I made this one a bit longer now since I devided it a bit crappy. Th enext chapter is already written, I only need to type it :P
Chris spent the rest of the weekend in the Hospital Wing, sleeping most of the time. His friends visited him frequently, but Miss Appleton didn't allow them to stay for long. Professor Semsing came once too to tell him that he might have a solution. The rest of the time he read. He read to escape his thoughts, to forget his past.
On Monday morning he got released from the Hospital Wing. When he arrived at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall, he was greeted by Becks, Marc, Weebee and Alan. He sat down and listened to their stories and filled a bowl with cereals. So now and then he smiled politely when he heard Weebee and Alan tell about the pranks they pulled on students and teachers. They already got detention with Professor Geddit because they exchanged his wand for a fake one. Really old trick, but it worked anyway. After he finished his cereals he took some slices of bread and looked through the Great Hall. At the Teachers Table he saw that Professor Dumbledore was in a deep conversation with Professor Semsing and Professor Geddit. He turned away when Dumbledore looked at him and looked over to the Slytherin Table. He still hadn't heard anything from Sol about their project. Sol was looking at him, and he was unable to look away. She looked worn out as if something had happened during the weekend. She gave him a sly smile and turned away to Roman and began to whisper with him. Chris shook his head and continued eating his bread. When he was finished he stood up and left the Great Hall. There he shouldered his bad and walked onto the court yard where he sat down on a bench. There he waited till classes would start. He watched all the students who were coming out of the Great Hall and he joined Weebee and Alan on their way to Defence Against the Dark Arts and overheard a bit of their conversation
''Do you think Geddit is still mad with us?'' Asked Alan and grinned evilly
''Think so you redhead. Didn't you see how he looked at us after his wand exploded?'' Weebee giggled
''Stop doing that girlish giggle'' Alan said and slapped Weebee against the back of his head ''Otherwise everyone will think that I'm just as bad as you are. It will ruin my reputation''
''Which reputation'' Asked Weebee, ducking skilfully another slap from Alan and ran ahead. Alan shook his head smiling and looked apologizing at Chris. ''Ignore that…That's just Weebee''
Soon they arrived at the classroom and went in, sitting down in the back of the class. Rebecca arrived soon after them with Marc and she sat down next to Chris. ''how are you feeling?'' she asked him, sounding concerned.
''I'm alright'' he assured her and shut up the moment professor Geddit entered the room. He shut the door with a loud thud, just to make clear that he wanted complete silence from now on. Then he cleared his throat and began to speak.
''Today we will be duelling in front of the class. I will pair you up, then they come forward and the duel will begin. I will stop it when I think it is enough or when someone of you gets knocked out, not that I expect it to be like that…And the use of The Unforgivables is strictly prohibited '' He glared around the class, looking shortly at everyone and a smirk playing around his lips.
''Brown and Lumar wouldn't be a good idea, neither would Weasly and Lumar be. At least not now'' He paused for a second ''Mister Brighton and Mister Deban would be perfect for each other'' Said professor Geddit and took out his wand. With a flick, he put the front tables and chairs away so that there was room for a duel. Then he gestured Chris and Glenn to come forward and let them stand in front of each other.
''Greet each other'' the professor said when he sat down and Chris and Glenn gave each other a short nod ''When I count to three, you may begin. One..Two..Three!''
Immediately after Professor Geddit said 'three' Glenn already fired a hex at Chris, but he blocked it easily with a Protego. Now they slowly circled around each other, waiting for the other to begin. Chris felt how the adrenaline began to rush through his veins and his whole body tensed up. It felt like he was back again, back on the battlefield. Now he only saw Glenn, nothing else. He knew that there were people watching and especially the professor but he couldn't care less. Glenn was also trained, he suspected. After all, he was meant to join them as soon as he left Hogwarts.
''what are you waiting for?'' Chris hissed at Glenn ''Or are you just too scared to strike? I wont hex you into oblivion with an Unforgivable''
''shut up'' Glenn hissed back at him and suddenly launched forward and muttered a Blasting Spell that send Chris flying through the air and falling on the ground. Chris stood up quickly, and yelled ''Diffindo!'' and pointed his wand at Glenn's chest. Glenn fell on his knees, clutching his chest. His robes where cut open and blood was running through his hands, dripping on the floor. He stared at Chris who approached Glenn to finish him. A sharp voice brought him back to reality ''stop it!'' he heard someone say and when he blinked with his eyes, he saw an angry Professor Geddit standing in front of him
''Mister Lumar, take Mister Brighton to the Hospital Wing, the rest of the class is dismissed, except Mister Deban''
When everyone had left the room, the professor turned around to face Chris
''That was an unnecessarily attack…and extremely dangerous. The headmaster has informed me about your circumstances, but I can't tolerate that you nearly killed one of my best students''
''And as you are aware, Sir, I used a normal spell that even second-years can use. I did nothing you prohibited so you have no right to hold me here or to punish me in any way. And if you'll excuse me now, I have a Muggle Studies class and I'm already late..''
With that he turned around and left the room.
Chris was just in time for Muggle Studies and sat down next to Sol, who was surprisingly there.
''shouldn't you be in the Hospital Wing together with the rest of your friends?'' he asked her in a matter of fact tone ''he's your boyfriend after all''
''He isn't…'' Sol said shortly ''But let me give you one advice, stay out of his way for the rest of the week…I don't want to miss the presentation again because of YOU!''
Chris opened his mouth to react, but didn't come so far because Marc and Weebee were standing in front of the class now, telling them to shut up.
''Hush! Let us speak!'' Marc yelled and whistled hard on his fingers. When the class was silent again, Weebee stepped forward
''Well...We are here today to tell you about the nice way that Muggles spend their leisure time.'' Weebee began.
''Yeah…We'll be telling you something about sports since that is the most interesting part of it…'' Marc continued ''Weebee will tell something about the various sports that are similar with the Wizarding ones. ''
''Ehm…Right… Well. There are many ones that resemble the wizarding ones, for example chess. In the muggle world, chess is an official sport art. They have these big tournaments we don't have. They use non-moving pieces, like these'' He picked one up and showed it to the class and let it pass around ''You play it by moving them yourself.''
''Then a bit of a more active sport is basketball'' Marc cut in ''It's a bit like Quidditch, but then on the ground and only two rings, one for team A and one for team B. You have to throw through them to get a point. Look at the field they use…'' and he pointed at Weebee who held a piece of parchment in the air. ''Look, this is the so-called 3-point line. If you throw into the basket from the inside, you get 2 points. Every shot you take outside this line will give you three points. And then last but not least, you have the Free Throw. That is given to you when you foul a player, like Slytherins do often with Quidditch…''
Chris felt Sol stiffening up next to him when Marc said it, and a smirk formed around his lips.
''Anyway…and the next difference is that you play it with only 5 players and with only one ball.'' Marc ended and Weebee fold the piece of parchment again and continued
''then there are various sports that don't resemble the Wizarding ones like biking. You ride this thing…'' Weebee pointed at Marc who showed them a Muggle Photo of a bike ''and who has the best time or finishes first wins. The same things with the so-called Formula 1 car…'' and held up a picture himself ''And that was it about the Muggle sports…Are there any questions?''
Nobody asked anything and Professor Witt stepped forward and thanked the 2 boys ''Thank you very much, that was a really good one. You amazed me, you looked everything up very well…''
Weebee and Marc gave her a polite smile and returned to her seats
''Well, on Friday we have Chris and Sol, and no excuses this time'' Professor Witt said and looked at them with a stern look ''But for now, I don't have any other persons who have to do their thing so you can either work on your project, or leave…''
As you could expect, everyone stood up and left. Chris was one of the first, but waited outside till Sol came out, which wasn't much later. Chris grabbed her roughly by her and dragged her away till they stood a bit more apart.
''Let go of me'' Sol hissed dangerously ''Or I'll start screaming''
''You wont, nobody here wants to help you anyway…'' Chris replied calmly and loosened his grip ''Have you already come up with a place to prepare for Friday?''
Sol wriggled herself free and stepped back ''Yes'' she said shortly ''Thursday, 7 PM on the 7th Floor. Be there…'' Sol locked her eyes with his for a moment before she turned around and walked away, pushing some 2nd years aside and not being bothered by their protest. Chris knew…He had to be there…
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It was a bit longer...so please review:D