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Chapter 3 A question, An answer
As the week rolled on meditation improved slightly. Although the class had yet to get though a full hour without interruption. She couldn't remember her or her friends ever having this much trouble, and that worried her. Before this she had only taught two students, and they were not even with her at the same time... What if she had made a mistake she did not recognize. The students would never become successful mages if they didn't learn the proper way to meditate.
By the time Saturday had come Sarah had lessons planed for each student. .
She had also convince herself that if the students saw what they might one day be able to accomplish if they worked hard. They might pay better attention in meditation.
She had arrived in her class room just fifteen minutes early. She had taught that would have been early enough. However, to her surprise she found Nevil Longbottom and Harry Potter both sitting at a desk reading, Mages and their Works.
"Nevil, Harry, what brings you hear so early." she asked.
"Nevil was the first to reply, "I wanted to make sure I wasn't late."
This made Sarah smile. Nevil had been late to every class she had given so far. "And What about you Harry?"
The young Potter looked a her with slight bags under his eyes, "My friend Hermione has been badgering me with questions for the last hour...I'd rather be in class than have to answer another one of her question. She already knows more about this thing than I do!" He smiled up at her, "You know, you two would probable get along really well. She's a real book worm and knows just about everything."
As this Nevil nodded his agreement. This made Sarah smile again. She then walk over to her small book shelf be side her work desk and withdrew her copy of, Mages and their Works. As she set in on the desk she noticed that both of her pupil's were starring at her. Next she placed her right hand firmly on the cover of the book, "Eair-in-tega Note-ro-domaue". She spoke to the book. At that an exact replica of the book, began to slide out of the original book's spine. When the process was complete. she took he newly formed book over to Harry, "Give this to your friend, and tell her she may send it back with you, whenever she likes."
Harry looked at her wide-eyed, "Thank you professor, and don't worry about the book she'll probably finish it tonight."
"I'm not." she said, as she used her pocket hankershift to wipe little droplets of sweet for her face. Copying a brand new book only using magic was hard work. As her friend Peter, a carpenter mage used to say, "it's work worth sweating over.?
Ten minutes later the rest of the class had arrived. Draco Malfoy, was the last to totter in just before six. "I hope you don't mind," he said, "but I didn't get around to reading your book. After all it's not like we have a test on it." He smiled, Sarah frowned.
This was not what she wanted to hear, "Well, Mr. Malfoy, if the book was to much for you to read, it seems a pity for you to just lug it around without a purpose." She smiled her most horny smile, "Of course for those of you who have read the class syllabus. You will know that those of you who do not understand the material are obligated to come back in the evenings and I will go over it with you...very, very, thoroughly." Malfoy was frowning now. She pretended not to notice. "Although since this is a first time offense I shall take pity on you. You do not have to come back and see me later unless-" She clapped her hands twice. Draco's book sprung out of his school bag and dropped heavily on his head. He tried to pull it off, without success. "- you want to get that book off you head." He ignored her and continued to pull at the book. "Yank all you want my dear Draco, but it will not come off till seven tonight. Which by the way, is the time I will see you here tonight to go over the material." A few people snicker. Draco just glared at her.
After meditation with went slightly better still, in the exception to Malfoy, Sarah assigned them to read the next four chapters in their books. Mean while she whet around to each student and gave them privet lessons. Her favorite was Karen Berow, because she was the most cooperative.
Her task was to stick her finger in bolls of water all at different temperatures. Sarah was greatly surprised that the girl got all but one right, "I like water." Was all she said.
Sarah's lest favorite was Harry Potter's. He was to manipulate a snake to go around an obstacle-course. The problem arouse when he lost control and the snake came after him.
Being forced to think fast, Sarah unleashed her magic. The hilt knife that lay in her right sock, flew at the snake. The knife went right threw it's tail and pined it to the ground.
After getting the class under control she freed the snake. When she realized that it was still alive, she instructed Harry to take it down to the Care of Magical Creatures, teacher, Hagrid. As she handed the boy the snake she noticed his eyes were full of tears. Sarah understood. In putting his magic into the snake a small part of him had been connected to the snake when it died. The young Harry was feeling as if he had watched a dear friend be stabbed.
Before she new it the lunch bell rang. She dismissed the class only after reminding Draco to come back and see her later. Although she knew he would not easily forget, for the book was still firmly attacked to his head.
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Sarah had spent two hours going over the first two chapters with Draco. About fifteen minute after he had left, Sarah hear someone knocking at her class room door, "Come in."
The door swung open banging heavily into the wall, to reveal a fuming Snape, standing on the threshold. "Good evening Professor. Pray, tell me why you have come"
Snape grimaced. Looking at her as if she were a fowl diseases. As he stowed over to her desk he said, "Draco Malfoy, came to my office today with a rather interesting story as to why a book was stuck on his head."
Sarah looked up into his dark, framing eyes, "Oh, is that so?"
"He told me that you did it as a sort of punishment for not reading a book you gave too him"
"It was an assignment."
"He says that he wasn't to be tested on it and didn't have the time to read it."
"It was an assignment." She repeated blankly her face showing equal emotion
"I don't bloody care! Listen here Professor, there are more important things to be done than your little homework assignment. Things that ARE to be graded. Also I have no idea what you have been thought, but around here we do not humiliate and embarrassed students. For not doing something as simple as a little reading assignment. Around here we take way house points and give detentions."
"Well professor, if you agree that the assignment was so simple, would you mind telling me way Mr. Malfoy couldn't spare me thirty minutes of his time to read the book- And before you answer let me remind you that both Harry Potter and Nevil Longbottom, ALSO fifth year students found time to read my SIMPLE assignment."
"So are you saying that one of my students purposely did not read your book!"
"He came in here parading around the fact that he had not in fact done the assignment-OFCOUSE that is what I am saying!? At that moment, every book, quill, ink bottle, and weapon in the room quivered. They all wanted to come to her aid, to duel with the fuming Snape. Using her power she told them all to remain where they were. She did not wish to harm someone who had not harmed her. No matter how rude he had been.
"I demand you to take that back at once! No student of the Slytherin house will ever willingly defy a teacher. You have no right-?
"No! You have no right! You come barging in here and criticize my teaching methods. When I know very well that you are no saint when it come to publicly humiliating student either!?
"How dare you judge me that way! Good day Professor!"
As he walk out the door a bottle in the corner of the room exploded. As soon as he was out of sight Sarah rushed over to the mess. She had though it to be an ink bottle. Her anger would have made it explode, but as she looked at the broken pieces she realize that wasn't the case at all. The bottle had been a potion vial. Full of bruise balm. This made Sarah baffled, this was not her work. Her magic and her temper could only effect things that were tied to her magic, and potions was not one of them. So then what had cussed it?
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Late at night Sarah sat at her work table in her library. Piles of book on table and floor around her. What had caused that bottle to brake she wondered. How could her powers effect that bottle. Every time she reconsidered it. No matter how many books she had shifted though. The answer still came up the same, she couldn't. Her magic could not touch a single eliminate in that bottle. Then why had it erupted? Some people might think that something as simple as a broken bottle was nothing to fret about, and they were right. Assuming that was all it was, a broken bottle. However stray magic, especially mage magic was indeed a great cause for alarm. Her friend Merra once use lighting to electrocute a tree to nothing but asses on accident. Stray power was deadly, and Sarah wanted no deaths at Hogwarts.
'Be reasonable she told herself. Who was in the room?'
Me and Severus.
'Who out of those people has mage magic?'
Just me.
'Can my powers effect healing produces?'
No.
'So, could anyone have done it?'
No.
Sarah was now getting angry with herself. What had happened? She would do anything to now what had happened. Even if it was at her own expense. She would not let anyone else die because of mage magic again. Sarah wiped tries from her eyes. Her parents had done all they could to save her and there home. Unfortunately, they could not save her and come back to be with her a well.
All of the sudden Sarah found herself to be very tired. So she changed into her night cloths. Then, went to bed.
Severus Snape was standing in front of a large cauldron. As he stirred a steaming mixture he added a green, powdery ingredient from his palm. His lips moved slightly as he muttering an incantation. He stirred the pot once more, having to reach out as far as his arm would go to circle all of the large cauldron. He let the spoon rest in the boll, as he waved both his hand over the potion. His lips were moving furiously. The flame under the fire was growing white hot. Then Severus froze. Despite the fire that still roared under it, the potion was now solid, orange ice. It did not even care to drip from the intense heat. Severus had gone pale and unmoving. His eyes were ablaze.
Then, it happened so fast Sarah was not sure she had seen it at all. A tiny flame that had gone unnoticed to Sarah's gift of magical vision died. It seemed to go out so quickly, as if the ice potion had been used to dowse the flame. 'But,' Sarah protested with herself, 'That very flame that had been inside of Snape. Was a much smaller version of the one that burned inside her, her mage power.
Just then Sarah's vision became cloudy, and her mind fogged. Then she awoke.
Her night shirt was covered in sweat. Her blankets too were damp. 'It was just a dream.' she told herself firmly. 'Nothing more.'
However, her memory was to good for that. The dream had seemed so real...so life like. Also she remembered her friend Scott, a seer mage tell her that her gifts, allowed her to scry in dreams. She could break into the time stream of past, present, or future, in her dreams. But had it been just that?...a dream...Sure it had seemed real enough, but a lot of her dreams were as such. The clues though...the subject. True, the fact that she had been thinking about Severus as she went to sleep, and the events of the day could have lead her to dream about him. Although it could also lead the other way. Those same things could also make her subconsciously scry. But if she had been scring, what time stream had she broken. Furthermore, what did the dream mean. An internal fire the same as her own. A cauldron, like the bottle doing unusual things. It was all to much to bare. The fact that she was now sure of would make her life and his much harder. The fact that their was a mage to be found, in Severus Snape.
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I know this is rather short but the story flows better when cut off here.
Also thanks to all the help with comments and stuff. I think I might put a list or if this stupid thing decides to work links of all my favorite stories. It would be at the end of each chapter and any reviewer's stories are welcome. Of course that is if your isn't up their already.
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Aysel Nakia: The names were a grate help and I think their is a few I will use. I mean yours are a lot better than mine. First off they actually mean something and second their not 40 characters long. I love you story and will continue reading as well.
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I tried out for the 'Power of the Pen' team at school. I was on it last year but their is A LOT more people trying out this year. Gods I hope I make it.
Also is anyone else ready to take a torch to the runners of this site for shutting it down for the last few day. I mean really my social life is so pathetic it not like I have any thing else better to do.
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My history teacher Professor R. as in Run, Run, Run away or meet Professor F!!! Scared the Bloody day light out of me. My mom had gone to parent teacher conferences the night before- or as I like to call them Have the teacher give you a million and one reasons to ground your kid meetings. The next day I was the first one into 5th period history which gave me about 20 seconds alone with the guy and he said "Good Morning Sam." I at the time had been thinking of a rather scary part of this one story and hearing him call my name felt like I had just been set to burn.
Which by the way is my greatest fear just like Franklin Roosevelt... Oh&$# I really learned something... From a teacher... What kind of 8th grader am I??? The kind that has a date with over twenty pages of history notes- BYE!