A/N: I don't get many readers for this story _ :P Fine. I see how it is. But because I'm persistent I shall keep updating!! So what if it's not about the actual characters! It's cool!
She said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you're living between the lines
And all the stars they sparkle and shine everyday
He said life's so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I'm towin' the line
And no one even cares to ask me why I feel this way
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, the same road I am on
He said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you keep it all between the lines
Of everything I want and I want to find, one of these days
But What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
- "Road I'm On" by 3 Doors Down
Chapter 2 - Road I'm On
The morning that followed wasn't nearly as chaotic, students calmly filing in to sit down for breakfast. Dumbledore raised his hand for silence and addressed the entire school, "Students! Students. You will now be receiving your schedules for the semester. Your schedule is not bound to change unless a high-pressure circumstance occurs. Please do your best not to lose them."
Without further ado, the shower of papers somehow managed to fall into the right lap of the right student, everyone in a hurry to compare with friends in other houses. Dracona leaned as far across the aisle as she could towards the Hufflepuff table to chatter with a stout girl crowned in short straw-colored locks and a set of kind blue-green eyes, "Tilly! We have Defense together this year. Oh! And potions!"
The girl laughed a plump laugh, "Super! Augh. I have Herbology with the Slytherins. Ha! You've got them for Divination, even worse!' This exchange lasted until the end of breakfast, tables ushered out according to year and class. Seventh year students clambered out last, rowdier than the first and second years and slightly more eager to get to class.
Dracona slumped as she headed from potions to Defense Against the Dark Arts. That class had been an utter disaster. They had tried three new potions and two ended up turning three people purple and one person completely white. Yes it was amusing, until Professor Wingsley gave the entire Hufflepuff house detention, "He's such an asshole, I swear." She muttered to Janine.
Outside of the Defense door, a hand descended on Dracona's shoulder, causing the hypersensitive girl to jump. She turned to face a rather grave looking Minerva McGonagall, the elder woman sighing grimly, "Dracona dear, I need to speak with you in my office please."
She looked rather flustered as she looked from her desk to her friends and back to the Professor in a matter of moments before nodding apprehensively, a glimpse of concern fluttering across her features, "Ah...sure..."
Avery turned from the board, his cloak tossed carefully over the back of his chair. His hair was down and kept wisping over the thin lenses of his reading glasses, astern frown set on his lips. McGonagall waved from the hallway as she ushered a girl down the hall, Macallister nodding briefly as the last of the Hufflepuffs filed in chittering away at one another. He removed the thin wire frames slowly and grinned broadly, "Morning. Now. I don't know about the rest of you, but I hate flesh-eating slugs, hm?" At an intrigued yet confuddled nod, he continued, "So I've let Seven of them loose in this classroom and you have to find and kill them using the Luminati Sorfium spell. Go." Avery simply slumped into his chair and propped his feet up on the fine oak desk, leaning back to smirk as the students began to jump over each other either to get away or be first to the kill. A soft chuckle rumbled in his throat, ceasing abruptly as the classroom door opened slowly.
Through no more than a crack slipped a pale, graceful figure who purposefully hid her electric blue eyes behind raven cascades, away from the classroom. She lifted a black robesleeve to what appeared to be wipe her eyes, turning to face the student body after a few moments of needless procrastination. Her eyes were glassy and bloodshot, legs shaking obviously despite the flowing robes as she strode towards the casual desk and handed Aver Macallister a slip of parchment, "My apologies for being late. I was called to Professor McGonagall's for some urgent...news..." The young woman bit down hard on her lower lip and cast her eyes down.
Avery considered her for a moment before folding the excuse note and placing it in a drawer. He reached out hesitantly and took her wrist lightly as she tried to leave, "Ms. Romans, please see me after they call fourth class. I'd like to help you catch up." He smiled softly to ease the nervousness she radiated.
Dracona nodded reluctantly, 'Yes...I have Study so I guess it's all right.' She relaxed slowly and waited a moment before sliding her hand from his. She moved quickly to her seat after that, leaving Avery to stare after her solemnly.
He stood up quickly, roaming forcefully over the room to supervise his pupils. Avery growled and mentally scolded himself. When she had brushed his hand, his heart ran the hundred meter dash, leaving him slightly breathless. 'Is she looking?' He skipped a beat and scratched his arm furiously for thinking that way about a seventeen year old girl. Much less a distraught seventeen year old girl.
When the last of the slugs had been ignited, the sharp class cry echoed over the courtyard in through the open windows. Avery smiled and bid goodbye to every person who dared to pass close enough to his desk to hear him, sighing as the door closed finally. He turned his eyes up to find Dracona staring absently out the window at nothing, her face perfectly accented in the dim light of midday. He cleared his throat lightly and nodded, "Well, I'm going to make this easier on us and just give you the spell and call it a day. I trist you'll be able to cast it when the time calls fo-"
"Do you believe in amnesty for sin? Or do we all just up and go to hell?" Dracona lifted her head to face him sadly.
"I...I believe in suffering for your sin and being rewarded for that suffrage." He moved to stand a ways away, simply gazing at her with a strange sense of fondness he couldn't quite place.
Dracona was yelling, screaming at herself internally, her eyes burning as she came so close to refusing the tears that inevitably fell, cascading over her cheeks in a creek of glistening clear over her creamy skin. She fell forwards and sobbed into her hands, never looking at the turmoil that flashed across his face.
Avery started forwards slowly and wrapped his arms around her with a smile as she looked up at him in stunned silence. She had never received a hug of consolation before. They were very warm. She grabbed the hem of his freshly donned robes and his in his chest, shuddering every so often. He hesitated again and gave her another gentle squeeze, Dracona moving away slowly. She gathered up her books and paused at the door, considering him for a long while before shooting him a grateful smile, "Thank you, Professor Macallister."
She left before he could give her a decent response, whispering softly to no one dwelling in the impending silence, "You're welcome, Ms. Romans."
A/N: And the chapters get longer! Huzzah for me! Yeah. Avery is only 20 so I'm not a pedophile! So he's coming to terms with his feelings for a student, but the question is...does she feel the same? Answered in Chapter 3!
She said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you're living between the lines
And all the stars they sparkle and shine everyday
He said life's so hard to move in sometimes
When it feels like I'm towin' the line
And no one even cares to ask me why I feel this way
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, the same road I am on
He said life's a lot to think about sometimes
When you keep it all between the lines
Of everything I want and I want to find, one of these days
But What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
What you thought was real in life somehow steered you wrong
Now you just keep drivin' tryin' to find out where you belong
I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That's the same road, that same road that I am on
- "Road I'm On" by 3 Doors Down
Chapter 2 - Road I'm On
The morning that followed wasn't nearly as chaotic, students calmly filing in to sit down for breakfast. Dumbledore raised his hand for silence and addressed the entire school, "Students! Students. You will now be receiving your schedules for the semester. Your schedule is not bound to change unless a high-pressure circumstance occurs. Please do your best not to lose them."
Without further ado, the shower of papers somehow managed to fall into the right lap of the right student, everyone in a hurry to compare with friends in other houses. Dracona leaned as far across the aisle as she could towards the Hufflepuff table to chatter with a stout girl crowned in short straw-colored locks and a set of kind blue-green eyes, "Tilly! We have Defense together this year. Oh! And potions!"
The girl laughed a plump laugh, "Super! Augh. I have Herbology with the Slytherins. Ha! You've got them for Divination, even worse!' This exchange lasted until the end of breakfast, tables ushered out according to year and class. Seventh year students clambered out last, rowdier than the first and second years and slightly more eager to get to class.
Dracona slumped as she headed from potions to Defense Against the Dark Arts. That class had been an utter disaster. They had tried three new potions and two ended up turning three people purple and one person completely white. Yes it was amusing, until Professor Wingsley gave the entire Hufflepuff house detention, "He's such an asshole, I swear." She muttered to Janine.
Outside of the Defense door, a hand descended on Dracona's shoulder, causing the hypersensitive girl to jump. She turned to face a rather grave looking Minerva McGonagall, the elder woman sighing grimly, "Dracona dear, I need to speak with you in my office please."
She looked rather flustered as she looked from her desk to her friends and back to the Professor in a matter of moments before nodding apprehensively, a glimpse of concern fluttering across her features, "Ah...sure..."
Avery turned from the board, his cloak tossed carefully over the back of his chair. His hair was down and kept wisping over the thin lenses of his reading glasses, astern frown set on his lips. McGonagall waved from the hallway as she ushered a girl down the hall, Macallister nodding briefly as the last of the Hufflepuffs filed in chittering away at one another. He removed the thin wire frames slowly and grinned broadly, "Morning. Now. I don't know about the rest of you, but I hate flesh-eating slugs, hm?" At an intrigued yet confuddled nod, he continued, "So I've let Seven of them loose in this classroom and you have to find and kill them using the Luminati Sorfium spell. Go." Avery simply slumped into his chair and propped his feet up on the fine oak desk, leaning back to smirk as the students began to jump over each other either to get away or be first to the kill. A soft chuckle rumbled in his throat, ceasing abruptly as the classroom door opened slowly.
Through no more than a crack slipped a pale, graceful figure who purposefully hid her electric blue eyes behind raven cascades, away from the classroom. She lifted a black robesleeve to what appeared to be wipe her eyes, turning to face the student body after a few moments of needless procrastination. Her eyes were glassy and bloodshot, legs shaking obviously despite the flowing robes as she strode towards the casual desk and handed Aver Macallister a slip of parchment, "My apologies for being late. I was called to Professor McGonagall's for some urgent...news..." The young woman bit down hard on her lower lip and cast her eyes down.
Avery considered her for a moment before folding the excuse note and placing it in a drawer. He reached out hesitantly and took her wrist lightly as she tried to leave, "Ms. Romans, please see me after they call fourth class. I'd like to help you catch up." He smiled softly to ease the nervousness she radiated.
Dracona nodded reluctantly, 'Yes...I have Study so I guess it's all right.' She relaxed slowly and waited a moment before sliding her hand from his. She moved quickly to her seat after that, leaving Avery to stare after her solemnly.
He stood up quickly, roaming forcefully over the room to supervise his pupils. Avery growled and mentally scolded himself. When she had brushed his hand, his heart ran the hundred meter dash, leaving him slightly breathless. 'Is she looking?' He skipped a beat and scratched his arm furiously for thinking that way about a seventeen year old girl. Much less a distraught seventeen year old girl.
When the last of the slugs had been ignited, the sharp class cry echoed over the courtyard in through the open windows. Avery smiled and bid goodbye to every person who dared to pass close enough to his desk to hear him, sighing as the door closed finally. He turned his eyes up to find Dracona staring absently out the window at nothing, her face perfectly accented in the dim light of midday. He cleared his throat lightly and nodded, "Well, I'm going to make this easier on us and just give you the spell and call it a day. I trist you'll be able to cast it when the time calls fo-"
"Do you believe in amnesty for sin? Or do we all just up and go to hell?" Dracona lifted her head to face him sadly.
"I...I believe in suffering for your sin and being rewarded for that suffrage." He moved to stand a ways away, simply gazing at her with a strange sense of fondness he couldn't quite place.
Dracona was yelling, screaming at herself internally, her eyes burning as she came so close to refusing the tears that inevitably fell, cascading over her cheeks in a creek of glistening clear over her creamy skin. She fell forwards and sobbed into her hands, never looking at the turmoil that flashed across his face.
Avery started forwards slowly and wrapped his arms around her with a smile as she looked up at him in stunned silence. She had never received a hug of consolation before. They were very warm. She grabbed the hem of his freshly donned robes and his in his chest, shuddering every so often. He hesitated again and gave her another gentle squeeze, Dracona moving away slowly. She gathered up her books and paused at the door, considering him for a long while before shooting him a grateful smile, "Thank you, Professor Macallister."
She left before he could give her a decent response, whispering softly to no one dwelling in the impending silence, "You're welcome, Ms. Romans."
A/N: And the chapters get longer! Huzzah for me! Yeah. Avery is only 20 so I'm not a pedophile! So he's coming to terms with his feelings for a student, but the question is...does she feel the same? Answered in Chapter 3!