A/n – ummm….Grindylow is the correct spelling. Even the Professor got it wrong, but I am sure that she meant it with an "I" instead of a "Y".
A British Werewolf in America
Part 2 – First day of Class
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Bobby Drake and Sam Guthrie laughed as their paper plain landed in Rahne's hair. She grabbed it in one fist, squashed it like a particularly pathetic bug and threw it back at Bobby. "Jerk" could be heard as she did so, but this just made the boy's laugh all the more.
The class consisted of eight students all together. Professor Xavior believed that smaller classes helped the students learn more and so where a teacher would have only one class a day in a normal school, there where five a day, one for each level of Mutant training. Remus had personally taught seven at Hogwarts, and so the multiple class system did nothing to make him nervous.
Jubilation plopped down at her seat, the last to enter the class room before Professor Lupin closed the door and flicked his wand at the windows. The once darkened room was now bright with sun light; "That's much better," he smiled. He put two large ledgers on the desk that faced the students. Instead of taking a seat though and setting them boring paper work that they wouldn't retain anyway, he leaned against the desk and smiled at them.
"Well, for those of you who do not know, I am Professor Remus Lupin, I am your substitute till Professor's Summers get back. Now, I am also a Wizard," Professor Lupin explained, "How many hear have met a Wizard?" he asked.
"You're the only Wizard!" came a call from a boy Jamie, who sat in the back row,
"Yes, I suspected as such. Well, Mr. Slater from the Continental Magical Institute wanted me to explain to you what a Wizard is and how our class system is set up. I'm British and so the American social standards are different from the one I grew up in," Professor Lupin gave the class a look.
A hand sprang up and Professor Lupin called upon Amara who was busy touching up her make-up; "So, what are you?"
"What do you mean by that?" Professor Lupin asked, clearly flummoxed by the question.
"Well, there are different levels of Wizard right?"
"We don't' go by levels, some are proficient with magic more than others, true, but that goes the same for you. One is better at Fire and another at water or ice. It doesn't mean that one Wizard is better than another," Professor Lupin replied.
Bobby raised his hand next; "Are there any Dragons?"
"Yes, in fact there is a Dragon Sanctuary in Romania, headed up by Charlie Weasley," Remus replied.
"I'll cover more about dragons and other magical creatures later, are there any other questions?"
"Yes, is it true about this Harry Potter and Voldemort fellow?" Rahne Sinclair threw up her hand up didn't wait for Professor Lupin to call on her.
"It is, it is also a very long story, but it should give you a good picture about our politics. Harry Potter is the son of one of my best friends, James. He and Lily died on Halloween and little Harry survived the killing curse. No one has survived it and so he is quite remarkable," Professor Lupin grinned.
"He's a good student too, I was able to teach him and his friends last year. Anyway, Voldemort, or as he is most know as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, was defeated by his own curse, but we do know that he is still around by some Death Eater activity. Death Eater's kill Muggles and any Witch or Wizard that stands in their way. They are ruthless," Professor Lupin's tone took on a harsh edge.
"Please, sir," this from Jubilation, "What is a Muggle?"
"Oh yes, how silly of me!" Professor Lupin chuckled, "A Muggle is someone who is not magical,"
"Like us?" Sam asked.
"Not exactly, you are Mutants, I don't think that makes you a Muggle," Professor Lupin shrugged.
The rest of the class was spent giving the student's normal, every day Wizarding words. They broke for lunch while Professor Lupin prepped for his next class. He taught two classes in the morning before his own lunch break and then three in the afternoon; the last being at four o'clock.
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Two days Before Dorian met with the Death Eater, he had been at home. His mother, Lora Leach, had been at a Mutant Seminar that teached against the criticism of Mutants in general. Dorian had been ready to go to bed when the front windows of the living room had been blown inwards. He recognized Legion, three identical brother who worked on and off for Magneto.
"What do you want?" Dorian called out to them.
"We have a message, from Magneto," Lucas smirked.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We have your mother, if you want to see her alive and well, you had better do as we say!" Ian replied, he held a note in his hands, "At least, that's what I have written down," he turned it upside down.
"What did you do to her?" Dorian tried to keep him self under control. It was hard though.
"We'll meet up with you again in North Dakota, be there in two days," David explained and then they were gone, leaving nothing but dust in their wake. Dorian knew that he had no choice, not after the phone call he got later that night. The Mutant convention had been bombed and his mother was missing, all leads pointed to Magneto and the Brotherhood.
Dorian packed up what he could, clothing and some extra money mostly, before he got his Aunt to take care of the house and took off on his bike. He needed to get his mother away from Magneto before he turned on them. He wouldn't risk her safety over something trivial.
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The Pixies buzzed about in their crate as the car drove up to the Institute. Arthur and Andy exited the vehicle. Arthur was prattling away about Muggle technology as he and Andy got the crate out. Among the Pixies, Grindylows, a Bowtruckle and even a Boggart in a chest was included in the shipment to Remus who wanted to go over some Wizarding Creatures.
Remus met them on the steps and had the chest and boxes of other supplies for the creatures floating above them as he dedicated the creatures to the class room. He placed them by the windows where they could get plenty of sun light.
"Remus, this is wonderful!" Arthur smiled, "I wish we had such laws, did you hear about the register?" Arthur asked.
"The one that Umbridge wants to do for the Muggle-Born?" Remus asked.
"Yes, it was voted down, but she's adamant about it," Arthur replied.
"Remus, how do you find it here?" Andy asked.
"I like it, it's almost like Hogwarts," Remus replied.
"Hmmmm…interesting, you may like our own Wizarding Institute, its not far from here in fact," Andy replied.
"Yes, I would like to take a look," Remus smiled a little.
"You were made to teach, I can see it in your eyes," Andy replied.
"James always used to say that," Remus muttered.
"James Potter, right?" Andy asked.
"Correct," Remus nodded.
"I have to go, I'm expected at work and I cannot take another day off," Arthur said. Remus nodded and he walked them both to the door.
"Remus, remember to write Harry. I don't think he's happy with those Muggles. Minerva was telling me about them the other day," Arthur shook his head.
"I will try," Remus replied.
"Oh, I've almost forgot!" Any turned and handed Remus a note, "I've connected you're fireplace to Dumbledore's. He and I have been good friends and so don't worry about it, but he did mention wanting to chat with you face to face without making long trips during the term," Andy explained.
"Thank you, Moony's Lair, huh?" Remus raised an eyebrow.
"I thought it was a good name, blame Snuffles," Andy winked. Remus laughed and waved as Andy drove him and Arthur off back to New York where Arthur would take a plain back to England.
"It would be something Snuffles would suggest," Remus muttered as he made his way to the kitchen. The institute was much different to Hogwarts. Where the teachers would meet at the High Table, Remus and the other teachers would gather around the small table in the kitchen. The students had two long tables in the dinning room that they sat at while a catering business was brought in everyday to serve the school breakfast, lunch and dinner. The cafeteria stood off to the side of the small kitchen, but the teachers preferred this to the hub-bub of the cafeteria.
Cuttings for sandwiches had been laid upon the counter; soda had been placed on the counter along with glasses of ice. Rogue, Logan, Kurt and Kitty were gathered around the counter making their food when Remus entered.
"Hey there, Professor, how was your first day?" Kitty smiled.
"Wonderful! I love teaching," Remus smiled. There were just times when he refused to be melancholy, of course, during those times he was looking for a Pogrebin that might have chosen him as a victim.
"Was Bobby too much for you to handle?" Rogue asked.
"Not at all, after all, I knew a couple of boys who were more disruptive during class," Remus shrugged as he made up a sandwich.
"I remember my own school days," Kurt smiled off into the distance. Remus surreptitiously looked off in that same direction, but nothing made his extra-sensitive senses went off.
Kitty got out a knife and started slicing up more tomato seeing as how Logan had piled it all onto his sandwich. She was having a bit of trouble but no one seemed to pay attention to the young Professor who helped with Mutant theory and American Literature.
"So, what were those things you asked for? I have never seen any such creatures before," Rogue said.
"Thos are magical creatures, I figured that since I'm introducing the students to the Wizarding world, that a bit of Defense against the Dark Arts knowledge wouldn't go amiss," Remus shrugged. He grabbed a glass and some water and sat down at the table.
Kurt, Logan and Rogue joined him moments later; "Are any of them dangerous?" Kurt asked.
"That depends," Remus replied, "Grindylows can be if you tread upon their lake homes. Bowtruckle like to be left alone, one has to use Fearie eggs to distract it from its tree. A Boggart can be somewhat painful, but laughter easily defeats that one," Remus replied.
"Ouch!" Kitty cried out, she had sliced her finger when the tomato had slipped. Remus was out of his chair in a moment, wand at the ready.
"Tergeo," he said and the blood had cleared away, "You had best bandage that up, Kitty," Remus advised.
"Sure, thank you," Kitty blinked before walking out of the kitchen.
"What was that?' Kurt asked.
"A simple spell to clean away blood," Remus explained.
The rest of lunch went by quietly. Remus returned to his own classes while Kitty made time to report the incident to Professor Xavior.
TO BE CONTINUED
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The Beastiary
Pogrebin – A creature the follow people about and make them melancholy. Can defeat a Muggle, a Wizard can better handle the rock like creature with a charm.
Pixie – There are different sorts of Pixies. Cornish Pixies are the most notorious for biting. One must have a anti-venom on hand for all pixies.
Grindylow – a water demon that makes its home on the bottoms of English lakes. Harry met up with these during the second Tri-Wizard challenge in the Black Lake.
Bowtruckle – is usually found guarding a wand wood tree. It looks like a stick man.
Boggart – these are known to Muggles as the Boogie-Man. The Boggart can change shapes according to the victims fears. The charm to dispel a Bogart is "Ridikulus". One must think of something funny to dispel their fear. This same theory works a bit on a Dementor, however, one uses the spell "Expecto Protronum" and one must also have a very powerful and happy memory to dispel a Dementor. Boggarts are easily gotten rid of. Dementors have a nasty habit of eating ones soul.
Note – Wands are made out specific magical woods and are infused with the essence of a magical creature. Dragons Heart String is one of the best but with the ban on heartstring the heart string from a living dragon, Dragon whiskers are used in stead. The shedding from Unicorns and Phoenix feathers (freely given) are also used. Vampires Fang and the claw of a Werewolf are two very powerful magical essences. These are much more powerful if the Wizard's essence is from their family. Such as, the father is a Werewolf and give a claw for the wand, this wand will be much more powerful.