Chapter 16 – Unmodest or Immodest?

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AN - i'm almost reluctant to post this chapter cause it's a little...wierd. I think iwas on some sugar high, or caffine, when i wrote it. It entertained me at the time, but now i just think it's all a little...unnesesary. But anyway, tell me what you think i suppose, don't worry, i'll get back to the plot in the next chapter.

"Well you're sure in a happy mood." Remarked Ethan as Jake grinned into his eggs one morning. He nodded excitedly at his friend's observation.

"What happened to your obsession with your 'odd' teacher?" queried Evie, taking a bite of toast.

"Who cared about Sarscan now, we're about to have the best day of our lives – or so says Aaron." They all stared at him curiously. "We have flying lessons today!" he cried. They all rolled their eyes.

"In case you've forgotten, we all know how to fly. Well except Drea here, but she'll catch on quickly, she always does. It's bound to be dull to have to sit there and be taught as slow as molasses." Jimmie said. Jake sighed at his friends, as if he knew more than they did, which amazingly, in this situation, he did.

"I don't think you understand the gravity of the phrase I just uttered." He said arrogantly.

"Then enlighten us Jake." said Evie intolerantly.

"Well, it'll be dull for you girls of course, but my mates. Oh my mates. You have no idea, well neither do I… but I have an older brother to tell me…"

"Out with it Jake!" cried Ethan impatiently.

"The instructor." He paused, taking a deep breath, as if to calm himself. "She is apparently…a goddess. And apparently she dresses…unmodestly. Oh we're in for such a treat." He said, practically drooling. Evie gave him an incredibly dirty look and actually scooted away from him.

"Augh, you guys are horrible." She snarled, then as if an afterthought she added, "And it's immodestly you idiot." Though it appeared she corrected him even against her own will. Jess and Drea also gave them looks. Jake shrugged at them, and then went back to chatting excitedly with the guys.

Unfortunately for Jake, he had to sit through another class of Sarscan talking, twitching, and obsessing over him. Jake stared at him; eyes half open as the professor excitedly showed them how to do a simple transfiguration spell on a rubber ducky. Just as Jake was about to fall asleep he heard Sarscan practically shout his name in excitement.

"What?" he muttered sleepily. Even though he was sure that the professor knew that he had been sleeping, the man still looked thrilled.

"Come, come I want you to try this." He said. Jake stifled a groan and trudged up to the front of the room. He listened to Sarscan's instructions again and transformed the ducky with ease into a hairbrush. Sarscan appeared as though he were going to have some sort of attack.

"Oh that was wonderful Jake, absolutely perfect!" by then end of the praise he was nearly squealing. "Stay after class, I want to show you something." The professor said before letting Jake sit back down. Jake had to bite back another groan at the thought of staying after class to endure Sarscan's incessant worshipping again.

After the class was dismissed Jake reluctantly walked up toward the professor's desk and the professor grinned at him.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." He said, and dashed off. Jake sighed, and let his eyes wander and his eyes met the messy desk. Curiosity began to get the better of him and his eyes darted around the room before resting of the desk and scanning the papers, flicking some stuff out of the way his eyes landed on a picture frame. He had a short battle within himself, between curiosity and better judgment. Curiosity won out, as it so often did.

Lifting up the frame he had to stifle a gasp. There was Sarscan, a good twenty years ago, looking very much younger. In his arms he had a beautiful young woman who was continuously laughing and brushing her fingers against younger Sarscan's scraggly cheek. They appeared to be on picnic as they were in what seemed to be a park. They were sitting on a classic checkered table cloth with food around them.

Then there were the children. There were two little girls, playing with jam and giggling. Then there was a slightly older boy who was munching on potato chips happily and grinning.

Jake figured that Sarscan must have had a family, but didn't get to think on it much longer.

"What are you doing?" Came a very strict sounding voice. Jake immediately dropped the picture on the desk and looked very much like a deer in headlights. In two large strides Sarscan was next to him and breathing down his neck threateningly.

"Who do you think you are? Going through my stuff? What gives you the right to do that you little brat!" the professor screamed. Jake began to shake, actually afraid, and cowered in front of the tall man. He thought Sarscan had been angry before when he'd done the prank, but no, not this angry.

"Answer me child!" he screamed. Jake began to stammer.

"I…I… was just…looking…it was just…there. I'm sorry, I shouldn't'…have been snooping I…I'm sorry." He looked to the ground, but he knew that Sarscan had his finger pointed at him, and knew that behind that finger there was boundless power of wandless magic in his professor's gifted hands. He listened as the professor took a few deep, ragged breaths before his hand dropped to his side. Jake looked up uncertainly.

"Just leave." The professor said through clenched teeth. Seeing the professor calmer, Jake's fear faded and his curiosity replaced it almost immediately.

"But, if you don't mind me asking Professor, are they your family? What happened, where are they?" he asked. The professor went purple in the face, and Jake was certain that he would hex him into oblivion. But the professor's hand flew away from being directed at Jake and slammed his classroom door open.

"GET OUT!" the professor screamed. Jake, not wanting to seriously risk his life fled the room immediately.

At lunch Jake told his tale colorfully. It was thought about, but no conclusions were made. They were all counting on Jimmie asking Snape again before they tried anything more drastic. Soon talk wavered back to extraordinary flying instructor the first year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were going to see right after lunch.

So the first years congregated, the boys excited, the girls all bored and frustrated with the boys immaturity. However the boys were not disappointed as rumors were proved true when the instructor walked out before them. Talking immediately stopped and all the boys turned to useless drooling dummies, even at the age of eleven.

"Hello boys and girls, my name is Madam Julin, and I am here to teach you how to fly." She said, smiling showing her bright white teeth through a perfectly shaped mouth. She was average shaped and height, but was very young and had an incredibly pretty face with huge blue eyes and blonde hair – and then there was the fact that her breasts were a few sizes big for her body. And it didn't help her at all that under her robes, she had on a skimpy tank top and low rise jeans that showed the boys every curve they wanted to see.

"Is it flying that you wanted to teach us?" whispered Jake, slightly breathless, causing the other two boys to snicker. Madam Julin began to speak again, and everyone began to move and get brooms. Evie gave the boys a disgusted look, but her and the other two girls stayed in a group with the boys. As they took their place in a line, right next to Madam Julin, Madam Julin faced the group again before she began her lecture however she fanned her face.

"Wow, it's uncharacteristically hot now isn't it?" she said brightly and removed her cloak. Evie watched as the three boys became even bigger drooling idiots. When Madam Julin walked away from them so that she was facing the student in more of the middle of the group, the boys' eyes watched her go.

"Thank you God for the uncharacteristic heat." muttered Ethan. Evie looked up, disgusted again. However, this time there was some hurt and more anger in her eyes.

"I thought I could expect better from you at least." she said, disappointed, and stalked away from the boys who, unfortunately for them, barely even noticed she left.

AN - eh, yeah. It did help build some characters though, i suppose, i dunno.