Name: Alton Geur
Race: Half Breed [Wizard/?]
Age: 16
Level: 5
EXP: 125/500
HP: 500
MP: 300 - [5 MP Per Second]
SP: 300
Points: 16
So both my HP and MP must have gone up 50 points per level.
'Skills.'
Skills:
Defence Against the Dark Arts: 37
Transfiguration: 28
Charms: 17
Potions: 25
Runes: 32
Care of Magical Creatures: 45
Herbology: 20
Flying: 17
So if these are my skills without me putting points into them, I could potentially raise them if I actually put some effort into my classes instead of my usual float-on-by approach.
"There you are!" Potter barged into our dorm room with an angry gaze, "We've been looking for you all evening. Where the hell have you been?"
I was forced to get up from my bed and throw him a bland look, "Not that it's any of your business but I was at the library for most of the day."
Persuasion Check Failed
'Oh fuck off.' I've got to figure out a way to permanently increase my charisma.
Quest Unlocked: A way with words – Permanently raise your Charisma stat to 9 or above
Reward: Passive Spell
EXP: 5,000
"Geur," Lupin greeted as he walked into the room, using my family name for once.
"Alton," Black walked in after Lupin.
"Oh for fuck sake, where's Pettigrew? Get him in here so he can be an awkward fuck like the rest of you."
Said plump boy walked shuffled in, but he refused to look into my eyes. Even before the events from the last few days he's never once interacted with me when the others weren't around, I don't know why, but I always get an odd churn in my stomach whenever I'm around him.
"Alton," Black takes a step forward, "Thank you."
"Alright I'll bite, thank you for what?"
Lupin coughs calling for my attention, "Thank you for not treating me any different for you know…"
"For having a certain time of a month." The silent and awkward air quickly evaporated as Potter and Black burst out laughing, even Lupin was fighting the urge to smile.
"Sheesh," Black managed to wheeze out, "In our sixth year and now you finally make a joke."
"Yes, yes. A period joke," Lupin sniffed but the corner of his lips quirked, "bloody hilarious."
Potter rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face, "Prat."
When the humour subsided, Lupin turned my way and bowed his head, "Geur," It felt odd when he said it, something he caught onto, so he switched back, "Alton, I'm sorry I didn't tell that I'm a werewolf. You have every right to know, and-"
"I'm going to stop you right there, I don't." I interrupted him before he could continue, "I didn't need to know, and you were right to keep it to yourself."
"You were sharing a room with a monster." He almost whined.
Black, Potter and Pettigrew all groaned and sighed obviously upset that their dear friend would kick himself, on the other hand, I felt a spike of anger course through me seeing someone I love in his place, "Werewolves aren't monsters, and if you say that again I'm not afraid to kick your teeth in."
"Steady," Potter warned.
I forced myself to take a deep breath, "I'm sorry, it's just I have to deal with this sort of crap from people that know my uncle is a werewolf."
Lupin squirmed in place as if he wanted to ask a personal question.
"If you want to ask something, go ahead," I said with a roll of my eyes.
"How does he deal with it all?"
"Some days are better than others, but he has me and my mother when he's low." I shrugged my shoulders, "It's pretty much what you do," His scarred face scrunched up in a questioning manner, "you surround yourself with people that care about you."
A small smile once again worms its way onto his face, "Yeah I suppose I do."
"If you want, I could write to my uncle and see if he's willing to come to Hogsmead or start a correspondence with you."
A mix of nerves and excitement washed over his expression but nonetheless he held his approval at the idea of meeting an older werewolf.
Name: Alton Geur
Race: Half Breed [Wizard/?]
Age: 16
Level: 7
EXP: 500/700
HP: 600
MP: 400 - [5 MP Per Second]
SP: 300
Points: 24
'Perks.'
Perks:
3 Perk Points Available
Random Spell – You may sacrifice a perk point for a spell – [No requirement]
Magicka (1) – Doubles your MP regeneration – [No requirement]
Reserves (1) – Doubles your standing MP – [No requirement]
Ante up – Convert a perk point for a stat point – [No requirement]
Sixth sense – Unlock a danger sense, altering you of possible harm towards you – [No requirement]
Reuse, Reduce and Recycle – 30% of damage taken will be absorbed into your MP [30 DADA]
Potions connoisseur – When you taste a potion you will be able to identify the ingredients – [25 Potions, 20 Herbology]
A way with symbols (1) – Increase the effectiveness of your runes by 20% - [25 Runes]
Alternation – Your transfigurations last 25% longer – [25 Transfiguration]
Pack Scent – Pack animals and creatures are more likely to see you as one of their own – [40 Care of Magical Creatures]
The perk menu goes on and on but none of them are visible, all greyed out and replaced with question marks, I'm guessing it's because I don't have the right level requirements yet.
Even though my magical points have increased, I still can't let loose a barrage of spells without tiring myself out, I need to focus on that first before worrying about anything else.
Perks Unlocked: Magicka (1), Reserves (1), Sixth sense
'Status MP.'
MP: 800 – [10 MP Per Second]
Sweet looks like all that work yesterday in the training ground paid off, and just in case my quest runs me into something like I don't face a fucking basilisk it will probably be safer for me to get a sixth sense.
When I managed to sneak back into the chamber via the storage closet, I had managed to use all the spells in my spell logs 'unlocking' them all and with the 50% boost from the training ground I levelled up twice, but that wasn't all I did.
'Skills, Transfiguration.'
Transfiguration: 30
Yes, it actually raised my skill, all I had to do was read this entire text, using up all of my Sunday, and most of my Monday morning to sunrise, and even breakfast.
The worrying thing is it took ages to rise up two points in a relatively low skill. If this is how quickly I pick up points with my intelligence stat, I shudder to think how a lower one would take, but then again how long would it realistically take for me to learn this information and control of the sub-class of magic with the gamer ability?
Other than being engrossed by the transfiguration book, near the end of the morning feast, a series of hoots filled the hall as letters and parcels were being delivered, nothing out of the norm, except for Shimmer appearing after I sent her out early morning on Saturday.
She gave me a haughty hoot as expected from the princess of the avians, before dropping a crisp and blacked envelope in my hands, a waxed seal of sceptre of sorts.
My gaze focused on the unopened letter in my hand, as my knuckles gently rubbed Shimmer's feathers with my other free hand.
"Not now," I whispered to myself before placing the letter in my book. Shimmer's huge wing slapped face, "I'll open it later, there's quite literally no rush for it. Hell, I could wait 16 years, could become a family trend." I grumbled at the withering gaze my familiar was sending me.
I picked up a piece of bacon from the serving platters and chucked it in her mouth, before leaving the table to head to classes, knowing that the damned owl would fly away when I'm out of sight.
It's funny considering in the first couple of years at Hogwarts I would have to carefully navigate myself around the castle to get to where I needed to go, now I could turn my brain off and just walk even with the moving staircases I would eventually reach my destination, hell I even know a few shortcuts.
"Why do you hang out with this Mudblood, Snape?" An ugly sneer, a permanent fixture on Nott's face as he stared at Evans.
"Get bent, Nott," Evans growled at the Slytherin boy as Snape stood awkwardly beside her. Got to give it to the redhead, even if it's two to three she refuses to cower at the green ties.
"Why don't you? The only thing you would be good for a-" Evans didn't even allow the rotted teeth snake to finish as she pulled out her wand in a matter of seconds and ploughed him with a blue jet of light.
Quest Unlocked: Solidarity – Help out your housemate in an unfair duel.
Optional Objective: Beat the most opponents.
Reward: Increase your reputation with Lily Evans.
20 Galleons
EXP: 300
Optional Reward: 100 EXP per opponent you beat
'Blackest Night.' Activating the passive spell I stepped forward.
MP: [720]/800
I lurched forward and called for my wand from my inventory, "Locomotor Mortis." I nailed a Slytherin with the leg-locking curse causing him to fall flat on his face.
Combat Initiated
Suddenly Evans and the three Slytherins had a HP gauges over their heads, Evans' was green while the others were red.
The gauge of the Slytherin that I knocked on his arse had lowered only a fraction, so I followed it up with a stupefy. When his gauge sunk down dangerously low he continued to lay prone on the floor twitching on the ground.
MP: [620]/800
Evans uttered a protego as she glanced at me from the corner of her eye.
"Eh, looked like you need some help." Answering her unasked question.
She looked like she wanted to argue but the moment she opened her mouth to retort a jet of yellow light nailed her, thankfully her shield took the brunt of the damage.
"Protego." A shimmer of blue light briefly covered giving me a layer of protection.
MP: [570]/800
"Dammit Geur, you half-blood bastard, piss off!" Nott screamed, spittle flying out of his mouth causing me to grimace.
"Deprimo." The downward pressure spell staggered Nott, but not before he and his partner nailed me with a blasting spell destroying my shield followed by a cutting hex.
"Fuck." My non-wand hand snapped back as I shook it off in a failed attempt to stop blood.
HP: 580/600
Evans barged her small body into me, somehow throwing me off balance enough that I dodged another cutting hex by the skin of my teeth.
"I thought you were supposed to be good at duelling," She gave me a shit-eating grin as she dodged and weaved past the spells being lurched our way.
"Aguamenti." My wand aimed at the ground of their feet enough for the shoes to be caked and soaked in water.
MP: [655]/800
The pointless spell was enough for everyone to take pause and throw me a stupefied stare, "Chilante." I learnt the cooling beverage spell could be used on large bodies of water like the pool in the Chamber, I could summon a thin frost on top of a body of water, though I've yet to have a chance to use it on a massive body of water yet, a small puddle at their feet is sufficient.
MP: [635]/800
No practical use of my arse, the moment the water froze at their feet, they fell on the arses allowing Evans' and I to shatter their shields and hit them square in the face with a stupefy.
Combat End
Quest Completed: Solidarity – Help out your housemate in an unfair duel.
Optional Objective Completed: Beat the most opponents.
Reward: Increase your reputation with Lily Evans.
20 Galleons
EXP: 300
Optional Reward: 100 EXP per opponent you beat = 200 EXP
EXP: 300/800
Levelled Up
Level 8
I know it's not possible but I swear I could feel the Galleons suddenly drop into my inventory.
Evans let out a sound of displeasure as she whirled around to face Snape, "You could've given a hand, Alton of all people jumped in to help me and you're my best friend."
I would be offended at the use of my name in disbelief if weren't for the fact the only reason I truly did jump in like that was because of the quest and experience points, Evans is a tough bird that no one in their right and sensible mind pisses off.
"To be fair to him, he would've been forced to fight his housemates which I can't imagine would make his life easy…" Evans throw a warning glance my way telling me to shut up, not one to poke the dragon, I raised my hands up and slowly backed away, I don't know if I bothered even defending Snape, he's a bit of twat really but when Evans is giving him a dressing down he looked like a kicked puppy and I couldn't stop the words from flowing out of my mouth.
"Do you know what? I just realised I don't need to be here, peace." I tried my damnest to walk away from the duo, but my BS luck stat hates me.
"Alton wait up, we might as well head to charms together." Evans walked towards me at a brisk pace, ignoring her friend calling out to her, though when his voice dimmed down I could feel a set of eyes at the back of my head.
Why do I feel I've just landed myself in the middle of some crap?
'Observe.'
Name: Lily Evans
Level: 18
Race: Muggleborn Witch
Age: 16
Reputation: 35 [A blooming friendship] - Have I ever spoken to him more than a few words?
Blooming friendship? Don't I get a choice in most of these matters? Though I shouldn't complain, the quest 'Who needs friends… you do should be easier with Regulus and now Evans being on the higher end of the spectrum.
"You're staring." She utters out with an arched eyebrow.
"Sorry." I take a deep breath so amp myself to put my foot in a bear trap, "Don't you think you were a bit harsh back there."
Her expression hardened as she stared off in front of us, "Not really."
Why am I doing this? Why am I bothering with any of this?
I nudged Evans lightly, "What's eating at ya?"
"You." She said crisply.
"I'm sorry?"
"It is not ya." She repeated with disgust, "It is you."
"Oh fucking hell." I groaned as she let out a giggle eventually it died down.
She then took a shallow breath, "I don't like his friends."
"Snape's?"
She gave me a small nod, "I should be happy for him, that he's actually branching out and making friends, but not with the wrong sort, not with…"
"Racist, bigots," I shrugged, "smarmy cunts of the highest degree."
She gasped at the crude curse word and I mentally kicked myself, growing up around my mum and uncle really left me without a filter, something I need to remember to keep a lid. Still, as much as Evans wanted to look offended the corner of her lips quirked as she fought the urge to grin, "I suppose that's an apt way to describe them, not that I would ever use such words… out loud."
Letting out a snort, I turned the conversation back to the moment, "So you told him he's making a mistake."
She bowed her head looking down at the ground, "Not in so many words."
"Evans?"
She grimaced, "I told him to get his head out of his arse, and that's when Nott came swaggering over." She shuddered.
"Yeah, Nott's a fucking sleaze."
Evans let out an unlady-like snort at that, "You swear a lot… and you call me Evans a lot." She mentioned her family name as an afterthought, "Don't." A command from her lips caused me to withhold a shuddered… What the fuck was that about?
"Don't swear or don't call you Evans?" I questioned ignoring the odd introspect.
She got into a thoughtful pose as we stood outside the charms classroom door, "If it's one or the other, then I would rather you call me Lily." She gave me a kind smile.
A snort escaped me as we walked into the classroom, "Sure Ev- Lily. Sorry force of habit."
She lets out an amused chuckle as she pulls out a seat, "Why do you call everyone by their surname?"
"It's a pureblood thing my grandfather instilled in me, if they're not my friend, I must at the very least refer them as their family name out of respect." I butchered his words to allow them to be muggle-friendly. While my family were firmly in the light, we weren't exactly the biggest muggle advocates.
'Live and let live.' Like how you tolerated a stray cat, you didn't kill it, but you don't feed it either.
A soft and feminine chuckle intruded, "Al's grandfather was always a giant, even as we grew up." Her cryptic words caused Lily to scrunch up her face in confusion.
"Hey Pan," I greeted the blue tie and brown-haired girl with bright blue luminous eyes.
Pandora gave me a curt nod with a happy serene glint in her eyes as they flickered to Lily briefly. Huh? I didn't realise we ended up sitting next to each other. Still, I don't like the happy gleam in Pandora's eyes.
Ever since she and Lovegood became a couple, my 'godsister' has been pushing me to find someone special so I could in her own words, 'Blossom into manhood.' Her hell small joyful smile didn't diminish when I asked if that was a colloquialism for sex.
I shook my head as subtly as I could with Lily next to me, I do not need Potter or Snape to have a grudge against me because I'm interested in Lily.
An expressionless face wormed its way onto her face, the closest thing to a frown Pandora can muster.
"You two seem pretty close." Lily said drawing my attention back to her as Pandora sat at the adjacent table to us, "Are you-"
"Excuse me while I gag." I interrupted her, "I love Pandora like a sister."
Pandora nodded in the corner of my eye, "Mmmh, Al and I grew up together, and our mothers are best friends."
"And our mothers are the other's godmother, a shame really." My mumble was heard by the redhead.
"A shame?" Lily questioned.
"Oh, Alton is in love with my mother, he has many fantasies about her especially when he mastur-"
I clamped a hand on the girl's mouth, "Thank you, Pandora." My inflexion was higher than normal.
I've never been one for getting embarrassed all that easily, but Pandora can make me feel like a blushing maiden without even trying, I don't what's worse her lack of filter or the fact she can read me so easily. I swear after times where I've had 'a moment for myself' she knows exactly what that entails, she's got to be a seer of some sort, forgot death seers, pervy seers like her could rule the world out of sheer embarrassment of the general populace.
Lily clamped a hand in front of her mouth as her body shook, fighting the urge to laugh out loud, "Hate you, Pan."
She gave me her usual airy smile, "Love you too Al."
I turned away from Pandora to face Lily, "And I'm not in love with her."
"Sure, sure." She responded with an amused expression.
As I tried to save some of my dignity the rest of our classmates tittered in the room, Lily's usual deskmate simply shrugged her shoulders at me and sat next to Pandora, however, I'm pretty sure I could feel another unwavering stare at the back of my head when Potter and his group shuffle in late as usual.
I sneak a glance back at Potter, 'Observe.'
Name: James Potter
Age: 16
Race: Pureblood wizard
Level: 16
Reputation: 25/-15 (Acquaintances/-40 due to clouded jealousy) - I called her… in a romantic sense.
"Well fuck."
Lily arches an eyebrow and gives me a questioning look, "What's wrong, Alton?"
Gods here's hoping that sixth sense works on pranks because I'm pretty sure I just got on Potter's shit list.