Xenith
" 'STORMS BEGET STORMS. RAGE BEGETS RAGE. REVENGE BEGETS REVENGE. AND WARS? WELL, WARS BEGET WARS.' " ~~~Dune~~~
Chapter Seven
The seventh year Gryffindor Care of Magical Creatures class finally made their way out of the castle and down to Hagrid's cabin for, what was for most, their final class of the week. Everyone was in undoubtedly high spirits barely even dreading the inevitable monster that Hagrid was bound to have prepared for them. But only a sparse few of them actually knew that Hagrid wouldn't be teaching the class; though none of the informed would ever dare speaking of such guarded information.
There was no teacher there as they reached the cabin, only the Ravenclaws that they were to have the class with. There were voices coming from behind the cabin though, near the forest. The teens followed the voices only to find Chris and one of her brothers, Mat, working with their backs to them on something that the students were unable to see.
"Ahem." George cleared his throat loudly.
"Wait." Mat threw back over his shoulder. There was a huge screaming screech from the thing causing all of the students to jump.
"What was that?" Lee asked. Neither of the Jamesons' answered, or turned but both of them seemed to grunt heavily as they lifted an invisible something from the ground.
"Could someone point their wand over here and lift a cloaking spell for us? We kind have our hands full."
A Ravenclaw girl behind George held her wand out and muttered "Uuncloakificrius" under her breath. A spurt of colour spurted from her wand, hit the 'invisible thing' between the siblings, flew over their heads and collided with a massive fenced in pen; complete with dragons and humans.
"Wicked." Fred and George muttered in unison.
"Bloody hell—"Lee trailed off behind them.
Chris and Mat lifted the reptilian creature over the fencing, depositing it into the waiting cart of Eddie Jameson.
"Well," They turned back to the class. "Er---well, Hagrid isn't going to be teaching for a while." Chris started, taking a step towards the class while her brother leant against the posts behind him and pulled the infrared goggles down around his neck. He pulled a cigarette from the box in his pants pocket. "We'll be," She indicted the boy behind her. He gave a curt nod as he lit the end if the D.K.S and brought it to his mouth. "Your substitute teachers for the time being." She scowled at this. "Hagrid may be returning occasionally though."
They were smart enough not to ask where he was.
"Now, our first lesson deals with hybrids. This," she whistled sharply and her small Black swooped out of the forest trees and landed delicately on her outstretched arm; claws clinging to her heavy sleeve. "This is my Feather." The dragon cooed under her affections.
"Feather is an Australian Black. A crossbreed of a Romanian Black and an Australian Parakeet." There was a rush of cloaks as everyone dug into their pockets and bags for parchment.
"Feather isn't the most astounding breed in terms of colour and size. All AB's are black and relatively the same size. But what he lacks in originality he makes up in with intelligence." Feather clawed his way up her arm, nuzzling its way into the neck of her tunic.
The Ravenclaw girl who lifted the cloaking spell, Emily Nathan, raised her hand next to Fred.
"Yes?" Chris said, her eyes lingering on the two Weasley's, longest on Fred, before falling upon Emily.
"What are your goggles for?"
"What?"
"The goggles---over your eyes? What are they for?"
"Oh," She blushed slightly; having become so accustomed to wearing the goggles she rarely ever removed them. Fred watched as she pulled the dark lenses onto the top of her head causing her hair to push up around her face at odd angles as she explained the complexities of heat sensory aided vision.
"Now," she continued, blowing a thick strand of dark hair out of her eyes. "Split yourselves into two groups. Half go with Mat and the rest with me." The students immediately divided themselves, boys and girls. The girls, nearly all giggling, followed the brooding Mat---the boys, Chris.
"And try not to show off." She called to her brother. He nodded her off, blowing a long stream of indigo smoke towards them as he hopped the fence, making his way over to his elder brother.
"What is it he smokes?" George questioned as he leapt the fence after her. "I've never seen anything like it before."
"It's like a potion only you smoke it. It coats your lungs and prevents disease when you're working with fire breathers." She muttered, watching her brother take a long drag off the black cigarette and blowing purple and indigo smoke rings into the air. "It's only one of the ways to defend your lungs though." She began a series of low, soothing, whistles and squeaks as they approached a large dragon, nearly the size of a Muggle car, and a bright pale yellow. The boys eyed her queerly.
"This is Socrates." She stepped up to the dragon and ran her hands over the soft hide. "Socrates is a pure breed Perusion Ziggder. And unlike the Hungarian Horntail or the Vendurian Venus his scales are smooth and won't cause any bleeding when touched. But if the scales become agitated, or the dragon is scared or threatened, the scales lift." She lifted one of the large scales and slid her finger tip across its edge. The scale split the pad easily. She brought her finger to her mouth and sucked the excess blood from it before casting a healing charm over the thick wound; causing the blood to clot immediately. "I wouldn't recommend doing that, but if something like that were to occur human saliva has incredible healing properties . . . ahhh . . . you." She pointed to Lee. "What's your name?"
"Jordan. _Lee_ Jordan." He gave an extravagant bow. "But you, Madame, may call me Lee."
"_Mister_ Jordan." Fred and George didn't even try to stifle their laughter.
"Yes?" Her formality not fazing him in the slightest.
"Come here." He was imperceptibly hesitant. "He won't get you." She grinned mischievously.
"I'm not worried." He strode up to the dragon.
"Give me your hand."
"Gladly." Lee slid his hand into her's and Chris brought his palm to the dragon's hide. "Wicked." He muttered---immediately engrossed by the beast before him. "Bullocks . . . it's soft!"
"And you doubted a Professor?" Lee's hand continued to stroke the dragon, unconsciously moving closer and closer to its head. "Watch it!" Lee pulled his hand back as the dragon Socrates' fine toothed jaw snapped at the boy's roaming fingers. "Always, _always_, keep away from their head's." The class watched as her slender scarred fingers worked their way expertly up Socrates' neck and over his snout, all the while making gentle cooing noises and clearly calming the beast.
"You keep away from his head quite well." Kyle Walters, a Ravenclaw Prefect, remarked, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Even the biggest creatures---."
"Chris!" Mat's voice carried easily across the pen, cutting her off. "He's falling fast!" Her hands left the dragon's jaw as her eyes darted upward. The pristine blue expanse was utterly empty. This didn't seem to faze her though as the infrared goggles were brought to her face and she surveyed the sky.
Chris swore violently and darted away from the class, joining her brothers as they made their way across the grounds. The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students followed, though at quite a distance.
The siblings threw their wands into the air and sent out a massive Levitation Charm at what looked remarkably like blood seeping out of the blue. All of their faces went pale as the red spilled to the ground.
"Someone get the Headmaster!" Timothy bellowed over his shoulder as Adam sent a burst of white light from his wand and into the air. The glow encompassed the immense form of an unconscious dragon. Tiny tendrils of white light spun around the dragon, increasing in speed and size until the colossal form was no longer visible through the light. There was an ear splitting 'snap!' as the light exploded from the body. The dragon was now visible, its dazzling white hide covered in blood.
They carefully brought the dragon to the ground. "Someone---NOW!"
A blonde boy, one of the Ravenclaw Prefect's, dashed towards the castle; over the shock of seeing a full grown dragon so close as he concentrated on getting to the Headmaster's office.
Kyle ran as hard as he possibly could past frame after frame of inquisitive portraits. He was halfway to the office when he nearly crashed into Professor Dumbledore.
"I saw the blood." He said immediately. "What happened?"
"I don't know. One of the dragons is injured. I think it's the one of the one's that was sent to guard a one of the Gringotts buildings. It sure has all the right markings." Kyle let out in a great rush as they made their way back outside. He barely kept pace with man's long strides.
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" 'STORMS BEGET STORMS. RAGE BEGETS RAGE. REVENGE BEGETS REVENGE. AND WARS? WELL, WARS BEGET WARS.' " ~~~Dune~~~
Chapter Seven
The seventh year Gryffindor Care of Magical Creatures class finally made their way out of the castle and down to Hagrid's cabin for, what was for most, their final class of the week. Everyone was in undoubtedly high spirits barely even dreading the inevitable monster that Hagrid was bound to have prepared for them. But only a sparse few of them actually knew that Hagrid wouldn't be teaching the class; though none of the informed would ever dare speaking of such guarded information.
There was no teacher there as they reached the cabin, only the Ravenclaws that they were to have the class with. There were voices coming from behind the cabin though, near the forest. The teens followed the voices only to find Chris and one of her brothers, Mat, working with their backs to them on something that the students were unable to see.
"Ahem." George cleared his throat loudly.
"Wait." Mat threw back over his shoulder. There was a huge screaming screech from the thing causing all of the students to jump.
"What was that?" Lee asked. Neither of the Jamesons' answered, or turned but both of them seemed to grunt heavily as they lifted an invisible something from the ground.
"Could someone point their wand over here and lift a cloaking spell for us? We kind have our hands full."
A Ravenclaw girl behind George held her wand out and muttered "Uuncloakificrius" under her breath. A spurt of colour spurted from her wand, hit the 'invisible thing' between the siblings, flew over their heads and collided with a massive fenced in pen; complete with dragons and humans.
"Wicked." Fred and George muttered in unison.
"Bloody hell—"Lee trailed off behind them.
Chris and Mat lifted the reptilian creature over the fencing, depositing it into the waiting cart of Eddie Jameson.
"Well," They turned back to the class. "Er---well, Hagrid isn't going to be teaching for a while." Chris started, taking a step towards the class while her brother leant against the posts behind him and pulled the infrared goggles down around his neck. He pulled a cigarette from the box in his pants pocket. "We'll be," She indicted the boy behind her. He gave a curt nod as he lit the end if the D.K.S and brought it to his mouth. "Your substitute teachers for the time being." She scowled at this. "Hagrid may be returning occasionally though."
They were smart enough not to ask where he was.
"Now, our first lesson deals with hybrids. This," she whistled sharply and her small Black swooped out of the forest trees and landed delicately on her outstretched arm; claws clinging to her heavy sleeve. "This is my Feather." The dragon cooed under her affections.
"Feather is an Australian Black. A crossbreed of a Romanian Black and an Australian Parakeet." There was a rush of cloaks as everyone dug into their pockets and bags for parchment.
"Feather isn't the most astounding breed in terms of colour and size. All AB's are black and relatively the same size. But what he lacks in originality he makes up in with intelligence." Feather clawed his way up her arm, nuzzling its way into the neck of her tunic.
The Ravenclaw girl who lifted the cloaking spell, Emily Nathan, raised her hand next to Fred.
"Yes?" Chris said, her eyes lingering on the two Weasley's, longest on Fred, before falling upon Emily.
"What are your goggles for?"
"What?"
"The goggles---over your eyes? What are they for?"
"Oh," She blushed slightly; having become so accustomed to wearing the goggles she rarely ever removed them. Fred watched as she pulled the dark lenses onto the top of her head causing her hair to push up around her face at odd angles as she explained the complexities of heat sensory aided vision.
"Now," she continued, blowing a thick strand of dark hair out of her eyes. "Split yourselves into two groups. Half go with Mat and the rest with me." The students immediately divided themselves, boys and girls. The girls, nearly all giggling, followed the brooding Mat---the boys, Chris.
"And try not to show off." She called to her brother. He nodded her off, blowing a long stream of indigo smoke towards them as he hopped the fence, making his way over to his elder brother.
"What is it he smokes?" George questioned as he leapt the fence after her. "I've never seen anything like it before."
"It's like a potion only you smoke it. It coats your lungs and prevents disease when you're working with fire breathers." She muttered, watching her brother take a long drag off the black cigarette and blowing purple and indigo smoke rings into the air. "It's only one of the ways to defend your lungs though." She began a series of low, soothing, whistles and squeaks as they approached a large dragon, nearly the size of a Muggle car, and a bright pale yellow. The boys eyed her queerly.
"This is Socrates." She stepped up to the dragon and ran her hands over the soft hide. "Socrates is a pure breed Perusion Ziggder. And unlike the Hungarian Horntail or the Vendurian Venus his scales are smooth and won't cause any bleeding when touched. But if the scales become agitated, or the dragon is scared or threatened, the scales lift." She lifted one of the large scales and slid her finger tip across its edge. The scale split the pad easily. She brought her finger to her mouth and sucked the excess blood from it before casting a healing charm over the thick wound; causing the blood to clot immediately. "I wouldn't recommend doing that, but if something like that were to occur human saliva has incredible healing properties . . . ahhh . . . you." She pointed to Lee. "What's your name?"
"Jordan. _Lee_ Jordan." He gave an extravagant bow. "But you, Madame, may call me Lee."
"_Mister_ Jordan." Fred and George didn't even try to stifle their laughter.
"Yes?" Her formality not fazing him in the slightest.
"Come here." He was imperceptibly hesitant. "He won't get you." She grinned mischievously.
"I'm not worried." He strode up to the dragon.
"Give me your hand."
"Gladly." Lee slid his hand into her's and Chris brought his palm to the dragon's hide. "Wicked." He muttered---immediately engrossed by the beast before him. "Bullocks . . . it's soft!"
"And you doubted a Professor?" Lee's hand continued to stroke the dragon, unconsciously moving closer and closer to its head. "Watch it!" Lee pulled his hand back as the dragon Socrates' fine toothed jaw snapped at the boy's roaming fingers. "Always, _always_, keep away from their head's." The class watched as her slender scarred fingers worked their way expertly up Socrates' neck and over his snout, all the while making gentle cooing noises and clearly calming the beast.
"You keep away from his head quite well." Kyle Walters, a Ravenclaw Prefect, remarked, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Even the biggest creatures---."
"Chris!" Mat's voice carried easily across the pen, cutting her off. "He's falling fast!" Her hands left the dragon's jaw as her eyes darted upward. The pristine blue expanse was utterly empty. This didn't seem to faze her though as the infrared goggles were brought to her face and she surveyed the sky.
Chris swore violently and darted away from the class, joining her brothers as they made their way across the grounds. The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students followed, though at quite a distance.
The siblings threw their wands into the air and sent out a massive Levitation Charm at what looked remarkably like blood seeping out of the blue. All of their faces went pale as the red spilled to the ground.
"Someone get the Headmaster!" Timothy bellowed over his shoulder as Adam sent a burst of white light from his wand and into the air. The glow encompassed the immense form of an unconscious dragon. Tiny tendrils of white light spun around the dragon, increasing in speed and size until the colossal form was no longer visible through the light. There was an ear splitting 'snap!' as the light exploded from the body. The dragon was now visible, its dazzling white hide covered in blood.
They carefully brought the dragon to the ground. "Someone---NOW!"
A blonde boy, one of the Ravenclaw Prefect's, dashed towards the castle; over the shock of seeing a full grown dragon so close as he concentrated on getting to the Headmaster's office.
Kyle ran as hard as he possibly could past frame after frame of inquisitive portraits. He was halfway to the office when he nearly crashed into Professor Dumbledore.
"I saw the blood." He said immediately. "What happened?"
"I don't know. One of the dragons is injured. I think it's the one of the one's that was sent to guard a one of the Gringotts buildings. It sure has all the right markings." Kyle let out in a great rush as they made their way back outside. He barely kept pace with man's long strides.
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