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CHAPTER SIX - NON-SIGNAL MAGIC CLASS
Harry, Ron and Hermione got out off the dungeons. Boys were swearing on Snape. Severus couldn't have been more dreadful. Harry had to write the recipe, how to make the enlargement potion and Ron was punished a detention because he spilled Malfoy's liquid.
'Is it what makes him feel high, torturing us?', asked Ron as they entered the second floor where a classroom of non-signal magic was. This was their first lesson with Professor Sting and all three of them were impatient. They didn't know her, but liked the way she looked at Snape: with hatred and disrespectfully.
All their and Ravenclaw's class gathered outside the chamber and waited. They heard the glass bell calling for lessons rang and the door opened.
They saw a sunny, spacious room furnished with shelves, chairs, and books. Except teacher's desk there were no others. And on that desk sat Julia Sting, wearing short, green, tweedy skirt and a black pullover. She was smiling slightly and with a move of her hand she invited all of them in. Harry realized that she was gazing deeply into students' eyes. She smiled wider when she met his.
'Good afternoon', her voice was clear and loud. The class went silent: charmed. Julia smiled in her thoughts: she didn't use loud voice often, she had almost forgot how it is to charm audience with its melody.
'As you probably know, my name is Julia Sting and the subject we are going to practice here is named: Non-signal magic', she paused and took a look over pupils' faces. She loved observing people and enjoyed that much more than talking to them. But in this case.
'I haven't had a doubtful pleasure to teach anyone yet. I hope you won't make me mad and I won't end up in nuthouse. This subject is very difficult, for me as well, despite the fact, that I have been practicing it since thirteen years.
'I was wondering. Theory or practice. theory. practice.'
She was thinking and watching. Every time she spoke about practical lesson, kids eyes widened and smiled. Observe and rule!
'Practice then', she jumped on her heels and started to walk in the middle of the classroom. 'Who knows what is non-signal? Who knows what are the signs of magic?', she asked them and the only person who lifted her hand was Hermione. 'Well, Miss Granger?'
'The signals of magic are wand and spoken charm', she said and boys rolled their eyes: she knew everything, as always.
'Or hex', smiled Julia. 'Very well, 5 points for Gryffindor. It will be ten if anyone tell me, what the hell is non-signal magic', she paused. 'Harry?'
Potter looked at her curiously, he knew she would ask him, he knew the answer, and this was quite a big shock for him.
'So, this must be doing magic without using your wand and speaking.'
'Perfect', Julia laughed when realized that all students were in shock, greater than Harry had been before. And it was not because he answered, it was because all of them thought that this kind of art is impossible. She wanted to perform a little show for them. She started to speak about how is such ability produced and without moving her hands and wand she flew many things all around the classroom: flowers, books, quills, schoolbags, even handkerchiefs.
'Wand and a spell are ONLY the signs. They don't make magic, they catalyse it. It's helpful, much easier, but not obvious. Magic is inside us. Old magic, ancient magic. In the golden age of ancient magic wands weren't used. Only in the Middle Ages wizards began to use them, they wanted to scare Muggles, a wand and a loud spell seemed perfect. Soon it was forgotten how to produce magic without its signs. Well, it was forgotten about old, ancient art. Never mind, now. But we are still able to learn it! And after several years of hard, exhausting training we are able to do magic while concentrating on other things. And fix stuff like that.
Julia laughed. The things she moved gathered on the wall and formed a pyramid of colours. Students looked amazed.
'Well, let's move on. Now, you will try!', during that speech all things found their owners.
'Harry.'
Harry Potter stood up and walked to the middle of the chamber. He had no idea, why she wanted him to perform first and make an idiot of himself in front of two classes. Julia picked an apple and hanged it magically in the air. She asked him not to speak but allowed to use his wand. He had to rotate it. Without saying 'Rotato!'!
Julia sat on her desk and observed. Harry glanced at her and she smiled.
'Don't be afraid. I KNOW you can.'
Harry aimed his wand against the fruit and waved it, but nothing happened. After few more trials he wanted to surrender; class laughed a little.
'It's not only hard to do this at your first trial', said Julia earnestly. 'But some never are able to produce such magic. Some. Not you, Harry. Relax. Try to feel the stream of power in your hand, is your head, in your soul. Move it.'
Harry tried once more. He relaxed, felt really relaxed and pointed the apple with his wand once again. It didn't rotate, but moved. Really moved.
Class applauded. Julia grinned deviously.
'I knew you would do this. It's not my fault I am so clever and foreseeing. Now, who else wants to try?'
After an hour of wonderful play students left the room, talking loudly about brand new things they had learned. Julia played with them, but Harry knew she is very wise, he though she was very interesting as well.
***
Harry, Hermione and Ron were rambling around the corridors, looking for a silent place to talk. Instead of that they found two people discussing on the third floor, near bathrooms. It was Julia Sting and Severus Snape. What was she doing with him?
They hid themselves behind a statue of Robert of Ostley and His Horse - there was enough place for them to hide.
'What the hell is he planning..', Ron started, but Hermione told him to shut up. They listened and watched.
Julia was standing near the wall, wearing a long, green dress and was calm. Snape, however, watched her enviously and spoke:
'Well, well, Sting. Rambling around as if you were a kid. How disgusting', he began.
'At least I can't get detention or get expelled for that', she answered, calm, but lofty.
'And still wearing black', he didn't listen. 'Nothing has changed, black clothes, black friends, b.'
Julia looked surprised. Although the additional stuff, like shoes or wand were black, her dress was of a beautiful green colour, perfectly seen in this light.
'This is a green dress, Snape', she mocked and her outlook went steadier. 'I wonder, why do you teach potions and decide whether somebody did it good or wrong if you're colour-blind! By the way, it is better to have black friends than a dark past.'
Hermione had to look at boys with warning: they wanted to laugh.
'I was wondering, when I would hear about you', he didn't listen to her again, she was getting a little impatient. 'So many of your idiot pals were seen around here.'
'You know Snape', she looked at her fingernails, and her voice was clear and strict. 'I wouldn't use such words if I were you.'
'Are you threatening me??', he yelled. 'It's always the same. Threatening, frightening, even killing if you could! You know that murderers.'
'Shut up Snape!', she shouted and looked into his eyes. 'How stupid can you be , Snape', she went calmer now. 'It was twenty years ago! It was a joke!'
Ron looked at Hermione and Harry and moved his lips:
'Are they talking about Sirius??'
'oh, yeah, Sting, a joke, silly joke like all those pranks, ah?', Snape was really excited, shouting. Julia watched him with disgust. 'I could have been killed!!!!!'
'Do you think I don't know why it happened?', she whispered and it was frightening. 'your immature gossiping could have ruined my life. OUR life. Believe me', she added with a devilish smile. 'if your plans had succeeded, I would have killed you with my own hands.'
Severus gazed at her, either scared or amazed. For a moment he didn't answer. The temperature around their argument began to fall slowly. He looked embarrassed, Julia was again calm, though.
'You have no idea, what I have suffered', he whispered.
She gave him a softer look but answered coolly:
'And you don't know what I have. Well, anyway, it's good to see you, I wanted to tell you that I will have a copy for you, so if you want, they should arrive soon.'
'You want to give me a copy of your book. But..', he was so surprised.
'I have no idea, why Dumbledore trusts you. But I trust him.', she left without looking back and Snape stood there alone for a while. When he finally went downstairs, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other considering that lots of information they had just heard.
CHAPTER SIX - NON-SIGNAL MAGIC CLASS
Harry, Ron and Hermione got out off the dungeons. Boys were swearing on Snape. Severus couldn't have been more dreadful. Harry had to write the recipe, how to make the enlargement potion and Ron was punished a detention because he spilled Malfoy's liquid.
'Is it what makes him feel high, torturing us?', asked Ron as they entered the second floor where a classroom of non-signal magic was. This was their first lesson with Professor Sting and all three of them were impatient. They didn't know her, but liked the way she looked at Snape: with hatred and disrespectfully.
All their and Ravenclaw's class gathered outside the chamber and waited. They heard the glass bell calling for lessons rang and the door opened.
They saw a sunny, spacious room furnished with shelves, chairs, and books. Except teacher's desk there were no others. And on that desk sat Julia Sting, wearing short, green, tweedy skirt and a black pullover. She was smiling slightly and with a move of her hand she invited all of them in. Harry realized that she was gazing deeply into students' eyes. She smiled wider when she met his.
'Good afternoon', her voice was clear and loud. The class went silent: charmed. Julia smiled in her thoughts: she didn't use loud voice often, she had almost forgot how it is to charm audience with its melody.
'As you probably know, my name is Julia Sting and the subject we are going to practice here is named: Non-signal magic', she paused and took a look over pupils' faces. She loved observing people and enjoyed that much more than talking to them. But in this case.
'I haven't had a doubtful pleasure to teach anyone yet. I hope you won't make me mad and I won't end up in nuthouse. This subject is very difficult, for me as well, despite the fact, that I have been practicing it since thirteen years.
'I was wondering. Theory or practice. theory. practice.'
She was thinking and watching. Every time she spoke about practical lesson, kids eyes widened and smiled. Observe and rule!
'Practice then', she jumped on her heels and started to walk in the middle of the classroom. 'Who knows what is non-signal? Who knows what are the signs of magic?', she asked them and the only person who lifted her hand was Hermione. 'Well, Miss Granger?'
'The signals of magic are wand and spoken charm', she said and boys rolled their eyes: she knew everything, as always.
'Or hex', smiled Julia. 'Very well, 5 points for Gryffindor. It will be ten if anyone tell me, what the hell is non-signal magic', she paused. 'Harry?'
Potter looked at her curiously, he knew she would ask him, he knew the answer, and this was quite a big shock for him.
'So, this must be doing magic without using your wand and speaking.'
'Perfect', Julia laughed when realized that all students were in shock, greater than Harry had been before. And it was not because he answered, it was because all of them thought that this kind of art is impossible. She wanted to perform a little show for them. She started to speak about how is such ability produced and without moving her hands and wand she flew many things all around the classroom: flowers, books, quills, schoolbags, even handkerchiefs.
'Wand and a spell are ONLY the signs. They don't make magic, they catalyse it. It's helpful, much easier, but not obvious. Magic is inside us. Old magic, ancient magic. In the golden age of ancient magic wands weren't used. Only in the Middle Ages wizards began to use them, they wanted to scare Muggles, a wand and a loud spell seemed perfect. Soon it was forgotten how to produce magic without its signs. Well, it was forgotten about old, ancient art. Never mind, now. But we are still able to learn it! And after several years of hard, exhausting training we are able to do magic while concentrating on other things. And fix stuff like that.
Julia laughed. The things she moved gathered on the wall and formed a pyramid of colours. Students looked amazed.
'Well, let's move on. Now, you will try!', during that speech all things found their owners.
'Harry.'
Harry Potter stood up and walked to the middle of the chamber. He had no idea, why she wanted him to perform first and make an idiot of himself in front of two classes. Julia picked an apple and hanged it magically in the air. She asked him not to speak but allowed to use his wand. He had to rotate it. Without saying 'Rotato!'!
Julia sat on her desk and observed. Harry glanced at her and she smiled.
'Don't be afraid. I KNOW you can.'
Harry aimed his wand against the fruit and waved it, but nothing happened. After few more trials he wanted to surrender; class laughed a little.
'It's not only hard to do this at your first trial', said Julia earnestly. 'But some never are able to produce such magic. Some. Not you, Harry. Relax. Try to feel the stream of power in your hand, is your head, in your soul. Move it.'
Harry tried once more. He relaxed, felt really relaxed and pointed the apple with his wand once again. It didn't rotate, but moved. Really moved.
Class applauded. Julia grinned deviously.
'I knew you would do this. It's not my fault I am so clever and foreseeing. Now, who else wants to try?'
After an hour of wonderful play students left the room, talking loudly about brand new things they had learned. Julia played with them, but Harry knew she is very wise, he though she was very interesting as well.
***
Harry, Hermione and Ron were rambling around the corridors, looking for a silent place to talk. Instead of that they found two people discussing on the third floor, near bathrooms. It was Julia Sting and Severus Snape. What was she doing with him?
They hid themselves behind a statue of Robert of Ostley and His Horse - there was enough place for them to hide.
'What the hell is he planning..', Ron started, but Hermione told him to shut up. They listened and watched.
Julia was standing near the wall, wearing a long, green dress and was calm. Snape, however, watched her enviously and spoke:
'Well, well, Sting. Rambling around as if you were a kid. How disgusting', he began.
'At least I can't get detention or get expelled for that', she answered, calm, but lofty.
'And still wearing black', he didn't listen. 'Nothing has changed, black clothes, black friends, b.'
Julia looked surprised. Although the additional stuff, like shoes or wand were black, her dress was of a beautiful green colour, perfectly seen in this light.
'This is a green dress, Snape', she mocked and her outlook went steadier. 'I wonder, why do you teach potions and decide whether somebody did it good or wrong if you're colour-blind! By the way, it is better to have black friends than a dark past.'
Hermione had to look at boys with warning: they wanted to laugh.
'I was wondering, when I would hear about you', he didn't listen to her again, she was getting a little impatient. 'So many of your idiot pals were seen around here.'
'You know Snape', she looked at her fingernails, and her voice was clear and strict. 'I wouldn't use such words if I were you.'
'Are you threatening me??', he yelled. 'It's always the same. Threatening, frightening, even killing if you could! You know that murderers.'
'Shut up Snape!', she shouted and looked into his eyes. 'How stupid can you be , Snape', she went calmer now. 'It was twenty years ago! It was a joke!'
Ron looked at Hermione and Harry and moved his lips:
'Are they talking about Sirius??'
'oh, yeah, Sting, a joke, silly joke like all those pranks, ah?', Snape was really excited, shouting. Julia watched him with disgust. 'I could have been killed!!!!!'
'Do you think I don't know why it happened?', she whispered and it was frightening. 'your immature gossiping could have ruined my life. OUR life. Believe me', she added with a devilish smile. 'if your plans had succeeded, I would have killed you with my own hands.'
Severus gazed at her, either scared or amazed. For a moment he didn't answer. The temperature around their argument began to fall slowly. He looked embarrassed, Julia was again calm, though.
'You have no idea, what I have suffered', he whispered.
She gave him a softer look but answered coolly:
'And you don't know what I have. Well, anyway, it's good to see you, I wanted to tell you that I will have a copy for you, so if you want, they should arrive soon.'
'You want to give me a copy of your book. But..', he was so surprised.
'I have no idea, why Dumbledore trusts you. But I trust him.', she left without looking back and Snape stood there alone for a while. When he finally went downstairs, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other considering that lots of information they had just heard.