Xenith
Brothers:
He'll beat you up,
He'll steal your candy,
But in the end
He's always handy!
~~~Unknown
Chapter Twenty-six
"Now, don't be frightened," Chris warned, holding her wand out behind her and well above her head. "She's quite big, but next to harmless at the moment."
"NEXT to harmless, Professor?" One of the Hufflepuffs asked shakily.
"She is a guard worm, Miss Brackett, and therefore deadly in her own rite, but at the moment she's quite content and therefore quite safe." Chris waved her wand at the 'empty' space behind her. Moments later the space behind her was taken over by the biggest dragon any of them had ever seen.
The dragon peered curiously down at the class of seventh years.
"Is that allowed on school property?" The Hufflepuff asked again.
"She's here, isn't she?" Mat snarled in his usual quite tones.
"Yes, she's allowed," Chris over rode her brother.
"We aren't going to have to ride it, are we?"
"No, and we aren't even going to be learning much about her. She is a guard dragon and as such her secrets are highly guarded by her caretakers. She is just here today to show you how big a dragon can actually be."
"Please, Professor," the Ravenclaw Head Girl asked, raising her hand as she spoke. "What's the point of this lesson?"
"Well---" Chris began.
"There is no point," Mat cut in. "We don't know what to teach. We're not 'Professors'---we're not even adults!"
"Then why isn't Professor Grubbly Plank substituting if Hagrid can't? She did last year."
"Because she died, from old age, at the end of this summer and we were going to be here anyway, so we got landed with it; Chris and I, because we're the youngest."
"Don't you have a twin?" Fred asked, a sly grin creeping its way across his mouth
"Don't start on me, Weasley. I'm not in the mood," Mat snapped, wiping the grin from Fred's face. The class was in shock. Not only was their teacher admitting defeat but they had never, ever, heard Mat speak so much at one time.
"Er . . ." Chris stammered, eyes darting from her brother to the Seventh-years. "Class dismissed, get back to the castle." The class didn't move. "Go!"
The majority of the class scurried away from the pseudo-Professors and up to the castle, Fred and George, of course, did not. They hung back as Chris grabbed Mat's hand and pulled him to the back of Hagrid's hut. If that wasn't an invitation to listen in the Weasley twins didn't know what was. They moved within earshot of the two siblings.
"Mat, what in bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Chris demanded of her mulish brother.
"We're not professors, Chrissy! This is a joke, this whole thing." Mat cried more frustrated now then they had ever heard him.
"I know, Mat, but we have to do it, there's no-one else for it."
"Can you honestly tell me that you're enjoying teaching? We're trained warriors, for Merlin's sake! We're not meant to educate. We didn't even GO to school, how are we expected to teach them anything."
"We're only expected to give them a class and give them an exam---"
"We're not even going to be here at exam time!"
"What?"
"I said, we're not even going to be here at exam time. Look at this," he thrust a letter into her hand.
"'Dear children," she read aloud from the parchment. "'You are needed. I will be by again to collect you and the worms not on guard. Be ready. Your Father.'" She finished. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" She thundered, throwing the letter back at her brother. "And why wasn't I told before now?"
"I was going to tell you after class and that is our orders to fight."
"Fight what? There's only guard work available."
"They're pulling any of the guards with war time training and or experience off duty and setting them at more _strategic_ locations."
"And we're just expected to drop everything and go?"
"Yes, it's our real job, you know, not just some ridiculous teaching position." Chris was silent. "Why, why would you want to stay? It's him, isn't it?" Mat answered himself.
"No."
"It is. I know you better then you know yourself, Chrissy. Don't try lying to me."
"He's just fun, that's all."
"If he's just fun then why are you blushing?"
"I am not."
"You are," he cupped her scared cheek and turned her face up to his own. "Chrissy, we've been through so much together," he said, indicating his own scar. "Only us, none of those other idiot boys we call our brothers, and I can tell when you fancy someone," she smiled her lop-sided smile. "I can also tell when you're longing for something more. You can choose whether or not you want to come with us when the time comes, just don't let some prat make you stay. This'll sound really cliché but, if it's meant to be then you'll see him when all this is done with." He knocked her chin and pulled her into his arms.
"I . . . can't . . . breathe . . ." She choaked out.
"Yeah, shudd-up," he ruffled her hair and was making to leave but turned back to her and added: "I'm not teaching anymore classes, by the way."
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Brothers:
He'll beat you up,
He'll steal your candy,
But in the end
He's always handy!
~~~Unknown
Chapter Twenty-six
"Now, don't be frightened," Chris warned, holding her wand out behind her and well above her head. "She's quite big, but next to harmless at the moment."
"NEXT to harmless, Professor?" One of the Hufflepuffs asked shakily.
"She is a guard worm, Miss Brackett, and therefore deadly in her own rite, but at the moment she's quite content and therefore quite safe." Chris waved her wand at the 'empty' space behind her. Moments later the space behind her was taken over by the biggest dragon any of them had ever seen.
The dragon peered curiously down at the class of seventh years.
"Is that allowed on school property?" The Hufflepuff asked again.
"She's here, isn't she?" Mat snarled in his usual quite tones.
"Yes, she's allowed," Chris over rode her brother.
"We aren't going to have to ride it, are we?"
"No, and we aren't even going to be learning much about her. She is a guard dragon and as such her secrets are highly guarded by her caretakers. She is just here today to show you how big a dragon can actually be."
"Please, Professor," the Ravenclaw Head Girl asked, raising her hand as she spoke. "What's the point of this lesson?"
"Well---" Chris began.
"There is no point," Mat cut in. "We don't know what to teach. We're not 'Professors'---we're not even adults!"
"Then why isn't Professor Grubbly Plank substituting if Hagrid can't? She did last year."
"Because she died, from old age, at the end of this summer and we were going to be here anyway, so we got landed with it; Chris and I, because we're the youngest."
"Don't you have a twin?" Fred asked, a sly grin creeping its way across his mouth
"Don't start on me, Weasley. I'm not in the mood," Mat snapped, wiping the grin from Fred's face. The class was in shock. Not only was their teacher admitting defeat but they had never, ever, heard Mat speak so much at one time.
"Er . . ." Chris stammered, eyes darting from her brother to the Seventh-years. "Class dismissed, get back to the castle." The class didn't move. "Go!"
The majority of the class scurried away from the pseudo-Professors and up to the castle, Fred and George, of course, did not. They hung back as Chris grabbed Mat's hand and pulled him to the back of Hagrid's hut. If that wasn't an invitation to listen in the Weasley twins didn't know what was. They moved within earshot of the two siblings.
"Mat, what in bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Chris demanded of her mulish brother.
"We're not professors, Chrissy! This is a joke, this whole thing." Mat cried more frustrated now then they had ever heard him.
"I know, Mat, but we have to do it, there's no-one else for it."
"Can you honestly tell me that you're enjoying teaching? We're trained warriors, for Merlin's sake! We're not meant to educate. We didn't even GO to school, how are we expected to teach them anything."
"We're only expected to give them a class and give them an exam---"
"We're not even going to be here at exam time!"
"What?"
"I said, we're not even going to be here at exam time. Look at this," he thrust a letter into her hand.
"'Dear children," she read aloud from the parchment. "'You are needed. I will be by again to collect you and the worms not on guard. Be ready. Your Father.'" She finished. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" She thundered, throwing the letter back at her brother. "And why wasn't I told before now?"
"I was going to tell you after class and that is our orders to fight."
"Fight what? There's only guard work available."
"They're pulling any of the guards with war time training and or experience off duty and setting them at more _strategic_ locations."
"And we're just expected to drop everything and go?"
"Yes, it's our real job, you know, not just some ridiculous teaching position." Chris was silent. "Why, why would you want to stay? It's him, isn't it?" Mat answered himself.
"No."
"It is. I know you better then you know yourself, Chrissy. Don't try lying to me."
"He's just fun, that's all."
"If he's just fun then why are you blushing?"
"I am not."
"You are," he cupped her scared cheek and turned her face up to his own. "Chrissy, we've been through so much together," he said, indicating his own scar. "Only us, none of those other idiot boys we call our brothers, and I can tell when you fancy someone," she smiled her lop-sided smile. "I can also tell when you're longing for something more. You can choose whether or not you want to come with us when the time comes, just don't let some prat make you stay. This'll sound really cliché but, if it's meant to be then you'll see him when all this is done with." He knocked her chin and pulled her into his arms.
"I . . . can't . . . breathe . . ." She choaked out.
"Yeah, shudd-up," he ruffled her hair and was making to leave but turned back to her and added: "I'm not teaching anymore classes, by the way."
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((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
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