Ravenclaw's dorm she immediately started unloading her school supplies. On her list was a curious mix of advanced material and basic knowledge. Hugging it to her chest she dozed off for an hour or so. as she slept she dreamed of summoning demonic beasts. She awoke refreshed. Once Arctic had all of her books before her She wrote them all out based on difficulty level:
1 Taming Dragons and other scary beasts, by Lucas fuller- Difficult
2 A Wizards Guide to Brewing Potent Potions,by Fallow Volpes- Difficult
3 Storm Calling and Weather Mastering, by Galtus Brongum- Difficult
4 Summoning Demons and other Dark Dwellers, Hamming Drachulk- Difficult
5 Astral Projections and Dream Walking, by Susan R Indigo- Moderate
6 Histories of Magical Relics, by Galaptos Ferrindor-Easy
7 The Wizards Guide to Wands and Staffs, by Derelict Fitch Argos- Easy
Arctic Looked long and hard at the list wondering how she was going to muster the mental mettle to remember all this. Tomorrow was her third day and she officially started on the fourth day, which was a Monday. She began reading Taming Dragons and other scary beasts, by Lucas Fuller.
The front had a Hydra blowing fire into a wizard's cauldron. She flipped the first page.
Forward-
By Rubeus Hagrid,
When you enter the Magical Realms you will most certainly find dangerous and glorious beasts, but keep in mind brave wizard or witch that they all have a mind of their own and are likely to turn their teeth on you before they invite you to tea. Except for the Slime they have no teeth but get into indecent places if you're not careful. Always be watching for slime, which you'll learn more about in this here book.
The contents of this book I wish to be a good reminder and guide so remember and follow instructions young Wizard or Witch adventurer and be sensible around beasts. They have their names for a reason.
Chapter 1 Dragon Dens in the Wild.
Arctic read the book four hundred page book from cover to cover in a little under five hours. By the end her head was swimming with ways to keep your griffins from eating your mint mice, and Dragons from burning down your Home.
She felt a rumbling in her stomach telling she had just burned to many calories reading. She walked into the new kitchen section of Ravenclaw house. Two mini fridges were to the left and right of a large stainless steel extra-large fridge. Inside eggs, sausages, sheep milk, and a number of foods she didn't recognize begged to be eaten. She nibbled on a few sausages and put a pot of hot water on the burner for tea.
She liked to new modernized Hogwarts, she just hoped they could integrate science and magic in a way that would facilitate more innovation. Maybe next year; she rather liked this place and was looking forward to her work load now that she had something in her stomach.
She supposed her parents would be asleep by now as they were several hundred miles north of Hogwarts. She opened her trunk and pulled out her Wizard made laptop from the science and Magic branch in Korea.
The back was lit with a tall pointy hat with a wide brim outlined in Bronze and black. It glowed red when the screen woke up.
She searched Wizard Worlds Wanderer as her browser and made sure to filter out muggle content.
First was to procure a wand and find a dealer close by. She remembered hearing about one in London but that was out of her range for at least a year. Her parents couldn't get in and she didn't have her flying License. She searched Magic wand and staff dealers.
Currently there were five locations in the Wizarding world of Europe.
The most visited was the one in London. Which she couldn't get to.
The second was thirty miles downriver. It was called Dark Wizard Supplies. It was open From Midnight to four a.m. every night. Her heart sank she would never be allowed to get out after curfew.
She would have to sneak out and somehow get passed the guards, ghosts, poltergeists and that pesky hall guard with the cat. She started planning a way out. If she flew she might be seen. She needed something, maybe an invisibility cloak, but she would still leave her bed empty and the prefect would rat her out immediately. She could turn her body pillow into a clone of her with a little Transfiguration spell.
But then she needed an opening to fly through. All the windows were covered with a magic alarm screen. She could just blow a hole in the wall and patch it up with a repair spell. But there was always someone inside the dorm. She shared a room with four other Ravenclaw members. How would they not notice a hole big enough to fly through? She considered turning herself into an owl and then using the window like a civilized bird would. That might actually work, with the addition of her body pillow being transfigured.
She needed to get to Dark Wizard Supplies that night. Otherwise she might not get another chance.
It was six o' clock and they served dinner at six thirty in the cafeteria.
Her dorm was ten minutes' walk from the dining hall and two minutes run. She hurried out the door so she could get a good place in line. They were serving lamb roast, bacon covered bacon with a side of bacon salt and fried onions and cabbage.
Arctic piled her plate as high as they would let her and put one of the bacon salt shakers in her pocket when the lady wasn't looking. She regularly stole bacon from the Griffindors plates and blamed it on the Hufflepuffs sitting next to them.
She noticed nearly all the students had a pet or creature of some kind. Why didn't she have one? Well on her last visit to Owls emporium it was closed. The only thing in stock for the other stores was spiders and rats. Maybe they had an animal she would like at Dark Wizards Supplies.
She scarfed down her lamb and bacon and grabbed another handful from a Hufflepuff across the room on her way out. She shoved it down her throat and entered her dorm, or tried to, the door required a Password.
"Everyone but the Ravenclaws and Slytherines are dumbasses and should become servants."
The door opened, not because it was the password but because the other two houses would never say such things; and the Door spirt was a hard core Ravenclaw supreme-ist.
She walked inside her room and shut the door. She grabbed her Body pillow and enchanted it to look like her sleeping; after pulling the blankets over her pillow. She removed her shoes and placed them under her bed. She hung her coat on the foot of her bed and faced the mirror; Now only one thing remained owlification.
Arctic pulled up an image of a common grey owl from the stores website and built a picture of it in her mind. She whispered a few size changers to activate when she started otherwise she would end up as an owl much too large to fit through the windows.
She turned away from the mirror and walked into the bathroom, one of the only places Male ghosts weren't allowed. She entered one of the stalls and sat down.
"Trans- Ill- Trans-Will, owl-is-owl-mis, Feather-talon-eye-beak!" and then to activate
"Formus." Sitting excitedly on the toilet seat was a common grey owl where Arctic had previously been. She fluttered out of the stall and out the door. She paused in her room to make sure no one saw her; then flew out the window after grabbing a small pouch of coins. She glided through the night air until she saw an emerald green tower by the edge of the river. The Sign read Dark Wizards Supplies.
She waited on the roof of the building until she saw the manager unlock the door. She cooed softly in Owl speech.
After a moment of un-charming herself she walked inside as a girl. The shelves were packed to spilling with wands, potions, charms, spells, enchantment, incantations, and masonic symbols. On the floor in a crate was a pile of staffs and brooms. In the display counter jewels and magic devices shined almost screaming 'buy me.' Arctic resisted instead she walked up to the counter and rung the bell. After a moment of shuffling and cursing a man in his hundreds walked out at a rather fast pace for his age.
"I'm coming, I'm coming hold on a minute, thank you. How can I help you?" He wore a shirt that said:
I hate divination they never tell me good things! Arctic tapped on the glass for a moment.
"I need a wand and a Wizards staff, something that fits me. Is that possible?" he looked down his comely nose and whistled.
"Now there's a fine lass, learning like a true Wizard! Certainly dear I'll get you hooked right up, and because your such a pretty face I'll give you a discount." He pulled a drawer out and handed her a metal card with the words:
- Dark Wizards Supplies member
Status: Relic Master
Arctic took the card thanking him. He smiled a face full of pointed teeth and went around to the back of the store.
A minute later he produced a wand seven inches long one inch thick that tapered to one half inch at the end.
"That one is a Yeggerdrasil core, its shell is iron wood and it's got a twirl of fallen angel hair in it. Very hard to come by mind you! Give it a flick and see how it feels."
Arctic lifted her wrist as she felt an overwhelming sense of power course through her. Her face lit up a Willow the Wisp blue. The Owner laughed and stared at her.
"You've no idea how long I've waited to see this gem find a good fit, thank you dear." Arctic nodded and accepted the staff from him. He tipped his head back and gave the staff a once as soon as it was in her hand. Grimacing he too the staff back.
"Hmm… not quite it, well let me check my stock again. I'm sure I've got something your size in here."
He came back bearing a staff slightly taller than Arctic's neck. It was wrapped in a leather hide He handed it to her explaining the materials.
"That one was carved from a dragon bone; sections of it were hollowed out to allow for precious stones and varies cores to be implanted inside. It even has a slot to insert a wand for easy storage. This staff contains five cores one for each point of a pentagram making it perfect for summoning most any kind of creature. Well except for holy creatures those require seven cores. But those pieces can't summon anything thing else. The five cores are:
Blood oak,
Devils club,
Devils walking stick,
Mandrake root, and
Grimwood." Arctic ran her hands along the delicate cuts of the Dragon bone; she had an immediate attraction to it. Her eyes stayed glued to it for five whole minutes before she turned back towards the store Owner. His mouth hung open. Everyone else who had tried to touch the bone staff had their hand burned and covered with sores. His own hands were still hot from touching the leather covering the bone. And here this girl was caressing it like her favorite toy with not even a whiff of smoke. He had finally found an owner for the staff. His great grandfather had passed it to him when he turned thirty. He said it had been made by the dark elves. The owner of the store racked his brain trying to remember the name of the staff. He remembered nothing, but it being called cursed by its maker who had burned himself trying it out the first time.
It definitely had the spirit of the dragon still in it. He looked at Arctic again this time with a closer examination. She was barefoot, why the holgrim was she barefoot?! Her hands were small but still large for her size. He guessed she probably would break a medium sized glove if she tried. It would fall right off.
She was definitely a small; but a big small, her fingers were thick and muscly not like sausages but well worked hands, hands that had memory. Her hair was bordering on blue even before she had touched the wand; it just brought out the highlights. Her face bore years of pain.
Arctic looked at the store owner intently.
"I'll take this one and the wand, they will be perfect." The man nodded solemnly. He doubted she knew what she had in her hands.
"Right away dear, just come up to the counter please so I can ring you up." She walked over to the glass topped display and grabbed her pouch of coins form her pocket.
"The wand will be two galleons and the staff is one, but since you are a Relic member I'll give you half off." Arctic nodded trying hard not to show her excitement.
Arctic removed the coins leaving five galleons and a few shekels in her pouch.
"Will that be everything you need this evening dear?" Again Arctic nodded and after taking her new wand and staff in her hands she exited the shop. Her heart was racing she almost forgot to turn into an owl before she went back inside her dorm.
Once inside she deposited the staff and wand inside her trunk and disenchanted her body pillowand horrible monsters to do her bidding.
Arctic awoke Sunday morning in such a chipper mood she almost laughed. she went over the other books she was studying than read up on her main seven subjects. After completion of this task she decided to mingle in the common room with the other Ravenclaw members.
She listened to their conversation trying to hear if they had found out about her midnight adventure.
Nothing, not even a smidgen of doubt; She grinned so wide it was almost as if the Cheshire Cat had given her personal training. However this was noticed and a girl sitting next to her poked her.
"Hey, Arctic what's got you so smug?" Arctic forced herself to smile a little more conservatively.
"Oh it just seems like a good day today; I already did all of the pre-reading." the girl looked at her shocked even for a Ravenclaw this girl was ambitious. She herself had only done the reading pertaining to the classes she had on Monday not for the whole week.
"Still you are too happy to just have finished your reading; did you meet a boy or something?" Arctic frowned she considered the options of actually admitting to any times or people she met so she decided to stay vague.
"Maybe, but that's none of your business." She recalled the Store owner, he was in fact male and this statement didn't qualify as a lie. The girl got nothing even though she was monitoring Arctic's pulse to see if she was telling her the truth.
"Was he tall? Are you into tall boys or do you like short ones?" Arctic didn't like where this was going.
"Hey, I didn't get your name?" the girl sat back.
"Paris, Paris Helsing." The two talked until dinnertime and were still talking on their way to eat.
The dinner menu consisted of boiled dragon eye sauce, honey bread, bacon and bacon between more bacon on top of bacon with bacon as a side.
Arctic gobbled up all her bacon and snatched more from the Griffindors. She wondered if that Potter kid was all he was cracked up to be. Or is it just hot wind and bowel deflation?
Puzzling over the question she heard Hagrid would be the assistant teacher in the magical beast training class. Although no one knew who would be the next potions master considering Snape finally got The Defense against the Dark arts position. Maybe he would do both.
Authors note:
This has been fun for me, I'm a Snape fan and not afraid to say it.
a few flow checks have been made.
Enjoy and review.