Lo! Another chappie!
I'm still going to refer Harry as Harry and not Alexander as he is only going to be called that at the public school and once he actually trains with Klementine, he is going back to being called Harry.
~**~**~
Harry panted heavily as he ran his thirteenth lap around the entire building. He was one of the few left still in action mode. It was in situations like this that he thanked the stars that Dudley liked to play Harry-hunting. If it weren't for the practice, he would have quit after the third lap.
He looked around as he ran the fourteenth lap. There were only two people besides him that's left. The rest of his classmates were fanning themselves on the benches, sweating. He watched as one of them quit after the sixteenth. The last one saw him and mouthed silently, "I'm going to win this."
Harry's competitiveness, honed by years of Quidditch playing against Draco Malfoy kicked in and he pushed himself harder. Only when he saw the boy stopped that he let himself rest. He walked over to the benches and took a drink.
Raydon came out of the shadows and stood in front of the class, "I for one am very disappointed in you brats," he spat out angrily, "Most people could do thirty and the longest one is only eighteenth and you call yourself fit?! If you continue this abysmal behavior, say bye-bye to the rest of your classes. Balance is one of the easiest classes and if you don't pass this, you can forget about the rest and you can start your packing back home! Dismissed!" he shouted out the last part.
Because of the many injuries and exhaustion after each class, the schedule is set to have a two-hour break between them and even that is sometimes not enough. So, Harry took his time instead of hurrying to the next class in Hogwarts. When he reached the door, he was surprised to hear Raydon say, "Klementine, stay behind."
He turned around and approached his balance instructor, "Yes, sir?"
"Klementine, I can tell that you tried your best in the laps unlike some of the kids. You also have a healthy sense of competitiveness. I was wandering whether you would like some extra lessons to improve yourself for the first round." Raydon said.
"Of course, sir," Harry said, pleased that he was good at something other than Quidditch, "But what is the 'first round'."
"Ah," Raydon said, "The first round is the test that reveals how good you are at first. It is held two weeks after school starts. Normally students are kept in the dark about this as some tend to cheat and train for the tests but I can see that you're not the sort. If you show aptitude in some classes, you could skip the mass lessons and have individual lessons for each class with the teacher. Now, this is only for balance and what the other teachers say is not my concern but I would like to teach you. Remember, keep this a secret."
Harry nodded, happy that the teacher liked him and exited the building.
~**~**~
(Break ended)
Harry hurried past the massive houses and reached the open space that is the archery court. This time, he was not the first one here. The teacher approached him and said in a disgruntled voice, "Name?"
"Alexander Klementine, sir." He said respectfully.
At this the teacher looked up in a sneer and said in a nasty voice, "Another one, eh? Let me tell you, this class isn't for fools and if I see any messing around in my class, you're outta here. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes sir." Harry was extremely puzzled. Raydon had been nice now this teacher was mean? Doesn't this place have anything that seemed normal?
He sighed and sat down on the benches. (A/N Every class has a set of benches as rest area!) The class began with a standard introduction to archery and a demonstration from Instructor Theron. Then, the students are asked to practice on they're own. Harry moved towards the archery courts and picked one at the far end. He took bow, notched the arrow and shot. The arrow whizzed and missed the target by miles.
Harry was disappointed and began shooting again. Each of them missed the target. He sneaked a look at the other courts. Even the worst archer has at least one arrow on the target. Suddenly, Theron swooped down on him and said, "Not a single arrow huh, Klementine? This is what you get for not paying attention to my class!" With that said, he was gone.
At the end of archery class, Harry was in a very bad mood.
He picked up his bag and trudged to the cafeteria. Sitting down on an empty table, he waited for lunch to appear. At exactly twelve, dishes of food piled onto the tables and Harry dug in, tired from the morning's ordeal.
After the meal, he checked his schedule again and found that he had riding for the rest of the afternoon before he goes back.
The pasture was huge, with dozens of horses grazing peacefully and even more in the stables. He looked around and saw a group of people standing on one side, watching him and the rest of the beginners carefully. When they all settled down, the group walked and stood in front of them.
The leading women spoke in a loud voice, "Riding is different from every class. As each one of you have different tastes and learning rates, each one of you are going to have an individual teacher as it's going to be to hard to teach you in one class. After you get paired with an instructor, please go and choose your horse. Be selective though, as the horse you chose are going to stay the same for your entire lifetime here at the academy so I would choose a long lasting one."
With that spoken, she started pairing the teachers with the students. Harry got a man in his early thirties. His name was Seth and he had been teaching for about ten years. He seemed like a nice guy and Harry liked him in an instant. They went around the stables and pastures, looking for a horse that might interest him.
Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves could be heard. They looked up and Harry saw a terrifying image.
A huge black horse was running full speed towards him, not slowing down!
I'm still going to refer Harry as Harry and not Alexander as he is only going to be called that at the public school and once he actually trains with Klementine, he is going back to being called Harry.
~**~**~
Harry panted heavily as he ran his thirteenth lap around the entire building. He was one of the few left still in action mode. It was in situations like this that he thanked the stars that Dudley liked to play Harry-hunting. If it weren't for the practice, he would have quit after the third lap.
He looked around as he ran the fourteenth lap. There were only two people besides him that's left. The rest of his classmates were fanning themselves on the benches, sweating. He watched as one of them quit after the sixteenth. The last one saw him and mouthed silently, "I'm going to win this."
Harry's competitiveness, honed by years of Quidditch playing against Draco Malfoy kicked in and he pushed himself harder. Only when he saw the boy stopped that he let himself rest. He walked over to the benches and took a drink.
Raydon came out of the shadows and stood in front of the class, "I for one am very disappointed in you brats," he spat out angrily, "Most people could do thirty and the longest one is only eighteenth and you call yourself fit?! If you continue this abysmal behavior, say bye-bye to the rest of your classes. Balance is one of the easiest classes and if you don't pass this, you can forget about the rest and you can start your packing back home! Dismissed!" he shouted out the last part.
Because of the many injuries and exhaustion after each class, the schedule is set to have a two-hour break between them and even that is sometimes not enough. So, Harry took his time instead of hurrying to the next class in Hogwarts. When he reached the door, he was surprised to hear Raydon say, "Klementine, stay behind."
He turned around and approached his balance instructor, "Yes, sir?"
"Klementine, I can tell that you tried your best in the laps unlike some of the kids. You also have a healthy sense of competitiveness. I was wandering whether you would like some extra lessons to improve yourself for the first round." Raydon said.
"Of course, sir," Harry said, pleased that he was good at something other than Quidditch, "But what is the 'first round'."
"Ah," Raydon said, "The first round is the test that reveals how good you are at first. It is held two weeks after school starts. Normally students are kept in the dark about this as some tend to cheat and train for the tests but I can see that you're not the sort. If you show aptitude in some classes, you could skip the mass lessons and have individual lessons for each class with the teacher. Now, this is only for balance and what the other teachers say is not my concern but I would like to teach you. Remember, keep this a secret."
Harry nodded, happy that the teacher liked him and exited the building.
~**~**~
(Break ended)
Harry hurried past the massive houses and reached the open space that is the archery court. This time, he was not the first one here. The teacher approached him and said in a disgruntled voice, "Name?"
"Alexander Klementine, sir." He said respectfully.
At this the teacher looked up in a sneer and said in a nasty voice, "Another one, eh? Let me tell you, this class isn't for fools and if I see any messing around in my class, you're outta here. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes sir." Harry was extremely puzzled. Raydon had been nice now this teacher was mean? Doesn't this place have anything that seemed normal?
He sighed and sat down on the benches. (A/N Every class has a set of benches as rest area!) The class began with a standard introduction to archery and a demonstration from Instructor Theron. Then, the students are asked to practice on they're own. Harry moved towards the archery courts and picked one at the far end. He took bow, notched the arrow and shot. The arrow whizzed and missed the target by miles.
Harry was disappointed and began shooting again. Each of them missed the target. He sneaked a look at the other courts. Even the worst archer has at least one arrow on the target. Suddenly, Theron swooped down on him and said, "Not a single arrow huh, Klementine? This is what you get for not paying attention to my class!" With that said, he was gone.
At the end of archery class, Harry was in a very bad mood.
He picked up his bag and trudged to the cafeteria. Sitting down on an empty table, he waited for lunch to appear. At exactly twelve, dishes of food piled onto the tables and Harry dug in, tired from the morning's ordeal.
After the meal, he checked his schedule again and found that he had riding for the rest of the afternoon before he goes back.
The pasture was huge, with dozens of horses grazing peacefully and even more in the stables. He looked around and saw a group of people standing on one side, watching him and the rest of the beginners carefully. When they all settled down, the group walked and stood in front of them.
The leading women spoke in a loud voice, "Riding is different from every class. As each one of you have different tastes and learning rates, each one of you are going to have an individual teacher as it's going to be to hard to teach you in one class. After you get paired with an instructor, please go and choose your horse. Be selective though, as the horse you chose are going to stay the same for your entire lifetime here at the academy so I would choose a long lasting one."
With that spoken, she started pairing the teachers with the students. Harry got a man in his early thirties. His name was Seth and he had been teaching for about ten years. He seemed like a nice guy and Harry liked him in an instant. They went around the stables and pastures, looking for a horse that might interest him.
Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves could be heard. They looked up and Harry saw a terrifying image.
A huge black horse was running full speed towards him, not slowing down!