This is VERY random, but you guys should listen to the piano song "Dragon Lullaby" by Dave Volpe. It is BEAUTIFUL.
For Charlie, I'm changing her favorite classes to Herbology and Potions. And Quidditch, of course.
I was about to continue when a sweaty Ravenclaw with black hair and green eyes came around the corner. My heart dropped as I realized it was Aura. Her face went white, as did Sigmund's.
"I-I thought ye were gettin' ready fer tryouts," I stammered.
"They just finished," she said nervously. "What are you two doing?" She paused and awkwardness filled her expression. "You weren't-"
"No!" Sigmund and I said in unison. We looked at each other and then back at Aura, mortified at the thought. My ears burned like fire, and I hurriedly hid them with my hair.
Aura looked like she'd seen a dancing mandrake. "You were!"
"No, we weren't!" Sigmund protested angrily.
"I can't believe it! Wait 'til Tim hears! Oo, or-"
"Silencio," I snapped, pulling out my wand. Aura fell silent, then began mouthing insults furiously at me. It took all I had in me not to laugh. Then Sigmund grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. Her expression went from mad to terrified as he put his wand up to her neck.
"Are you trying to get us caught?" he hissed venemously. "We're trying to figure this whole mess out, but if you're just going to come prancing in like a firework, we might as well turn ourselves in right now." The pressure he had on his wand turned his knuckles white. Aura looked not only afraid, but hurt. I put a hand on Sigmund's shoulder and he whipped around to face me. I had no time to think.
The wand flew out of his hand and clattered on the ground. I pointed my wand straight at him, forcing him to back up against the wall. Aura stood, frozen. Keeping my eyes on Sigmund, I pointed my wand at Aura.
She let out a relieved sigh and thanked me. She pulled out her wand and faced the Ilvermorny boy.
"So, ya Yankee," I snapped. "Ye think ye can just come over tah our school an' pick duels whenever ye want? Well, think again, because that's not how it works here."
He appeared unfazed. He was a sixth year, and I was a fourth, but I wasn't done.
"At first sight, ya see me as a mild-mannered Hufflepuff, but there's more ta badgers than meets the eye. When our loved ones are hurt, we don't back down from protectin' them. So when some stranger comes from out o' nowhere, the importance of protectin' a family becomes even more vital. Don't ever let meh catch you pickin' fights with me mates again or you can kiss your help goodbye, and go back to where ya came from."
He stared at me, somewhat puzzled, and I was worried that, in my rant, my accent had gone from thick to hardly understandable. Thankfully, he got the jist.
"Sorry," he muttered. Aura handed him his wand and we all stood in the hallway, silent. The level of adrenaline slowly seeped out of the room. When the last of it was gone, Aura spoke.
"So what now?"
Professor Slughorn's words echoed in my mind. "It is a very important book. If in the wrong hands, it could cause dreadful danger to the school. Only show it to those few you can truly trust." I looked at Aura and Sigmund both staring at me curiously, awaiting an answer. I didn't want to tell people quite yet, but this was my chance to prove myself to Sigmund. If I didn't act now, he would continue seeing me as some freak-show who should be locked up in an insane asylum. My heart in my throat, I made my decision.
"The book," I stated.
They both furrowed their eyebrows.
"The what?" Aura asked.
"Professor Slughorn gave me a book. Ever since I got it, events, people, places have come to my mind. I haven't read a single page, yet I know more than is even possible."
Sigmund looked at me expectantly. "Well, where is it?"
The three of us stood at the entrance of the dungeon and I turned to them.
"Slughorn told me if I had any questions, I could ask him. It's quite convenient." I pushed open the wooden door and I heard glass shatter. Peeking a head in, I saw Slughorn bustling over, a green, bubbling liquid sizzling on the stone, bits of glass surrounding it. The professor stopped halfway and squinted.
"Ah, Ms. Barnes!" he greeted cheerfully. "Come in, come in! I've got a pint of pumpkin juice here somewhere." He turned to find it, and the three of us entered, seating ourselves around a large wooden desk. There was a dripping candle at the center. As Slughorn poured two glasses of juice, he continued.
"So, tell me, have you opened the book yet, dear? Don't be worried if you haven't; it took me months. Still haven't been able to figure- Great Scott!" He had turned and saw Sigmund and Aura. His face paled. "Mr. Cloverfield, Ms. Portalsman. Fancy seeing you here. Charlie, wh-what are you three here for?" He got another glass of juice and brought them all to the desk, pouring a forth for himself. I took a swig of my drink and then pulled the book from my robes, placing it on the table. The wood creaked softly from the weight.
"You told them?" Slughorn asked, the color gradually coming back to his face.
"Aye," I nodded. "I was wonderin' if ye could help us figure it out." I went to open it, but it wouldn't open. I was confused. "It just opened last night, I promise."
The professor pulled up a chair and looked at the book. "This is a very interesting book. It has a mind of it own, similar to wands. However, this book is a lot more stubborn. I have not yet figured out what it means. Nor do I know why the knowledge is fed into the owner's mind subconsciously. What I do know is that you three can't figure it out on your own." He winked. "You're friends with Marie Silar, Kendra Piker, Roxanne Hollows, Merida Skye? Any of them?"
"We set next to them all on the train," Aura said.
Slughorn nodded. "They would be good additions. Especially since you have all encountered the dread Fenrir Greyback."
I saw fear creep into Sig's eyes. "Is that-"
"The man on the train, the man in the Forbidden Forest. Indeed. An old follower of Voldemort, escaped from Azkaban just recently. Stay away from him. He's more than a man."
"But how did you know about the Forest?"
"Dear boy, I know a great many things." He didn't expand. Instead, he looked at the clock. "You three should be heading to class soon."
We downed the rest of our pumpkin juice and stood, pushing our chairs in. They creaked loudly. Slughorn clapped me on the back.
"Would you like me to look after the book?" he asked. "You can come during lunch or after school and we can discuss it." He smiled.
I nodded, handing him the book. "That would be great. Thank ye, Professor."
"Any time, dear." He shook Sigmund and Aura's hands. "I will see you two soon. Double Potions: Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, ten o'clock, correct?" They nodded. "Good, good! Now go on."
The three of us were almost out the door when the professor spoke again.
"I think we ought to bring back the old Slug Party."
"The what, sir?" Aura asked.
He waved us off with a hand. "Oh nothing. You'll know soon enough." And with that, we left the room. As we walked down the hall, I felt an odd connection with the two of them. I brushed some hair behind my ear.
"Any idea what a Slug Party is?" Aura asked.
I racked my brains for any memory, but I found it harder to see details without the book in my possession. "The only thing I can think of is Harry Potter's best friend, Ron Weasley havin' a spell backfire due to a broken wand. It made him vomit slugs fer hours. I can't seem to recall how the wand broke, or why he was castin' the spell, but I surely hope that's not what Slughorn means."
"Weird," Sigmund said.
We walked in silence, until I had one vivid image in my mind. It was very odd and I felt incredibly stupid for saying it out loud, but they deserved to know.
"Ice cream?" Sig asked.
I nodded. "It's one memory. I can't see anything else, but that's part of it, I believe. Thank goodness there's not real slugs involved."
"You still never know." Aura pretended to gag.
I shrugged. "We'll see."
Eventually we got to the Great Hall again. I turned to the two of them, keeping my voice low.
"We meet with Slughorn during lunch, aye?" They nodded. "Good. See you then!"
"Bye, Charlie!" Aura walked over to the Ravenclaw table and joined her friends. I was about to go to Liza, but Sig grabbed my shoulder. We faced each other, his sea-green eyes pierced my bright green ones. He put his hands in his pockets.
"Thank you, Charlie," he said sincerely. "I'm sorry about earlier in the hall."
"It's all right, Yankee," I teased. "It was nothin'."
"Well, not really. We didn't listen to your warning, and it almost got us killed. Why are you trusting us after we didn't even give you a chance?"
I grinned. "You're not all that bad, Siggy. I'll see ya at lunch."
"Of course. See you." Then we parted ways. I returned to the group of Hufflepuffs and we resumed talking and laughing for the last few minutes of breakfast. Once I looked up and saw Aura wink at me from her table. It was actually kind of fun to keep a secret.
My first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, doubled with Slytherin. I walked to the classroom with Liza, who was going just down the hall to Charms. As I was waving goodbye to her, I wasn't watching where I was going and I rammed straight into a beautiful girl about my height with light blonde hair in a braid and pale skin. The books in her arms went flying and she immediately pulled out her wand and summoned them all back into her arms before I could help. She pocketed her wand and looked at me, smiling.
"I am so sorry!" I said. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine!" she said happily. "You're a Hufflepuff too, I see."
I looked down at my canary and black robes and then saw she had the same ones on. "Fantastic!" I exclaimed. We both walked into the DADA classroom and saw Professor Weasley scribbling on a piece of parchment at his desk. The girl and I found seats next to each other and we spoke as we took out our supplies.
"My name is Abbigal Larkyn Johanson," she said. "You are?"
"I'm Charlotte Barnes, but you can call me Charlie."
"Brilliant! What are you favorite classes? Mine are Transfiguration and Charms."
"I like Herbology and Potions. Do ya have pet?"
She frowned. "No, do you?"
I nodded. "Brown tawny owl named Mariah. He's a little fiesty, but he's sweet."
We laughed and began the work that had magically appeared on the chalkboard. It said, "What is the best way to differentiate a wolf from a werewolf?" Then something triggered in my mind. Fenrir Greyback. In Ancient Runes we had just discussed the Norse poem Lokasenna and Loki's son was a wolf named Fenrir. The Azkaban escapee had sharp canines, loads of hair, and could smell blood status. It all connected in my mind.
Fenrir Greyback was a werewolf.
Thank you SOOO MUCH for your patience! I hope this makes up for it! I have to get to bed, so I can't proof-read, so sorry if there are any typos... :P