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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:20 pm
"Oi! Outta my way, stupids!" Clarissa growled, elbowing her way through the throng outside of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. She wasn't particularly pleased with having to go to classes, but she might as well---
"Hey! Clarissa!" someone whispered in her ear. She turned sharply to see one of her classmates, an idiot by the name of Akuji Codi.
"What the hell do you want?" Clarissa demanded sourly.
"What's blue and thrashes about on the floor?" he asked with a grin.
"Oh god, if this is another one of those stupid dead baby jokes..." Clarissa began.
"A baby playing in a plastic bag!" Akuji said happily.
Clarissa glared at him. "You, sir, are the epitome of dolt."
He sniggered at her, when Professor Galliton opened the door and thrust his head out. "Huh? What's going on?"
"We're here for class, Professor," chimed a Gryffindor girl.
"Oh..." Galliton blinked, and let the door open. "I must've fallen asleep again... come on in..."
The class snorted in general, and filed in. Clarissa sat near the back row, and, to her supreme annoyance, Akuji sat at the table next to her.
"How do you stop a baby crawling round in circles?"
"Akuji..."
"Nail its other hand to the floor!"
Clarissa hit him over the head with her book, and waited for class to begin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:28 am
"Hey, Clarissa, what's red and---"
"Akuji, I swear, if you utter another syllable of a dead baby joke, I will be more than happy to go to Azkaban for murdering you."
He glared at her for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "Your momma's so dumb she heard someone say it was chilly outside so she ran and grabbed a bowl!"
Clarissa slammed her head into the desk. "Why me?"
"Now class," Professor Galliton started, lingering about the front of the room. "Today's lesson is both about a historical Dark Wizard, and a force you should be careful of in the future."
Most of the class groaned. They got enough of history from boring old Professor Binns.
"Now, it's not as dull as you want. It's actually quite recent, though I don't think any of you know about it. Most parents feel little need to tell their children, and the media stopped running around squeaking his name around twenty years ago. But mark my words, he is still around. You even hear about a few deaths from him every now and then, which is why you need to know how to defend yourself against," He tapped his wand on the blackboard, and writing appeared.
"The Dementor King?" Clarissa thought aloud. "How can there be a king of those ghastly creatures?"
"Well, Miss Autumn, I will tell you. Back in the 1980s, a man by the name of Varick Lusinian, who enjoyed killing Muggle children in playgrounds, was sentenced to death by Dementor's Kiss, which you should all know about by now. In any case, by some strange and bizzarre happenings, the Dementor only sucked out half of his soul. Some hypothesise that he used a Horcrux to retain the other part, but no one really knows. In any case, he lost half of his soul, and retained the other one. Now, who knows what happens when someone loses their soul to a Dementor?"
Clarissa raised her hand, but so did several other people, and thus she was not picked.
"They become a Dementor themselves," said a Gryffindor girl.
"Splendid. Ten points to Gryffindor. Now, since Lusinian only lost half his soul, what do you think happened to him?"
Clarissa raised her hand quickly, while the others pondered the question. "Ah, yes, Miss Autumn?"
"Did he.... become half of a Dementor?" Clarissa guessed.
"Yes, he did. Five points to Slytherin. Now, since he was now half Dementor, half wizard, he was able to suck out the happiness of those around him, as well as deliver the Dementor's Kiss, while also being able to use magic. By all means, he appeared to be a normal human, but that was only through his magic. In normal form, he appeared as a Dementor with a twisted, half-skull, half-human face, which was not very lovely, let me tell you that. In any case, he started off on a one-night killing spree, murdering both wizards and Muggles alike. In the end, he had slaughtered two wizards and three Muggles; Desore Callion, Fredia Vonnas, John Oregano, Casey Lesko," his voice dropped considerably, and many had to strain to hear it. "And Helena Galliton."
"Now, after he killed those five, he decided to make a break for it. Aurors were coming after him, and thus he took it upon himself to flee to the Alps. Once there, a small group of Dementors came flocking to him, calling them their King. He soon had a small army of Dementors at his disposal, which he is currently using to kill people, for whatever reason he has. I personally believe he is just mad. Most killers have a devout reason, a damn good reason to kill, but the Dementor King has no reason at all, other than the hatred of mankind, and the wish to swell his ranks. Why, I don't know. Perhaps he wants the world to be a world of Dementors. But really, it doesn't matter. I am going to show you how to defend yourself against the Dementor King, or one of his Dementors. Most of you know of the Patronus Charm, correct?"
The class nodded. "We learned about it in our fourth year," Akuji chimed.
"Ah, very good. Now, this spell is a creation of mine, which I had, in my teen years, developed with the intent to hunt the Dementor King down myself. It is a combination of the Patronus Charm, and Incendio. When done properly, it will create a Patronus with the same abilities as a regular one, only made of flame, thus able to take out a being that is both Dementor and human. The incantation is... Incendio Patronum!"
Flames gathered around his wand, and without warning a creature, which was, oddly enough, a rather large lizard, materialised.
Woah. Galliton's Patronus is a Komodo Dragon?
The Patronus took off, flying about the room and managing to catch a girl's hair on fire, which was doused by a quick Aguamenti. The Patronus then dissipated into the air, and Galliton turned to the class.
"Your homework for tonight is to practice the incantation. Remember, it is Incendio Patronum. I'll see you all later.
The class hurried to get up, and surged out the door, jabbering about whatever, while Clarissa went over the spell in her head.
Incendio Patronum. Incendio Patronum. How oddly useful. I didn't know Galliton invented spells.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:44 pm
"OH MY GOD!"
Clarissa now stood at the doorway to the Transfiguration room, jaw slack, eyes bulging. She could hardly believe her eyes; the parts of the classroom that hadn't been burnt were covered in a thick, green gelatinous goo. It was hardly recognisable from what it had been earlier, and Filch was stomping about the place, muttering to himself.
"Ah... excuse me? Do you know who did this?" Clarissa asked slowly, forgetting Jeremy and walking forward, avoiding the ooze. Filch looked up, glowering at her.
"Know who did it? No. But we've got whoever it was' wand!" He held it up, a slender, highly-aged ash wand, that seemed in almost perfect condition. Clarissa let out a sigh of relief.
Good, it isn't mine... But whose is it?
"Allo!" A voice came from behind her, and she nearly jumped as Blaise, covered from head-to-foot in his beaten grey jacket, gloves, a scarf or two and an umbrella at his side, entered the room. "I seem to have misplaced my wand! Have you seen it?"
Filch and Clarissa stared at him.
"Oh, goody! You've found it! Thank you, my good man..."
"So you did it?!" Filch roared.
"Oh, this? What does it matt-"
"I'll kill you!" Filch roared, and chased Blaise from the room, waving the wand about menacingly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:50 pm
Jeremy's mouth fell open slightly, looking around the room. He looked up at the man who had lost his wand, and then at Filch. You could have seen the steam shoot out of his ears, he looked so mad.
"erm.. com'on Lets get out of here before we feel the wrath of Filch.." He said to Clarissa, hasitly pushing her out of the doorway and towards another random classroom.
"Do you remember anywhere else you were last night that you could have left it?" he said, half doubting that she would.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:54 pm
"I don't think I remember anything," Clarissa said mournfully, gazing around the classroom. No one had trashed this one yet, though it appeared that Peeves had been scribbling curse words over the chalkboards a few minutes earlier. "If it's anywhere, I bet it's somewhere in the Common Room, under a chair or in the fireplace or somewhere..." she thought aloud, dully reading what Peeves suggested doing to peoples' mothers.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:57 pm
Jeremy thought for a second. Then, it hit him. Why the hell didn't he think of that before!! There was defenatly something wrong with him. Sighing, he took out his own wand and pointed it infront of him.
"Accio Clarissa's wand"
He said, waiting.. Hoping that it wouldn't come back to him in ashes or caught on fire or covered in an unplesant substance or something like that...
He blinked and waited, looking over at Clarissa and shruging slightly/
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:08 pm
Clarissa blinked, her bag clutched in her hands, waiting to see if the spell would do anything... when her bag jolted in her arms.
"What the..."
Without warning, her wand shot out of the bag, tearing a hole in the bottom and spilling all her possessions out to the floor, the wand flying at Jeremy's head.
"Ack! Sorry!" Clarissa said quickly, then started cleaning up all her possessions. Everything was in decent order, but as she scoured the heap, she chanced upon a black envelope. "Eh... what's that? Wasn't there before..." She picked it up, tearing it open and scanning the contents of the letter within. Her expression turned from shock to surprise, to laughing her head off. "Oh... my god! Looks like I've got... a secret admirer!" she laughed, barely able to control herself.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:14 pm
Jeremy fell backwards as the wand hit is head. He got up slowly, glaring at her slightly.
"It was in your bag all along!" He said, but then stopped as she said the last part. He opened his mouth, but then shut it, then opened it, and then shut it again.
"Erm.. what does it say?"
He asked, not sure if he liked the idea of his date to the ball having a 'secret admirer'
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:19 pm
Clarissa giggled again, then went into an overly dramatic mode, walking about, reading it in a near-breathless way for the effect.
"Dear Clarissa,
You may not know who I am, but I know who you are. Ever since I first saw you, I've been in love with you, and only you. All these years hiding away are doing nothing; I must confess my feelings. I beg you to go to the Ball with me; what does that loser Jeremy mean to you, anyway? Please, make this love I have for you blossom, instead of wither away and die.
Love,
Anonymous.
Can you believe that? The moron's been reading too many romance books, I think." she tore up the letter, throwing it around her like confetti.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:25 pm
Jeremy stood there, a slightly dumbfounded look played on his face.
"I .. well he-... Loser!!! Obviously I'm not the loser! Who does that anymore... and.. and how the hell does he expect you to "say yes" to him when he hasn't even said who he is! I say forget about it... He's probably some nerd who has been secrectly watching you for like half the year and knows everything about you, even scary personal stuff..-" He paused and cleared his throat. He was pretty sure she got the point.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:30 pm
Clarissa laughed. "Scary personal stuff, eh? I suppose he'd know my birthday, my blood type, my star sign, my dress size, my favourite flower, what wood my wand's made out of, my likes and dislikes, childhood friends, what countries my family's from, favourite colour..." She trailed off, then smirked. "All things I doubt you know!" She stuck her tongue out at him, tossing the envelope into the trash can nearby. "But it is kind of funny, to think that someone out there's so helplessly obsessed with me. Even flattering."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:36 pm
Jeremy looked hurt for a second, but quickly re-arranged his face.
"Well, I know you were born in July... though I don't remember the day.. So that would make you either a Cancer or Leo.. I really have no idea how the hell they size dresses for girls.. I guess I probably should know your favoriate flower for future referance... I obviously know some of your likes and dislikes... erm.." He couldn't remember all the stuff she listed off.
"But would you know the same about me?!" He shot back at her, flashing his ever so common quirky grin.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:46 pm
"Pish posh. My birthday's July 25th, making me a Leo!" She nodded vehemently. "As for flower, I prefer the orchid. For you, however, you were born March 18th, making you a Pisces!" She grinned, and said, "Need I go on? Besides, I'm not quite sure what your favourite flower would be, or your dress size..."
She picked up her wand, repairing her bag with a quick spell, and started loading her books and homework into it. "But don't worry. Secret admirers are just desperate wimps without enough guts to face someone and spill out their secrets to them."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:49 pm
Jeremy's cheeks turned slightly redder as she addressed the 'dress size and favoriate flower'
"You know what I ment!"
He said, giving a small laugh.
"Com'on, now that you got your wand back, which you never even lost, lets go to the library. I need to grab a book on the drought of life so it at least LOOKS like I'm attempting to work..."
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