I haven't said it in a few chapters, so here goes: I DON'T OWN EM! Well,
except for Samantha and Caribe and Michelle and Mikeli and Damon and, well,
you get it.
I think I fixed the schedule thing..if they have eight periods a day, that allows each teacher seven classes (assuming all classes have two houses in them) plus an Advanced class. This of course, doesn't allow for double periods...but of course, it's all magic anyway, so I don't know why I'm trying to rationalize it. I'll shut up now....
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As the bell rang, she deducted points from a couple of Ravenclaws for hanging out in the hallway just outside the room. When she entered, she noted the lack of a teacher. Suddenly a ghost flew through the blackboard. She judged by the lack of reaction that this was a common occurrence. She also guessed that this was Professor Binns. She approached the specter and nodded.
He looked up and smiled, "Samantha, it's great you could join us."
"Actually, I was just wondering when your fifth year classes were."
"You're in luck! This is the fifth year Gryffindor/Ravenclaw class, and next is fifth year Slytherin/Hufflepuff. You can just stay with me for the rest of the day." Inwardly she groaned, but outwardly, she just nodded curtly. Professor Binns turned and addressed his students.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, and congratulations for making it to your fifth year. This is where the history part of your studies gets interesting. Today, we will only be reading a few short sections. Please turn to page 13 of your books." Everyone scrambled to get their textbooks, eager to know what prompted the change in teaching method. In all the chaos, only Samantha noticed Dumbledore slip in through the door and take a seat in the back.
"Now, before we begin, can anyone tell me what a sorcerer is?" As usual, Hermione's hand shot up. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"A sorcerer or sorceress is a wizard or witch who does not need a wand. Magic isn't something they learn; it's something that comes naturally."
"Excellent, five points for Gryffindor. If you will please read the few paragraphs in your texts." The class listened as she read the short paragraphs, then Professor Binns floated above everyone.
"We are blessed to have a sorcerer with us today."
Harry groaned and leaned to Ron, "If I'm a sorcerer, I'm just going to shoot myself now and save Malfoy the trouble." Ron snickered.
"Five points, Mr. Potter, for speaking out of turn. I was in fact referring to Ms. Snape." Once again, all eyes turned to her, "Samantha, would you care to elaborate?"
"Certainly," she nodded, "Now pay attention. This will be on your O.WL.S." Harry and Ron shared a look that said "Snape" but she ignored it.
"Sorcerers are, as Miss Granger said, wizards who have no use for wands. Magic, to us, is an innate power. Wizards have a larger array of spells than sorcerers, but the sorcerer's spells are more powerful. For instance, you will learn Apparate in seventh year correct?" Nods all around, "I use Teleport. It is basically the same spell, except Teleport allows me to travel among the planes. You will learn of those in seventh year as well."
She took a breath and continued, "Sorcerers are rare, and can come from any type of family except a purely Muggle one. Miss Granger, for example, could not be a sorceress, but her child may be." Hermione flushed as the thought of her having children flashed through her mind.
"There are only two sorcerers in the world, and sadly, I am about to be alone. Nicholas Flamel will be gone in a matter of months. He was the greatest sorcerer since Merlin." The Gryffindor trio exchanged glances at the mention of the name, which made Dumbledore smile. A screeching in the hallway grabbed everyone's attention, and the Headmaster opened the door.
Caribe flew in, and everyone gasped in amazement. Samantha smiled a little, watching the bird, and soon perched on the desk behind her. At all the students' stares, she explained.
"Caribe is a golden eagle; the last of his kind as well. We are bonded, just as you and your pets share a special connection. But as I said, with sorcerers it is more powerful. Therefore, if one of us is hurt or killed, it affects the other. We are also linked empathically, so we can feel each other. Within line of sight, it becomes telepathy. Caribe is smarter than an average animal, and therefore has a very good comprehension of the English language. His favorite place to be is on my shoulder; he's extremely protective of me." As she said this, the bird jumped from the desk to her shoulder, which made her dip a little. "The only problem is he weighs 15 kilos."
Seeing his lesson straying, Professor Binns tried to refocus the class, but Dumbledore interrupted. "Why don't we open the floor for questions? I think they may learn best that way, and they need to get to know their intern professor." With this, he left, and Samantha nodded in agreement.
"Very well, but I think some guidelines are in order. Do not ask me on my relation to Professor Snape. If anything you ask is unacceptable, I will let you know." Hands shot up all over the room. "Mr. Weasley?"
"What is that thing you flew in on?"
"That is my hoverboard. At Brisham, we play a game similar to Quidditch. Miss Brown?"
"Can you fly on a broom?"
"Yes I can, though it is not taught at Brisham. Miss Patil?"
"What are your favorite classes?"
"My favorite subjects are Astronomy and Abjuration, which is your equivalent of Defense against the Dark Arts, but it entails all protection spells. I also was very good at Ancient Runes. Mr. Potter?"
"What classes are your best subjects?"
"Smart lad. I'll admit, my favorites are not my best. My best subject is Enchantments, which I believe you call Charms. Sorcerers' powers are innate, so we are not as adept in logical subjects, such as Arithmancy, Transfiguration, and Potions, as wizards are. I am better than the average sorcerer in Potions because of my father, but it is not one of my better subjects. Yes Mr. Weasley?"
"Do you have a Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Yes we do, and that is another of my better subjects. Being a sorceress and inherently magical, magical creatures are attracted to me. I can handle a griffon better than most." Again, the Gryffindor trio exchanged a look, but she caught it and questioned them.
"A couple of years ago, Hagrid brought a griffon to the school. It attacked Malfoy because he called it an 'ugly brute,'" Hermione explained.
"AFTER Hagrid told us not to insult it because it would get offended and attack," Ron put in hastily.
"Well then, that was Mr. Malfoy's folly. What happened to the creature?"
"They sentenced it to death, but it escaped," Harry explained.
"I see; that is most fortunate. Any more questions?" Only one hand went up. "Mr. Finnegan?"
"Could you demonstrate your power?" This received appraise from everyone in the room, and she merely nodded. She let Caribe perch back on the desk and she grabbed the chair.
"Another benefit of being a sorceress is I don't have to bother with incantations too often." She waved her hand and the chair lifted into the air. "Anyone recognize this spell?" Hands went up, and she pointed to a Ravenclaw boy.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he stated.
"Five points to Ravenclaw." She set the chair back down and held out her hand. A book the boy had been secretly trying to read shot into her hands. "Miss Granger?"
"The Summoning Spell," she said matter-of-factly.
"Five points. Now, are there anymore questions?" She glanced at her wristwatch, which had been enchanted to work within Hogwarts. "We have about ten or fifteen minutes left." The Ravenclaw boy, Daniel Crary, raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Crary?"
"Does Brisham have houses?"
"I was waiting for that question. Yes, but they are called leagues. Brisham is stricter than Hogwarts. The lunch you experienced today is a normal mealtime for Brisham. You probably thought I was this way because of who my father is," everyone nodded, "but in fact, I didn't grow up around him. Where was I?"
"You were discussing leagues," said Harry.
"We are very similar to Hogwarts, as we were founded a couple hundred years ago by four Hogwarts graduates. They decided to take the magical learning to the Americas, and Brisham caters the entire Western Hemisphere. Just as Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin were your founders, ours were Sierran, Colanus, Whitfall, and Malachor. Each of our founders was from a different house here at Hogwarts, and they carried the values to their leagues. Jonan Malachor was Gryffindor, Eliza Whitfall was a Hufflepuff, Mysta Colanus was from Slytherin, and Devon Sierran was Ravenclaw."
"How do you sort?" asked Ron.
"In the beginning, it was random, which worked well; until parents started complaining. Flamel, along with the Headmasters of the three Eastern schools, got together and discussed. We have something that resembles your Sorting Hat. A special potion is placed into a magical goblet, and all new students drink from this goblet. When he or she takes the drink, he or she will say the league they were chosen for."
Harry found himself very interested and he looked at his friends. Hermione was also enthralled. She'd only seen a few magical items, and the more she learned, the more she was fascinated.
"There is time for one more question. Mr. Crary?"
"What league were you in?"
Samantha smiled, "I was in Sierran. As with you, each of our leagues has a mascot. Ours is the eagle. Malachor has a tiger, Whitfall's mascot is a wolf, and Colanus' is a cobra." She stroked Caribe, and he perched back on her shoulder.
"I think that's all. Please feel free to stop by and ask anything else that comes to mind." No one really wanted to leave when the bell rang; a first for Professor Binns' class. Samantha stayed and repeated the lesson for the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, and soon it was time for dinner.
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A/N: Imagine no one wanting to leave history...it's preposterous! Well, that was certainly educational..I'm ready for dinner.
I think I fixed the schedule thing..if they have eight periods a day, that allows each teacher seven classes (assuming all classes have two houses in them) plus an Advanced class. This of course, doesn't allow for double periods...but of course, it's all magic anyway, so I don't know why I'm trying to rationalize it. I'll shut up now....
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As the bell rang, she deducted points from a couple of Ravenclaws for hanging out in the hallway just outside the room. When she entered, she noted the lack of a teacher. Suddenly a ghost flew through the blackboard. She judged by the lack of reaction that this was a common occurrence. She also guessed that this was Professor Binns. She approached the specter and nodded.
He looked up and smiled, "Samantha, it's great you could join us."
"Actually, I was just wondering when your fifth year classes were."
"You're in luck! This is the fifth year Gryffindor/Ravenclaw class, and next is fifth year Slytherin/Hufflepuff. You can just stay with me for the rest of the day." Inwardly she groaned, but outwardly, she just nodded curtly. Professor Binns turned and addressed his students.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, and congratulations for making it to your fifth year. This is where the history part of your studies gets interesting. Today, we will only be reading a few short sections. Please turn to page 13 of your books." Everyone scrambled to get their textbooks, eager to know what prompted the change in teaching method. In all the chaos, only Samantha noticed Dumbledore slip in through the door and take a seat in the back.
"Now, before we begin, can anyone tell me what a sorcerer is?" As usual, Hermione's hand shot up. "Yes, Miss Granger?"
"A sorcerer or sorceress is a wizard or witch who does not need a wand. Magic isn't something they learn; it's something that comes naturally."
"Excellent, five points for Gryffindor. If you will please read the few paragraphs in your texts." The class listened as she read the short paragraphs, then Professor Binns floated above everyone.
"We are blessed to have a sorcerer with us today."
Harry groaned and leaned to Ron, "If I'm a sorcerer, I'm just going to shoot myself now and save Malfoy the trouble." Ron snickered.
"Five points, Mr. Potter, for speaking out of turn. I was in fact referring to Ms. Snape." Once again, all eyes turned to her, "Samantha, would you care to elaborate?"
"Certainly," she nodded, "Now pay attention. This will be on your O.WL.S." Harry and Ron shared a look that said "Snape" but she ignored it.
"Sorcerers are, as Miss Granger said, wizards who have no use for wands. Magic, to us, is an innate power. Wizards have a larger array of spells than sorcerers, but the sorcerer's spells are more powerful. For instance, you will learn Apparate in seventh year correct?" Nods all around, "I use Teleport. It is basically the same spell, except Teleport allows me to travel among the planes. You will learn of those in seventh year as well."
She took a breath and continued, "Sorcerers are rare, and can come from any type of family except a purely Muggle one. Miss Granger, for example, could not be a sorceress, but her child may be." Hermione flushed as the thought of her having children flashed through her mind.
"There are only two sorcerers in the world, and sadly, I am about to be alone. Nicholas Flamel will be gone in a matter of months. He was the greatest sorcerer since Merlin." The Gryffindor trio exchanged glances at the mention of the name, which made Dumbledore smile. A screeching in the hallway grabbed everyone's attention, and the Headmaster opened the door.
Caribe flew in, and everyone gasped in amazement. Samantha smiled a little, watching the bird, and soon perched on the desk behind her. At all the students' stares, she explained.
"Caribe is a golden eagle; the last of his kind as well. We are bonded, just as you and your pets share a special connection. But as I said, with sorcerers it is more powerful. Therefore, if one of us is hurt or killed, it affects the other. We are also linked empathically, so we can feel each other. Within line of sight, it becomes telepathy. Caribe is smarter than an average animal, and therefore has a very good comprehension of the English language. His favorite place to be is on my shoulder; he's extremely protective of me." As she said this, the bird jumped from the desk to her shoulder, which made her dip a little. "The only problem is he weighs 15 kilos."
Seeing his lesson straying, Professor Binns tried to refocus the class, but Dumbledore interrupted. "Why don't we open the floor for questions? I think they may learn best that way, and they need to get to know their intern professor." With this, he left, and Samantha nodded in agreement.
"Very well, but I think some guidelines are in order. Do not ask me on my relation to Professor Snape. If anything you ask is unacceptable, I will let you know." Hands shot up all over the room. "Mr. Weasley?"
"What is that thing you flew in on?"
"That is my hoverboard. At Brisham, we play a game similar to Quidditch. Miss Brown?"
"Can you fly on a broom?"
"Yes I can, though it is not taught at Brisham. Miss Patil?"
"What are your favorite classes?"
"My favorite subjects are Astronomy and Abjuration, which is your equivalent of Defense against the Dark Arts, but it entails all protection spells. I also was very good at Ancient Runes. Mr. Potter?"
"What classes are your best subjects?"
"Smart lad. I'll admit, my favorites are not my best. My best subject is Enchantments, which I believe you call Charms. Sorcerers' powers are innate, so we are not as adept in logical subjects, such as Arithmancy, Transfiguration, and Potions, as wizards are. I am better than the average sorcerer in Potions because of my father, but it is not one of my better subjects. Yes Mr. Weasley?"
"Do you have a Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Yes we do, and that is another of my better subjects. Being a sorceress and inherently magical, magical creatures are attracted to me. I can handle a griffon better than most." Again, the Gryffindor trio exchanged a look, but she caught it and questioned them.
"A couple of years ago, Hagrid brought a griffon to the school. It attacked Malfoy because he called it an 'ugly brute,'" Hermione explained.
"AFTER Hagrid told us not to insult it because it would get offended and attack," Ron put in hastily.
"Well then, that was Mr. Malfoy's folly. What happened to the creature?"
"They sentenced it to death, but it escaped," Harry explained.
"I see; that is most fortunate. Any more questions?" Only one hand went up. "Mr. Finnegan?"
"Could you demonstrate your power?" This received appraise from everyone in the room, and she merely nodded. She let Caribe perch back on the desk and she grabbed the chair.
"Another benefit of being a sorceress is I don't have to bother with incantations too often." She waved her hand and the chair lifted into the air. "Anyone recognize this spell?" Hands went up, and she pointed to a Ravenclaw boy.
"Wingardium Leviosa," he stated.
"Five points to Ravenclaw." She set the chair back down and held out her hand. A book the boy had been secretly trying to read shot into her hands. "Miss Granger?"
"The Summoning Spell," she said matter-of-factly.
"Five points. Now, are there anymore questions?" She glanced at her wristwatch, which had been enchanted to work within Hogwarts. "We have about ten or fifteen minutes left." The Ravenclaw boy, Daniel Crary, raised his hand. "Yes, Mr. Crary?"
"Does Brisham have houses?"
"I was waiting for that question. Yes, but they are called leagues. Brisham is stricter than Hogwarts. The lunch you experienced today is a normal mealtime for Brisham. You probably thought I was this way because of who my father is," everyone nodded, "but in fact, I didn't grow up around him. Where was I?"
"You were discussing leagues," said Harry.
"We are very similar to Hogwarts, as we were founded a couple hundred years ago by four Hogwarts graduates. They decided to take the magical learning to the Americas, and Brisham caters the entire Western Hemisphere. Just as Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin were your founders, ours were Sierran, Colanus, Whitfall, and Malachor. Each of our founders was from a different house here at Hogwarts, and they carried the values to their leagues. Jonan Malachor was Gryffindor, Eliza Whitfall was a Hufflepuff, Mysta Colanus was from Slytherin, and Devon Sierran was Ravenclaw."
"How do you sort?" asked Ron.
"In the beginning, it was random, which worked well; until parents started complaining. Flamel, along with the Headmasters of the three Eastern schools, got together and discussed. We have something that resembles your Sorting Hat. A special potion is placed into a magical goblet, and all new students drink from this goblet. When he or she takes the drink, he or she will say the league they were chosen for."
Harry found himself very interested and he looked at his friends. Hermione was also enthralled. She'd only seen a few magical items, and the more she learned, the more she was fascinated.
"There is time for one more question. Mr. Crary?"
"What league were you in?"
Samantha smiled, "I was in Sierran. As with you, each of our leagues has a mascot. Ours is the eagle. Malachor has a tiger, Whitfall's mascot is a wolf, and Colanus' is a cobra." She stroked Caribe, and he perched back on her shoulder.
"I think that's all. Please feel free to stop by and ask anything else that comes to mind." No one really wanted to leave when the bell rang; a first for Professor Binns' class. Samantha stayed and repeated the lesson for the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, and soon it was time for dinner.
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A/N: Imagine no one wanting to leave history...it's preposterous! Well, that was certainly educational..I'm ready for dinner.