Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 19 - Realisations by Kirkmenistan
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Wizards are stupid.
This was something that Jet knew from fairly early on in his life.
They only believed what they could see with their eyes, and then only just if it was too ridiculous to not align with their perfect world.
Jet met with Nadja in the morning, their first lesson was labelled 'Physical, 1'.
They met with the other 100 new students… and the entire school.
This was the mandatory first lesson that all had to attend to judge your physical fitness. A few of the older students were not looking incredibly comfortable with this. They didn't follow their training regimen over the holidays and would be hard pressed to keep up.
Nadja was looking confident. Her numerous childhood adventures had kept her in good shape.
Jet was in deep thought. Should he either show them his true strength, or watch from the shadows? He decided on a mixture of both.
He would only keep up with the third years. At first.
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Ahead of them was room one, also known as the pitches. It wasn't a room as such, just an outdoor enclosure.
An enclosure that was currently filled with a brutal assault course. That became harder as the years continued, with the tunnel around the obstacle getting a little bit larger as the obstacles got harder and harder so the students could drop out if they wished.
Only the two upper years were expected to finish the course.
The Headmaster started the exercise with a bang from his wand.
The older years started sprinting out towards the first obstacle, a simple rope net climb. Many of these older students somehow simply jumped it clean in one.
Jet quickly eyed them with his fire vision… there were glowing strands of fire across their limbs where they channelled their magic to give them the edge, not unlike a dragon in flight.
Jet didn't show off like they did, but he did clamber up the rope very quickly, as if it was a simple ladder rather than a swaying overcrowded death trap.
The second was a tire run, with tires stacked twenty deep, if you stepped in the tire, you fell.
These increased in complexity and difficulty until Jet was one of the few first years left.
The others remaining were the ones that went through their first growth earlier than most, and thus had long limbs.
Soon it was Jet with most of the third years, and he decided that it was about time that he started to drop out, for appearances sake only.
They were now high up on a wires course, with nets beneath them.
Jet 'accidentally' over balanced and fell down. It almost physically hurt to throw himself out of a challenge but it would be better for him if they didn't know.
He joined the swarm of running children in the tunnels below the obstacles.
He finished the course well above his pears but not by so much as to arouse suspicion. He was just a very physically fit, half-savage child.
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After a quick rinse down the cold and wet students made there way to the next class. Well most of them were cold and wet, Jet was steaming.
Nadja noticed this and walked close to him, he was the warmest object in the swarm of children.
One of the older girls also noticed this. "How are you doing that?"
Jet looked puzzled. "What?"
"Heating yourself up." She clarified.
He shrugged, "I'm always this temperature"
The strange girl in question felt his forehead; it was burning!
Jet restrained himself from tearing the offending limb off his body, and it's owner's body for that matter. He would have to return fire…
"You're hot!" She almost yelped.
"Why thank you… but I'm a little young for you don't you think?" He said with a roguish smirk.
Nadja laughed as the older girl walked away, if only a little bit flustered by the confident first year.
They headed to their next class, Potions.
Professor Fierbe was a fairly quiet man, but he didn't need to shout to express his anger. Rather his silence regressed into one more ice-like when he was displeased.
Jet was fascinated by the art. So many things came together to create something with supreme properties, how mixing what he would consider waste in a certain way would create something that his species would treasure.
This was something worth learning. Besides, he found it quite soothing. The soft sound of bubbling cauldrons combined with the bank of fumes around the room, no matter how well ventilated it was.
A simple potion to replenish the drinker's stamina. The potion would be very useful when mining. Jet imagined large vats of it at the head of each new excavation team, where they could take a sip as needed over long periods of time.
After Potions came Transfiguration.
Professor Schimbarea was a Transfiguration Master, and rather the opposite of Professor Fierbe. He was an uncontrolled ball of fury, ex-DEAS member. When a short girl and the front asked what it stood for, he answered with a grin on his face.
Death Eater Assassination Squad. A team comprised of members from all the magical nations gathered for the sole purpose of eliminating Death Eaters.
His specialisation was swarming. As he calmly told them how he would create armies of scrimatula from the dirt, rocks, and trees around him, and send them at the enemy. Hundreds of the scrimatula were struck down, but the sheer weight of numbers took down the enemy.
They were also rather good 'kedavra-fodder' as he called it; things to block the Killing Curse.
Jet paid significantly more attention to the man after that. He was a threat, not a major one, but a threat nonetheless.
Lunch was a quiet affair.
Nadja watched unappetisingly as Jet ate the chunks of raw meat. "How can you eat that stuff?"
Jet looked up from his meal. "Stuff?"
"The offal." She said with as she gestured vaguely at his plate.
"Why do we call it offal and throw it away?" He countered.
"Because its disgusting?" She answered, unsure.
"Wrong, your mind tells you it's disgusting. It's perfectly nutritious, in some cases even more so that your average steak."
"But its offal!" She exclaimed.
"If that's what you choose to call it, yes. I prefer to call it liver." He shrugged, his ever-present hide-coat swishing as he did so.
"But it's raw!" She argued, still unconvinced.
"So is all meat everywhere. We are the only ones on the planet who burn it over fire." He answered decisively before going back to his meal.
This was just another thing about the boy called Jet that Nadia could not or would not understand; he was so strange.
To finish of the day's classes there was Herbology and fitness.
Professor Seminte was one of the two other female staff members in the school. She was also, to the other firsties, a very scary lady.
The way she casually remarked about the deadliest of plants in the greenhouses was natural to her, because she lived with them in almost perfect harmony; around her the plants seamed alive… And naturally this scared the little eleven year old's to the state where they were white with fright.
Jet was simply amused. He could see the fire within the lady reaching out to all of the living things around her, giving them a semblance of life. In the physical world they were the personification of her magical core. Beautiful when placid, but deadly when enraged. True power lay behind this one.
Fitness was a very boring affair. They were simply instructed to run around a track for as long as they could.
It was very dull… Jet much preferred flying to this comparatively simple, clunky method of mobility. He didn't even notice as his fellow year mates fell behind, as did the second years, the third years… It was only when he noticed that the pack he was running with were all about a foot and a half higher than he was that he decided to back off a bit.
Most gave him strange looks after that. Nadja just accepted it as another thing that the boy did.
The first day ended without incident for Jet, he hoped that something exiting would happen soon.
He was starting to find this magic business rather dull…
Little did Jetor Gerichman know that beneath the still waters of the Magical World, a dark leviathan awoke.
On the other side of Europe a man in an old castle was staring into six yellow eyes in three pairs, the first obstacle between him and his Master's will… and it had teeth.
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