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A/N: We're back! We know what you're thinking: It's about time. We're really sorry about the long wait, but angelgurl works now, and jandl was in Europe for three weeks (including England), so it's been kind of hard for us to plan this chapter. But we're back and ready for action.
Thanks to:
Musical Beans (malfoyandvaughnlover): sorry we've made you wait so long. So the last chapter was odd, huh? It may have been odd, but it was fun to write.
QueenofConnaught: we're glad you like it. As for the snippits, those are just fun to write. As to why SVW are there, we suggest you reread the earlier chapters for clarification.
SnowViolet: thanks!
DanceDiva: we're enjoying writing it too. Unfortunately, we're almost finished with that plot line (although they do cause some mischief later), and there is none of that in this chapter, mainly because it just didn't fit in with what we wanted to happen in it. Anyway, we're glad you like it, and we hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
Kaely: there's some more Malfoy and Sark in this chapter.
Natalie: we're sorry you didn't like the whole gibberish thing. But we needed it for this chapter.
Sallene: yes, it was a way to get back at Weiss. Unfortunately, he's going to have some problems with that in this chapter.
Dragonsquiirt: do you consider this to be soon enough? I doubt it, but I hope you like it anyway.
Ilovemypenguin: I know Harry seems moody in this story…especially when it comes to Ron…but that's just because the Prophecy is weighing on his mind. He'll become more like his old self as time goes on.
Ren201: Yes, it is a real song…and it's awesome! There's another Relient K song in this chapter…we hope you enjoy it.
Angels Touch: we're sorry to hear your crush has graduated. We hope you're feeling better about it. We hope to read more from you soon. (What's up with the Angel/Sydney story? We like both Angel and Alias as well…but A and S? how can you go against SVR? We're worried about you…)
Once again, we're sorry for the slow update, but the truth is that it is very hard to find time to work on it this summer. Once again, jandl is the author of this chapter since all we had time to do together was to create a basic plotline. If it sucks, it is completely jandl's fault and she is deeply sorry, but as previously stated, she is a sucky author. No ill will is intended to the readers of this story, and we're sorry if you hate it really badly…jandl sucks.
Chapter 9: I am Understood?
One of the most important needs in life is to be understood. It's something that every person longs for, yearns for, and lives for. To speak to someone or to look into their eyes, and feel as though the other person can comprehend them and know them, yet still love them completely. Needless to say, that need was not being met at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Due to Ron's spell, over half of the school was speaking in a language no one but themselves could understand. Not even the other groups speaking gibberish could understand each other. It were as though God had decided to make Hogwarts into a second Tower of Babble, and this time there was no one speaking the same language as the other. Everyone was seriously screwed.
Now you're probably wondering why Ron didn't just go to Dumbledore for help. The truth is, he had considered it and was planning to. He had even walked up to Dumbledore and tried to speak with him, but Ron found to his chagrin, that he was speaking gibberish as well. Ron felt himself forming English words, but for some reason, the sounds coming from his mouth didn't quite match the words in his head. Dumbledore tried to help him, gesturing to him to write to him.
Ron felt a burst of hopefulness, but when he tried to write, he was disappointed to discover that his hands couldn't stop shaking long enough to write a comprehensive word.
"What spell did you use, Ron?" asked Dumbledore, trying to make himself heard over the chaos. The school was in a panic, trying to make themselves heard and failing miserably.
Ron searched for the piece of paper, but couldn't find it. He ran back to Weiss and searched for it around the spot, but for the life of him, he couldn't find it. He tried in vain to communicate his need to Weiss, but Weiss either didn't understand him, or he was too angry to care at the moment.
Ron stamped his foot against the floor, frustrated and angry. 'Body language,' it dawned on him suddenly. 'I'll use body language to show him what I need.'
Ron faced Weiss and pointed to himself. Then he pointed to Weiss and acted as though he were handing him something. Weiss, however, didn't really seem to be getting the message. He just gave Ron and blank stare and tried, once again, to speak.
"quoest minfgen."
'What the hell does that mean?' Ron thought to himself. 'I can't convey my thoughts to anyone or anything.'
Suddenly, he saw the smiley face at the bottom of Weiss' chair. He pushed Weiss of it, and grabbed the scrap of parchment quickly.
Ron tried to mumble "Sorry" to Weiss, but it only came out as "Minhgter." however, Weiss seemed to be able to read Ron's tone and expression and nodded his head to show he understood.
Ron ran back up to the Head's Table and showed the paper to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore only looked at Ron quizzically. It was then that Ron remembered that he hadn't written the spell down on the paper. He took a quill from the table, took a deep breath, and willed himself to write. Thankfully, this time his writing formed words and his writing was legible. He showed it to Dumbledore and Dumbledore said he understood.
Later that night, McGonagall and Dumbledore were in the Headmaster's Office discussing how to solve the "Gibberish" problem.
"It's chaos, Dumbledore. Professors Vaughn and Bristow can't form a coherent sentence and over half of the students aren't making any sense to themselves or each other."
"I believe it is Mr. Weasley who is responsible for this little debacle. It appears that he and Mr. Weiss have had quite a little prank battle going on for quite some time, as I've heard the students discussing it since late September."
"It's been going on for this long? Why hasn't anyone tried to stop it yet, Dumbledore?"
"Well, to be quite honest, I've found it quite amusing."
McGonagall only pinched her lips together disapprovingly.
"Well, how are we going to fix this?"
"It appears to me, as far as I can tell from reading the spell that Ron has showed to me, that he cast a Gibberish spell on Mr. Weiss."
"But how could one Gibberish spell effect half the student body. It even worked on Mr. Malfoy!"
"Apparently, Ron didn't pay close enough attention to the Latin variations of the spell. We really should start teaching Etymology, Professor McGonagall, it could help the students."
"What was wrong with the spell, Dumbledore?"
"It appears to me, that he disregarded the word 'Amar' when he was reciting the spell. As you know, 'Amar' is Latin for the word love. Therefore, not only did the spell affect Mr. Weiss, who was the original target of the spell, but it affected everyone in the school who was in love with someone else who was in the general area in which the spell was recited."
"So everyone who was affected was in love?"
"It would appear that that is so, yes."
"So how do we undo it, Professor Dumbledore?"
"I'll have to undo the spell."
"Why you? Why not someone else?"
"Only someone who is in love with someone, but yet, is not ruled by that love, can undo the spell. As you can tell, I was not affected by the gibberish spell, but I must confess, there is a woman I love very much. However, I am not a slave to that love."
"I never knew you were in love with anyone, Dumbledore. Have you ever told her?"
Dumbledore shook his head. For the first time in all the years she had known him, Dumbledore seemed almost embarrassed and refused to meet her eyes.
He simply left the room and returned to the Great Hall and the problem at hand, effectively ending their private discussion.
McGonagall, however, remained in the room, lost in thought. 'Who could it be?' she wondered to herself. 'He only speaks to so many women.'
She thought back through all the years she had known him (and that was quite a few), and tried to think whom he had acted different around. It was then that she noticed it. She noticed how his blue, penetrating eyes had always focused solely on hers when they were discussing something, even if he wasn't speaking to her. She noticed how he always took her side in everything.
'It's me,' she realized. 'He's in love with me.'
Instead of being weirded out by this thought, she actually found herself calmly accepting it. As though she had known it the whole time. And maybe, she reminded herself, she always had known. There had always been that feeling of security and comfortableness around him. It was then that she realized she loved him back.
She smiled to herself and headed back toward the Great Hall.
Dumbledore sent some orange sparks from his wand to grab the students' attention and the gibberish stopped and everything was deathly quiet.
Dumbledore pointed his wand at everyone and shouted "Finite Lingue Distorte Amar. Correctio!"
A slight breeze was felt amongst them all, and a loosening was felt from their tongues and suddenly the words they were hoping to form was done and all was right amongst them all. The students all shouted their thanks to Dumbledore and they exited the Great Hall anxious to go to sleep and forget about this whole ordeal.
McGonagall found Dumbledore and sat next to him at the Head's Table and squeezed his hand gently over the table. His eyes found hers and they understood each other perfectly. They loved each other. Their relationship would never change--they'd always remain 'just friends'--but the knowledge that they felt the same was the release of a great burden that neither had realized they were carrying.
Communication and language is an important thing. But sometimes, it is unnecessary when trying to be understood. No one knew that better that McGonagall, Dumbledore, Vaughn, and Sydney. Sometimes no words are needed.
Late in the night, while all the school was asleep, a dark shadow slipped unknowingly out of the castle and into the Forbidden Forest.
He waited in a clearing, casting his eyes nervously about, listening for any sign of a werewolf or lurking beast.
"You're late, Malfoy," came a cocky voice from just outside the clearing. A dark shadow joined Malfoy under the full moon, and Sark's face was soon revealed.
"That was an incident up at the school."
"I don't want to hear excuses. I want results. Your master--my employer--doesn't take excuses, you know that as well as I do. If you want to survive the coming battles and the war, you better learn to bring results."
"I don't take advice from you. If my father knew you were treating me this way, he'd tell our master and he'd--"
"He'd do exactly as I'm telling you he would. Now do you have anything to tell me?"
"Ron Weasley is dating that Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw and Potter apparently has feelings for that Granger mud blood."
"Potter has feelings for a girl, eh?"
"Yes, she's one of his best friends."
"Interesting. This could be a great help to us…What about Virginia Weasley?"
"There's nothing new with her. She still doesn't trust me completely."
"Make her trust you, or we won't be able to trust you, and you know what will happen then."
"I know what will happen. You've made that perfectly clear."
"Good. Now I bettergetting going. I have more important things to do than stay around and chat. Good night, Mr. Malfoy."
"Goodnight, Sark."
Sark apparated away and Malfoy spat at the ground, bitterly. "And good riddance."
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a/N: well, we hope you liked that new chapter, and that it was somewhat worth the wait. This chapter was inspired by "I am Understood?" by Relient K from the album "Two Left Turns Don't Make a Right, but Three Do."
sometimes it's embarrassing to talk to you to hold a conversation with the only one who sees right through this version of myself I try to hide behind I'll bury my face because my disgrace will leave me terrified
and sometimes I'm so thankful for your loyalty your love regardless of the mistakes I make will spoil me my confidence is, in a sense, a gift you've given me and I'm satisfied to realize you're all I'll ever need
you looked into my life and never stopped and you're thinking all my thoughts are so simple but so beautiful and you recite my words right back to me before I even speak you let me know, I am understood
and sometimes I spend my time just trying to escape I work so hard, so desperately, in an attempt to create space cause I want distance from the utmost important thing I know I see your love, then turn my back, and beg for you to go
you looked into my life and never stopped and you're thinking all my thoughts are so simple but so beautiful and you recite my words right back to me before I even speak you let me know, I am understood
you're the only one who understands completely you're the only one who knows me yet still loves completely
and sometimes the place I'm at is at a loss for words if I think of something worthy, I know that it's already yours and through the times I've faded and you've outlined me again you've just patiently waited, to bring me back and then
you looked into my life and never stopped and you're thinking all my thoughts are so simple but so beautiful and you recite my words right back to me before I even speak you let me know, I am understood
the noise has broken my defense let me embrace salvation your voice has broken my defense let me embrace salvation
the noise has broken my defense let me embrace salvation your voice has broken my defense let me embrace salvation
the noise has broken my defense let me embrace salvation your voice has broken my defense let me embrace salvation
your voice has broken my defense let me embrace let me embrace let me embrace salvation
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We hope you liked it and please review! We love them!
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
A/N: We're back! We know what you're thinking: It's about time. We're really sorry about the long wait, but angelgurl works now, and jandl was in Europe for three weeks (including England), so it's been kind of hard for us to plan this chapter. But we're back and ready for action.
Thanks to:
Musical Beans (malfoyandvaughnlover): sorry we've made you wait so long. So the last chapter was odd, huh? It may have been odd, but it was fun to write.
QueenofConnaught: we're glad you like it. As for the snippits, those are just fun to write. As to why SVW are there, we suggest you reread the earlier chapters for clarification.
SnowViolet: thanks!
DanceDiva: we're enjoying writing it too. Unfortunately, we're almost finished with that plot line (although they do cause some mischief later), and there is none of that in this chapter, mainly because it just didn't fit in with what we wanted to happen in it. Anyway, we're glad you like it, and we hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
Kaely: there's some more Malfoy and Sark in this chapter.
Natalie: we're sorry you didn't like the whole gibberish thing. But we needed it for this chapter.
Sallene: yes, it was a way to get back at Weiss. Unfortunately, he's going to have some problems with that in this chapter.
Dragonsquiirt: do you consider this to be soon enough? I doubt it, but I hope you like it anyway.
Ilovemypenguin: I know Harry seems moody in this story…especially when it comes to Ron…but that's just because the Prophecy is weighing on his mind. He'll become more like his old self as time goes on.
Ren201: Yes, it is a real song…and it's awesome! There's another Relient K song in this chapter…we hope you enjoy it.
Angels Touch: we're sorry to hear your crush has graduated. We hope you're feeling better about it. We hope to read more from you soon. (What's up with the Angel/Sydney story? We like both Angel and Alias as well…but A and S? how can you go against SVR? We're worried about you…)
Once again, we're sorry for the slow update, but the truth is that it is very hard to find time to work on it this summer. Once again, jandl is the author of this chapter since all we had time to do together was to create a basic plotline. If it sucks, it is completely jandl's fault and she is deeply sorry, but as previously stated, she is a sucky author. No ill will is intended to the readers of this story, and we're sorry if you hate it really badly…jandl sucks.
Chapter 9: I am Understood?
One of the most important needs in life is to be understood. It's something that every person longs for, yearns for, and lives for. To speak to someone or to look into their eyes, and feel as though the other person can comprehend them and know them, yet still love them completely. Needless to say, that need was not being met at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Due to Ron's spell, over half of the school was speaking in a language no one but themselves could understand. Not even the other groups speaking gibberish could understand each other. It were as though God had decided to make Hogwarts into a second Tower of Babble, and this time there was no one speaking the same language as the other. Everyone was seriously screwed.
Now you're probably wondering why Ron didn't just go to Dumbledore for help. The truth is, he had considered it and was planning to. He had even walked up to Dumbledore and tried to speak with him, but Ron found to his chagrin, that he was speaking gibberish as well. Ron felt himself forming English words, but for some reason, the sounds coming from his mouth didn't quite match the words in his head. Dumbledore tried to help him, gesturing to him to write to him.
Ron felt a burst of hopefulness, but when he tried to write, he was disappointed to discover that his hands couldn't stop shaking long enough to write a comprehensive word.
"What spell did you use, Ron?" asked Dumbledore, trying to make himself heard over the chaos. The school was in a panic, trying to make themselves heard and failing miserably.
Ron searched for the piece of paper, but couldn't find it. He ran back to Weiss and searched for it around the spot, but for the life of him, he couldn't find it. He tried in vain to communicate his need to Weiss, but Weiss either didn't understand him, or he was too angry to care at the moment.
Ron stamped his foot against the floor, frustrated and angry. 'Body language,' it dawned on him suddenly. 'I'll use body language to show him what I need.'
Ron faced Weiss and pointed to himself. Then he pointed to Weiss and acted as though he were handing him something. Weiss, however, didn't really seem to be getting the message. He just gave Ron and blank stare and tried, once again, to speak.
"quoest minfgen."
'What the hell does that mean?' Ron thought to himself. 'I can't convey my thoughts to anyone or anything.'
Suddenly, he saw the smiley face at the bottom of Weiss' chair. He pushed Weiss of it, and grabbed the scrap of parchment quickly.
Ron tried to mumble "Sorry" to Weiss, but it only came out as "Minhgter." however, Weiss seemed to be able to read Ron's tone and expression and nodded his head to show he understood.
Ron ran back up to the Head's Table and showed the paper to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore only looked at Ron quizzically. It was then that Ron remembered that he hadn't written the spell down on the paper. He took a quill from the table, took a deep breath, and willed himself to write. Thankfully, this time his writing formed words and his writing was legible. He showed it to Dumbledore and Dumbledore said he understood.
Later that night, McGonagall and Dumbledore were in the Headmaster's Office discussing how to solve the "Gibberish" problem.
"It's chaos, Dumbledore. Professors Vaughn and Bristow can't form a coherent sentence and over half of the students aren't making any sense to themselves or each other."
"I believe it is Mr. Weasley who is responsible for this little debacle. It appears that he and Mr. Weiss have had quite a little prank battle going on for quite some time, as I've heard the students discussing it since late September."
"It's been going on for this long? Why hasn't anyone tried to stop it yet, Dumbledore?"
"Well, to be quite honest, I've found it quite amusing."
McGonagall only pinched her lips together disapprovingly.
"Well, how are we going to fix this?"
"It appears to me, as far as I can tell from reading the spell that Ron has showed to me, that he cast a Gibberish spell on Mr. Weiss."
"But how could one Gibberish spell effect half the student body. It even worked on Mr. Malfoy!"
"Apparently, Ron didn't pay close enough attention to the Latin variations of the spell. We really should start teaching Etymology, Professor McGonagall, it could help the students."
"What was wrong with the spell, Dumbledore?"
"It appears to me, that he disregarded the word 'Amar' when he was reciting the spell. As you know, 'Amar' is Latin for the word love. Therefore, not only did the spell affect Mr. Weiss, who was the original target of the spell, but it affected everyone in the school who was in love with someone else who was in the general area in which the spell was recited."
"So everyone who was affected was in love?"
"It would appear that that is so, yes."
"So how do we undo it, Professor Dumbledore?"
"I'll have to undo the spell."
"Why you? Why not someone else?"
"Only someone who is in love with someone, but yet, is not ruled by that love, can undo the spell. As you can tell, I was not affected by the gibberish spell, but I must confess, there is a woman I love very much. However, I am not a slave to that love."
"I never knew you were in love with anyone, Dumbledore. Have you ever told her?"
Dumbledore shook his head. For the first time in all the years she had known him, Dumbledore seemed almost embarrassed and refused to meet her eyes.
He simply left the room and returned to the Great Hall and the problem at hand, effectively ending their private discussion.
McGonagall, however, remained in the room, lost in thought. 'Who could it be?' she wondered to herself. 'He only speaks to so many women.'
She thought back through all the years she had known him (and that was quite a few), and tried to think whom he had acted different around. It was then that she noticed it. She noticed how his blue, penetrating eyes had always focused solely on hers when they were discussing something, even if he wasn't speaking to her. She noticed how he always took her side in everything.
'It's me,' she realized. 'He's in love with me.'
Instead of being weirded out by this thought, she actually found herself calmly accepting it. As though she had known it the whole time. And maybe, she reminded herself, she always had known. There had always been that feeling of security and comfortableness around him. It was then that she realized she loved him back.
She smiled to herself and headed back toward the Great Hall.
Dumbledore sent some orange sparks from his wand to grab the students' attention and the gibberish stopped and everything was deathly quiet.
Dumbledore pointed his wand at everyone and shouted "Finite Lingue Distorte Amar. Correctio!"
A slight breeze was felt amongst them all, and a loosening was felt from their tongues and suddenly the words they were hoping to form was done and all was right amongst them all. The students all shouted their thanks to Dumbledore and they exited the Great Hall anxious to go to sleep and forget about this whole ordeal.
McGonagall found Dumbledore and sat next to him at the Head's Table and squeezed his hand gently over the table. His eyes found hers and they understood each other perfectly. They loved each other. Their relationship would never change--they'd always remain 'just friends'--but the knowledge that they felt the same was the release of a great burden that neither had realized they were carrying.
Communication and language is an important thing. But sometimes, it is unnecessary when trying to be understood. No one knew that better that McGonagall, Dumbledore, Vaughn, and Sydney. Sometimes no words are needed.
Late in the night, while all the school was asleep, a dark shadow slipped unknowingly out of the castle and into the Forbidden Forest.
He waited in a clearing, casting his eyes nervously about, listening for any sign of a werewolf or lurking beast.
"You're late, Malfoy," came a cocky voice from just outside the clearing. A dark shadow joined Malfoy under the full moon, and Sark's face was soon revealed.
"That was an incident up at the school."
"I don't want to hear excuses. I want results. Your master--my employer--doesn't take excuses, you know that as well as I do. If you want to survive the coming battles and the war, you better learn to bring results."
"I don't take advice from you. If my father knew you were treating me this way, he'd tell our master and he'd--"
"He'd do exactly as I'm telling you he would. Now do you have anything to tell me?"
"Ron Weasley is dating that Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw and Potter apparently has feelings for that Granger mud blood."
"Potter has feelings for a girl, eh?"
"Yes, she's one of his best friends."
"Interesting. This could be a great help to us…What about Virginia Weasley?"
"There's nothing new with her. She still doesn't trust me completely."
"Make her trust you, or we won't be able to trust you, and you know what will happen then."
"I know what will happen. You've made that perfectly clear."
"Good. Now I bettergetting going. I have more important things to do than stay around and chat. Good night, Mr. Malfoy."
"Goodnight, Sark."
Sark apparated away and Malfoy spat at the ground, bitterly. "And good riddance."
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a/N: well, we hope you liked that new chapter, and that it was somewhat worth the wait. This chapter was inspired by "I am Understood?" by Relient K from the album "Two Left Turns Don't Make a Right, but Three Do."
sometimes it's embarrassing to talk to you to hold a conversation with the only one who sees right through this version of myself I try to hide behind I'll bury my face because my disgrace will leave me terrified
and sometimes I'm so thankful for your loyalty your love regardless of the mistakes I make will spoil me my confidence is, in a sense, a gift you've given me and I'm satisfied to realize you're all I'll ever need
you looked into my life and never stopped and you're thinking all my thoughts are so simple but so beautiful and you recite my words right back to me before I even speak you let me know, I am understood
and sometimes I spend my time just trying to escape I work so hard, so desperately, in an attempt to create space cause I want distance from the utmost important thing I know I see your love, then turn my back, and beg for you to go
you looked into my life and never stopped and you're thinking all my thoughts are so simple but so beautiful and you recite my words right back to me before I even speak you let me know, I am understood
you're the only one who understands completely you're the only one who knows me yet still loves completely
and sometimes the place I'm at is at a loss for words if I think of something worthy, I know that it's already yours and through the times I've faded and you've outlined me again you've just patiently waited, to bring me back and then
you looked into my life and never stopped and you're thinking all my thoughts are so simple but so beautiful and you recite my words right back to me before I even speak you let me know, I am understood
the noise has broken my defense let me embrace salvation your voice has broken my defense let me embrace salvation
the noise has broken my defense let me embrace salvation your voice has broken my defense let me embrace salvation
the noise has broken my defense let me embrace salvation your voice has broken my defense let me embrace salvation
your voice has broken my defense let me embrace let me embrace let me embrace salvation
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We hope you liked it and please review! We love them!
Lots of love,
Alias: Mystic
