Hello once again audience! This is the third installment of Conspiracy of Ravens!. Enjoy!
Disclaimer is in the first chapter of this fic.
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Harry was woken up to the sound of some light barking, sitting up with a yawn he looked over at the source, Lily. He let a small smile grace his features as he stood up and walked to the bathroom for his morning duties.
Caleb woke up to the sound of a closing door, and a paw coming down upon his face several times. "Yeah yeah, Lily. I'm up, I'm up.." he grumbled, shoving his face into his pillow for a few more seconds before climbing out of bed to get a start on his day. Caleb waited until Harry was out of the shower before hopping in himself. Once the boys were showered and dressed, they walked downstairs into the common room, making their way over to a couch that had Mindy, Hermione and Luna sitting in it. "Morning ladies, how was your night?" Caleb asked, sitting in a chair opposite of the girls.
Hermione smiled as Lily hopped into Luna's lap, giving her a pat on her head before answering. "It was good, the bed was sooo comfy!" she replied, smiling and giving a small yawn. Mindy gave a big smile and nod, agreeing with her as she yawned as well. The quintet talked for a while before they decided to head down for breakfast and to recieve their schedules.
Once in the Great Hall, Caleb sat Lily down next to himself on the bench, with Harry sitting next to him. The girls all decided to sit across from them, making it the boys and Lily on one side, with the trio of girls on the other. While they were eating, several girls of all ages, including Professor Sprout, stopped at the Ravenclaw table to pet Lily, with Caleb's permission of course. Lily herself was puffed up with pride at gathering so much attention, making Caleb smirk knowingly. Other than that, their breakfast went without a hitch.
"Your schedules, first years!" A smaller professor squeaked. The quintet turned to find themselves looking upon the deminitive Professor Flitwick, their head of house. Each recieved their schedule from him with a smile, with Flitwick lightly patting Lily on the head before moving down the table to pass out the rest of the schedules. Looking down, they began looking over them with frowns on their faces.
"We have most of our classes with the Slytherins.. This should be an eventful year." Harry stated, tossing his paper onto the table. "I'm really not looking forward to dealing with Malfoy for any given amount of time, let alone several hours a day." He griped, rubbing his face with his palms.
Caleb just chuckled and shrugged, placing his schedule into his bag and handing Lily a chuck of his toast. "We'll be fine, he just has to learn that all because he's a pureblood doesn't make him better than those of us who are muggleborn. You heard Hagrid and McGonagall, they both went on and on about how your mother was the brightest witch of her generation!" Caleb said, patting Harry on the back and hoping to make him feel better. "Thats also not mentioning that he himself is only from a Noble house. You yourself are descended from a Most Ancient and Noble house, remember? So you are already his better, in lineage and in personality." Caleb finish, making Harry and the girls all smile at his words.
"I suppose you're right. We might as well go grab our books and ask a prefect for directions to our first classes." Mindy said, finally chipping into the conversation. "Though I suppose boys can't be wrong about everything." She finished, smirking at the boys, whose shoulders drooped in resignation.
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After giving their thanks to Penelope, who had led them to their first Transfiguration class, they all settled into chairs in roughly the middle of the room. Caleb was sat at a table with Mindy and Lily, while Harry, Luna and Hermione were sharing a table to their left. Caleb smiled at the fact that he had four friends, besides Lily and his parents, and he had barely just started his schooling into the wizarding world. Little did he know that all of his friends were having extremely similar thoughts. The quintet looked up at the sound of light barking, seeing that Lily had hopped from her chair and up to the teacher's desk to stare at the cat they hadn't noticed sitting upon it. Caleb let out a light sigh, standing from his seat to retrieve his faithful companion. Once he got to the desk however, he noticed that the tabby cat seemed to have a weird coloration in its fur that looked like glasses. Getting what was going on, Caleb gave the cat a small wink before he reached out to scritch it behind the ears.
"This is so worth any trouble I'm going to be in." Caleb mumbled quietly as the cat leaned her head into his hand. After a little bit more petting, He stooped down to pick up Lily, and walked back to his desk with a small smirk playing across his facial features. Right as he sat down however, two boys came crashing in through the doorway, panting with what seemed to be the exertion of making it to class on time.
"Oh! She isn't here yet! We won't be docked any points for being late then mate." A familiar redhead said to his huffing and puffing companion, who just smiled at him before they took their seats in the table at the back.
Caleb just quietly held up his hand, counting down silently from three. On one, the cat jumped from the desk, transforming back into a scowling Professor McGonagall who was glaring at the two panting boys.
"That will be twenty points from Gryffindor for your tardiness, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Finnegan. Perhaps I should draw you a map? Or perhaps I could transfigure one of you into a pocket watch so you could tell the time?" She stated, clearly not happy that two of her own cubs had been late to their very first class. "Now, today you shall be trying to turn a match into a needle. It is quite a simple spell, which makes it a great start for first years." She finished, giving a swish of her wand. With the swish, the box that was on the corner of her desk opened and matches started floating to the students. Each student recieved three matches.
The class transpired quickly and quietly after that. The entire quintet managed to turn their matches into needles with time to spare, earning Ravenclaw twentyfive points in turn. They were also exempt from dealing with the written portion of the homework, though Hermione got permission to do it anyways, making the rest of the four laugh lightly. As everyone was packing up, Caleb was called to be held behind for a minute. Caleb slouched his shoulders as he nodded to the group, telling them to wait in the hallway for him. He then resignedly walked up to McGonagall's desk. "Ma'am?" He said in a questioning manner, placing his bag onto a desk next to him.
"I will be awarding Ravenclaw ten points for your ingenuity in seeing through my transformation. I will also be deducting ten points for your forwardness in petting me." She told him, watching him swell with pride only to deflate in resignation.
"I suppose I deserve that. Though it did seem you enjoyed it, with the way you leaned into my palm, Ma'am." Caleb stated, giving a light smirk at the light flushing of her cheeks, with her giving a small cough as she looked off to the side in embarassment.
"That is besides the point. Some of the feelings and instincts I have are not... always mine, so to speak. Some of them are of the feline that I transform into. You'd think after all these years I would be able to control them.." She grumbled in good humor. "How did you know I wouldn't attack you for getting too close anyways?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Lets just say I have a way with animals. Most of them anyways. Dogs, cats, most four legged critters, most reptiles, and even some wildlife like deer and the like tend to be more passive with me for some reason. I guess that now that I know I'm a wizard, I can chalk it up to my magic I suppose." Caleb answered, giving a shrug and giving Lily a pat on her head with a smile. "Now, would I be able to get a note for my friends and I? I don't wish for us to get in trouble on our first day of classes."
"Hmm? Oh, yes. I think that would be for the best." She stated, jotting a quick note down on some spare parchment and handing it to him. "Just remember, not all animals you come up against might not be so willing to be your friend, Mr. Beck."
"Yes Ma'am. I suppose you might be right, even though I have a perfect track record so far." Caleb said over his shoulder as he left, giving the professor one last smile before shutting her door.
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The quintet sat down for their first class of herbology, talking and joking about Caleb having been reprimanded for his actions. It was mostly the girls reprimanding him while Harry just sat by and let him earn his come uppance. The group was surprised when their quintet was joined by a Gryffindor boy, with him shyly just sliding into the seat and not wanting to disturb anything.
Caleb looked away from the girls, looking to the boy and giving a smile. "Howdy Longbottom! How goes your first day of schooling so far?" He asked in a happy tone.
"What? Oh.. It's okay so far I suppose." Neville answered quietly, looking at the floor with a light flushing in his cheeks.
"Well, that sounds good. Would you like to introduce yourself to the rest of the group? That way we can all be on even ground and such, yeah?" Caleb asked, placing his hand on Neville's shoulder, gesturing to the girls and Harry.
"Hullo.. My name is.. Neville Longbottom, Heir apparent to the Ancient and Noble house of Longbottom. It's nice to make your acquaintance." Neville said in a slightly more proud and hearable tone, making Caleb and Harry smile lightly.
Once everyone else gave a quick introduction of who they were, with Luna already knowing him from social gatherings that they had gone to when they were younger, they learned that Neville was actually quite the herbologist. It turned out that he had a large greenhouse at home filled with a large variety of plantlife, magical and nonmagical alike. Mindy was able to talk to Neville the easiest, with her having a bit of a green thumb herself.
The Herbology lesson went by just as quickly as the Transfiguration class, though Neville gave the entirety of the Ravenclaw contingent a run for their money when earning points from the professor. He wound up impressing the lot of the Claws, solidifying himself as the go-to guy for help out of the first years. Neville himself seemed to hold himself with a straighter back after the class was over, making the quintet glad that they seemed to be helping him out of his shell.
Neville agreed to join them in the Library for some studying and homework after lunch on the next day, which both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor first years had a free period. Saying their farewells, Neville walked off up stairs towards his common room, leaving the group of claws to head off in their own direction. Once back into the common room, they found a set of comfortable armchairs in a secluded corner near the in-room library. While the girls were perusing the shelves of books, Caleb and Harry were playing a game of Cribbage1, Caleb having gotten the board and deck of cards from his trunk upstairs. Caleb was in the midst of teaching Harry how to play when the girls came back over and placed a small stack of books on the coffee table between the chairs and retook their seats.
The boys just shared smirks and shakes of their head at the girls' need to read, continuing their game until the time to head down to dinner had arrived. They all packed their things before heading down as a smiling group towards the Great Hall. After a scrumptious dinner, the claws decided to just call it a night, being tired from an early morning and grueling work during Herbology.
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The next few days went as well as they could all hope, filled with early mornings, fun-filled meals, and challenging classes. Oddly enough, they hadn't had any problems with the Slytherins yet, making Harry and Caleb suspicious. The quintet were heading down towards the dungeons for their first potions class. Caleb and Harry weren't happy that this was the fourth class in the week that they shared with the stuck up Slytherins, but they hadn't really done anything to the Claws that would really constitute anything more than their current grumblings. That seemed to be something that a certain blond first year wanted to change as soon as they arrived outside of the potions classroom.
"So, the Harry Potter fan club has finally arrived, and look at that! They even have their own furry little mascot!" They heard a sarcastic drawl coming from the middle of the group of green and silver clad students. "They even brought along the fake Potter wanna-be! What's the matter? Don't like that you're not from an actual wizarding family, so you decided to fake it?" He continued, trying to goad the blue-clad duo of boys into something.
Caleb just smiled and placed a hand on the shaking Harry's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before taking a step forward. "Awww.. Is the ickle widdle Malfoy still cwabby that I hurt his hand and feewings? Does the baby need his momma to kiss it better?" Caleb replied, speaking to Malfoy as if he was a baby, making his cheeks quickly redden in anger. Caleb heard the stifling of laughter from behind him, making him smirk before continuing. "I can also see that you're mad that I happened to be more cunning than you, which is kinda sad seeing as I'm a Claw instead of a Slytherin. Hell, all I did was throw on a fake accent and you believed me at my word alone. So you should really be mad at yourself for letting yourself be fooled." Caleb finished, walking into the now-open classroom door after letting his friends through. Caleb seated himself at the side of the table facing in the direction of the door, avoiding being hexed in the back, hopefully.
Caleb followed Hermione and Luna's cue of pulling out some parchment for note taking, as well as his potions book. After a few moments of waiting for the teacher to come into the room, he looked down at Lily, having noticed that she was laying across his bag like a pillow, making him think about ways to get her a small, portable, dogbed or something like it. Caleb's thoughts were stopped by the entrance of the dark robed professor. The students all followed the professor's march to the front of the class, his robes billowing in a flowing manner.
"Afternoon students. You can all put away your wands, there will be no need for them in this class." Snape said in a deep tone to the sound of people placing their wands into their bags. "In this class, I shall be attempting to teach you the auspicious ways of potion brewing. I will teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, brew glory, bottle fame, and maybe even put a stopper in death." He continued, pacing to and fro in front of the class, his gaze passing over the tables of students and lingering on Lily for a few seconds. "May I ask, Mr. Beck, why you have your familiar with you?"
"I have special permission from the headmaster to have her in my company at all times, be that classes, meals, quidditch games, and even detentions. I have her with me due to problematic happenings in my past, until I feel I am able to be comfortably in the atmosphere of each individual classroom. I was also advised by Professor Flitwick that I should ask you to conjure a bubble-head charm for her once we start brewing." Caleb answered back politely, standing as he spoke. Though he noticed Malfoy's raised eyebrow about his troubled past, he chose to chalk it up to him learning something unexpected.
"That seems to be an idea of monumental importance. I personally, as a master potioneer, have no idea if the potion fumes would affect her or not." Snape answered with a nod, pulling his wand out and giving it a flick towards the fluffball laying on Caleb's bag, a large bubble appearing around her head even as her head laid upon her front paws. Snape then walked behind his desk, picking up a slip of parchment before he started taking roll call. Once he got to Harry's name, however, he paused and looked up from the parchment towards Harry, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It seems we have a new... Celebrity.. in my classroom. Tell me Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
Most, if not all, of the claws in the room raised a hand, though Harry looked a little peeved at having been called out. "You would get the Draught of the Living Dead, Sir." He answered, staring coldly into Snape's suprise-widened eyes. The professor schooled his features fast enough to make everyone believe they had imagined it, though.
"Ooh. So you decided to open a book before entering my classroom it seems. Where than, pray tell, would I find a bezoar." Snape fired back, raising an eyebrow at the boy.
Once again, the hands of the claws all around the room shot into the air, but Harry persisted. "You would find it in the stomach of a goat, and it is a cure to all but the strongest of poisons... Sir." He replied with a slight smirk gracing his face, his hands clenching under the table in anger.
"Well, I suppose you might be able to get lucky twice, shall we try a third? What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked, gesturing lazily with his hand towards Harry's table, a gleam in his eyes.
Harry leaned his head back slightly, thinking about where he had read about those plants, before realizing they had been on the same page. With a smile gracing his features once more, he answered again. "They just so happen to have no differences, they are the same plant going by different names, though that particular plant also goes by the name of aconite as well." He finished, raising a dainty eyebrow at the professor.
Nobody in the class spoke, once Harry finished answering the question as Snape visibly tensed. Snape then gave a small chuckle before shrugging and looking around the classroom. "Why aren't you all writing that down?! These are pieces of information that could make or break your grades and schooling." Snape snapped at the class, a quick scratching of several quills sounding throughout the classroom as everyone, including Harry, wrote down the questions asked along with their appropriate answers. "Now, your assignment is on the board, get to work." He finished, giving a lazy flick of his wand, making writing appear across the board.
The quartet of friends quietly gave Harry congrats in answering all of the questions correctly, though they were all curious as to why he was being targeted. They just put it up as something to learn at another time, and began working on the day's assigned potion. Once the end of the class came, they all had roughly the same coloring to their boil cure potions, though Hermione's looked ever so slightly more of the color needed. After turning in their work, the quintet left the classroom, with Snape canceling out the bubble-head charm on Lily. It was a happy group that headed towards their common room to have a nice evening of studying and conversation before they headed down for dinner.
Once they arrived in the Ravenclaw common room, they noticed a large group crowding around a noticeboard on the side wall. Upon inspection of the papers on the board, Harry and Caleb relayed to the others that the schedule for their first flying lessons were to take place on the next day, which happened to be saturday. The other paper was a notice from their head of house, Professor Flitwick, that he would be interviewing each first year, fifth year, and seventh year student individually in order to ask questions about what each student wanted to be when they graduated, and how the school was treating them and such.
The girls all smiled at the idea of having their meetings with the head of house, and started discussing what they all might wish to be when they graduated. Mindy went into a tirade of how she wished to be a Historian, or perhaps even the teacher here at Hogwarts for History of Magic. Everyone laughed lightly and agreed that it would be a nice change from Binn's 'History of Goblin Rebellions'.
Hermione said she hadn't really decided yet, but she was liking Transfiguration and Charms enough that she wouldn't mind trying to gain masteries in the two subjects. She also went on about how it was always her dream, since she had been younger, to become a professor of any given subject. Everyone gave a small smile at her revelation, making her face flush a light shade of pink at having rambled out her childish dreams, but was reassured that it was a good dream by the group.
Luna described about several of the creatures that her father and herself had been on several expeditions on to find, and how she had grown up loving magical creatures. She found that she wasn't embarrassed to say that she would love to settle down after exploring the world to find new creatures, or study already known creatures, by becoming a Care of Magical Creatures professor.
Harry went on to explain that the only thing he really knew about magic were what he had learned through their current week of schooling, and what Luna had spoken to them about. He then explained that he would probably have to think about a more permanent life-chosen career, but wouldn't mind perhaps becoming a teacher, or maybe just explore the world and see what magic has to offer. Everyone nodded to his explanation, considering they were only in their first year, so had several years to decide on it.
They all looked at Caleb, who had yet to overly put anything into the conversation besides the odd comment or compliment on someone's ideas. Caleb just shrugged and explained his love for animals and creatures, size truly didn't matter to him. His face brightened as he explained having gone to several zoos while he lived in the states, and all of the dogs and cats his family had owned over the years. Caleb left off with a small comment that becoming a professor wouldn't be a bad idea, and perhaps just becoming something of a zoologist wouldn't be too far out of his picturesque dreams either.
The quintet all shared smiles and laughs as they furthered the discussion, before they decided to get a start on their potions homework, which was an essay on the uses of the boil cure potion, and how it might be the wrong cure in certain situations. The essay itself was required to be a only a foot in length, though Hermione and Luna's turned out to be around a foot and a half in length instead, making the other three in the group smile at their friends' eagerness in learning.
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Saturday turned out to be a beautiful day, being bright and sunny with very little cloud cover. This brightly wonderful day saw the Ravenclaw first years walking along the lush field towards the courtyard designated in the notice. It turns out that they at least wouldn't be having to have the class with the Slytherins, which was a heavy relief to both Harry and Caleb, with neither of them having flown before. Both of the boys were talking excitedly about what they were hoping for the class to be like, while the girls were walking behind them and talking in a not-so-excited way. The girls preffered the 'keeping my feet planted firmly on the ground' way of handling things. The boys joked that if this class hadn't been mandatory, the girls might have just skipped it altogether.
Reaching the courtyard they needed, they noticed a crowd of red robed students already waiting with the professor. There were also two long rows of very ancient looking brooms laying in the grass. Once the group of claws gathered near the professor, she turned her bright yellow, hawk-like, eyes towards them and began speaking.
"Welcome, first years, to your very first flying lesson. Everyone line up next to a broom, Claws on that side, Gryffs on this one." She stated, gesturing towards the brooms before walking to stand on by the end of the rows. "Everyone have one? Good. Now the first item on the list for today, you place your hand in the air above the broom, and say 'Up!'. The broom should then fly up into your hand. This requires confidence and a feeling of control." She explained, pacing between the two rows of brooms and students, looking at each student as she walked.
Shrugging, Harry tried, giving a confident 'Up!' and was surprised that the broom flew straight into his hand. Seeing Harry do it so easily, the other students all started trying to varying degrees of success and failure. Mindy's seemed to hop about a foot in the air towards her hand, but also seemed to sense her lingering feelings of not wanting to fly, so decided against jumping into her hand. Luna's went all the way to her hand, but did so in a slow and wobbly fashion, looking as if someone had used a wand to levitate it instead. Hermione's just decided to roll over on the ground, almost as if pouting at having a student that didn't wish to fly on it. Caleb's jumped into his hand hard enough to sting slightly, apparently sensing his excitement to try flying. Harry and Caleb exchanged a light high-five before turning to watch the other students around them, sharing a small laugh at the girls' brooms' antics.
Caleb was rubbing his arm after Hermione and Mindy had swatted him for laughing at their misfortune, but decided to look around towards the Gryffs. He noticed Neville directly in front of him, whose broom was like Hermione's and was just rolling around for the most part. Deciding to help out a little bit, he called out to him. "Hey Neville, need help?" Making the boy look up in slight worry, giving away his intentions of not wanting to fly. Caleb just smiled lightly and tapped the bottom of his chin and straightened his back. "Confidence Neville, that's all you need is a little confidence, yeah? Just imagine you're needing the broom to fly to the greenhouses to see some new plants that arrived." Caleb said, gesturing to the broom a little with his hand.
Neville straightened his standing posture and held his hand up, giving a confident 'Up!', and the broom swung up and into his hand, making him smile in disbelief. "Wow, it worked!" The surprised boy exclaimed, looking to Caleb who just gave him a wink and a smirk.
"See? All you need is a little more confidence and you can do anything you set your mind to! Your a Gryffindor, for Merlin's sake, yeah? Thats the house of confidence and bravery, the hat chose to put you in that house. The hat seems to not be wrong with its choices, ya' know what I'm sayin'?" Caleb stated, walking forward and giving Neville a light slap to his shoulder and a smile, making the shy boy smile and nod at Caleb. "Good. Now, as a pureblood, you need to show us muggleborn how to fly correctly, don't ya'? Madam Hooch can't help all of us students at once, so we could use a little advice from someone else with experience." Caleb quietly told Neville, making the boy's posture straighten further, giving Caleb a strong nod of his head before he walked back over to his spot within the Ravenclaw's line.
"That will be fifteen points to Ravenclaw for helping out another student, Mr. Beck." Madam Hooch stated, giving Caleb a nod. Caleb just nodded back and waited for further instruction. "Now that we all have our brooms, carefully place the broom between your legs, and when I blow my whistle, I want you to lightly kick off from the ground and hover a few feet above the ground. As she placed the whistle into her mouth, something quite odd occured. When Neville placed the broom between his legs, the broom decided to just start floating away... With Neville going along for the journey!
"Come back here this instant! I haven't blown the whistle yet and you are going far beyond a few feet, young man!" Madam Hooch yelled, pointing at Neville who continued to float higher and higher.
"I'm not doing anything! It won't follow my control or anything professor!" Neville yelled back, paling at the thought of just floating away from Hogwarts and into the distant skies.
Thinking quickly, Harry kicked off with his broom, and flew up to grab part of the handle of Neville's. Neville's broom seemed to ignore the extra weight and continued floating ever higher. Caleb and a few of the Ravenclaw boys decided to fly in to help, all of them forming a sort of chain by grabbing onto the last persons' broom and all of them started trying to pull downward. It took the eighth student to finally halt Neville's ascent. Feeling relieved, he started to calm down slightly. That calmness, however, decided to diappear faster than an ordered house elf when everyone heard the sound of cracking coming from his broom.
Harry, thinking quickly again, changed his grip to both of his hands being on Neville's broom, making him have to hold onto his own with his legs tightly wrapped around it. Harry placed one hand at the base, right next to the tail, and the other right in front of Neville. This worked to stop the cracking sound, but made Neville start to lean slightly backwards. This caused the entire chain of flying students to start drifting toward a tower of the school. After a few quick seconds, the tip of Neville's broom handle smacked into the brick of the tower, making his broom snap in half. The force of it snapping made the chain of students below his to start plummeting quickly, but they all were able to make somewhat unsteady landings on the ground, while Neville was thrown from the broom, falling quickly.
With everyone's gasp, Neville was caught by the hem of his robes on a decorative spike that was jutting out from the tower. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, until they heard the sound of ripping. The next thing they knew, Neville was laying on the ground, cradling his right arm, with Madam Hooch running over to examine him. "Alright, its just a broken wrist, lets get you up to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey will have you fixed up in a jiffy." She said, helping the boy to his feet slowly. "Now, I will be escorting him to the hospital wing, if any of you decide to leave the ground on a broom, you will be expelled faster than you could say the phrase "Quidditch is the greatest wizarding sport ever!" She stated, giving a slight glare at the gathered students and earning quick nods in return.
Once she and Neville had made it into the school, a group of the Gryffindors started laughing uproariously. "Did you see his face? He looked like a scared little girl whose dolls were being taken away!" The redhead in the middle exclaimed, the boys around him laughing even louder. "Oh? Look what he dropped! It's a remembrall, maybe he would have fared better had he remembered to just stay home, the little squib that he is doesn't really deserve to sully the halls of this glorious school for people like us!" He stated, his face morphing into one of disgust.
Caleb and Harry were trembling with fury. How could someone from his own house speak of him like that? Though what happened next surprised everyone. The students around Caleb and Harry started feeling like there was a small tornado starting in the area. Upon further inspection, Caleb's light brown, shoulder length hair started to darken into a deep black. His bright blue eyes started turning into a blazingly bright shade of electric blue. Harry seemed to calm quickly at the sight of Caleb's apparent change in appearance, making some of the wind die down, but not by overly much.
The redhead and the group of people that were laughing could only look on in abject horror as Caleb started walking towards them in a slow, but steady march. The redhead started backing up frantically, backing into the wall of the tower as Caleb kept slowly advancing on him. Once directly in front of him he held his hand out and spoke, further surprising the group of students. "Give it to me, now." He stated in a deep, gravelly voice.
"Or what? You'll do something to me? My father works in the ministry! If you think you can do something to me without something happening to you, you'll be sorely mistaken!" The boy stated in a slightly more confident manner, standing straighter and hugging the remembrall to his chest. "If you think you're taking this from me, you're in for a sur-" His tirade was cut off when his air supply was cut off, his throat being constricted as he was lifted into the air. The boy started kicking frantically, trying to get air back into his system as he was lifted, singlehandedly, by the furious Mr. Beck.
"Oh? Is your daddy able to get here in the few seconds that it would take to pummel you into a pulp? I think not. Now, give. It. To. Me. I will only tell you this one last time." Caleb said, smiling in a somewhat sadistic way, looking the boy straight in his eyes. He held his hand out, and felt the weighty orb fall into it. Bodily tossing the boy a few feet away from himself, with him sliding a few feet further, Caleb smirked before turning towards the rest of the Gryffindors. "You call yourselves Gryffindors? The house of Courage, Confidence, and Loyalty? All I see here are a large goup of bullies. What gives you the right to treat someone as kind hearted as Neville Longbottom the way you do? I will not stand by while people like you treat innocent students like the garbage that you truly are. This is your only warning, there will be no mercy, there will be no excuses, and there will be no forgiveness." He said while walking towards the terrified Gryffindors, with each of them nodding fervently, afraid he would unleash his apparent wrath upon them.
"Good. NOW GET OUTTA MY SIGHT, YOU MAGGOTS!" He yelled, his magically enhanced voice creating a blast of wind toward the students. This sent red clad students scrambling to get back to the castle, with a few of them tripping and falling over a couple of the brooms before getting back to their feet to continue running. "Shit.. Not again! Where is.. Where is Lily!?" Caleb unexpectedly yelled, holding both sides of his head as he fell to his knees, thrashing his head back and forth before a small barking was heard from the direction that the Gryffindors had run. She quickly trotted up to his side, standing on her hind legs and began licking his face before she was hugged into his chest as he began breathing heavily, the wind that was swirling around him so fiercly started dying down once she was in his grasp.
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Well then! That actually wasn't how I was originally planning to run the flying class, but it turned out pretty good in my opinion! That is just my opinion, I suppose, and technically its YOUR, the reader's, opinions that really matter.
Hope you enjoyed the third installment of this fic! I'll be seeing you next time, then!