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Aurora practically glided down the hall, her robes flowing nicely behind her as she made her way to the greenhouses. She cringed at the thought. "Herbology with the Gryffindors. Lovely..." She reached the greenhouses and took a seat at a table. Aurora was one of the first there and as the rest of the class filed in, they tried to avoid her. It was normal. A few more Slytherins came in and sat behind and in front of her, occasionally asking her opinion on something trivial. The only real friend she had was a 6th year Ravenclaw and she intended to keep it that way.
Columbia, deciding any class with Hufflepuff was not worth attending, immediately turned down the hall leading to the library. Skipping class was a frequent occurance with Columbia, but only because she hated the Hufflepuffs and because she already knew the information taught in class.
When she arrived in the library, she walked directly to the History of Magic section, knowing exactly what she wanted. As she walked by, she grabbed three books, sat down at a table, and began in the middle of the first book titled The Downfall of the Dark Lord.
It was a great day for a special project. Being a Seventh Year student, Alathea had several free-roam hours that she was able to put directly in to homework, projects and presentations in preparation for the N.E.W.T.s later in the year. Her ultimate goal? A position as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
All she had to do was stand out.
Of course, this meant that Alathea had to try and do something special. Right this very moment, she was down near the Greenhouse preparing one of her spells. To show off your skills in Defense, you needed something to defend against. Unfortunately, Hogwarts was normally as safe as you could get. That meant she was going to have to stir up some trouble. Slytherins were always willing to do something dastardly just for a laugh, but today Alathea had a more harmless idea.
She was going to enchant the flower pots in Herbology to go on a people licking rampage.
Now all she had to do was wait outside the Greenhouse looking perfectly innocent until the class got started. Alathea grinned in anticipation!
Maximus made his way to Green house three, feeling a little full of himself having used one of the castles many secret passage ways unnoticed. It was like having a private express lane, he thought to himself. Up ahead he saw Griffendors and Slytherins both filling into the Glass walled classroom. As he got to the entrance he noticed a 7th year Ravenclaw, Alathea, standing near to the door and looking innocent. She seemed a little out of place as the class mostly consisted of 6th year students, but Max let the thought slip his mind as he walked past, smiling at her as he did so.
Once inside He quickly scanned the work stations to find an open spot. Slytherins gave him dirty looks as he made his way to an empty seat next to a group of Griffendors. He caught sight of a Slytherin girl, Aurora, who seemed to be quite popular among her housemates. Although she was pretty, Max despised her just the same. Just as he fished out his Herbology book Madam Brush's voice addressed the class.
" Today class." Said the short, slim, slightly aging witch " We will be exploring the many uses of the trembling tea plant." She Brushed away a loose strand of grey hair away from her wrinkled face as she set a Medium sized pot with a small green plant on the table in front of her. The plant was small with tiny leaves that stuck out of a thin stem. When Max looked closer he noticed that the little leaves were shaking at an alarming rate, as if they were cold and had the shivers. What an odd plant, Thought Max as Madam Brush droned on about it's extraordinary healing powers. So far it was shaping up to be yet another boring class, Personally Max couldn't wait for potions; His favorite subject.
Rob had a grin on his face when he came out of his office behind the classroom, twirling the wand around his fingers and producing tiny colorful sparks as it went around. He walked a few steps, placing himself by the blackboard and raising his wand.
Words started appearing on the blackboard as he moved the wand, and quickly a word formed. Soon enough all the second year students saw the word WEREWOLVES written in all capital letters on the board, some of the students fixed their seating, Robert lost his grin and put down the wand.
“Today,” he said, taking long steps towards the desk, “we’ll talk some about, well, ye already read it.” He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a few pieces of parchment and placed them on the desk, until finally he got out a book, dusty and not very well-cared for, he brushed aside the dust on the cover, and grinned slightly once again.
“Professor McLeod, are we going to have to read about vampires as well?” asked one of the students, a muggle-born from Ravenclaw, not enjoying too much the look some of his full-blood classmates gave him.
Robert chuckled, not taking his eyes away from the book as he started to skim over the pages, lifting dust as he swiftly searched for what he was looking for.
“Well, sometime later we will, Underworld’s not a really good example of real vampires, I mean, they’re nice to you if you’re wearing a jacket…” he said, lowering his voice as he found what he was looking for, reading for a couple of seconds before he moved to the front of the classroom.
“Well lads, for the moment I just want you to read up on the history of werewolves, pages sixty to sixty four, seventy five, and a hundred twenty, give me a short paper about the witch hunting of 1856, by short I mean at least an entire page, Smith.”
Moments later while the students were doing their assignments, Robert got out of the classroom, and headed quickly for the library, jumping each three steps of the stairs, good thing he wore sneakers.
He entered the library, quickly heading over to the reception, to the frustrated reception of Madam Pince, reminding him of better times when he only entered the library to sneak from his classes, until she figured it out and threw him out. He could only answer that she was just as lovely as how he remembered her.
“Oh, and what did you do to your hair? It’s lovely.”
“You spent a lot of time amongst the Americans, it seems.”
“Nah, their wizards just mingle a whole lot more with the muggle world, anyway,” he changed the subject, looking at one of the Ravenclaws sitting around, he took a few seconds to speak again, Madam Pince turned to see what he was looking at.
“Say, isn’t that girl in the NEWT class with Eastwick?” unfortunately for him, Madam Pince didn’t know, but he wasn’t worried, he’d find out on his own, the kids still had work to do in the classroom. He didn’t look back to answer the librarian’s comment about him not changing one bit after more than twenty years.
He approached the Ravenclaw and sat in front of her, looking at the book cover.
“Interested in he-who-should-be-named-by-now, are we?” he asked, smugness in his face and his eyes fixed on her own, “Forgive me if I’m wrong,” his voice was low, “but aren’t ye on Miss’ Eastwick’s class?” he leaned forwards on the chair, Madam Pince was taking a peek from the reception, worried, she knew Robert too well not to be.
"CLASS IS NOW IN SESSION!!"
The yell resulted in the majority of the second-year students jumping nearly a foot in the air and dashing for their seats. Having already spent a year in potion's class, they had some idea what to expect from Professor Taboran, but the man was crazy enough to still terrify them more than a little.
Taboran strode through the doors of the dungeon classroom, wearing his trademark aviator's hat. On top of his robes, he was wearing a black leather jacket, a fact the students were wise enough not to call him out on.
"Let's get started then, shall we?" the professor suggested to no-one in particular, "Wait, there was something I need to do first... attendance, wasn't it? Silly idea, really. Not sure what it's got to do with potions and teaching..."
Muttering to himself for another few seconds, Taboran then noticed his class again and snapped back to a brief moment's sanity. "Today, we're going to be mixing a fairly simple potion that will grant the drinker, if brewed correctly, the ability to see in the dark for a period of time, depending on the potency. I wanted to have you all make the Draft of Living Death, but the headmaster forbade me. Something about it being illegal in nine different countries, or along those lines..."
With a flick of his wand, instructions for the potion appeared upon the dusty old blackboard at the front of the room, surrounded by various shelves holding numerous vials and flasks. "Instructions are on the board..." Taboran began, then suddenly whirled round to slam his hands down upon the desk of a small red-haired boy sitting at the front of the class, "ABERCROMBIE! Open the storeroom, would you?"
Looking down at the terrified boy, Taboran blinked a few times before saying, "Wait a moment, you're not Abercrombie. That's the sixth-year boy, the one with those hideous boils..." he shuddered, "Horrible things." He glanced at the boy again, "What did you say your name was, again?"
"...Martin, sir. George Martin." The professor had already turned away, however, and was striding over to his desk.
"Yes, yes, Abercrombie, just get the storeroom open. You all have an hour and twenty minutes to complete the assignment. Whoever does not succeed in this endevour will be accompanying myself and the Groundskeeper for a trip into the forest to see if we can locate several rare mushrooms that grow within." He turned to the class, smiling, then suddenly was yelling again. "GET TO IT, ALL OF YOU!"
The joys of potions...
Columbia had been reading for about an hour, undisterbed, before she noticed a professor looking at her out of the corner of her eye. She didn't much like Professor McLeod. He seemed a bit stuck on himself, in her opinion. His leather jacket also squeeked when he moved, disterbing her reading.
She stoped reading to watch him out of the corner of her eyes and listen to him and Madam Pince. She knew he was going to approach her, and he did. As he sat across from her, she raised her eyes to met his. Her dark blue eyes staring defiantly into his.
"Interested in he-who-should-be-named-by-now, are we?” the professor asked. Columbia smiled a bit but didn't have enough time to answer before he spoke again. "Forgive me if I’m wrong," his voice was low, "but aren’t ye in Miss’ Eastwick’s class?"
Columbia stoped smiling, and decided to lie with a bit of honesty. "No, sir," she answered, her voice just as quiet. "It's my free period, and i've decided to devote it to a period of Wizarding History that strongly affected this school." Columbia marked her page with a pice of parchment, closed The Downfall of the Dark Lord, and showed him her other two books (Harry Potter: The Making of a Hero and The Rebuilding of Hogwarts: From Rubble to Regency).
"I believe that everyone should be fimiliar with their history, sir. If you don't know the mistakes of history," she pointed to the word "Rubble" in the title of her last book, "you may repeat it."
Alathea waited until the Herbology class was good and started. The Professor was rambling on and the students were trying to pay attention while fussing with the weird plantlife in the greenhouse.
Pulling out her hawthorn wand, she gave it a wave and a flick as she cast her spell. "Flora Likitus!"
It could have been a poof, or a flash, or a flicker... but just as she wanted, many of the potted plants in the greenhouse were starting to sway about! Alathea peeked in through the window, clapping her hands in pleasure as a few started crawling up out of their pots and growing long pink tongues to start slobbering on students! Just as planned!
...of course then the plants started growing sharp teeth.
...and getting bigger.
That wasn't as planned.
Rob tapped his fingers on the table for a couple of seconds, a slight frown on his face. He stopped, looking into her eyes, and smiling. He got up and fixed his jacket.
“My mistake then, lass, keep that up then,” he said, looking down at the girl and her books.
“Remember though, the historians always leave out some of the details, they tend to be important.”
He took his leave from the table, had he not been supposed to be teaching something right now things would probably have taken another turn, or so he thought. Robert reached the librarian and calmly approached her and asked for some books on werewolves, as apparently the classroom only had one with enough information about them on it.
She named him some books, and he figured he’d get them when he was in the classroom. He pondered about telling the librarian about the girl, but he dismissed the thought, might as well, he was already in the know-how that teenagers only learned through experience, or maybe it just his family.
He shrugged off his divagations as he headed quickly back to his classroom, much more calmly going down the stairs than before. He entered and sat in front of the desk, most of the students already done with their little essays.
“Good,” he said, flicking his wand and casting a summoning charm that transported the books into his desk, “Well, I think we should start talking about werewolves, can any of ye tell me about the one and only werewolf to ever… live in the grounds of Hogwarts?”
"Ok, now class" Said Madam Brush after finishing her almost unbearably long speech on the oddly shaking plant. "One at a time, you may come up and collect your Trembling tea plants. After which you will return to your tables and we will begin a more detailed study of them. With a flick of her wand three rows of pots appeared, each containing about twenty of the medium sized pots. A smallish 6th year raven claw boy that sat next to Max leaned over and whispered
"I bet I know where she was hiding those."
Max had to stifle a laugh as he heard his name being called. He approached the desk and placed his hands around the small potted plant, taking notice to how it gave off small vibrations as he did so. When he turned to head back to his seat he noticed, or rather felt, something very odd. It was wet and slimy against his chin. What the hell? Thought Max. He looked down and nearly dropped the plant.
The Tiny Trembling tea pant had changed. In the place of small leaves, giant tongues shot out and licked aimlessly in the air. Outlining these were a pair of very sharp looking teeth. Just as Maximus was turning to ask Madam Brush if he had gotten the wrong plant he heard a girl scream, then, all hell broke loose in the greenhouse.
"Oh bloody hell," Aurora said rolling her eyes and then noticing a girl in Ravenclaw robes standing just outside. "You..." She pursed her lips and amongst the chaos, walked over to her.
"You DO know how to undo this right?" She asked the girl. The blond girl sat still stunned and somewhat shaking her head.
"Bugger. One second." Aurora put her wand to her head and concentrated a bit, Making Columbia's wand light up in the library.
As Aurora spoke, the glass on the eastern side of the greenhouse blew open with a shattering roar as three camo clad Spetznaz troopers swung in, their gear and weapons missing apart from their sidearms.
his combat knife drawn, Vladislav dodged and weaved his way to the teacher, he was followed by Lesya and Mishenka, they too had drawn their knives
"Get children outside, we deal with monster plants!" he yelled, bodily grabbing a student and yanking him backwards, just as the sharp teeth of a plant slammed shut where the boy had been moments before.
Columbia watched Professer McLeod leave. His last words etched in her head, the Scottish accent thick as it echoed again and again. It was a statement she needed to ponder, and she opened up the book she had marked to continue reading where she had left off.
She was completely absorbed in the book when her wand lit up. "Why now? I'm busy," she whispered, slightly frustrated from having her reading interrupted. She already knew it was Aurora so she took out her wand and placed it to her head, concentrating a little. "What is it?" she asked.
Aurora's voice came through clearly along with the noises from a room in panic. "Get down to the Greenhouses," she said, and was gone. Columbia left her books on the table and rushed out of the library. It took a total of two minutes to run from the library down to the greenhouse. Following the sound of screeming from panicing students, Columbia found the one Aurora had wanted her to go to. She walked over to Aurora's side, both as calm as ever (although Columbia was slightly out of breath from the run).
Zeromus dashed down the halls, his boots plodding loudly at his speed and force, as he ran to Greenhouse #3, his wand at the ready. "Damn Slytherins, causing trouble..." he mumbled, knowing that there was indeed danger, and it was a Slytherin-Gryffindor class. You'd have to wake up pretty early in the morning to fool anyone about who was behind it. He kicked in the door rather brute style, and brandished his wand at a pot of the impending plant, and yelled "Bombarda Maxima!" as the pottery spewed awry, the plant also rending into bits, the tentacles dying off slowly without it's body. He aimed at two more, and did the same deed, also seeing what seemed like Spetznaz attacking the plants as well. He grinned. "Good, brothers to a common goal." he thought, as he Stunned a plant who was about to make a meal of his hand. As he did that, another plant chomped on his shoulder, as he yelled in abrupt pain. "Blasted thing!" he yelled, ripping it off, with his robes torn and blood freshly oozing from the wound. He set it aflame, and kicked the pot to the ground with a smash. He stomped on the pod for extra measure. "Bloody tea plants..." he grunted, as he looked for his next target.
Aurora smiled. She loved seeing a Gryffindor in pain. "You know what, Columbia?"
"What's that, Aurora?" Columbia said, smiling also. Aurora backed up, Columbia following.
"I think we should just sit back and watch," Aurora replied, laughing a bit at the scene unfolding in front of her. She leaned in to Columbia, whispering. "Did you find anything useful?"
Columbia smiled at Aurora. "Actually, i didn't find much," she said. "The history is fairly boring, but it did explain why the Dark Lord failed." Aurora nodded her head, listening, as Columbia continued telling her what she found. Panicing 6th years, Spetznaz shouts, and mutated plants drowned her voice in the large room, making it impossible to tell Aurora any important information. A plant started reaching toward her and she flicked her wand, sending it flying across the room aimed right at a crying Gryffindor. She looked at Aurora, asking silently if they could interupt the chaos and make it orderly without destroying everything. Aurora shrugged and nodded, raising her wand.
Aurora sighed. Why did everyone have to make everything so complicated? Columbia and Aurora raised their wands and in unison shouted, "Petrificus Totalius!"
Everything froze, the students included. Aurora lowered her wand and started blasting infected plants while Columbia put the room back together. "This is pathetic," Aurora said, a plant bursting in her hands.
"Anyway, Columbia. What were you saying?" Aurora asked.
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Aurora looked back at the greenhouse and quietly unfroze them when Columbia was way out of earshot. Sometimes she liked to show a little compassion and this was one of those rare times.
"I see." Aurora said, continuing their previous conversation as they headed down the hallway. "So, we need to watch eachother. Maybe it's better that we are working together instead of just one of us taking everything."
"I think I'm the one who is going to have to keep you in check," Columbia turned and started heading back toward the library. "I need to look up one more thing before we can start even planning anything. Joining me?"
"No. I want to do some Quiddich practice," Aurora replied, about to turn the other way.
"Really? Quiddich? I can't believe you want to play QUIDDICH at a time like this," Columbia sneered, rolling her eyes.
"Keeps me in shape," Aurora flashed a smile. "Plus, you never know when we'll need a fast getaway. See you!" She turned and headed down to the quiddich field, ready for some private practice.