Inklings of Celebrity Inklings of Celebrity Chapter Eleven: Meetings

A/N: To continue on with the story, I definitely need to amp up the characters shown. So the DragonSlayers, the Weasleys and the teachers?

Throughout the rest of the day, Snape went through a nervous breakdown (while the Gaean students had hysterical fits). He had to cancel all of his classes, then he called a staff meeting, causing all of the other teachers to cancel their classes. This surprised them, as Snape was never one to let the students off that easily.

The meeting therefore started off with the question, "Why did you call us here?" from the other teachers.

"A student has jumped out of the window in my class, and I don't know what to do," explained the distraught Snape.

"Which student was it?" queried Minerva McGonagall.

"Van Fanel." Upon hearing this, Folken laughed aloud. This made the teachers jump out of their seats, stunned. They'd never heard the new teacher laugh, or even smile, during his time there. But now, he just laughed and laughed, until gasping for breath.

"He played an effective trick on you, that's all. He's probably fine, although gone elsewhere," revealed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

"How do you know this?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's a trick he's played often on others when he was small." Although the staff was somewhat relieved to know that the student was alright, Snape was particularly nettled by then.

"I'm going to give him so much work that he'll collapse under the strain," muttered Snape darkly. "He'll fail miserably on his OWLs and fare as badly as I have today." Folken heard this.

"May I ask why you'll be doing this? Possibly, why he jumped out of the window?" Snape quailed under Folken's intimidating stare.

"No, I've changed my mind, I'll just be giving him a detention. He just jumped out the window- just like that. He wouldn't even change his seat."

Folken arose, along with the rest of the staff. "He's safe- we have no reason to stay here any longer." The teachers trailed out, one by one, and prepared to reinstate their classes.

Later on that evening, when the students had all retired to their common rooms, Van cheerily strode in to the Gryffindor common room, whistling. He was greeted by all the Gaeans, who clapped and whooped loudly for his latest scheme. The other Gryffindors screamed, thinking Van to be dead.

"That was brilliant!" exclaimed Gatti, his face alight.

"What was?" asked one of the Weasley twins, coming over.

"I pretended to fall out of the window in Snape's class," said Van, plopping into a squishy chair.

"Excellent!" praised George- or was it Fred?

"You're back," Dilandau sullenly remarked, stating the painful obvious.

"I went to Hogsmeade," said Van. "They actually serve very good meals at the pub there- Hog's Head, I think it's called."

"They let you in?" asked Shesta in amazement. Van nodded, and noticed that the Gryffindors were clearing off, the occurrence having lost its appeal.

Van turned to Selena. "You brought my stuff up?" She nodded, and held up a heavy bag, which Van lifted up with ease and carried to his dorm, followed by the DragonSlayers (who were greatly interested in Van's escapade).

Dilandau looked slightly miffed that Van was still in the school, although Selena cheerfully pointed out to him that at least Snape was still suffering. He agreed, then decided to go up to the dormitory to get his crown- he wanted to polish it.

Harry Potter had never learnt not to run with sharp objects. He also hadn't learnt to stand up to Lord Voldemort. He'd done that before, although he'd never ran with sharp objects. It started out simply enough; he was fetching scissors from his dorm for something.

And he ran, and the scissors pierced into the chest of Dilandau Albatou coming out of his dormitory. Harry wasn't at all sure what to do in that case. Dilandau was about to die, probably, because Harry had been careless. But he'd get blamed all the same anyway.

Harry stood there, in the hallway, looking terrified at the sight of Dilandau coughing up blood. In the Gryffindor common room, Selena Schezar was also coughing up blood, holding her hand to the stab-wound.

Gatti, who was there at the time, hovered around her. "Lady Selena!" he exclaimed, frightened. "What happened?" Selena didn't answer, but concentrated all her energy into bringing Dilandau into her. Her labored breathing was the only sound in the common room for several minutes.

At that moment, Selena's hair seemed to get lighter, her eyes changed color, and her body swelled up in her robes. Dilandau Albatou was in her place by then, but the two of them switched back painfully; the stab wound having dissapeared.

Dilandau Albatou looked up in the Gryffindor common room murderously. "I'll get Potter for this," he hissed unpleasantly, then gave an evil laugh. Grasping his sword, he climbed up to where he'd seen Harry last.

Several minutes later, Harry was tied to the wall of the outside of a tower. His glasses were gone, along with his wand, and he was purely defenseless. He was very disoriented by then, and the only thing he thought about was the day's events. Becoming hysterical, he laughed a very shrill, high-pitched laugh.

Selena had appeared by now, in separate form, and she and Dilandau were spending their time just talking to the DragonSlayers. Dilandau was successfully instilling a feeling of hatred for Harry Potter in the DragonSlayers. Selena was just telling them not to do much harm if they were trying to do anything.

Later on that day, Dilandau went to a tower to untie Harry, then dragged him to the principal's office. Upon reaching there, Dilandau said the password (told to him by Selena), and the two entered.

"Good day," greeted Dumbledore. "What happens to be the problem at hand?"

"Potter stabbed me," said Dilandau, "endangering the life of both Selena Schezar and I."

This had not been what Dumbledore was expecting. "The life, Mister Albatou?"

"The life." Dilandau swung his sword dangerously at Harry, who jumped back just in time.

"Mr. Potter, what do you have to say for yourself?" Dumbledore fixed his penetrating stare on Harry.

Harry started blubbering. "It was all a mistake, sir! I, I, I didn't mean to! I was just running and the scissors suddenly pierced him!" That wasn't very much like Harry at all, but neither was accidentally stabbing people. Besides, Harry had, after all, been tied to a tower for a few hours.

"I see." Dumbledore sighed loudly. "While I am happy that you are alive, Mr. Albatou, I would appreciate it if you keep your sword to yourself. And Harry? Your lesson is to never run with sharp objects." Harry would have told Dumbledore about the tower incident, but a glare from Dilandau stopped him. Besides, it had been a very humiliating experience.

After being escorted out, Dilandau hacked Harry on the arm with the sword, then left. Meanwhile, Harry had to go to the infirmary to get his bleeding arm healed, then reported to Hermione and Ron, who'd been very worried about him.

Ron applauded Harry. "You nearly killed Albatou!"

Hermione took on a more investigative approach. "Selena and Dilandau share a life? How can that be? Well, I always knew there was something odd about that girl, and I was right all along!"

Harry sighed. "That's not the point! The point is that Dilandau Albatou now hates me more than Malfoy does. He can defend himself very well, hurt me badly -and probably kill me, and has a group of friends who also hate me by now. He is also on the same Quidditch team as I am. It's like having Death Eaters run all over the school."

"You could make friends with one of them, then they'd probably not do as much damage," suggested Ron.

"What's the matter?" asked Fred & George together, coming over. Harry gestured darkly to the circle of friends sitting by the fire (where else would a pyromaniac sit?). They were glancing over at Harry, and seemed to be plotting something.

"Don't worry about it. Have a chocolate," George offered, handing Harry a chocolate. Harry had forgotten his resolution to never accept food from the Weasley twins, and popped the chocolate in his mouth.

He instantly felt a sizzling sensation in his mouth, and when he opened it, fire came streaming out. The common room looked at this and tittered, while Fred started to promote the Hot Chocs (ten Knuts each), as the chocolates were called. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was prospering.

A/N: Chapter 11 is shorter than the others so far, so shoot me. It's just a basis chapter, where the foundation of something bigger is built. Besides, I am very tired, and my legs (for some unknown reason) hurt. In which case I implore you to review out of pity. Good bye, fair and responsible reader, and good luck to you in future.