Chapter 12 – Part 1
6:30 AM, Friday 8th of September 1974
The next morning saw Antares rise from his bed with a large smile on his face. Last night had been absolutely incredible, and was exactly what he had needed after his very stressful first week back at Hogwarts.
Every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire as he rolled out of bed and got to his feet. Apparently hours of intense sex wasn't without its drawbacks. He was hardly going to complain about it though. The pleasure he had both given and received was well worth the minor discomfort.
Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, he walked over towards his bathroom and turned on the shower with a flick of his wand. Magically created water that was perfectly temperate began to fall from the ceiling. Pulling off his boxers and sweatshirt, he opened the glass door and stepped into the shower.
The effects of the warm water were all but instantaneous, washing away his aches and pains until they were naught but a dull throb. Closing his eyes, Antares basked in the warmth of the water as it washed away the dirt, sweat and scent of sex that covered his entire body.
Grabbing a bar of soap and a washcloth from a nearby shelf, he quickly washed the rest of his body, as well as washing his hair with a combination of Shampoo and conditioner. Turning the water off he exited the shower, his magical mat drying him as soon as his feet had touch its surface.
Staring into the mirror the covered the wall, he took his time getting dressed into his school robes. For the first time in a month he was genuinely happy. His night with Maxine had been refreshing to say the least, and had drastically improved his mood. He had definitely made the right decision choosing her for the job.
When he had chosen her for the position, he hadn't known what to expect from her, sex wise that is. He had honestly just thought that she was extremely attractive women and had basically chosen her based on that fact alone.
He hadn't known if she was a virgin, or extremely sexually active like himself. He had no knowledge of whether or she was one of those girls who thought giving head was "dirty" and only liked to have sex in the missionary position. It hadn't taken long for him to get answers to his many unanswered questions.
She had confessed to him that she wasn't a virgin, but had only had one sexual partner in the past, a boy she had met whilst on holiday the previous year. She hadn't much experience and he found that he kind of liked that about her. There was just something satisfy about showing a girl all of the things he could do to them make them feel good, especially to someone who was a complete novice.
The females pleasure was his first priority when it came to sex, followed closely by his own. Disappoint one teenage female during sex and every other female in the school would hear soon about it. It was as close to social suicide as one could get, and was not something he ever wanted to experience firsthand.
Checking his reflection in the mirror and finding nothing out of place, he exited the bathroom. Grabbing his book bag from beside his bed, he picked up the last courting gift for Helena and exited his room. As per usual he made his way down to the Quidditch pitch were he then did his morning exercise regime. Once he had completed that, he made his way up the Owlery, where he sent Helena's final courting gift off with his trusty owl Aquila. Descending the spiralling staircase two steps at a time, he made his way back to the Castle in just enough time to meet his friends in the Great Hall for breakfast.
3:45 PM, Friday 8th of September 1974 – Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom
"Boggarts. Who can tell me what they are? asked Professor Graves loudly once his group of sixth year students had settled down.
Seeing that nobody else was going to answer, Antares decided to speak up, "Shapeshifters".
"Correct Mr. Black. 5 Points to Slytherin" replied the Professor, before going on to explain what a Boggart was in more detail.
"A Boggart is a shapeshifter that changes its form based on whatever you fear the most. It is this defence mechanism that makes them particularly frightening to deal with. A simple spell does exist to repel, and that is what I shall be teaching you today. However, we will be doing the practical assessment in a 1 on 1 session. Does anybody know why this is?"
"Because there is so many of us, it will be confused and will be unable to decide what to turn into" said Xavier from his position beside Antares at the front of the class.
"Correct Mr. Nott, but there is another reason also," said the Professor with a small smile, "Our deepest fears are sensitive information, information that you wouldn't really want to share with the rest of the class. A 1 on 1 session with me will ensure that no one else can use your fears against you, not that they would I would hope".
The majority of the students looked relieved at this information, Antares included. He wasn't sure what his deepest fear was, but he knew that whatever it was it most likely could be used against him from his enemies, whoever they may be.
After explaining the spell they were going to be using, the Riddikulus charm, the professor explained to them how a strong mind and good concentration were needed for the spell to work, and that amusement and laughter was the key to dispelling a boggart into a less-threatening and more comical form.
"Okay everybody, that's enough practice. Time for the practical assessment" called Professor Graves after 15 minutes of teaching his class the Riddikulus charm.
"Now the Boggart is located in a wardrobe across the hall. Each of you will be called over one by one, were you will then demonstrate your ability to perform the Riddikulus charm. Once I have given you your grade, you will return here and wait for the rest of the class to complete the assessment. Nobody leaves until everyone is able to successfully confuse the Boggart. Do I make myself clear?"
The entire room nodded their head in understanding.
"Excellent," smiled the Professor, "Now, who'd like to go first?"