, "I'm Quidditch Theory and I'm Assistant Coach to Madame Hooch."
"Why are you here then, Percy? Another ministry assignment?" Ron asked tightly. Percy shook his head.
"No. I left the ministry. I left officially there at 12:00 midnight on Christmas eve."
"But Percy!" Hermione protested, "Working in the ministry is what you always wanted!" He smiled, a little sadly she thought.
"It was…until I found some things out about myself and realized what was really important to me…that and the fact that I had written the same report 50 times, and nobody even bothered to read them. To test it I took the report and wrote all in nonsense words, but if you take the first letter of each word, I'm telling Fudge right where he can shove it!" He said a little headedly, striking him palm, before controlling himself once again and fixing his neat hair. "Anyway, when Dumbledore offered me the job I jumped at the chance."
"What will you teach?" asked Draco.
"Wand-less Magic and Mageism" (1)
"You're a mage?" Ron asked, clearly shocked. Percy blanched.
"Well…oh I don't see the harm as long as you don't tell anyone. (2) Yes. I'm a Mage…a Weather Mage, actually."
"Does Mum know?" Percy paused.
"I haven't told her, but that doesn't mean anything. As far as I think she knows, I wan on a trip for the ministry when I went for training…but this is Mum we're talking about. She probably knew before I did."
"She doesn't know," Ginny piped up for the first time. All looked to her. "I talk to her. She tells me things. She hasn't mentioned that, and it's a big enough thing so that she'd tell me before she even said hello." The eyes, the owners of which obviously thinking she was done, turned back to Percy and Oliver. Ginny, however, resumed talking. "Isn't it lucky that Dumbledore found jobs for both of you together?" (3) Oliver nodded enthusiastically and Percy, blessed with the Weasley complexion, blushed.
"Why would that be…" Ron trailed off, figuring out that he was dense. "Oh!" he grinned at Percy. "Nice catch Perc…Very nice." Percy's blush deepened as Oliver laughed.
"Come on, you lucky guy, lets dance!"
"But Oliver…you've seen me dance." Percy's tone was flat.
"Yep, and I want a good laugh, now lets go!" Oliver grabbed his hand and led a very reluctant Percy to the dance floor. Wrapping Percy in his arms, he started to sing the song playing, "Hold me close…hole me tight…make me thrill with delight…cause I cry every time we're apart…I want you…I need you …I love you…with all…my…heart…" Percy smiled at Oliver.
"The feeling is very mutual."
On the other side of the Hall, Severus sat, watching the room and sipping champagne. He saw Remus in the corner with what could only be a disguised Sirius. He saw Harry & Co. having fun by the fire. He saw Percy and Oliver dancing rather poorly and having a grand old time (either both were leading or both were following…but they were laughing, so it was all good.)
HE saw Flit and Pince and started to snigger. To account for Flit's lack of height, He had preformed the levitation spell upon himself and was floating so that he just came above Pince's head and his knees were just about her solar plexus. He had just raised his glass to his lips again when he felt a warm and heavy, and, well…rather large weight settle onto his lap, almost making me spill, bit not quite. He quickly swallowed.
"What are you doing?" He asked his lover who had recently taken up residency in his lap.
"Sitting."
"Yes I can see that…why on me?"
"Because I'm tired of standing…and I wanted to."
"Oh…" Severus wrapped his arms around Methos' waist and he snuggled back against Severus' chest. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, moving only for food, drink, and the occasional slow dance. Finally Dumbledore called for silence.
"I do believe," he said, " that it is now time for the countdown to the new year." With a wave of his wand a giant glowing clock, counting down, appeared over the heads of the party-goers.
"10…9…8…"
Remus snuggled into Sirius' arms, champagne in hand.
"…7…6…"
Unseen by others, Harry and Draco clasped hand, twining their fingers.
"…5…4…"
Ron looked at Herm, grinning in excitement of the moment and shining in his face.
"…3…2…"
Methos turned to straddle Severus in the chair.
"…1…"
All across the room, lips met lips.
"Happy New Year!"
TBC.
Phew…that was a lot of typing. Ok. Welcome Percy Weasley-Wood and Oliver Wood-Weasley to the Hogwarts staff. A few notes…
(1) Magism – the art/skill/craft of being a Mage (Which is a type of spell caster.) The word "magism" is made up off the top of my head with little basis in reality. Pronounced - ma-jis-em. There are different types of Mages. Weather Mages (Percy) Earth Mages (plants and such) Air Mages (winds) Fire Mages (nyeah ha ha ha! Fire!) and Water Mages (um…you get eh idea) More on this in Percy's story.
Note: My Percy/Oliver Story is all planned out. All I have to do now is write the damned thing. The first part will be posted after I finish this story. (Only 8 chapters left!)
(2) Magism is rare…like healing and seeing (oh, they are also a form of Mage as they can do wand less magic…more later.) It has to be kept a secret; just like Healing and Seing…can you see the trend. BTW – Mages are usually men of strong repressed emotion. That emotion adds to the magical power, making wand less power possible. Also, it enhances any innate understanding in anyone…Percy's is weather. Neville would probably be and Earth Mage…plants.
(3) A bit on bonded wizards…they are, essentially, married. Bonding mixes the magic of one, making them equal or until one is in danger when they channel both energies to use their Mage powers. It is a very bad idea (like, insulting a hippogriff) to separate bonded wizards, especially mages.
I would write more notes, but I can't think of any.
Aurumlupi – The entire staff does NOT know he's immortal…only that he's sleeping with Severus. Dumbledore knows he's immortal and has informed McGonagall because of reasons that he won't tell me. Remus knows, because of the conversation they had, so Sirius knows by default. Methos told Severus (and took two chapters to do it) and Cassie's immortal herself. That's all who know. Sorry for the confusion.
Shinigami – Cassie's not really a Homophobe; she just hates Methos enough to use everything she can against him. She'll call him a faggot and queer and fudge-packer and a whole bunch of nasty names that I hate simply to get at him and dig at him. Personally, if she did this around me, I'd slap her so hard…grrr…but it's just for flavor in the story…and for a scene later on in their lives. She's not mad about the hussy thing, but she hasn't forgotten. Bilnd date huh…hmmm…The P/O fic should be out in a few weeks; after I write the last chapter of this. The first chapter of that is half written, just have patience. Harry/Draco outing…not sure yet. I haven't really figured it out yet…I'll decide when I write it. As for Ron getting laid…talk to Hermione. She's his girlfriend, not me…unless you have a male in mind for him…no…I can't have the entire school gay…there'd be no more future children then. Hm…0_o…( Ron's face…he he he.
It's late. I'm tired. No more tonight. I have a concert to play tomorrow night. Next chapter up this weekend. Goodnight!