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Walker yawned as Professor Flitwick talked about the differences of jinxes curses and hexes. As if he didn't already know the difference. Sometimes he wondered why they even had to take this class. When were they going to learn spells that would be useful to them as Aurors? John sat next to him, his chin on his arm staring intently up at the teacher. He almost looked like he was paying attention, except for his even deep breaths, and the occasion twitch of his leg that indicated he was sleeping. Sometimes he envied John. Walker glanced around the room to see how everyone else was holding up. Ron was staring out the window with a glazed look over his eyes, and what looked like a bit of drool pooling at the corner of his mouth, Harry was taking notes, Malfoy looked like he was on some sort of controlled substance, Crabbe and Goyle were deep in thought, most likely trying to figure out the meaning of good afternoon class, and Pansy and Millicent were both staring dreamily at Draco. Bloody marvelous. Now that he thought about it, Draco probably was. His fingers were red raw, but he had regained his fingernails, and odds are they had to give him something to calm him down. Most interesting. Before he could contemplate this, the door to the class room, and a low voice spoke from the back.
-Professor, please excuse me, but I need to speak to Mr. Walker.
-Certainly Professor Snape.
Shite. Looks like Malfoy was able to tell who hexed him after he had calmed down a bit. Well, at least he would get out of class. As he gathered his things into his bag, Snap turned his attention elsewhere.
-Mr. Lycanan! Wake up this instant!
John jumped slightly and sat up straight.
-Cricket spleens are needed for Mr. Potters potion!
Flitwick jumped, and Snape frowned darkly.
-While that is true for Mr. Potter, you are not in potions now. Perhaps you should pay closer attention to your schedule.
-Sorry Professor.
Walker suppressed a laugh and followed Snape out of the classroom.
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-It is my understanding that you used a psi hex on Mr. Malfoy. Is this true?
-Yes it is sir.
-May I ask why you would turn against a fellow Slytherin like that? Especially a prefect.
-He was harassing one of the First years.
-Well, there is nothing wrong with a little hazing. It helps them to toughen up.
-It wasn't just that. It was because he had a tail. It didn't seem right sir. I was simply standing up for him sir.
Walker stood in front of Professors Snapes desk as he looked at him from his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes staring out at him. There were no chairs for Walker to get comfortable, and he had to remain looking foreword.
-Ah, yes, Mr. Zidane. So you used a psionic hex on a prefect, because he was picking on a boy that you hardly know?
-Well, perhaps I did overdo it a little bit sir. But it was also partially because he had cursed me and Lycanan while we slept.
-Indeed? Well, out of curiosity, why did you choose a werewolf manifestation?
-I knew that Malfoy is frightened of them.
-When did you learn to do psionic hexes?
Walker glanced down towards Snapes eyes and fought to control a grin. The glare had softened a bit, but Snape was proud of him using some form of strategy in his attack instead of bludgeoning foreword, throwing curses without putting any thought behind it. He was also probably intrigued that he had learned psionic hexes. It was no mystery that Professor Snape had a great interest in Psionics, being one of the foremost experts on Oclumency.
-I studied them over the summer. I thought they would give me an advantage over my classmates.
-Well, you will serve one week worth of detention for your misbehaving. You will serve your detention with Master Fernao since I will be to busy to oversee you myself. You may leave now.
Walker lifted his bag onto his back and walked out the door, smiling smugly to himself. He would bet most of his savings that Malfoy would think he would be expelled. He stopped shortly as the bell rang, giving him plenty of time to get down to the next class, before he walked on, whistling happily to himself.
~_~
Walker walked down the lone hall towards the classroom, finishing his song; he posed slightly, lifting up the victory sign.
-Cheers Winston!
He took a step foreword and nearly dropped to one knee. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end, and he felt his heart go into a slight palpitations. He gasped for breath as he clutched his chest, his eyes bugging from his head. The force of power he felt was incredible. Walker had a unique gift that very few warlocks had. He could sense the aura of power around others. He could feel how strong someone was, and what area of magic they would excel at. If he concentrated hard enough, he could see their aura. This gift caused him to consider a career in wand making, since they so often used in to pick wands for others. He concentrated and looked out. He saw dark blue energy coming in waves from the class room. This was coming from a person! Usually Auras hugged the person they were from tightly. There were only two other times he felt something like this. One was when he was at Stonehenge. The other was an hour after the end of the tri-wizard cup in his fourth year. He caught his breath as his body got used to it, and walked into class. All of his classmates were seated, looking toward the front of the class. Some of them looked slightly agitated, but for the most part they looked nervous. Several of them turned to see who had entered. Walker smiled to himself at the look of shock and disbelief on the faces of Malfoy and Pansy. He lifted his hand up, and stuck his index and middle fingers up at both of them, and blew a kiss in the air. Malfoy sneered and Pansy squawked in indignation. Walker took his seat next to John, who was frowning slightly. The first thing he noticed about the classroom was the lack of décor. It was simply the stone walls. The only difference was a large slab of stone standing towards the back. John turned and looked at him. John could probably feel it the same as Walker could, but for a different reason having to do with his condition.
-I think its coming from our teacher.
-It is, and its enormous. I would hate to get on his bad side.
-Well, anyways, whats the verdict?
-Weeks worth of detention with Master Fernao.
-Thats not so bad. Malfoy was bragging about how you were going to have to move back into your box now.
-Well hes a stupid git now, isnt he.
-True.
The door to the teachers office opened, forcing them to end their discussion. It was time for class to start.
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Sorry this chapter isnt very long. I was loosing my will to write, which has been happening a lot now. I will continue in the next chapter ASAP. Review please.
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Walker yawned as Professor Flitwick talked about the differences of jinxes curses and hexes. As if he didn't already know the difference. Sometimes he wondered why they even had to take this class. When were they going to learn spells that would be useful to them as Aurors? John sat next to him, his chin on his arm staring intently up at the teacher. He almost looked like he was paying attention, except for his even deep breaths, and the occasion twitch of his leg that indicated he was sleeping. Sometimes he envied John. Walker glanced around the room to see how everyone else was holding up. Ron was staring out the window with a glazed look over his eyes, and what looked like a bit of drool pooling at the corner of his mouth, Harry was taking notes, Malfoy looked like he was on some sort of controlled substance, Crabbe and Goyle were deep in thought, most likely trying to figure out the meaning of good afternoon class, and Pansy and Millicent were both staring dreamily at Draco. Bloody marvelous. Now that he thought about it, Draco probably was. His fingers were red raw, but he had regained his fingernails, and odds are they had to give him something to calm him down. Most interesting. Before he could contemplate this, the door to the class room, and a low voice spoke from the back.
-Professor, please excuse me, but I need to speak to Mr. Walker.
-Certainly Professor Snape.
Shite. Looks like Malfoy was able to tell who hexed him after he had calmed down a bit. Well, at least he would get out of class. As he gathered his things into his bag, Snap turned his attention elsewhere.
-Mr. Lycanan! Wake up this instant!
John jumped slightly and sat up straight.
-Cricket spleens are needed for Mr. Potters potion!
Flitwick jumped, and Snape frowned darkly.
-While that is true for Mr. Potter, you are not in potions now. Perhaps you should pay closer attention to your schedule.
-Sorry Professor.
Walker suppressed a laugh and followed Snape out of the classroom.
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-It is my understanding that you used a psi hex on Mr. Malfoy. Is this true?
-Yes it is sir.
-May I ask why you would turn against a fellow Slytherin like that? Especially a prefect.
-He was harassing one of the First years.
-Well, there is nothing wrong with a little hazing. It helps them to toughen up.
-It wasn't just that. It was because he had a tail. It didn't seem right sir. I was simply standing up for him sir.
Walker stood in front of Professors Snapes desk as he looked at him from his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes staring out at him. There were no chairs for Walker to get comfortable, and he had to remain looking foreword.
-Ah, yes, Mr. Zidane. So you used a psionic hex on a prefect, because he was picking on a boy that you hardly know?
-Well, perhaps I did overdo it a little bit sir. But it was also partially because he had cursed me and Lycanan while we slept.
-Indeed? Well, out of curiosity, why did you choose a werewolf manifestation?
-I knew that Malfoy is frightened of them.
-When did you learn to do psionic hexes?
Walker glanced down towards Snapes eyes and fought to control a grin. The glare had softened a bit, but Snape was proud of him using some form of strategy in his attack instead of bludgeoning foreword, throwing curses without putting any thought behind it. He was also probably intrigued that he had learned psionic hexes. It was no mystery that Professor Snape had a great interest in Psionics, being one of the foremost experts on Oclumency.
-I studied them over the summer. I thought they would give me an advantage over my classmates.
-Well, you will serve one week worth of detention for your misbehaving. You will serve your detention with Master Fernao since I will be to busy to oversee you myself. You may leave now.
Walker lifted his bag onto his back and walked out the door, smiling smugly to himself. He would bet most of his savings that Malfoy would think he would be expelled. He stopped shortly as the bell rang, giving him plenty of time to get down to the next class, before he walked on, whistling happily to himself.
~_~
Walker walked down the lone hall towards the classroom, finishing his song; he posed slightly, lifting up the victory sign.
-Cheers Winston!
He took a step foreword and nearly dropped to one knee. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end, and he felt his heart go into a slight palpitations. He gasped for breath as he clutched his chest, his eyes bugging from his head. The force of power he felt was incredible. Walker had a unique gift that very few warlocks had. He could sense the aura of power around others. He could feel how strong someone was, and what area of magic they would excel at. If he concentrated hard enough, he could see their aura. This gift caused him to consider a career in wand making, since they so often used in to pick wands for others. He concentrated and looked out. He saw dark blue energy coming in waves from the class room. This was coming from a person! Usually Auras hugged the person they were from tightly. There were only two other times he felt something like this. One was when he was at Stonehenge. The other was an hour after the end of the tri-wizard cup in his fourth year. He caught his breath as his body got used to it, and walked into class. All of his classmates were seated, looking toward the front of the class. Some of them looked slightly agitated, but for the most part they looked nervous. Several of them turned to see who had entered. Walker smiled to himself at the look of shock and disbelief on the faces of Malfoy and Pansy. He lifted his hand up, and stuck his index and middle fingers up at both of them, and blew a kiss in the air. Malfoy sneered and Pansy squawked in indignation. Walker took his seat next to John, who was frowning slightly. The first thing he noticed about the classroom was the lack of décor. It was simply the stone walls. The only difference was a large slab of stone standing towards the back. John turned and looked at him. John could probably feel it the same as Walker could, but for a different reason having to do with his condition.
-I think its coming from our teacher.
-It is, and its enormous. I would hate to get on his bad side.
-Well, anyways, whats the verdict?
-Weeks worth of detention with Master Fernao.
-Thats not so bad. Malfoy was bragging about how you were going to have to move back into your box now.
-Well hes a stupid git now, isnt he.
-True.
The door to the teachers office opened, forcing them to end their discussion. It was time for class to start.
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Sorry this chapter isnt very long. I was loosing my will to write, which has been happening a lot now. I will continue in the next chapter ASAP. Review please.