Muahahhaa, I am in such a bad mood since that last chapter. it was just
kind of like. blah. Plus, I was at a Church Camp all weekend. (OKOBOJI
WOOT!). It was awesome. Jesus Freak. hmmmm. Anyhow, onwards to the next
chappywappy.
Disclaimer- Raie Black, Vera Nethers, Professor Knowdlin, etc. Rest are that of J.K. Rowling's. mind. head. yup :D
Rating- R (congrats to me, the rating's been upped!)
A/N- I've just realized that I've been putting "N/A" instead of "A/N". oops!
Song- Beastie Boys "Intergalactic Planetary" [dances around, trying to be a rapper like them]
Chapter 8- Ministry of Magic
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Raie bent over the desk in the common room, working quickly to finish the homework she had missed during her stay in the Hospital Wing. She had a place in her mind scarred from her flashback, and it was going to take sometime for her to regain composure. She set down the quill and cracked her fingers, a habit she had earned from her continual writing.
She rubbed her eyes of tired, and glanced over at Vera, her dark hair pooled around her face, and her mouth partly open, her eyes shut. Raie was tempted to wake her, just for someone to converse with, but decided to leave her.
Raie thought something, and waved her hand. A fleece Gryffindor maroon and gold blanket with an embroidered Lion on the font appeared. She placed it upon Vera, and headed upstairs after collecting her homework.
She trudged up the stairs, and opened the dorm door slowly, as not to wake any of the other slumbering fifth years. She changed into her nightgown, and prepped for bed, brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom off set the small dormitory. She used the lavatory, climbed into bed, and pulled the sheets and blankets up around shoulders, her legs curled. She said a silent prayer, and asked God for guidance. Then, drifted off to dreams and slumber.
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Raie stirred at 6:30, a need for the bathroom and a drink of water. She decided to get ready, and she slipped on her uniform, debating what shoes to wear. She grabbed her Chuck Taylors and headed down to see if Vera was awake.
Vera was still laying on the couch, blanket pushed off to the floor. Her hooded black sweatshirt was a tangled mess, and her skit was riding up on her thighs. Raie rolled her eyes and held back a laugh. Vera's hair stuck out from her hood upon her head.
Get up, Raie thought as Vera groaned and sat up
What time is it? Vera thought, returning Raie's morning smile.
"Around 7:00 probably," Raie answered aloud this time, picking up the blanket and folding it.
"Did I sleep down here all night?" Vera asked, pushing down her hood, and combing her hands through her hair.
"Yeah, you did," Raie said, tossing the blanket up, that disappeared randomly in mid-air.
"Shucks, no wonder I have such a bloody kink in my neck," Vera paused, and quickly looked at Raie, who was sniggering.
"And no Raie, I didn't take Viagra," She smirked, reading Raie's thoughts.
It was a thing they had been able to do for a long while, which came in handy when no talking in class was in order. Their telepathy was unexplainable, but they had discovered it skipping rocks. It had given them both a good shock, hearing the other talk, but not seeing their lips move.
"I never said you did," Raie said, throwing up her hands nonchalantly.
"No, but you thought it," Vera laughed, as Raie grinned.
"Big difference, plus, only 'males' can take Viagra. sure wouldn't be a real man," Raie said, looking around the Common Room, seeing what a mess it was.
"You know that McGonagall's gonna whip us on the spot if it isn't clean here," Raie said, looking behind her.
"Yeah, well, someone else can clean it up, I don't want to," Vera said, stretching.
"Grow up, Vera," Raie said, and with that, she waved her hand, and said a spell under her breath, as instantly the Common Room cleaned up, the chairs, pillows and tables back in original places.
"Stop showing off, Raie," Laughed Vera, as she turned to climb the stairs.
" 'Stop showing off, Raie'" She said, mocking Vera's voice perfectly, also an extraordinary talent the both of them had noticed the way to adolescence.
"Ha-ha" Vera fake laughed, as she turned to continue up the stairs.
"I'm the one showing off?! Look at you with that Potter!" Raie said, yelling after her.
"La-la-la I can't hear you!" Vera said, and Raie heard the door slam shut.
Raie laughed to herself, and headed out of the common room, following close after a group of older Ravenclaw students down the hallway. She wasn't listening to their conversation, but she tried as hard as she could to intermingle as she walked.
One of the older girls, with an attractive face, and flaxen hair turned around, and caught Raie out of surprise.
"Sorry," Raie said, on the brink of laughing, and slowed down.
"No, no, that's all right, I was just surprised that Raie Black was following us," She said, stopping herself and the rest of her gang.
"No, it was rude of me," Raie said, a small grin upon her face.
"No," The girl said, grabbing Raie's shoulder, "You can walk with us, it's fine,"
"Raie Black?" A boy said, with a tan nature and shadowy hair, and cobalt eyes that were abnormally bright.
"Yes?" She said, turning to face him. He reached her hand instantly and grabbed it. She noticed upon his school robe, there was a Hufflepuff emblem.
"Chris Donahue, charmed to meet you," He said, shaking her hand energetically.
Raie smiled, not over-whelmed, but rather pleased to be getting so much awareness, yet she didn't know why.
"Like wise," She said, curtsying thoughtlessly, as she smiled, and the group around her laughed along.
"Are all of you from the same house?" she asked, as the main girl motioned her to follow with them.
"Nope, we're the 'Financial Witches and Wizards of the Future' " She said, looking at the group of five other people about her.
"Really? What do you, 'do' exactly?" Raie said, trying to keep up with their speed.
"Well, what everyone in our club wants to do is not have a magical job, but a muggle job, for the most part," She said, tossing her luminous hair over her shoulder.
"That's fascinating! Actually, it's incredibly witty, what do you want to be?" Raie said, now interested in the topic.
"Well, I actually want to be a actress," She said, gyrating her arms in a star-appeal way, "And since, there technically isn't any T.V in factual magic, I'd have to set off to the muggle world,"
"An actress! That's so rad, you'd be remarkable, let me guarantee you," Raie said, looking at her, and becoming conscious that she was in fact awfully attractive.
"Thank you! That means a lot to me! Anyway, I'm Cecile James, Ravenclaw, seventh year," She said, facing Raie and smiling.
"What does everyone else want to be?" Raie said, turning specifically toward Chris, who turned his head away instantaneously.
"We can tell you all about it at breakfast, if you fancy. You're welcome to come sit at my table with the rest of us," She said, as they approached the doors to the Great Hall.
"That would be my greatest honor," She said, frilling up an overly exaggerated British brogue, and moving her arm in a bowing way.
The group of the laughed as they entered the Hall, and Raie followed them into it, seeing how vacant it was at quarter to 8:00 in the morning.
After getting their food, and taking their seats at the Ravenclaw table, near the entry of the Hall, they settled down, and Cecile took out a note pad and a quill.
"Is everyone here right now?" She said, examinating the table with her dark eyes.
"I believe so, yes," Said another girl, with crimped, creative curly hair, and dark skin.
"Good, good," Cecile mumbled, and put away her note pad.
"Anyway, we have a guest here today, Raie Black, from Gryffindor, fifth year," She continued, as everyone turned to look at her, Raie smiled timidly.
"Actually," Raie said, interrupting Cecile courteously, "I'm a fourth year,"
"But, then, why are you in fifth year classes?" Another said, giving her a doubtful look.
"Because she's exceptional, that's why, Phillip!" Said a girl, who Raie recognized as a fellow Gryffindor, sixth year.
"Nah," Raie said, knowing exactly why she was in those courses. Because she was advanced.
The Phillip boy crossed his arms irritably, and looked away in repugnance.
"Don't mind Phillip. They held him back here at Hogwarts, given that he can't keep focus on his classes and courses. He's a smart boy though, he just needs to try," Cecile whispered in Raie's ear, as she looked down the table at this Phillip, who to her consternation, looked hurt.
"Oh, I'm-I take it all back," She preordained, smiling and taking a bite out of her toast.
"Don't worry, actually, to be honest with you, he's never been defensive of it before, he when we admitted a boy who was fifteen and in the seventh year to our club," Cecile said, looking downwards to glance at him.
"It's all right, don't be troubled about it." Raie repeated, "So, tell me about everyone here,"
"Well, like I advised you earlier, I want to be an actress, if possible Broadway in New York City, Phillip wants to be a Screen Writer for the cinema. I believe that Chris, the Hufflepuff boy, desires to be a doctor of medicine for muggle diseases. Hmm," She paused for a mere second to look around the table once yet again.
"Vita, the African girl there, wants to be a Gospel vocalist, but seeing as there aren't numerous African churches in the area, she'd have to go to American, where many of her natives are." She paused to take in a breath, "Sheila, next to Phillip, wants to be a maid, and since we only use House Elves, she has to go all the way through muggle surroundings."
She paused, and licked her lips, taking a swig of her juice.
"Marie, the other girl in Gryffindor, perhaps you know her, wants to be a Prime Minister, and get into the United Nations. She has along way to go, but her aptitude and immense intellect will get her there. She's most likely to succeed." She stopped, and her face scrunched slightly, "Out of all of us,"
"No, no, I reassure you, you will all attempt your aspiration, and make it," Raie said, with as much reassurance she could gather.
"I hope so," Cecile said, and patted Raie on the back, "What do you want to be? Anything mugglish possibly?"
Raie shook her head, "No, I express regret, but no,"
Cecile put on a phony smile, even Raie could tell, "What would you like to be in that case?"
"Uh-nothing, it's fairly imprudent," Raie said, feeling herself overcome with flush.
"Go ahead, tell me, I've told you my 'foolish' wants," Cecile said defensively, looking away unexpectedly from her.
Raie recoiled crossly, "You're desires aren't as inaccessible as mine, don't get upset at me if I don't want to exist like a muggle, alright? I was just stating the fact,"
Cecile breathed out heavily, and sighed, "You're spot on. I shouldn't have assailed at you seeing as you don't want to be like the rest of us. However, don't feel brainless telling me what you want to be. I felt thick telling you mine, but I told you nevertheless,"
"It's ok, I can be snappy too from time to time. But, pitifully, I want to be." Raie stopped to gain her composure. "Minister of Magic,"
And she enclosed her face instantly, as Cecile smiled to herself.
"Now, do enlighten me, Raie, what's wrong with that?"
"Why in the world would they ever let me be Minister of Magic!? First off, I'm a girl, a female, or woman, whatever,"
"Okay, so? We're all equivalent in God's Eyes," Cecile pointed out.
"And, well, my father doesn't have the greatest name with the Ministry. Though he never did kill anyone, they still have a warrant out for him, so they'd almost certainly be suspicious about me,"
"Why do you take that for granted?" She said cautiously, looking directly at Raie.
"It's the obvious," Raie said, almost confessing it to herself.
"Nix, it's not, Raie, it's not,"
"Plus, alas, Cornelius Fudge has to take leave in the forthcoming years, so that would grant you an even greater chance!" Cecile said, becoming incredibly excited for Raie.
"I don't know, I mean. I just, ugh," Raie sighed, and looked down the table.
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Raie followed Harry and Ron down the hallway to Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Professor Knowdlin. The atmosphere in the hall smelled like something was burning, and Harry also had noticed it.
"Disgusting, it smells horrible," Ron said, exaggerating.
"Shut up Ron, it's not that bad," Vera said, who had come out of her Ancient Runes class at the precise moment.
Raie grabbed Vera's books, as Vera and Harry hugged, and Ron and Hermione, who had come out of Ancient Runes along with Vera, stood uncomfortably by each other.
Ron, stressing from the awkwardness, moved next to Raie, and tugged on her arm, to indicate her to continue walking.
"Talk about P.D.A," He snickered angrily, leaning into Raie.
"Public display of attention? Yeah, I presume that's a benefit when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, kind of let's everyone know that your taken," Raie said, wanting to glance back, but kept walking.
"Yeah," Ron said, humanely.
"Ron, why don't you just ask Hermione? Your keen on her, besides, it's obvious," Raie said, turning to face him.
"She'll suppose I'm teasing, and not being serious about it, to be cruel to her, or something of the sort," Ron said, irritated, yet hurt at the same time.
"Why would she think that?" Raie said, quietly, hearing Hermione, Vera, and Harry's voice coming closer.
"Last year, I basically attempted to use her as a last resort to the Yule Ball, when really, she was the first person I wanted to request," Ron said, as three of them caught up and Vera jumped into Raie's back.
Raie turned suddenly, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Hermione simultaneously pointed out that they'd be late, as did Harry.
They dashed to the classroom, which to their advantage, wasn't very far. They entered the classroom, just as the tardy bell rung. They took their seats, Vera and Harry next to each other, Hermione in the front row, and Raie and Ron behind her.
Professor Knowdlin trickled out of his private room, and into the classroom, his grey cloak curving out behind him. Raie smiled, at the humorous, youthful professor. Only tempting to be 6 or 7 years Raie's senior, she could not help but be slightly fascinated by him, though she was permanently set on Professor Snape.
Vera and Harry were all ready holding hands underneath the desk, and Raie felt queasy by it. Perhaps she was desirous, she didn't entirely comprehend what she felt. She didn't desire Harry, or Vera, but she desired what they had. Someone and that was mainly what Raie felt she considered necessary.
Ron pointed this out concurrently as she had noticed it herself. She rolled her eyes, and nodded. She pulled out a torn portion of parchment, and her coloured ink quill.
She jotted a quick note to Ron, which read: Ron, why don't you just ask Hermione? I can almost assure you that she would accept. I have to admit, I truly believe she likes you, don't you see the way she acts around you? The way she looks at you. Open your eyes boy!
She handed to him under the desk, and he grabbed it, unrolling it. His eyes moved across it, and a smile appeared on his face, as he glanced at Raie, who was looking directly ahead.
Professor Knowdlin had been performing a way to fight off a curse with an inferno reactor.
"That explains the smell of something burning," Raie said out of the corner of her mouth, in the direction of Ron.
He nodded in return and scribbled something back on the parchment to Raie. He slipped it in the book on her lap, and she took it out.
Why do you think that? I just. I just don't want to be rejected, and knowing her, I'd get a big, fat, NO! I don't want to be hurt, ya know? Would you talk to her? Find out what she thinks of me? Or else, if she even does think of me?
Raie turned to him and nodded, she tucked the note away in her bag, and turned to pay concentration to Professor Knowdlin.
She thought carefully on the fact, that during the night sometimes, Hermione would blather on concerning Professor Knowdlin, how handsome he is, and how good-looking he is before the girls would fall to sleep. It got rather old, Raie thought, but it was true.
In addition, she couldn't tell Ron. She couldn't and she wouldn't, and for that matter, she tucked it away inside of her mind, so Vera couldn't catch her thoughts. Hermione's hand was in the air, waving from side to side as Professor Knowdlin requested a volunteer.
"How about," He said, examined the range of the room.
Hermione's arm picked up pace as he put his hand on his chin. "I'd like to have, Miss. Black, and, hmm, Mr. Potter,"
A loud "Hmmpf," could be heard from Hermione, as Harry got up and Raie followed him.
"Now, Harry do you know any good curses, hexes perhaps?" Professor Knowdlin said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and directing him opposite of Raie.
"`Course I do," Harry said, thinking of the many he trained to use on Malfoy.
"And Miss. Black, had you been paying awareness when I explained the inferno withdraw?" He said, turning to her, and walking towards her.
"A bit, something Infertionorte, right?" She said, looking straight up into his dark brown eyes.
"Correct, its just Infertionorte, now, Mr. Potter, you are going to send a curse, hex, etcetera and Miss. Black, you are going to block with the inferno, got it you two?" He said, placing his hand tenderly on Raie's shoulder, as she and Harry exchanged an amused smile.
Professor Knowdlin moved away from the two, as the both of them had to struggle furiously to keep a straight face.
"On my count of three, you will both send your spells, understand?"
With a nod from Harry and Raie, he stepped back farther, and cleared his throat.
"1."
The class leaned forward to catch a good view of the both of them.
"2."
Raie's wand arm was beginning to get tired from holding out her wand for such an extended time.
"3."
Harry's wand arm flew up, and he brought back down as he yelled "Mashofletea!!!"
Raie, at the same time, yelled "Infertionorte!!!!" and sent the spell straight at his.
Their spells hit each other at the same time, and exploded into a mess of flames and goop, splattering Raie, Harry and Professor Knowdlin with a gooey, lime green substance.
Raie started laughing, as she saw Professor Knowdlin's face, along with Harry's.
"Harry! Do you know what your hex was?" She said, her eyes almost watering from mirth.
Harry shook his head nervously, "Not honestly, I read it in a book of hexes, but . I don't know what it does, or well, did."
"It was a slime hex, you substantial idiot!" She said, laughing as Harry began to snort, Professor Knowdlin positioned nervously, appalled by the slime.
Professor Knowdlin dismissed the class to Transfiguration, and turned angrily to Harry.
"I asked you to use a hex you knew, boy!" Knowdlin shouted, wrinkles forming on his brow.
"I-I did not know what it would do, but it was pretty comical," Harry said, looking at Raie who was still snorting with laughter.
"I have to say I don't agree," And with that, he grabbed Harry by the arm, and Raie by the collar and proceeded to haul them to the Hospital Wing to get cleaned up.
Disclaimer- Raie Black, Vera Nethers, Professor Knowdlin, etc. Rest are that of J.K. Rowling's. mind. head. yup :D
Rating- R (congrats to me, the rating's been upped!)
A/N- I've just realized that I've been putting "N/A" instead of "A/N". oops!
Song- Beastie Boys "Intergalactic Planetary" [dances around, trying to be a rapper like them]
Chapter 8- Ministry of Magic
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Raie bent over the desk in the common room, working quickly to finish the homework she had missed during her stay in the Hospital Wing. She had a place in her mind scarred from her flashback, and it was going to take sometime for her to regain composure. She set down the quill and cracked her fingers, a habit she had earned from her continual writing.
She rubbed her eyes of tired, and glanced over at Vera, her dark hair pooled around her face, and her mouth partly open, her eyes shut. Raie was tempted to wake her, just for someone to converse with, but decided to leave her.
Raie thought something, and waved her hand. A fleece Gryffindor maroon and gold blanket with an embroidered Lion on the font appeared. She placed it upon Vera, and headed upstairs after collecting her homework.
She trudged up the stairs, and opened the dorm door slowly, as not to wake any of the other slumbering fifth years. She changed into her nightgown, and prepped for bed, brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom off set the small dormitory. She used the lavatory, climbed into bed, and pulled the sheets and blankets up around shoulders, her legs curled. She said a silent prayer, and asked God for guidance. Then, drifted off to dreams and slumber.
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Raie stirred at 6:30, a need for the bathroom and a drink of water. She decided to get ready, and she slipped on her uniform, debating what shoes to wear. She grabbed her Chuck Taylors and headed down to see if Vera was awake.
Vera was still laying on the couch, blanket pushed off to the floor. Her hooded black sweatshirt was a tangled mess, and her skit was riding up on her thighs. Raie rolled her eyes and held back a laugh. Vera's hair stuck out from her hood upon her head.
Get up, Raie thought as Vera groaned and sat up
What time is it? Vera thought, returning Raie's morning smile.
"Around 7:00 probably," Raie answered aloud this time, picking up the blanket and folding it.
"Did I sleep down here all night?" Vera asked, pushing down her hood, and combing her hands through her hair.
"Yeah, you did," Raie said, tossing the blanket up, that disappeared randomly in mid-air.
"Shucks, no wonder I have such a bloody kink in my neck," Vera paused, and quickly looked at Raie, who was sniggering.
"And no Raie, I didn't take Viagra," She smirked, reading Raie's thoughts.
It was a thing they had been able to do for a long while, which came in handy when no talking in class was in order. Their telepathy was unexplainable, but they had discovered it skipping rocks. It had given them both a good shock, hearing the other talk, but not seeing their lips move.
"I never said you did," Raie said, throwing up her hands nonchalantly.
"No, but you thought it," Vera laughed, as Raie grinned.
"Big difference, plus, only 'males' can take Viagra. sure wouldn't be a real man," Raie said, looking around the Common Room, seeing what a mess it was.
"You know that McGonagall's gonna whip us on the spot if it isn't clean here," Raie said, looking behind her.
"Yeah, well, someone else can clean it up, I don't want to," Vera said, stretching.
"Grow up, Vera," Raie said, and with that, she waved her hand, and said a spell under her breath, as instantly the Common Room cleaned up, the chairs, pillows and tables back in original places.
"Stop showing off, Raie," Laughed Vera, as she turned to climb the stairs.
" 'Stop showing off, Raie'" She said, mocking Vera's voice perfectly, also an extraordinary talent the both of them had noticed the way to adolescence.
"Ha-ha" Vera fake laughed, as she turned to continue up the stairs.
"I'm the one showing off?! Look at you with that Potter!" Raie said, yelling after her.
"La-la-la I can't hear you!" Vera said, and Raie heard the door slam shut.
Raie laughed to herself, and headed out of the common room, following close after a group of older Ravenclaw students down the hallway. She wasn't listening to their conversation, but she tried as hard as she could to intermingle as she walked.
One of the older girls, with an attractive face, and flaxen hair turned around, and caught Raie out of surprise.
"Sorry," Raie said, on the brink of laughing, and slowed down.
"No, no, that's all right, I was just surprised that Raie Black was following us," She said, stopping herself and the rest of her gang.
"No, it was rude of me," Raie said, a small grin upon her face.
"No," The girl said, grabbing Raie's shoulder, "You can walk with us, it's fine,"
"Raie Black?" A boy said, with a tan nature and shadowy hair, and cobalt eyes that were abnormally bright.
"Yes?" She said, turning to face him. He reached her hand instantly and grabbed it. She noticed upon his school robe, there was a Hufflepuff emblem.
"Chris Donahue, charmed to meet you," He said, shaking her hand energetically.
Raie smiled, not over-whelmed, but rather pleased to be getting so much awareness, yet she didn't know why.
"Like wise," She said, curtsying thoughtlessly, as she smiled, and the group around her laughed along.
"Are all of you from the same house?" she asked, as the main girl motioned her to follow with them.
"Nope, we're the 'Financial Witches and Wizards of the Future' " She said, looking at the group of five other people about her.
"Really? What do you, 'do' exactly?" Raie said, trying to keep up with their speed.
"Well, what everyone in our club wants to do is not have a magical job, but a muggle job, for the most part," She said, tossing her luminous hair over her shoulder.
"That's fascinating! Actually, it's incredibly witty, what do you want to be?" Raie said, now interested in the topic.
"Well, I actually want to be a actress," She said, gyrating her arms in a star-appeal way, "And since, there technically isn't any T.V in factual magic, I'd have to set off to the muggle world,"
"An actress! That's so rad, you'd be remarkable, let me guarantee you," Raie said, looking at her, and becoming conscious that she was in fact awfully attractive.
"Thank you! That means a lot to me! Anyway, I'm Cecile James, Ravenclaw, seventh year," She said, facing Raie and smiling.
"What does everyone else want to be?" Raie said, turning specifically toward Chris, who turned his head away instantaneously.
"We can tell you all about it at breakfast, if you fancy. You're welcome to come sit at my table with the rest of us," She said, as they approached the doors to the Great Hall.
"That would be my greatest honor," She said, frilling up an overly exaggerated British brogue, and moving her arm in a bowing way.
The group of the laughed as they entered the Hall, and Raie followed them into it, seeing how vacant it was at quarter to 8:00 in the morning.
After getting their food, and taking their seats at the Ravenclaw table, near the entry of the Hall, they settled down, and Cecile took out a note pad and a quill.
"Is everyone here right now?" She said, examinating the table with her dark eyes.
"I believe so, yes," Said another girl, with crimped, creative curly hair, and dark skin.
"Good, good," Cecile mumbled, and put away her note pad.
"Anyway, we have a guest here today, Raie Black, from Gryffindor, fifth year," She continued, as everyone turned to look at her, Raie smiled timidly.
"Actually," Raie said, interrupting Cecile courteously, "I'm a fourth year,"
"But, then, why are you in fifth year classes?" Another said, giving her a doubtful look.
"Because she's exceptional, that's why, Phillip!" Said a girl, who Raie recognized as a fellow Gryffindor, sixth year.
"Nah," Raie said, knowing exactly why she was in those courses. Because she was advanced.
The Phillip boy crossed his arms irritably, and looked away in repugnance.
"Don't mind Phillip. They held him back here at Hogwarts, given that he can't keep focus on his classes and courses. He's a smart boy though, he just needs to try," Cecile whispered in Raie's ear, as she looked down the table at this Phillip, who to her consternation, looked hurt.
"Oh, I'm-I take it all back," She preordained, smiling and taking a bite out of her toast.
"Don't worry, actually, to be honest with you, he's never been defensive of it before, he when we admitted a boy who was fifteen and in the seventh year to our club," Cecile said, looking downwards to glance at him.
"It's all right, don't be troubled about it." Raie repeated, "So, tell me about everyone here,"
"Well, like I advised you earlier, I want to be an actress, if possible Broadway in New York City, Phillip wants to be a Screen Writer for the cinema. I believe that Chris, the Hufflepuff boy, desires to be a doctor of medicine for muggle diseases. Hmm," She paused for a mere second to look around the table once yet again.
"Vita, the African girl there, wants to be a Gospel vocalist, but seeing as there aren't numerous African churches in the area, she'd have to go to American, where many of her natives are." She paused to take in a breath, "Sheila, next to Phillip, wants to be a maid, and since we only use House Elves, she has to go all the way through muggle surroundings."
She paused, and licked her lips, taking a swig of her juice.
"Marie, the other girl in Gryffindor, perhaps you know her, wants to be a Prime Minister, and get into the United Nations. She has along way to go, but her aptitude and immense intellect will get her there. She's most likely to succeed." She stopped, and her face scrunched slightly, "Out of all of us,"
"No, no, I reassure you, you will all attempt your aspiration, and make it," Raie said, with as much reassurance she could gather.
"I hope so," Cecile said, and patted Raie on the back, "What do you want to be? Anything mugglish possibly?"
Raie shook her head, "No, I express regret, but no,"
Cecile put on a phony smile, even Raie could tell, "What would you like to be in that case?"
"Uh-nothing, it's fairly imprudent," Raie said, feeling herself overcome with flush.
"Go ahead, tell me, I've told you my 'foolish' wants," Cecile said defensively, looking away unexpectedly from her.
Raie recoiled crossly, "You're desires aren't as inaccessible as mine, don't get upset at me if I don't want to exist like a muggle, alright? I was just stating the fact,"
Cecile breathed out heavily, and sighed, "You're spot on. I shouldn't have assailed at you seeing as you don't want to be like the rest of us. However, don't feel brainless telling me what you want to be. I felt thick telling you mine, but I told you nevertheless,"
"It's ok, I can be snappy too from time to time. But, pitifully, I want to be." Raie stopped to gain her composure. "Minister of Magic,"
And she enclosed her face instantly, as Cecile smiled to herself.
"Now, do enlighten me, Raie, what's wrong with that?"
"Why in the world would they ever let me be Minister of Magic!? First off, I'm a girl, a female, or woman, whatever,"
"Okay, so? We're all equivalent in God's Eyes," Cecile pointed out.
"And, well, my father doesn't have the greatest name with the Ministry. Though he never did kill anyone, they still have a warrant out for him, so they'd almost certainly be suspicious about me,"
"Why do you take that for granted?" She said cautiously, looking directly at Raie.
"It's the obvious," Raie said, almost confessing it to herself.
"Nix, it's not, Raie, it's not,"
"Plus, alas, Cornelius Fudge has to take leave in the forthcoming years, so that would grant you an even greater chance!" Cecile said, becoming incredibly excited for Raie.
"I don't know, I mean. I just, ugh," Raie sighed, and looked down the table.
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Raie followed Harry and Ron down the hallway to Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Professor Knowdlin. The atmosphere in the hall smelled like something was burning, and Harry also had noticed it.
"Disgusting, it smells horrible," Ron said, exaggerating.
"Shut up Ron, it's not that bad," Vera said, who had come out of her Ancient Runes class at the precise moment.
Raie grabbed Vera's books, as Vera and Harry hugged, and Ron and Hermione, who had come out of Ancient Runes along with Vera, stood uncomfortably by each other.
Ron, stressing from the awkwardness, moved next to Raie, and tugged on her arm, to indicate her to continue walking.
"Talk about P.D.A," He snickered angrily, leaning into Raie.
"Public display of attention? Yeah, I presume that's a benefit when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, kind of let's everyone know that your taken," Raie said, wanting to glance back, but kept walking.
"Yeah," Ron said, humanely.
"Ron, why don't you just ask Hermione? Your keen on her, besides, it's obvious," Raie said, turning to face him.
"She'll suppose I'm teasing, and not being serious about it, to be cruel to her, or something of the sort," Ron said, irritated, yet hurt at the same time.
"Why would she think that?" Raie said, quietly, hearing Hermione, Vera, and Harry's voice coming closer.
"Last year, I basically attempted to use her as a last resort to the Yule Ball, when really, she was the first person I wanted to request," Ron said, as three of them caught up and Vera jumped into Raie's back.
Raie turned suddenly, and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Hermione simultaneously pointed out that they'd be late, as did Harry.
They dashed to the classroom, which to their advantage, wasn't very far. They entered the classroom, just as the tardy bell rung. They took their seats, Vera and Harry next to each other, Hermione in the front row, and Raie and Ron behind her.
Professor Knowdlin trickled out of his private room, and into the classroom, his grey cloak curving out behind him. Raie smiled, at the humorous, youthful professor. Only tempting to be 6 or 7 years Raie's senior, she could not help but be slightly fascinated by him, though she was permanently set on Professor Snape.
Vera and Harry were all ready holding hands underneath the desk, and Raie felt queasy by it. Perhaps she was desirous, she didn't entirely comprehend what she felt. She didn't desire Harry, or Vera, but she desired what they had. Someone and that was mainly what Raie felt she considered necessary.
Ron pointed this out concurrently as she had noticed it herself. She rolled her eyes, and nodded. She pulled out a torn portion of parchment, and her coloured ink quill.
She jotted a quick note to Ron, which read: Ron, why don't you just ask Hermione? I can almost assure you that she would accept. I have to admit, I truly believe she likes you, don't you see the way she acts around you? The way she looks at you. Open your eyes boy!
She handed to him under the desk, and he grabbed it, unrolling it. His eyes moved across it, and a smile appeared on his face, as he glanced at Raie, who was looking directly ahead.
Professor Knowdlin had been performing a way to fight off a curse with an inferno reactor.
"That explains the smell of something burning," Raie said out of the corner of her mouth, in the direction of Ron.
He nodded in return and scribbled something back on the parchment to Raie. He slipped it in the book on her lap, and she took it out.
Why do you think that? I just. I just don't want to be rejected, and knowing her, I'd get a big, fat, NO! I don't want to be hurt, ya know? Would you talk to her? Find out what she thinks of me? Or else, if she even does think of me?
Raie turned to him and nodded, she tucked the note away in her bag, and turned to pay concentration to Professor Knowdlin.
She thought carefully on the fact, that during the night sometimes, Hermione would blather on concerning Professor Knowdlin, how handsome he is, and how good-looking he is before the girls would fall to sleep. It got rather old, Raie thought, but it was true.
In addition, she couldn't tell Ron. She couldn't and she wouldn't, and for that matter, she tucked it away inside of her mind, so Vera couldn't catch her thoughts. Hermione's hand was in the air, waving from side to side as Professor Knowdlin requested a volunteer.
"How about," He said, examined the range of the room.
Hermione's arm picked up pace as he put his hand on his chin. "I'd like to have, Miss. Black, and, hmm, Mr. Potter,"
A loud "Hmmpf," could be heard from Hermione, as Harry got up and Raie followed him.
"Now, Harry do you know any good curses, hexes perhaps?" Professor Knowdlin said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and directing him opposite of Raie.
"`Course I do," Harry said, thinking of the many he trained to use on Malfoy.
"And Miss. Black, had you been paying awareness when I explained the inferno withdraw?" He said, turning to her, and walking towards her.
"A bit, something Infertionorte, right?" She said, looking straight up into his dark brown eyes.
"Correct, its just Infertionorte, now, Mr. Potter, you are going to send a curse, hex, etcetera and Miss. Black, you are going to block with the inferno, got it you two?" He said, placing his hand tenderly on Raie's shoulder, as she and Harry exchanged an amused smile.
Professor Knowdlin moved away from the two, as the both of them had to struggle furiously to keep a straight face.
"On my count of three, you will both send your spells, understand?"
With a nod from Harry and Raie, he stepped back farther, and cleared his throat.
"1."
The class leaned forward to catch a good view of the both of them.
"2."
Raie's wand arm was beginning to get tired from holding out her wand for such an extended time.
"3."
Harry's wand arm flew up, and he brought back down as he yelled "Mashofletea!!!"
Raie, at the same time, yelled "Infertionorte!!!!" and sent the spell straight at his.
Their spells hit each other at the same time, and exploded into a mess of flames and goop, splattering Raie, Harry and Professor Knowdlin with a gooey, lime green substance.
Raie started laughing, as she saw Professor Knowdlin's face, along with Harry's.
"Harry! Do you know what your hex was?" She said, her eyes almost watering from mirth.
Harry shook his head nervously, "Not honestly, I read it in a book of hexes, but . I don't know what it does, or well, did."
"It was a slime hex, you substantial idiot!" She said, laughing as Harry began to snort, Professor Knowdlin positioned nervously, appalled by the slime.
Professor Knowdlin dismissed the class to Transfiguration, and turned angrily to Harry.
"I asked you to use a hex you knew, boy!" Knowdlin shouted, wrinkles forming on his brow.
"I-I did not know what it would do, but it was pretty comical," Harry said, looking at Raie who was still snorting with laughter.
"I have to say I don't agree," And with that, he grabbed Harry by the arm, and Raie by the collar and proceeded to haul them to the Hospital Wing to get cleaned up.