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'Tis a really nice day! * whistles *
Fanfiction coming right up!
OT- Operation: Theron ~**~**~
Harry was in a very good mood as he helped himself to some toast and eggs. The OT was nearly ready but it requires the help of all the teachers and he doesn't know his other instructors yet. Other than that, it is ready to be put in action.
He finished his breakfast, grabbed his schedule and dashed of to school. Klementine watched him as he vanished, dumbfounded. That kid's got something up his sleeve. No one would be so happy when they go to school at five in the morning and I bet my dragon that it has something to do with Theron. He suddenly chuckled and said bemusedly, "Well if it embarrasses Theron, then I'm all for it!
Harry landed lightly on the ground and looked at the schedule.
Assembly.
Harry stared and shrugged in confusion. Okay. so what do they need an assembly for? He walked to the hall beside the balance classroom and is ten times balance and his jaw dropped, literally. There were thousands of seats circling a round platform in the middle. The stage was about as huge as a football field except that it's round and not rectangular. Weapons of all sorts were lined up at a huge rack beside the platform.
There was obviously going to be a demonstration but by whom? It can't be him. He doesn't even have a martial arts lesson yet!
He took a seat near the middle, not wanting to be too far away that he can't see yet not too close that he'll be hit with stray weapons. He knew there's suppose to be a spell so no weapon will be astray but he'd rather not take any chances. Apparently the rest of the beginners agree with him as they also took some seats near the middle.
Once all of them are there, a woman stepped up onto the platform.
"That's Madam Vivian, the martial arts instructor. I had her yesterday. She may not look like it but man she's tough. I should know since she doesn't believe in the 'don't hurt your students' rule." He heard a boy whispered some rows above him.
At this, Harry shuffled nervously. He was going to have martial arts in his second class of the morning and from the way the boy sounded; he was probably going to have some nasty bruises. He shook his head slightly to clear away his thoughts and concentrated on the women standing on the stage.
Madam Vivian was twenty-three years old and the youngest teacher ever. Harry had known because he took his time in reading some of the books about the school in Klementine's library. Part was because he doesn't want to be a complete idiot in things and partly because he was genuinely interested. Vivian Sameur, the protégée student of Louis Sameur is the first one to break the record of graduating. Starting at the age sixteen (same as Harry), she spent five years training in extreme conditions. After graduating with the shortest time ever, she immediately decided to become a teacher, taking only two months to pass the test, hence becoming a legitimate teacher at age twenty-one.
It was a constant mystery on why she was called Madam. She certainly doesn't look old enough but the most common rumor was that it gives one more respect. But any further speculation was canceled as she began to speak.
"Beginners," she barked and the students winced at the sharp tone, "You are here to see a practical demonstration between some novices who have chosen martial arts to be one of their likely subjects. This is to give you an experience about what to expect if you would like to take an interest in martial arts. Let me make this clear. This is not a class for little kiddies who would go running to their mummies if they got so much as a little scratch. Trust me, you're going to get more then just scratches." At this, her face turned downright nasty and Harry wasn't sure if he would like that class anymore.
The lights dimmed after her speech and two males came out. They both took a stance and they eyed each other warily. As if a signal had gone off, they both flew at each other with amazing speed, throwing punches and kicks furiously. Harry watched fascinated as the fighters continued in what is better called a dance than a duel. Suddenly, a boy that was dressed in blue pinned the red boy down. The red boy struggled desperately and tried to escape as if his life depended on the results. It did and Harry soon found out why.
Madam Vivian stormed out and snapped, "Fascend, you failed and is no longer eligible for this class." The boy dressed in red had a look of dismay on his face and he trudged miserably towards the exit. Just as he thought that the blue boy was lucky, Madam Vivian turned and snapped at him, "Laymen, that took nearly ten minutes which is two minutes way too long. For your abysmal performance, you are required to scrub the hall with no magic! Do you hear me boy?"
"Yes Madam." Laymen answered at once. He didn't even look troubled. Harry winced again. It seemed like he expected this to happen. He leaned back silently and watched as another pair of novices came out and fight.
~**~**~
Harry hurried out of the gym for the first class of the day: Knowledge of Weapons. He shuffled through the crowd and arrived at a shabby looking house. He went in and saw a plain standard classroom, with neat desks and chairs and a gigantic blackboard. Nothing too fancy. The numbers of the desks were small, as if there were going to be only a handful of people together at a time. The total amount ranged only up to five. He was the first one here, earlier than even the teacher.
He sat down quietly on one of the chairs and found several books in a drawer of the desk. Having nothing else to do, he sat down and read. The text was interesting. They talked about how to handle weapons in different situations: Like if you were empty place, hack away with your sword at everything you can find as that is not a time for proper execution but if you actually hit something, it could save your life. There's also other interesting tidbits like if an enemy had he's arm around your neck or a hand around your mouth, trapping you, the best thing to do is to bite down on the human arm or hand hard and they'll let go which gives you ample time to escape.
Due to the fact that it's ultimately interesting and not boring as hell, Harry quickly finished it and took out another one. A really really thin one.
This one gives a brief summary about how the beginners' weapons lesson go. It turns out that they weren't actually going to use weapons but instead know how to handle them. In fact, beside archery, they aren't going to do anything with the actual subject but learn which is what and to prepare you for them. Until you're a novice, the only thing you're learning is knowledge, knowledge and knowledge.
He checked the classroom clock for the time and found that he still have about one and a half hour to go and he sighed and begin to read the last book.
The last one talked about the ranks of the school and Harry quickly became absorbed in it as he wanted to understand the many differences they have. (A/N Since he's figuring it out, I might as well tell it to you so you don't have to be confused. This is only a brief summary of the actual description)
~**~**~
BEGINNERS: The rank you are when you first get here. You take knowledge lessons with the teachers.
NOVICE: The second rank. After the Starting Tournament, if you managed to get a good score, you can get "noviced" to any of the teachers. Like if you want Martial Arts, you can get further education on it to actually learn how to fight. Provided you pass the subject of course. There is no limit on how many subjects you can get "noviced". Although the most common is three, you can take all the subjects but you'll have a lot of stress.
APPRENTICE: The third level. Where you graduate from school and begin real training with your mentor. He or she can take you to any plane to practice your skills and can allow another master to teach you. This is the level where you are prone to fights in school.
INTERMEDIATE APPRENTICE: When you have free reign of the school grounds and choose your dragon. This is the level where you participate in tournaments to earn honor for yourself and for your teacher.
JOURNEYMAGE: This is the level where you go to the outside world to gain experience. The apprentice and the mentor will go under false names as father and son (females too) to survive for a year as muggles or normal wizards. (A/N This is where I will stage an appropriate meeting with Harry and his friends. I'm afraid he will not be meeting any adults as I have a very poor opinion of them.)
MAGE: When the apprentice learns foreign magic unknown to him. Usually necromancy is included.
MASTER: When they officially pass the trials and become a master. Klementine is a Master.
GRAND MASTER: When you pass the Master trials with exceptional grades and is allowed to take the grand master tests. Madam Vivian who is the best record holder for Master does not hold a record for grand master, as she did not pass the exceptional point. This is the best rank you can get.
~**~**~
Harry finished the book, deep in thoughts. Maybe when he became a journeymage, he can ask Klementine to take him to Hogwarts?
His thoughts were interrupted as his classmates walked in and he quickly put the books away. They were all very excited about the lesson. Harry was amused, as he already knew that they weren't going to actually use any weapons.
Fifteen minutes passed and still the teacher is nowhere in sight. They were all confused as was Harry. Where is the teacher?
Suddenly, he remembered something from the second book. It says that to get to the lesson, look past what is assumed. He frowned. What is assumed anyway? This was the classroom and- wait, what if this wasn't the classroom? It maybe but what if they weren't going to be taught in the classroom. What if the teacher had been there all along and is just waiting outside? No wonder there's only five desks if no one is going to use them.
Harry quickly went outside. During the loud voices and complaints, he was not noticed by his fellow classmates. He looked around. The classroom was located at the edge of the school, on the other side where the pasture is. Behind the cottage, there's a river and behind that, a forest. Harry could see a patch of ground just some way into the forest. He quickly crossed the river and run towards the patch. He doesn't want to be even more late. Sure enough, in the center, there was a man standing there looking directly at him.
"Sorry sir," Harry whizzed, trying to catch his breath.
The man seemed more amused than angry. "Hmm," He said absently, "You're the first kid that figured it out only fifteen minutes after the lesson started. The fastest was only fifty minutes. That's why my class takes so long as people tend to be two hours late to class. If only they had bothered to read." Suddenly he broke into a grin. "Congratulations, you've just broken a new record. Come on, let's start the lesson since the others are going to be much later and it's no use wasting time." He said cheerfully.
"Um, sir," Harry said hesitatingly, "Not to be rude or anything but I read the book on about what the beginners learn and I think I've already covered them."
At this the man looked startled and then he smiled, "So you are certainly prepared. Well since I don't need to do that, let's start on the practical lesson."
"Practical lesson? But I thought only novices do that?"
"Well, that's true but since I'm certain you can pass the tournament on weapons, why not start to train earlier?" That's the only warning Harry got before a shooting star whizzed shot at him and Harry only got saved from being struck because of his seeker's reflexes from avoiding bludgers.
"Geez, are you trying to kill me?!" Harry yelped sarcastically.
"Could be."
~**~**~
Whew! That's gotta be my longest chapter yet and it's only because I can't find a cliffhanger so I kept on writing. I need a cliffie so I can get inspiration for my next chapter!
'Tis a really nice day! * whistles *
Fanfiction coming right up!
OT- Operation: Theron ~**~**~
Harry was in a very good mood as he helped himself to some toast and eggs. The OT was nearly ready but it requires the help of all the teachers and he doesn't know his other instructors yet. Other than that, it is ready to be put in action.
He finished his breakfast, grabbed his schedule and dashed of to school. Klementine watched him as he vanished, dumbfounded. That kid's got something up his sleeve. No one would be so happy when they go to school at five in the morning and I bet my dragon that it has something to do with Theron. He suddenly chuckled and said bemusedly, "Well if it embarrasses Theron, then I'm all for it!
Harry landed lightly on the ground and looked at the schedule.
Assembly.
Harry stared and shrugged in confusion. Okay. so what do they need an assembly for? He walked to the hall beside the balance classroom and is ten times balance and his jaw dropped, literally. There were thousands of seats circling a round platform in the middle. The stage was about as huge as a football field except that it's round and not rectangular. Weapons of all sorts were lined up at a huge rack beside the platform.
There was obviously going to be a demonstration but by whom? It can't be him. He doesn't even have a martial arts lesson yet!
He took a seat near the middle, not wanting to be too far away that he can't see yet not too close that he'll be hit with stray weapons. He knew there's suppose to be a spell so no weapon will be astray but he'd rather not take any chances. Apparently the rest of the beginners agree with him as they also took some seats near the middle.
Once all of them are there, a woman stepped up onto the platform.
"That's Madam Vivian, the martial arts instructor. I had her yesterday. She may not look like it but man she's tough. I should know since she doesn't believe in the 'don't hurt your students' rule." He heard a boy whispered some rows above him.
At this, Harry shuffled nervously. He was going to have martial arts in his second class of the morning and from the way the boy sounded; he was probably going to have some nasty bruises. He shook his head slightly to clear away his thoughts and concentrated on the women standing on the stage.
Madam Vivian was twenty-three years old and the youngest teacher ever. Harry had known because he took his time in reading some of the books about the school in Klementine's library. Part was because he doesn't want to be a complete idiot in things and partly because he was genuinely interested. Vivian Sameur, the protégée student of Louis Sameur is the first one to break the record of graduating. Starting at the age sixteen (same as Harry), she spent five years training in extreme conditions. After graduating with the shortest time ever, she immediately decided to become a teacher, taking only two months to pass the test, hence becoming a legitimate teacher at age twenty-one.
It was a constant mystery on why she was called Madam. She certainly doesn't look old enough but the most common rumor was that it gives one more respect. But any further speculation was canceled as she began to speak.
"Beginners," she barked and the students winced at the sharp tone, "You are here to see a practical demonstration between some novices who have chosen martial arts to be one of their likely subjects. This is to give you an experience about what to expect if you would like to take an interest in martial arts. Let me make this clear. This is not a class for little kiddies who would go running to their mummies if they got so much as a little scratch. Trust me, you're going to get more then just scratches." At this, her face turned downright nasty and Harry wasn't sure if he would like that class anymore.
The lights dimmed after her speech and two males came out. They both took a stance and they eyed each other warily. As if a signal had gone off, they both flew at each other with amazing speed, throwing punches and kicks furiously. Harry watched fascinated as the fighters continued in what is better called a dance than a duel. Suddenly, a boy that was dressed in blue pinned the red boy down. The red boy struggled desperately and tried to escape as if his life depended on the results. It did and Harry soon found out why.
Madam Vivian stormed out and snapped, "Fascend, you failed and is no longer eligible for this class." The boy dressed in red had a look of dismay on his face and he trudged miserably towards the exit. Just as he thought that the blue boy was lucky, Madam Vivian turned and snapped at him, "Laymen, that took nearly ten minutes which is two minutes way too long. For your abysmal performance, you are required to scrub the hall with no magic! Do you hear me boy?"
"Yes Madam." Laymen answered at once. He didn't even look troubled. Harry winced again. It seemed like he expected this to happen. He leaned back silently and watched as another pair of novices came out and fight.
~**~**~
Harry hurried out of the gym for the first class of the day: Knowledge of Weapons. He shuffled through the crowd and arrived at a shabby looking house. He went in and saw a plain standard classroom, with neat desks and chairs and a gigantic blackboard. Nothing too fancy. The numbers of the desks were small, as if there were going to be only a handful of people together at a time. The total amount ranged only up to five. He was the first one here, earlier than even the teacher.
He sat down quietly on one of the chairs and found several books in a drawer of the desk. Having nothing else to do, he sat down and read. The text was interesting. They talked about how to handle weapons in different situations: Like if you were empty place, hack away with your sword at everything you can find as that is not a time for proper execution but if you actually hit something, it could save your life. There's also other interesting tidbits like if an enemy had he's arm around your neck or a hand around your mouth, trapping you, the best thing to do is to bite down on the human arm or hand hard and they'll let go which gives you ample time to escape.
Due to the fact that it's ultimately interesting and not boring as hell, Harry quickly finished it and took out another one. A really really thin one.
This one gives a brief summary about how the beginners' weapons lesson go. It turns out that they weren't actually going to use weapons but instead know how to handle them. In fact, beside archery, they aren't going to do anything with the actual subject but learn which is what and to prepare you for them. Until you're a novice, the only thing you're learning is knowledge, knowledge and knowledge.
He checked the classroom clock for the time and found that he still have about one and a half hour to go and he sighed and begin to read the last book.
The last one talked about the ranks of the school and Harry quickly became absorbed in it as he wanted to understand the many differences they have. (A/N Since he's figuring it out, I might as well tell it to you so you don't have to be confused. This is only a brief summary of the actual description)
~**~**~
BEGINNERS: The rank you are when you first get here. You take knowledge lessons with the teachers.
NOVICE: The second rank. After the Starting Tournament, if you managed to get a good score, you can get "noviced" to any of the teachers. Like if you want Martial Arts, you can get further education on it to actually learn how to fight. Provided you pass the subject of course. There is no limit on how many subjects you can get "noviced". Although the most common is three, you can take all the subjects but you'll have a lot of stress.
APPRENTICE: The third level. Where you graduate from school and begin real training with your mentor. He or she can take you to any plane to practice your skills and can allow another master to teach you. This is the level where you are prone to fights in school.
INTERMEDIATE APPRENTICE: When you have free reign of the school grounds and choose your dragon. This is the level where you participate in tournaments to earn honor for yourself and for your teacher.
JOURNEYMAGE: This is the level where you go to the outside world to gain experience. The apprentice and the mentor will go under false names as father and son (females too) to survive for a year as muggles or normal wizards. (A/N This is where I will stage an appropriate meeting with Harry and his friends. I'm afraid he will not be meeting any adults as I have a very poor opinion of them.)
MAGE: When the apprentice learns foreign magic unknown to him. Usually necromancy is included.
MASTER: When they officially pass the trials and become a master. Klementine is a Master.
GRAND MASTER: When you pass the Master trials with exceptional grades and is allowed to take the grand master tests. Madam Vivian who is the best record holder for Master does not hold a record for grand master, as she did not pass the exceptional point. This is the best rank you can get.
~**~**~
Harry finished the book, deep in thoughts. Maybe when he became a journeymage, he can ask Klementine to take him to Hogwarts?
His thoughts were interrupted as his classmates walked in and he quickly put the books away. They were all very excited about the lesson. Harry was amused, as he already knew that they weren't going to actually use any weapons.
Fifteen minutes passed and still the teacher is nowhere in sight. They were all confused as was Harry. Where is the teacher?
Suddenly, he remembered something from the second book. It says that to get to the lesson, look past what is assumed. He frowned. What is assumed anyway? This was the classroom and- wait, what if this wasn't the classroom? It maybe but what if they weren't going to be taught in the classroom. What if the teacher had been there all along and is just waiting outside? No wonder there's only five desks if no one is going to use them.
Harry quickly went outside. During the loud voices and complaints, he was not noticed by his fellow classmates. He looked around. The classroom was located at the edge of the school, on the other side where the pasture is. Behind the cottage, there's a river and behind that, a forest. Harry could see a patch of ground just some way into the forest. He quickly crossed the river and run towards the patch. He doesn't want to be even more late. Sure enough, in the center, there was a man standing there looking directly at him.
"Sorry sir," Harry whizzed, trying to catch his breath.
The man seemed more amused than angry. "Hmm," He said absently, "You're the first kid that figured it out only fifteen minutes after the lesson started. The fastest was only fifty minutes. That's why my class takes so long as people tend to be two hours late to class. If only they had bothered to read." Suddenly he broke into a grin. "Congratulations, you've just broken a new record. Come on, let's start the lesson since the others are going to be much later and it's no use wasting time." He said cheerfully.
"Um, sir," Harry said hesitatingly, "Not to be rude or anything but I read the book on about what the beginners learn and I think I've already covered them."
At this the man looked startled and then he smiled, "So you are certainly prepared. Well since I don't need to do that, let's start on the practical lesson."
"Practical lesson? But I thought only novices do that?"
"Well, that's true but since I'm certain you can pass the tournament on weapons, why not start to train earlier?" That's the only warning Harry got before a shooting star whizzed shot at him and Harry only got saved from being struck because of his seeker's reflexes from avoiding bludgers.
"Geez, are you trying to kill me?!" Harry yelped sarcastically.
"Could be."
~**~**~
Whew! That's gotta be my longest chapter yet and it's only because I can't find a cliffhanger so I kept on writing. I need a cliffie so I can get inspiration for my next chapter!