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story. It is purely fanfiction.
Chapter 15
Learning
A week had passed since Cleo, Mêlée, A'lira, and Curania had met Rosalind and Jason Cameron. Professor Ashkevron had made them swear that they would tell no one that the Camerons were at Hogwarts. They weren't even allowed to tell Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. Their professors, however, did know. Supposedly, one of their professors would tell them after class when and where they were to meet the Camerons for their Elemental Control Lessons. After every class that week they half-expected their Professor to make them stay after to tell them when they were supposed to meet but the announcement never came.
Potions class on Friday was the worst day since school had started. Professor Snape was very on edge. He was careful not to walk anywhere near any of them, especially A'lira. He also was extremely careful not to say anything to upset anyone for fear of being attacked or have the earth open up from underneath him. He was increasingly uncomfortable when he asked them to stay a few minutes after class.
"Yes, Professor." Curania asked softly.
"I have a message that I have been told to pass on to you three." He paused, looking out over the sisters. "You are to meet in Dungeon 4 at 9:00 am Saturday. And you are not to be late. If you are, then there will be no more lessons. NOW GO!"
The girls nearly ran from the room in their haste to get away from Snape. It was lunchtime now so they headed to the Great Hall to meet their friends. When they arrived at the Great Hall, most of the students were already eating. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny had saved four more seats by them in case Cleo's sisters wanted to join them instead of going to their own houses' tables. They were right.
Even though nothing had happened since the day of the earthquake, rumors had begun to spread about the sisters. People who were once at least nice to them ran from them at first site like they were known criminals. Harry knew how they felt, of course. Practically everyone had looked at him as if he was a freak in his fifth year when the Ministry of Magic had everyone convinced that Voldemort hadn't returned and Harry and Dumbledore were insane for saying so. However, all that had changed when they discovered that Voldemort truly had returned and he had a feeling that this was a similar case. He didn't know exactly what had happened to them but he did know it was something because the sisters weren't allowed to tell anyone about it so he drew the best conclusions he could. Hermione was the only one who wasn't acting weirder than normal. Like usual she spent an unreal amount of time in the library. And like usual she wouldn't tell anyone why.
Like they had all expected Cleo, Mêlée, A'lira, and Curania did in fact sit at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. Like they had been all week, they sat quietly and picked at their food and answered plainly to whatever questions Harry, Ron or Ginny asked. They carefully avoided the subject of last weekend. Hermione was also quietly reading one of her books she's gotten from the library.
The rest of the day went by very slowly and way to fast at the same time. Before the girls knew it, it was 8:45 Saturday morning and they were on their way to Dungeon number 4. All four of them had split feelings about the upcoming lessons. They felt excited and eager to learn about their powers. But they also were scared and nervous about doing things right.
But despite their fears and apprehensions about the lessons and meeting their teachers again they arrived at Dungeon number 4 promptly at 9:00 and walked in. The dungeon was, as most dungeons were, as far from homey as possible but it had to be the weirdest dungeon they had ever seen. There was a fireplace on the wall farthest from the door, but there was no fire in it. A large stone pool of crystal water was in another corner. Strange looking plants were dotted about the room and weird vines were crawling up one wall from a patch of ground where the stone floor just ended.
Rosalind Cameron was already there but Jason was nowhere to be seen and after noticing that the girls relaxed a little bit. Rosalind was sitting in one of two chairs in front of the empty fireplace, facing them. She smiled and stood up as they walked in and looked around.
"Welcome to your first lesson in controlling your powers." She walked closer to them. "You are earlier then I expected.."
"But you are still late." Jason Cameron emerged from the shadows. His golden wolf eyes stared at them as if they were lambs to the slaughter. " I will not tolerate tardiness or slacking off. I am here because Vanyel asked me to be. I do not want to be here. I have better things to do with my time." He started walking toward them. With each step he took the girls took one back, away from him. "However, I agree that to ensure the safety of the Wizarding and Muggle worlds you must learn to control your powers. I am not a professor to be ignored. I will not put up with it."
Rosalind walks up to him and puts a hand on his arm, "Darling, you are scaring the poor girls."
Jason looked down at her then back at the four girls who had moved away from him. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say "so." He walked over to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace and sat down facing them.
"You will first learn to find your center." He began. "Relax." He ordered. The girls looked at each other then did their best to calm themselves under his gaze. "I SAID RELAX!" the girls jumped and again tried to relax.
"JASON! How are they supposed to relax with you barking at them?" Rosalind yelled at him. The girls weren't sure but they thought they heard him mutter 'sorry' under his breath. After that they began to relax and Jason moved on with the lesson. "Alright now that you are relaxed, close your eyes." The girls did as they were told. "Now clear your mind of all thoughts. Look into the farthest reaches of your soul. Find your center." He saw Cleo's eyes open and she was about to ask a question when her cut her off saying, "You will know when you find it."
Although they did not fully understand what they were doing, they tried to follow his instructions. Amazingly enough Curania was the first to find her center. At first she wasn't sure but as she stared at the bright blue light she realized that it was in fact her center. Out of curiosity she reached deeper and began to feel emotions surrounding it. As she stared into the depths she felt an overwhelming sense of confidence. The feeling that no matter what she did, it would be good enough no matter what anyone said or did.
"Once you have found your center open your eyes and look around." Jason's voice penetrated the silence.
Curania, still shocked and amazed at what she had seen inside herself, opened her eyes to look at her sisters who all still had their eyes closed. Her sisters were surrounded by strange glowing lights. A'lira who was also opening her eyes as Curania looked at her, seemed to be connected to the floor by a bright yellow light. Cleo seemed to have red flames coming off her. The green light around Mêlée, however, didn't seem to take any form. The color kept changing shades rapidly and drastically around her while all the others were a solid and strong shade of their color. Curania thought very little about it, thinking that maybe the fact that she could control water warranted the ragged shape and changing color. She looked around the room some more. She looked at Rosalind. A light blue cloud seemed to engulf her in its giant folds. After staring at Rosalind for a while and coming to the obvious conclusion that she had the same powers as herself, her eyes fell on Jason. A bright red light surrounded him, very much like Cleo's, but unlike Cleo's his was more controlled.
A little bit later, after Cleo and A'lira had also finished their inspections of their sisters, Rosalind and Jason they heard Jason's voice.
"Alright, open your eyes. Tell me what you saw." He ordered plainly.
The sisters looked at each other. A'lira was the first to speak. "The colors around us, they are our essence."
"Correct, Miss A'lira." Rosalind answered. "Now our time is almost up but I want you to think about what it is that you saw in yourself and each other."
story. It is purely fanfiction.
Chapter 15
Learning
A week had passed since Cleo, Mêlée, A'lira, and Curania had met Rosalind and Jason Cameron. Professor Ashkevron had made them swear that they would tell no one that the Camerons were at Hogwarts. They weren't even allowed to tell Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. Their professors, however, did know. Supposedly, one of their professors would tell them after class when and where they were to meet the Camerons for their Elemental Control Lessons. After every class that week they half-expected their Professor to make them stay after to tell them when they were supposed to meet but the announcement never came.
Potions class on Friday was the worst day since school had started. Professor Snape was very on edge. He was careful not to walk anywhere near any of them, especially A'lira. He also was extremely careful not to say anything to upset anyone for fear of being attacked or have the earth open up from underneath him. He was increasingly uncomfortable when he asked them to stay a few minutes after class.
"Yes, Professor." Curania asked softly.
"I have a message that I have been told to pass on to you three." He paused, looking out over the sisters. "You are to meet in Dungeon 4 at 9:00 am Saturday. And you are not to be late. If you are, then there will be no more lessons. NOW GO!"
The girls nearly ran from the room in their haste to get away from Snape. It was lunchtime now so they headed to the Great Hall to meet their friends. When they arrived at the Great Hall, most of the students were already eating. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny had saved four more seats by them in case Cleo's sisters wanted to join them instead of going to their own houses' tables. They were right.
Even though nothing had happened since the day of the earthquake, rumors had begun to spread about the sisters. People who were once at least nice to them ran from them at first site like they were known criminals. Harry knew how they felt, of course. Practically everyone had looked at him as if he was a freak in his fifth year when the Ministry of Magic had everyone convinced that Voldemort hadn't returned and Harry and Dumbledore were insane for saying so. However, all that had changed when they discovered that Voldemort truly had returned and he had a feeling that this was a similar case. He didn't know exactly what had happened to them but he did know it was something because the sisters weren't allowed to tell anyone about it so he drew the best conclusions he could. Hermione was the only one who wasn't acting weirder than normal. Like usual she spent an unreal amount of time in the library. And like usual she wouldn't tell anyone why.
Like they had all expected Cleo, Mêlée, A'lira, and Curania did in fact sit at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron. Like they had been all week, they sat quietly and picked at their food and answered plainly to whatever questions Harry, Ron or Ginny asked. They carefully avoided the subject of last weekend. Hermione was also quietly reading one of her books she's gotten from the library.
The rest of the day went by very slowly and way to fast at the same time. Before the girls knew it, it was 8:45 Saturday morning and they were on their way to Dungeon number 4. All four of them had split feelings about the upcoming lessons. They felt excited and eager to learn about their powers. But they also were scared and nervous about doing things right.
But despite their fears and apprehensions about the lessons and meeting their teachers again they arrived at Dungeon number 4 promptly at 9:00 and walked in. The dungeon was, as most dungeons were, as far from homey as possible but it had to be the weirdest dungeon they had ever seen. There was a fireplace on the wall farthest from the door, but there was no fire in it. A large stone pool of crystal water was in another corner. Strange looking plants were dotted about the room and weird vines were crawling up one wall from a patch of ground where the stone floor just ended.
Rosalind Cameron was already there but Jason was nowhere to be seen and after noticing that the girls relaxed a little bit. Rosalind was sitting in one of two chairs in front of the empty fireplace, facing them. She smiled and stood up as they walked in and looked around.
"Welcome to your first lesson in controlling your powers." She walked closer to them. "You are earlier then I expected.."
"But you are still late." Jason Cameron emerged from the shadows. His golden wolf eyes stared at them as if they were lambs to the slaughter. " I will not tolerate tardiness or slacking off. I am here because Vanyel asked me to be. I do not want to be here. I have better things to do with my time." He started walking toward them. With each step he took the girls took one back, away from him. "However, I agree that to ensure the safety of the Wizarding and Muggle worlds you must learn to control your powers. I am not a professor to be ignored. I will not put up with it."
Rosalind walks up to him and puts a hand on his arm, "Darling, you are scaring the poor girls."
Jason looked down at her then back at the four girls who had moved away from him. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say "so." He walked over to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace and sat down facing them.
"You will first learn to find your center." He began. "Relax." He ordered. The girls looked at each other then did their best to calm themselves under his gaze. "I SAID RELAX!" the girls jumped and again tried to relax.
"JASON! How are they supposed to relax with you barking at them?" Rosalind yelled at him. The girls weren't sure but they thought they heard him mutter 'sorry' under his breath. After that they began to relax and Jason moved on with the lesson. "Alright now that you are relaxed, close your eyes." The girls did as they were told. "Now clear your mind of all thoughts. Look into the farthest reaches of your soul. Find your center." He saw Cleo's eyes open and she was about to ask a question when her cut her off saying, "You will know when you find it."
Although they did not fully understand what they were doing, they tried to follow his instructions. Amazingly enough Curania was the first to find her center. At first she wasn't sure but as she stared at the bright blue light she realized that it was in fact her center. Out of curiosity she reached deeper and began to feel emotions surrounding it. As she stared into the depths she felt an overwhelming sense of confidence. The feeling that no matter what she did, it would be good enough no matter what anyone said or did.
"Once you have found your center open your eyes and look around." Jason's voice penetrated the silence.
Curania, still shocked and amazed at what she had seen inside herself, opened her eyes to look at her sisters who all still had their eyes closed. Her sisters were surrounded by strange glowing lights. A'lira who was also opening her eyes as Curania looked at her, seemed to be connected to the floor by a bright yellow light. Cleo seemed to have red flames coming off her. The green light around Mêlée, however, didn't seem to take any form. The color kept changing shades rapidly and drastically around her while all the others were a solid and strong shade of their color. Curania thought very little about it, thinking that maybe the fact that she could control water warranted the ragged shape and changing color. She looked around the room some more. She looked at Rosalind. A light blue cloud seemed to engulf her in its giant folds. After staring at Rosalind for a while and coming to the obvious conclusion that she had the same powers as herself, her eyes fell on Jason. A bright red light surrounded him, very much like Cleo's, but unlike Cleo's his was more controlled.
A little bit later, after Cleo and A'lira had also finished their inspections of their sisters, Rosalind and Jason they heard Jason's voice.
"Alright, open your eyes. Tell me what you saw." He ordered plainly.
The sisters looked at each other. A'lira was the first to speak. "The colors around us, they are our essence."
"Correct, Miss A'lira." Rosalind answered. "Now our time is almost up but I want you to think about what it is that you saw in yourself and each other."