Hello once again! I am back to give you another episode of Pure. I have had people saying that so and so wouldn't do this. I say - THIS IS FANDOM! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!
The next morning, Azymus was woken by a huge gonging noise. He jumped up, and his roommates laughed, as they were used to the alarm.
" That's the gong. It goes off at 7 to tell us to get up, and it goes off at 9 to tell us we're not allowed to leave the Common Room." Blaise said
" But nobody cares about the curfew gong. I went out at Midnight and wasn't caught!" Draco boasted. The other two shook their heads, rolled their eyes, and looked in their wardrobes for robes. Azymus pulled on his grey trousers, and the shirt, along with his Slytherin jumper. He then grabbed his robes, and met the others outside. They were all lounging on the balcony, in the soft looking chairs. At his appearance, they all left for the Great Hall, and Breakfast.
Azymus began to memorize the route to the Great Hall, and he thought he'd be able to do it on his own pretty soon. They entered the Hall, and made their way to the Slytherin table. Azymus helped himself to the food. It's not as good as the food at the El Vive, that's for sure He thought glumly.
Then, after a meal of fruit Why me? It's the only okay tasting thing here and water, they waited for Snape to hand them out their schedules. After a short wait, he glided down the aisle, handing out paper. He handed their papers over, and Azymus looked at it in interest.
" I have Runes first. Who's got that?" He asked
" Me." Said Blaise and Theo. Draco shook his head, as he'd taken Divination.
"What electives did you take?" Theo asked. Azymus smirked and said
" Runes, Arithmancy, and Pure Law". The table gaped at him, until Draco asked
"How did you find out about that class? Only Slytherins know about it!"
Azymus tapped his nose, and said " A magician never reveals his secrets."
The group then left the hall for the first lesson of the year, which was in Azymus's case, Runes. The teacher for that was a nice woman called Professor Mellingthorpe. She was great fun, and in the class of about 14, she gave everyone close attention. It was clear that every pupil adored her. After an hour of learning the runes of the Greek Temples, she told them to write an essay on the Roman Empire in ancient Greek Runes. Azymus was amused to see the looks of annoyance on the Huffelpuffs faces.
Next, was Potions. Azymus was worried about this next class, as in his past 'life' Snape had hated him. But, now the Professor had no idea who he was. All the better for him.
The teacher was already lurking behind his desk, glaring at the sea of red garbed pupils sitting as far away from him as was gravitationally possible. He then, when the last child was seated, began to speak.
"Welcome to OWL year potions. This year, I will tolerate no mistakes. There are some of you in this room that should really not be here. As I cannot get rid of you, I will be making you life a living hell.
Today, there is a simple test. Any decent witch or wizard should be able to brew this." He pointed his wand at the board, and a long set of directions was magically written.
" You have 40 minutes. Start. Oh, and 5 points of Gryffindor for yawning Weasley."
Azymus looked at the board and winced. How are we meant to make a calming draught in 40 minutes? He shook his head, and then opened his kit, and got to work.
He followed the directions almost to the T, but he altered it a small amount, like crushing for juice instead of slicing, and dicing instead of cutting. 40 minutes later, when Snape ordered them to stop, and walked around, examining the calming draughts, Azymus's potion was finished, and looked perfect. Snape sneered at the Muggles potion, and Granger looked fit to cry. Obviously she wants to be the best in everything. Pah! At the look on her face, Snape took 5 pints for whining. Hah! When Snape got to his potion, he actually smiled, and said
" Bottle it Evanclear, Pomfrey could use that potion. 30 points to Slytherin." The entire class stared. Snape never said that! Snape actually thinks my potions good? Wow, what a difference a new identity does to your perception! Them the bell rang, and Snape set them an essay on the potion, and its history. There was a groan from the Gryffindors, signaling another loss of 10 points. That made the total loss in one lesson 20 points. The Slytherins all smirked at each other when they left the room, and congratulated Azymus on his potion.
Then, it was time for lunch, at which Azymus ate a stew that was actually okay to eat. Then, it was Arithmancy, which passed without a hitch, then Defense Against the Dark Arts, with that pink toad, Umbridge.
She set them the most boring exercise which they all finished in a short 10 minutes, and then they began to just pass notes and doodle. When the toad saw they were finished, she simpered, and told them to read the next chapter too.
By the end of the lesson, the entire class had been bored out of their skulls, and were openly conspiring against Umbridge, and the Slytherins were going to get rid of her. There was a betting pool on how long she'd last.
We will get rid of her. She's not teaching us a thing! Old bitch! Azymus thought. He was reading a book on curses, and actually learnt more from half a chapter than Umbridge had taught in an entire lesson. All that chapter had been on was how to hold a wand correctly. Is she stupid? We need to know something!
The end of the day drew closer, and Azymus went to bed early, as he couldn't keep his eyes open. He was exhausted, as he was effectively running on a different time zone, like he lived in America normally or something.
He slept, and unlike the night before, his deep sleep was not filled with dreams- On the contrary, his sleep was filled with nothing, and he slept solidly for 9 hours.
Hope you liked that, and I hope you can keep reviewing like you have been doing! It's great! I am back to school tomorrow though, so the update rate will not be as fast. Sorry!