Mistakes and Consequences
Isis and Darian could hardly believe how time had flown while they were at Hogwarts. It was already Halloween and all the students were talking about the surprises that were rumored to be in the works for the main dinner. Aside from this, both Isis and Darian had more important things to worry about, midterms. They were studying in the library together dominating one of the larger couches. They had comfortably spread themselves out upon it and were deep in their History of Magic work. They had been there only an hour when Minya came running in and went directly to where they were studying.
She was breathless as she sat down in the chair opposite the couch that Isis and Darian shared. "You guys will not believe what I just heard."
Isis and Darian exchanged quizzical glances before looking back at Minya.
"What's up," Darian asked putting her book away and changing her position of lying on her stomach to sitting up facing Minya.
Minya smiled broadly before taking a deep breath to begin. "There is a new professor coming to Hogwarts."
Darian raised her eyebrows in disinterested surprise, "What is so interesting about a new prof. coming here?"
Minya, still catching her breath answered, "It's interesting considering that they have never had a new professor come in mid-term, especially under normal circumstances."
"Who is he or she and what will he or she be teaching," asked Isis.
"That is the weird part. Usually if a new professor comes to teach at Hogwarts everyone knows who they are, where they came from, and what they are going to teach, but in this case nobody knows who he or she is or what they will be teaching. As of right now no positions are open for anyone to take."
Isis and Darian exchanged glances once again then looked back at Minya.
Isis spoke up, "Very strange, I will admit."
Darian started to put her books back into her book bag. "Maybe that is the surprise for the Halloween dinner, you know the introduction of a new prof."
"Who knows, well anyway we should head to class," replied Isis to Darian as she too began to pack her book bag.
Darian grinned broadly, "The only class the I can really get into, flying."
Isis stood and stretched her cramped muscles, "Yeah, and the one you are most likely to get into trouble."
Minya laughed at the evil look Darian gave Isis as she got up and in step with them for class.
"At least I have fun, little-miss-never-do-anything-wrong," retaliated Darian.
They got to the quiddich pitch just as Madame Hooch was coming through the main causeway.
Isis, Darian, Minya and the other students took their positions next to their brooms as she walked up and started to yell orders.
"All right everyone, call your brooms up and mount them, come on, hurry up."
The air was filled with the various vocalizations of students yelling "Up!"
On her second calling, Darian's broom came to her hand and she looked up grinning broadly at Isis.
"Hey, I did it with only two calls instead of the three from yesterday," she said triumphantly.
Isis grinned sardonically back at her sister and would have responded had not she been cut off by Madame Hooch.
"Miss Greymalkin, now that you have got your broom in hand, please mount it."
Darian grinned broadly at Madame Hooch but was rewarded only with her usual disdainful expression.
Isis finally got her broom to come up to her hand on her fourth call and she gingerly mounted it.
"All right students, I want you to start your warm-up.," yelled Madame Hooch.
All the students levitated on their brooms, some more precarious than others. Darian took quite well to her broom, being that back home she had practiced endlessly. However it was more so for torment of any one who happened to cross her that she had become so comfortable on it. Isis on the other hand, was not as experienced on her broom as her sister. As she levitated on her broom about five feet off the ground she lost her bearings and started to teeter to the left to the point of almost falling off. Darian reaching out quickly and helped her to straighten herself saving her from a painful landing.
Isis grinned sheepishly at her sister. "Thanks, but I much rather to keep my feet on solid ground.
Darian hissed playfully at her, "Chicken."
"And proud of it, thank you sister dearest."
"All right students, we are going to do something a little different than we did yesterday. I want you to all pair off into groups of two and form two lines ten students to each line."
As the students grouped off and measured themselves into two rows Madame Hooch continued her instructions.
"We are going to play a form of Quiddich. I want each group of two to perform the function that one player would perform in a real game of Quiddich. Now understand all of you, this is not a real game. You are not to make rough contact with anyone else; we are going to play a nice, clean, and safe game. Greenoaken, Von Pinn and Marshal, Errant, you are beaters, Steiner, Neville and Hearth, Flicher, you are chasers. Arian, Chancellor and Blackburn, Carolingin, you are keepers, Greymalkin, and Ravenseye, Fillington you are seekers. All right get in your positions, let's get ready to play."
"Cool," exclaimed Darian, "we are seekers, they are the best position"
"Yeah, great," Isis feigned joy, "but if I fall off my broom, it's your fault."
All students took their positions and waited for the release of the balls. As the quaffle and bludgers were released the other players went into action. At this point the golden snitch was let loose and it flew out of site. With no prompting Darian shot upward on her broom followed quickly by Isis. While Darian and Isis both watched the game and looked around for the snitch, they failed to see Bastian hovering just below and off to the side of them. They were, like Darian and Isis, engrossed in the prospect of finding the snitch first.
Suddenly Ramon Fillington, who was a good friend of Bastian yelled out, "There, there's the snitch."
With that both Ramon and Bastian flew up fast past Darian and Isis, intent on reaching it first. However as Bastian passed, he brushed violently against Isis causing her to lose her balance. Paying no attention to this Bastian flew up and easily snatched the snitch out of the air, before decending to the ground in triumph.
Being caught completely off guard and still not very good at flying Isis promptly lost her balance. "Aahhh," she cried as she slipped quickly off her broom.
Now this was of a great deal of concern due mainly to the fact that both Darian and Isis were a good fifty feet off the ground. Darian quickly reached down to catch her sister but only grasped her glove. Isis tried to pull herself back on her broom but couldn't get her bearings fully. She thought quickly and decended to the ground just shy of the game still in full play. She hovered a little over 15 feet off the ground before she lost her balance once again and fell off her broom.
She hit the ground hard with a loud cracking sound. Isis rolled over on her side, curling up and holding her ankle. "Ooww," she cried biting back tears.
Madame Hooch came running over and knelt down over Isis' ankle. At that moment Darian landed and sat down next to her sister.
"Are you ok," she asked obviously worried.
"She'll be fine, it looks to be just a bad sprain," replied Madame Hooch. "What happened up there."?
During this time both Bastian and Ramon had landed with the other students and stood about watching Isis and Madame Hooch.
Bastian quickly came forward, "I'm really sorry Madame Hooch," he gushed sincerity, "I'm afraid I got too excited and in my hurry to get to the golden stitch I accidentally bumped her."
Madame Hooch looked warily at Bastian and finally signed, "That's fine Bastian, just be more careful next time. Miss Greymalkin, take your sister directly to the infimriy and come back here for the rest of class."
Darian mutely nodded at her while she helped Isis to her feet. Isis groaned as she tried to position her ankle to where she only had to put a small amount of weight on it. Darian took Isis' arm and put it across her shoulders. Before they turned to walk away they both spied Bastian looking at them over his shoulder with a large grin plastered across his face. He was already being congradulated by the other members of the Slytherin house for winning the match.
Darian gave him a malicious glare as she turned with Isis to go to the nurse.
As they made their way slowly to the nurse's hall, Darian and Isis talked about what happened.
"The little jerk pushed me on purpose, and he got away with it, Owww, jeesh that hurts," said Isis.
"Yeah, that little twerp is starting to work my last nerve, we really need to do something about him. He is going too far, you could have really been hurt this time," replied Darian.
"That's for sure, maybe we could talk to Professor McGonalgall," Isis said gingerly applying weight to her hurt ankle. "I really don't want to revert to a constant war of practical jokes."
"We could always talk to dad, I mean he is the head of Slytherin, Bastian's house," said Darian.
Unfortunately for them when Darian spoke this, they did not know that they weren't alone.
"Oh my, what have we here, what has happened to you my dear," came a male voice.
Both girls froze and looked behind them at the man walkly briskly up to them. He was a young looking man, most likely in his early thirties with shoulder length red hair pulled back in a low ponytail. He wore long black robes with silver lining the hem and cuffs. He walked around in front of them and stopped to examine them. A broad smile on his face.
Both Darian and Isis were dumbstruck and could only stand there silent for a moment. They shared the same thought, "Had he heard?"
"Uh, I had an accident in flying," stammered Isis.
"Oh you poor dear, shall I help you to the nurse's hall," he asked, his voice full of concern.
"No thank you," piped up Darian, "I'm her sister and I can get her there, but thanks anyways."
"Very well then, I shall let you be on your way," he jovially spoke.
"Wait a moment," spoke Isis, "forgive me but who are you, I don't recognize you."
"Oh yes," he smiled, "I am a new professor here at Hogwarts. I will be teaching History of Socerery. My name is Professor Errol, and you are?"
"My name is Isis Greymalkin, this is my sister Darian."
"Greymalkin, Greymalkin, why does that sound familiar. Does your family originate in the Scottish lowlands," he asked.
Isis cut Darian off, "No, I'm sorry. You must have us mistaken with someone else. Our family originates in southern Europe, near Belgrade."
He smiled even more than he had before. He wrapped his hands into his flowing robes. "Very good," he mused, "well hopefully I will see you soon." With that he briskly walked down the hall and turned down a corridor.
Darian turned to Isis. "Why did you stop me," she asked.
"Because I got a very bad vibe from him," she replied looking after him. "We should speak to father about this, I have a bad feeling about him."
On that note they continued on in verbal silence as they sparingly discussed in their thoughts what should be done about this Professor Errol and about Bastian.
Isis and Darian could hardly believe how time had flown while they were at Hogwarts. It was already Halloween and all the students were talking about the surprises that were rumored to be in the works for the main dinner. Aside from this, both Isis and Darian had more important things to worry about, midterms. They were studying in the library together dominating one of the larger couches. They had comfortably spread themselves out upon it and were deep in their History of Magic work. They had been there only an hour when Minya came running in and went directly to where they were studying.
She was breathless as she sat down in the chair opposite the couch that Isis and Darian shared. "You guys will not believe what I just heard."
Isis and Darian exchanged quizzical glances before looking back at Minya.
"What's up," Darian asked putting her book away and changing her position of lying on her stomach to sitting up facing Minya.
Minya smiled broadly before taking a deep breath to begin. "There is a new professor coming to Hogwarts."
Darian raised her eyebrows in disinterested surprise, "What is so interesting about a new prof. coming here?"
Minya, still catching her breath answered, "It's interesting considering that they have never had a new professor come in mid-term, especially under normal circumstances."
"Who is he or she and what will he or she be teaching," asked Isis.
"That is the weird part. Usually if a new professor comes to teach at Hogwarts everyone knows who they are, where they came from, and what they are going to teach, but in this case nobody knows who he or she is or what they will be teaching. As of right now no positions are open for anyone to take."
Isis and Darian exchanged glances once again then looked back at Minya.
Isis spoke up, "Very strange, I will admit."
Darian started to put her books back into her book bag. "Maybe that is the surprise for the Halloween dinner, you know the introduction of a new prof."
"Who knows, well anyway we should head to class," replied Isis to Darian as she too began to pack her book bag.
Darian grinned broadly, "The only class the I can really get into, flying."
Isis stood and stretched her cramped muscles, "Yeah, and the one you are most likely to get into trouble."
Minya laughed at the evil look Darian gave Isis as she got up and in step with them for class.
"At least I have fun, little-miss-never-do-anything-wrong," retaliated Darian.
They got to the quiddich pitch just as Madame Hooch was coming through the main causeway.
Isis, Darian, Minya and the other students took their positions next to their brooms as she walked up and started to yell orders.
"All right everyone, call your brooms up and mount them, come on, hurry up."
The air was filled with the various vocalizations of students yelling "Up!"
On her second calling, Darian's broom came to her hand and she looked up grinning broadly at Isis.
"Hey, I did it with only two calls instead of the three from yesterday," she said triumphantly.
Isis grinned sardonically back at her sister and would have responded had not she been cut off by Madame Hooch.
"Miss Greymalkin, now that you have got your broom in hand, please mount it."
Darian grinned broadly at Madame Hooch but was rewarded only with her usual disdainful expression.
Isis finally got her broom to come up to her hand on her fourth call and she gingerly mounted it.
"All right students, I want you to start your warm-up.," yelled Madame Hooch.
All the students levitated on their brooms, some more precarious than others. Darian took quite well to her broom, being that back home she had practiced endlessly. However it was more so for torment of any one who happened to cross her that she had become so comfortable on it. Isis on the other hand, was not as experienced on her broom as her sister. As she levitated on her broom about five feet off the ground she lost her bearings and started to teeter to the left to the point of almost falling off. Darian reaching out quickly and helped her to straighten herself saving her from a painful landing.
Isis grinned sheepishly at her sister. "Thanks, but I much rather to keep my feet on solid ground.
Darian hissed playfully at her, "Chicken."
"And proud of it, thank you sister dearest."
"All right students, we are going to do something a little different than we did yesterday. I want you to all pair off into groups of two and form two lines ten students to each line."
As the students grouped off and measured themselves into two rows Madame Hooch continued her instructions.
"We are going to play a form of Quiddich. I want each group of two to perform the function that one player would perform in a real game of Quiddich. Now understand all of you, this is not a real game. You are not to make rough contact with anyone else; we are going to play a nice, clean, and safe game. Greenoaken, Von Pinn and Marshal, Errant, you are beaters, Steiner, Neville and Hearth, Flicher, you are chasers. Arian, Chancellor and Blackburn, Carolingin, you are keepers, Greymalkin, and Ravenseye, Fillington you are seekers. All right get in your positions, let's get ready to play."
"Cool," exclaimed Darian, "we are seekers, they are the best position"
"Yeah, great," Isis feigned joy, "but if I fall off my broom, it's your fault."
All students took their positions and waited for the release of the balls. As the quaffle and bludgers were released the other players went into action. At this point the golden snitch was let loose and it flew out of site. With no prompting Darian shot upward on her broom followed quickly by Isis. While Darian and Isis both watched the game and looked around for the snitch, they failed to see Bastian hovering just below and off to the side of them. They were, like Darian and Isis, engrossed in the prospect of finding the snitch first.
Suddenly Ramon Fillington, who was a good friend of Bastian yelled out, "There, there's the snitch."
With that both Ramon and Bastian flew up fast past Darian and Isis, intent on reaching it first. However as Bastian passed, he brushed violently against Isis causing her to lose her balance. Paying no attention to this Bastian flew up and easily snatched the snitch out of the air, before decending to the ground in triumph.
Being caught completely off guard and still not very good at flying Isis promptly lost her balance. "Aahhh," she cried as she slipped quickly off her broom.
Now this was of a great deal of concern due mainly to the fact that both Darian and Isis were a good fifty feet off the ground. Darian quickly reached down to catch her sister but only grasped her glove. Isis tried to pull herself back on her broom but couldn't get her bearings fully. She thought quickly and decended to the ground just shy of the game still in full play. She hovered a little over 15 feet off the ground before she lost her balance once again and fell off her broom.
She hit the ground hard with a loud cracking sound. Isis rolled over on her side, curling up and holding her ankle. "Ooww," she cried biting back tears.
Madame Hooch came running over and knelt down over Isis' ankle. At that moment Darian landed and sat down next to her sister.
"Are you ok," she asked obviously worried.
"She'll be fine, it looks to be just a bad sprain," replied Madame Hooch. "What happened up there."?
During this time both Bastian and Ramon had landed with the other students and stood about watching Isis and Madame Hooch.
Bastian quickly came forward, "I'm really sorry Madame Hooch," he gushed sincerity, "I'm afraid I got too excited and in my hurry to get to the golden stitch I accidentally bumped her."
Madame Hooch looked warily at Bastian and finally signed, "That's fine Bastian, just be more careful next time. Miss Greymalkin, take your sister directly to the infimriy and come back here for the rest of class."
Darian mutely nodded at her while she helped Isis to her feet. Isis groaned as she tried to position her ankle to where she only had to put a small amount of weight on it. Darian took Isis' arm and put it across her shoulders. Before they turned to walk away they both spied Bastian looking at them over his shoulder with a large grin plastered across his face. He was already being congradulated by the other members of the Slytherin house for winning the match.
Darian gave him a malicious glare as she turned with Isis to go to the nurse.
As they made their way slowly to the nurse's hall, Darian and Isis talked about what happened.
"The little jerk pushed me on purpose, and he got away with it, Owww, jeesh that hurts," said Isis.
"Yeah, that little twerp is starting to work my last nerve, we really need to do something about him. He is going too far, you could have really been hurt this time," replied Darian.
"That's for sure, maybe we could talk to Professor McGonalgall," Isis said gingerly applying weight to her hurt ankle. "I really don't want to revert to a constant war of practical jokes."
"We could always talk to dad, I mean he is the head of Slytherin, Bastian's house," said Darian.
Unfortunately for them when Darian spoke this, they did not know that they weren't alone.
"Oh my, what have we here, what has happened to you my dear," came a male voice.
Both girls froze and looked behind them at the man walkly briskly up to them. He was a young looking man, most likely in his early thirties with shoulder length red hair pulled back in a low ponytail. He wore long black robes with silver lining the hem and cuffs. He walked around in front of them and stopped to examine them. A broad smile on his face.
Both Darian and Isis were dumbstruck and could only stand there silent for a moment. They shared the same thought, "Had he heard?"
"Uh, I had an accident in flying," stammered Isis.
"Oh you poor dear, shall I help you to the nurse's hall," he asked, his voice full of concern.
"No thank you," piped up Darian, "I'm her sister and I can get her there, but thanks anyways."
"Very well then, I shall let you be on your way," he jovially spoke.
"Wait a moment," spoke Isis, "forgive me but who are you, I don't recognize you."
"Oh yes," he smiled, "I am a new professor here at Hogwarts. I will be teaching History of Socerery. My name is Professor Errol, and you are?"
"My name is Isis Greymalkin, this is my sister Darian."
"Greymalkin, Greymalkin, why does that sound familiar. Does your family originate in the Scottish lowlands," he asked.
Isis cut Darian off, "No, I'm sorry. You must have us mistaken with someone else. Our family originates in southern Europe, near Belgrade."
He smiled even more than he had before. He wrapped his hands into his flowing robes. "Very good," he mused, "well hopefully I will see you soon." With that he briskly walked down the hall and turned down a corridor.
Darian turned to Isis. "Why did you stop me," she asked.
"Because I got a very bad vibe from him," she replied looking after him. "We should speak to father about this, I have a bad feeling about him."
On that note they continued on in verbal silence as they sparingly discussed in their thoughts what should be done about this Professor Errol and about Bastian.