Chapter 3
United
Aime never had so many friends. For once she had four close friends and some older ones too. When she finished the feast, she went up with Matt and Lian to their tower along with the other first years.
"Matt, what are the qualifications for Quiddich?" Aime asked.
"Well, you must be 11. If you are a very young first year, you can't play.school rule, you know? But, if you are old enough, you can always try out. Currently, the Dragons need a Chaser and a Keeper. Why, you interested?"
"Yeah, can I try out?"
"Sure, just ask Sean. He's a fifth year-our team captain."
She smiled, "Sure thing."
That night, she unpacked and read Quiddich tips. She never was good at muggle sports, but this was different. She was ready to try out when the time came. She asked Sean when tryouts were, and they were in one week. There was plenty of time to practice on Saturday.
The next morning, Aime got her book bag filled with parchment and ink. She put her Transfiguration book in it along with a few others. Her first class was with her head of house, Professor Gorner. It was Transfiguration class. She couldn't wait.
When she walked into the class, she sat down. Above the teacher's desk were letters that spelled:
Think of an animal and get ready to transfigure.
Aime smiled and chose an animal: an elf owl. She would turn whatever they were transfiguring into an elf owl.
Professor Gorner came in and looked around at all the thinking students. Aime got out her wand and looked at Professor Gorner; she tried to show the teacher that she could do it.
"Silence!" Gorner shouted, "Now, I will ask you all to turn this feather into whatever animal you are thinking of. I know this is an extremely difficult subject for first years; however, I would like to see how close you can get. Think of it as a benchmark test. Who would like to go first?"
Everyone slumped into their seat and avoided the Professor's eyes. Everyone except Aime. She sat up and raised her hand high. She could do this.
"Miss Larks, I believe?"
"Yes Madam."
"Well, come on and show us. What animal are you thinking of?"
"An elf owl," Aime said.
"Very tricky for a first year. Let's see how you do."
Aime thought hard of the elf owl she knew. She could do this.
"Elvin Owl Transfiguria!"
The feather morphed quickly into a beautiful elf owl. It was quite gorgeous, and Mrs. Gorner gasped at how effective her spell was.
"50 points to the Dragons! Oh my, what has happened to all the students like you Larks?"
Aime smiled, put her prized wand in its case, and sat back down. Everyone stared at her. She glanced around at the many eyes and suddenly looked down. People started raising their hands after Aime's spectacular show, but all of them were turned down for having very strange transfigurations. One boy made a piranha that looked remarkably-like a feather. He had to go to the hospital wing after that.
When class was over, a bell was magically magnified to ring through the entire school. Gorner spoke up.
"No homework! Please try to read over your books on animal transfiguring!" then she said, "Oh, and Miss Aime Larks, please speak with me a moment."
"Go on without me guys. Tell Professor Miller sorry for being late."
"Okay Aime, and good luck!" they called back.
"Aime, did you know you could transfigure already?" Professor Gorner asked.
"Well, I have only done it once before.at Luke's Wand shop. I think it's just the wand."
"Let me see it."
Aime handed her the wand.
"Two cores, eh? That isn't all that's done this. I've seen these before. Not this quality, but I've seen a wand like this. The student couldn't turn a bologna sandwich into a turkey sandwich. It was pathetic. No, I believe you are the reason for this magic. I think you are special Aime. I've never seen another first year successfully transfigure on their first day of school."
"Thanks Professor," Aime said.
"It's all you Miss Larks."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, see you next Monday Miss Larks."
"You too, Professor,"
Aime left in a great mood. She had transfigured on her first day of school. Gorner kept the owl and said that if Aime made any more, they could make a school owlery. Aime was delighted.
Aime went to Charms with her head held high. She gave Mr. Miller a note from Professor Gorner stating that she had been late for a very good reason. Then, she sat in her seat. She wanted to see how much she could do, so she volunteered for this benchmark too.
"Today," said the professor, "we will be learning how to levitate things. It should be quite simple, however, I will give you a chance, without my help, to try. That is, if you know the proper spell."
Aime read up on this on the boat, so it should be quite simple. Miller asked for volunteers, and everyone pointed at Aime saying things like, "Aime can!" and, "Larks is awesome!"
Aime stood up, went to the teacher's desk, and looked at the feather she was supposed to levitate. She thought hard, "swish-flicked" her wand, and said, "Wingardium leviosa!"
To her surprise, but more to the surprise of the class and the professor, the feather went into the air. The quicker she moved her wand, the quicker the feather levitated with it. She was so happy that she made the feather fly around May and April before finally putting it back on Miller's desk.
"Aime! 50 points to the Dragons! That was great!"
"Thanks Professor," she replied. She sat down, confused and cheerful at the same time.
"Well, can anyone else try?" he asked.
Everyone who tried failed, and Aime was asked again to demonstrate. Afterwards, she was asked-yet again-to stay after class.
"Aime, you weren't held back or anything, were you?" Miller asked.
"Why, no! This is my first year. I only found out I was half-witch a few days ago!"
"Okay, well, you show some odd signs. It's like you don't need teaching almost. I think that you should consider asking Professor Readen about this. I know I will. Do some reading.maybe we'll know how this can be. This is the first year-usually I only do the benchmark to show how difficult charms are."
"Yes sir."
"Now, go to lunch. I'm sure your friends will like to congratulate you for getting 100 points today."
"How'd you know about my 50 points for Transfiguration?"
"Just a hunch," he said with a smile.
Aime went to lunch. When she opened the doors to the Dining Hall, a loud sound met her ears. She was confused at first, but then she saw that the Dragons were all standing.cheering for her. She smiled and sat down at her table-the one she sat at last night.
"Great job Larks!"
"Awesome 100 points Aime!"
People were yelling thanks to her all during lunch. Professor Readen laughed when Matthew and Lian shook hands with her almost solemnly. The twins laughed when Eric imitated them.
Aime went straight to work on studying after lunch. They had no class after lunch on Mondays, so she went to the Dragon tower. She loved it there. There were rooms for storage, broomsticks, really anything. They had a lobby, and Aime, the twins, and a girl named Violette had the dorm at the top of the tower to themselves.
After studying for an hour, (the twins said, "No homework! That means zero, zip, ka-put!") she went to the broom closet to get her firebolt.
There were two Quiddich fields. Since no one held try-outs yet, they were both open. Aime chose one and got out the quaffle. She said, "up," to her broom, and it flew up immediately. Then, she mounted and took the quaffle into the air.
She loved to fly. It was a sort of freedom she never felt before. It was like learning how to swim, only you were faster, more free. She threw a couple goals and never missed. Then she did some flips and spins to get the kinks out of her broom. She decided to try a couple dives and did them well.
After a while, she tried to be a beater. She was less effective as a beater, but she enjoyed it all the same. She chose a place to hit the bludger towards and hit that spot every time.
Then she tried seeker. She enjoyed this position too. It was very fun, but needed plenty of patience.
She hexed the quaffle to throw itself towards the goal so she could practice being keeper too. Aime would settle for any position, since she turned out liking them all. It was an easy choice though. She wanted to be a chaser.
She put her things up and got ready for dinner. It would be a long time before the weekend. She hoped it would come soon. She wanted to try out now, before she got nervous.
At dinner, Eric didn't show up. Aime got worried about the boy with the emerald hair, but didn't bother looking for him. Hopefully he was just lost. He would ask someone how to get to the Dining Hall and find his way back. She hoped he could.
Eric wasn't in the Dragon lobby. He wasn't in his dorm, and he certainly wasn't in class. The twins told Aime to try the hospital wing, so Aime decided to. It may be serious.
When she got there, Nurse Johnson was very annoyed. She told Aime that it simply wasn't the time to be wondering the hallways at night. Aime asked about Eric, but he wasn't there.
Then she heard a muffled yell. She tried to find out where it came from, but she was confused as to where it was. She could have only heard an echo. She chose to go down a long, crooked hallway. She seemed to be getting closer to the screaming person, but then again, she could be getting closer to the echo. She went anyway, and saw an ogre standing over Eric. It was 12 feet tall with a massive mouth and a lot of teeth.
"Aime, help!" Eric yelled.
He was on his back with his wand out in front of him. The problem was that they really hadn't learned much in the one day at Toethrilles. They hadn't even had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class yet.
"Eric, crawl back as far away from it as possible!"
Eric did as he was told. He was very quick for a kid as tall as him. As soon as he was two yards away, Aime did what she had done earlier, only this was much harder.
The ogre started to go towards her. She was trying to think, but then she felt a large ogre hand grab her. She could hardly breathe. Her sides ached with the force the monster put on her. She took her wand and pointed it at him.
Aime thought about a little elf owl. She concentrated on it, on making Eric live. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "ELVIN OWL TRANSFIGURIA!"
The ogre slowly turned into a small elf owl. She was worried about taking away the wand before the transfiguration was complete, so she kept it pointed at the ogre/owl until she was sure that everything was okay. But as soon as the thing lost his grip, she fell with a loud crunch coming from her leg. Soon, a little owl flew around their heads and hooted a song. Eric ran to Aime and helped her stand.
"Aime, you-you saved me!"
"Eric, are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks to you!"
Aime sighed, "How did that thing get in the palace?"
Eric explained. He was outside on the field-near the forest-when he heard something erupt from the trees. An ogre ran towards him, so he ran as fast as possible to the mansion. Then, it found a way in and caught up to him. Aime was scared. Why would an ogre risk daylight to see Eric? To hurt him? Aime decided to get to the hospital wing-both of them needed to explain to Readen what happened too.
At the hospital wing, Nurse Johnson took Aime and put her in bed at once. Eric just needed a potion to keep his muscles relaxed. Aime had to take a potion to mend bones and keep off her leg for a day.
"A day? What about classes?" Aime asked.
"Oh, well, we can give you a wheelchair. You know, the kinds muggles use? You wouldn't mind that would you?"
"That would be great," Aime said.
The next day, Aime woke early to get her things. She got in a wheelchair and went to her tower to get her things for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
When she got to the Dragon Lobby, everyone cheered. Apparently, the whole school knew about what had happened with her and Eric. The only thing she regret about it was the fact that she needed a good leg to do well in Quiddich. The students let her get her stuff, and told her to wear blue robes today to show spirit-as every other Dragon was. Most of the time, she wore black robes, but today she put on her blue robes and hat like everyone. She was in a great mood, and nothing could diminish it.
When she went to breakfast, everyone gave her a round of applause and she got another 50 points for saving a life. She shined with happiness at the prospect of getting 150 points in one day. She already fit in.
Defense against the dark arts was actually fun. They practiced a slowing spell. Aime was by far the best, but Professor Laster didn't care. She just went on and on about how Aime needed to work on it like everyone else. Laster was head of the Serpant's house.
After that, they got homework. It was a page essay about slowing spells. Aime finished it right away and set off for the Quiddich field.
Her leg was healed ahead of time, and Aime wasn't going to keep pressure off it for nothing. She wanted it strong before the weekend.
She mounted her firebolt and felt the wind through her hair. It was a great feeling. She was about to do a flip when she saw Zach Duckly walking up the field.
Aime lowered to the ground, "What do you want? I was here first."
"I am training. There's plenty of room for both of us."
"Oh please, you just want to show that you are better than me. You want to try and show off! Well try if you must!"
"You're right! You half-blood! You're all the same! Those points shouldn't have been given to you just 'cause you're a-a-"
"A what?"
"A RAVEN, OKAY?" and he pointed his wand at Aime to hex her.
Aime was too quick for him. She got her wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
His wand burst out of his hand and Aime flew to it to grab it. He got on his broom and said, "Give me my wand back!"
"Here, catch!" She threw it through one of the opposite end's goal post. He stared at her and slowly steered off to get it-looking at her the entire way. Aime left and went to ask the twins something important-what was a "Raven"?
When she got to the Dragon's tower, she sat in a chair near May and April. Eric came up and sat down too. James came around the corner to hear what was up.
"Hey you guys. Uh, do any of you know what a Raven is?"
May gasped, and April looked worried. Eric spoke, "It's a type of person who has total power. Everyone hates Ravens. Ravens are the strongest Wizards and Witches in the world. Why do you ask?"
"Because Duckly called me one."
"What?" James said.
"Just what I told you. He called me a Raven. But, I'm not powerful and I'm not exactly hated-am I? I'm the opposite."
"No, you aren't the opposite. You are a Raven, and I know it. You may think you aren't, but you are a Raven," said a voice in a corner.
Aime looked up. Professor Readen was there, looking at them all solemnly.
"Please, professor, no. I'm not-a-a-Raven. I'm a decent person! I'm not even powerful!"
"If I do recall, I seem to remember that a single student transfigured-and levitated-a feather yesterday. On top of that, she single-handedly took out an ogre."
"Yes, but-"
"And she didn't have a single thing taught to her yet either!" Readen added.
"I-"
"Miss Larks, I suggest you do what you do best, and learn. You are half Raven. Your father was a Raven. Your Grandparents were Ravens. And it doesn't stop there. Trust me, you are as Raven as I am Human. And I can assure you, I'm human."
Aime was a little worried. For some reason this bit of information scared her. It proved that there were unknown things in the world. She went to bed early, but woke up constantly. Finally she drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed that she was a huge raven-a huge bird. She was enormous. Every time someone walked by, she pecked them and stepped on them. She was powerful. Then her father came to her and used his wand to turn her into an elf owl. Then she woke up.
Aime never had so many friends. For once she had four close friends and some older ones too. When she finished the feast, she went up with Matt and Lian to their tower along with the other first years.
"Matt, what are the qualifications for Quiddich?" Aime asked.
"Well, you must be 11. If you are a very young first year, you can't play.school rule, you know? But, if you are old enough, you can always try out. Currently, the Dragons need a Chaser and a Keeper. Why, you interested?"
"Yeah, can I try out?"
"Sure, just ask Sean. He's a fifth year-our team captain."
She smiled, "Sure thing."
That night, she unpacked and read Quiddich tips. She never was good at muggle sports, but this was different. She was ready to try out when the time came. She asked Sean when tryouts were, and they were in one week. There was plenty of time to practice on Saturday.
The next morning, Aime got her book bag filled with parchment and ink. She put her Transfiguration book in it along with a few others. Her first class was with her head of house, Professor Gorner. It was Transfiguration class. She couldn't wait.
When she walked into the class, she sat down. Above the teacher's desk were letters that spelled:
Think of an animal and get ready to transfigure.
Aime smiled and chose an animal: an elf owl. She would turn whatever they were transfiguring into an elf owl.
Professor Gorner came in and looked around at all the thinking students. Aime got out her wand and looked at Professor Gorner; she tried to show the teacher that she could do it.
"Silence!" Gorner shouted, "Now, I will ask you all to turn this feather into whatever animal you are thinking of. I know this is an extremely difficult subject for first years; however, I would like to see how close you can get. Think of it as a benchmark test. Who would like to go first?"
Everyone slumped into their seat and avoided the Professor's eyes. Everyone except Aime. She sat up and raised her hand high. She could do this.
"Miss Larks, I believe?"
"Yes Madam."
"Well, come on and show us. What animal are you thinking of?"
"An elf owl," Aime said.
"Very tricky for a first year. Let's see how you do."
Aime thought hard of the elf owl she knew. She could do this.
"Elvin Owl Transfiguria!"
The feather morphed quickly into a beautiful elf owl. It was quite gorgeous, and Mrs. Gorner gasped at how effective her spell was.
"50 points to the Dragons! Oh my, what has happened to all the students like you Larks?"
Aime smiled, put her prized wand in its case, and sat back down. Everyone stared at her. She glanced around at the many eyes and suddenly looked down. People started raising their hands after Aime's spectacular show, but all of them were turned down for having very strange transfigurations. One boy made a piranha that looked remarkably-like a feather. He had to go to the hospital wing after that.
When class was over, a bell was magically magnified to ring through the entire school. Gorner spoke up.
"No homework! Please try to read over your books on animal transfiguring!" then she said, "Oh, and Miss Aime Larks, please speak with me a moment."
"Go on without me guys. Tell Professor Miller sorry for being late."
"Okay Aime, and good luck!" they called back.
"Aime, did you know you could transfigure already?" Professor Gorner asked.
"Well, I have only done it once before.at Luke's Wand shop. I think it's just the wand."
"Let me see it."
Aime handed her the wand.
"Two cores, eh? That isn't all that's done this. I've seen these before. Not this quality, but I've seen a wand like this. The student couldn't turn a bologna sandwich into a turkey sandwich. It was pathetic. No, I believe you are the reason for this magic. I think you are special Aime. I've never seen another first year successfully transfigure on their first day of school."
"Thanks Professor," Aime said.
"It's all you Miss Larks."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, see you next Monday Miss Larks."
"You too, Professor,"
Aime left in a great mood. She had transfigured on her first day of school. Gorner kept the owl and said that if Aime made any more, they could make a school owlery. Aime was delighted.
Aime went to Charms with her head held high. She gave Mr. Miller a note from Professor Gorner stating that she had been late for a very good reason. Then, she sat in her seat. She wanted to see how much she could do, so she volunteered for this benchmark too.
"Today," said the professor, "we will be learning how to levitate things. It should be quite simple, however, I will give you a chance, without my help, to try. That is, if you know the proper spell."
Aime read up on this on the boat, so it should be quite simple. Miller asked for volunteers, and everyone pointed at Aime saying things like, "Aime can!" and, "Larks is awesome!"
Aime stood up, went to the teacher's desk, and looked at the feather she was supposed to levitate. She thought hard, "swish-flicked" her wand, and said, "Wingardium leviosa!"
To her surprise, but more to the surprise of the class and the professor, the feather went into the air. The quicker she moved her wand, the quicker the feather levitated with it. She was so happy that she made the feather fly around May and April before finally putting it back on Miller's desk.
"Aime! 50 points to the Dragons! That was great!"
"Thanks Professor," she replied. She sat down, confused and cheerful at the same time.
"Well, can anyone else try?" he asked.
Everyone who tried failed, and Aime was asked again to demonstrate. Afterwards, she was asked-yet again-to stay after class.
"Aime, you weren't held back or anything, were you?" Miller asked.
"Why, no! This is my first year. I only found out I was half-witch a few days ago!"
"Okay, well, you show some odd signs. It's like you don't need teaching almost. I think that you should consider asking Professor Readen about this. I know I will. Do some reading.maybe we'll know how this can be. This is the first year-usually I only do the benchmark to show how difficult charms are."
"Yes sir."
"Now, go to lunch. I'm sure your friends will like to congratulate you for getting 100 points today."
"How'd you know about my 50 points for Transfiguration?"
"Just a hunch," he said with a smile.
Aime went to lunch. When she opened the doors to the Dining Hall, a loud sound met her ears. She was confused at first, but then she saw that the Dragons were all standing.cheering for her. She smiled and sat down at her table-the one she sat at last night.
"Great job Larks!"
"Awesome 100 points Aime!"
People were yelling thanks to her all during lunch. Professor Readen laughed when Matthew and Lian shook hands with her almost solemnly. The twins laughed when Eric imitated them.
Aime went straight to work on studying after lunch. They had no class after lunch on Mondays, so she went to the Dragon tower. She loved it there. There were rooms for storage, broomsticks, really anything. They had a lobby, and Aime, the twins, and a girl named Violette had the dorm at the top of the tower to themselves.
After studying for an hour, (the twins said, "No homework! That means zero, zip, ka-put!") she went to the broom closet to get her firebolt.
There were two Quiddich fields. Since no one held try-outs yet, they were both open. Aime chose one and got out the quaffle. She said, "up," to her broom, and it flew up immediately. Then, she mounted and took the quaffle into the air.
She loved to fly. It was a sort of freedom she never felt before. It was like learning how to swim, only you were faster, more free. She threw a couple goals and never missed. Then she did some flips and spins to get the kinks out of her broom. She decided to try a couple dives and did them well.
After a while, she tried to be a beater. She was less effective as a beater, but she enjoyed it all the same. She chose a place to hit the bludger towards and hit that spot every time.
Then she tried seeker. She enjoyed this position too. It was very fun, but needed plenty of patience.
She hexed the quaffle to throw itself towards the goal so she could practice being keeper too. Aime would settle for any position, since she turned out liking them all. It was an easy choice though. She wanted to be a chaser.
She put her things up and got ready for dinner. It would be a long time before the weekend. She hoped it would come soon. She wanted to try out now, before she got nervous.
At dinner, Eric didn't show up. Aime got worried about the boy with the emerald hair, but didn't bother looking for him. Hopefully he was just lost. He would ask someone how to get to the Dining Hall and find his way back. She hoped he could.
Eric wasn't in the Dragon lobby. He wasn't in his dorm, and he certainly wasn't in class. The twins told Aime to try the hospital wing, so Aime decided to. It may be serious.
When she got there, Nurse Johnson was very annoyed. She told Aime that it simply wasn't the time to be wondering the hallways at night. Aime asked about Eric, but he wasn't there.
Then she heard a muffled yell. She tried to find out where it came from, but she was confused as to where it was. She could have only heard an echo. She chose to go down a long, crooked hallway. She seemed to be getting closer to the screaming person, but then again, she could be getting closer to the echo. She went anyway, and saw an ogre standing over Eric. It was 12 feet tall with a massive mouth and a lot of teeth.
"Aime, help!" Eric yelled.
He was on his back with his wand out in front of him. The problem was that they really hadn't learned much in the one day at Toethrilles. They hadn't even had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class yet.
"Eric, crawl back as far away from it as possible!"
Eric did as he was told. He was very quick for a kid as tall as him. As soon as he was two yards away, Aime did what she had done earlier, only this was much harder.
The ogre started to go towards her. She was trying to think, but then she felt a large ogre hand grab her. She could hardly breathe. Her sides ached with the force the monster put on her. She took her wand and pointed it at him.
Aime thought about a little elf owl. She concentrated on it, on making Eric live. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "ELVIN OWL TRANSFIGURIA!"
The ogre slowly turned into a small elf owl. She was worried about taking away the wand before the transfiguration was complete, so she kept it pointed at the ogre/owl until she was sure that everything was okay. But as soon as the thing lost his grip, she fell with a loud crunch coming from her leg. Soon, a little owl flew around their heads and hooted a song. Eric ran to Aime and helped her stand.
"Aime, you-you saved me!"
"Eric, are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks to you!"
Aime sighed, "How did that thing get in the palace?"
Eric explained. He was outside on the field-near the forest-when he heard something erupt from the trees. An ogre ran towards him, so he ran as fast as possible to the mansion. Then, it found a way in and caught up to him. Aime was scared. Why would an ogre risk daylight to see Eric? To hurt him? Aime decided to get to the hospital wing-both of them needed to explain to Readen what happened too.
At the hospital wing, Nurse Johnson took Aime and put her in bed at once. Eric just needed a potion to keep his muscles relaxed. Aime had to take a potion to mend bones and keep off her leg for a day.
"A day? What about classes?" Aime asked.
"Oh, well, we can give you a wheelchair. You know, the kinds muggles use? You wouldn't mind that would you?"
"That would be great," Aime said.
The next day, Aime woke early to get her things. She got in a wheelchair and went to her tower to get her things for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
When she got to the Dragon Lobby, everyone cheered. Apparently, the whole school knew about what had happened with her and Eric. The only thing she regret about it was the fact that she needed a good leg to do well in Quiddich. The students let her get her stuff, and told her to wear blue robes today to show spirit-as every other Dragon was. Most of the time, she wore black robes, but today she put on her blue robes and hat like everyone. She was in a great mood, and nothing could diminish it.
When she went to breakfast, everyone gave her a round of applause and she got another 50 points for saving a life. She shined with happiness at the prospect of getting 150 points in one day. She already fit in.
Defense against the dark arts was actually fun. They practiced a slowing spell. Aime was by far the best, but Professor Laster didn't care. She just went on and on about how Aime needed to work on it like everyone else. Laster was head of the Serpant's house.
After that, they got homework. It was a page essay about slowing spells. Aime finished it right away and set off for the Quiddich field.
Her leg was healed ahead of time, and Aime wasn't going to keep pressure off it for nothing. She wanted it strong before the weekend.
She mounted her firebolt and felt the wind through her hair. It was a great feeling. She was about to do a flip when she saw Zach Duckly walking up the field.
Aime lowered to the ground, "What do you want? I was here first."
"I am training. There's plenty of room for both of us."
"Oh please, you just want to show that you are better than me. You want to try and show off! Well try if you must!"
"You're right! You half-blood! You're all the same! Those points shouldn't have been given to you just 'cause you're a-a-"
"A what?"
"A RAVEN, OKAY?" and he pointed his wand at Aime to hex her.
Aime was too quick for him. She got her wand and shouted, "Expelliarmus!"
His wand burst out of his hand and Aime flew to it to grab it. He got on his broom and said, "Give me my wand back!"
"Here, catch!" She threw it through one of the opposite end's goal post. He stared at her and slowly steered off to get it-looking at her the entire way. Aime left and went to ask the twins something important-what was a "Raven"?
When she got to the Dragon's tower, she sat in a chair near May and April. Eric came up and sat down too. James came around the corner to hear what was up.
"Hey you guys. Uh, do any of you know what a Raven is?"
May gasped, and April looked worried. Eric spoke, "It's a type of person who has total power. Everyone hates Ravens. Ravens are the strongest Wizards and Witches in the world. Why do you ask?"
"Because Duckly called me one."
"What?" James said.
"Just what I told you. He called me a Raven. But, I'm not powerful and I'm not exactly hated-am I? I'm the opposite."
"No, you aren't the opposite. You are a Raven, and I know it. You may think you aren't, but you are a Raven," said a voice in a corner.
Aime looked up. Professor Readen was there, looking at them all solemnly.
"Please, professor, no. I'm not-a-a-Raven. I'm a decent person! I'm not even powerful!"
"If I do recall, I seem to remember that a single student transfigured-and levitated-a feather yesterday. On top of that, she single-handedly took out an ogre."
"Yes, but-"
"And she didn't have a single thing taught to her yet either!" Readen added.
"I-"
"Miss Larks, I suggest you do what you do best, and learn. You are half Raven. Your father was a Raven. Your Grandparents were Ravens. And it doesn't stop there. Trust me, you are as Raven as I am Human. And I can assure you, I'm human."
Aime was a little worried. For some reason this bit of information scared her. It proved that there were unknown things in the world. She went to bed early, but woke up constantly. Finally she drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed that she was a huge raven-a huge bird. She was enormous. Every time someone walked by, she pecked them and stepped on them. She was powerful. Then her father came to her and used his wand to turn her into an elf owl. Then she woke up.