The day started like many others, with a slight bit of fog and rain coming into the Isles of Scilly off the southwest tip of Cornwall England. It was not uncommon for this time of year, or most of the year for that fact. The rains made the plants gleam of glow in multiple shades of green. The gardens were ripe with new growth and ran drops slowly raced down the glass panes. A small forest stood behind the house.
A young man sat in the bay window looking out while stroking the head of Griffey, the family's house-elf. Elliot was nervous about what was coming. His invitation letter to Hogwart had arrived a few days earlier and today was the day he was to leave home.
Griffey, the family's house elf, had its hands full watching over Elliot and his family, today had been extra busy with company and Elliot heading off to school. Even with Griffy’s best effort Elliot always appeared to be wearing rumpled clothes and his dark brown hair was always out of place. How much of this was due to his being a teenage boy, the effects of magic, or a curse of some type, no one was sure. If there was a shoe untied, a button missing, or mismatched socks being worn, it would be on Elliot.
Griffey had become close to Elliot and the two were friends.
Across the room, Liora Thorne was singing to herself listening to the radio. She was busy brewing healing potions for his older sister, Astrid, Elliot thought. Astrid was an apprentice healer studying to be a nurse as well.
“Are you excited,” Astrid asked as she watched Elliot.
His green eyes sparkled a bit and his pupils adjusted to the candlelight. They twitched and looked a little past his mother and sister.
“I guess so,” Elliot said looking up.His tone was a bit nervous and his body language showed more.
Going to a new school, meeting new people, and having to make new friends was not something he was looking forward to.
Turning back to the window, the neighbor, a girl always in a dress with long hair below her knees,was heading off to school. She had been born in Paris and had lived most of her life in France. She had leaned over and kissed Elliot’s cheek after he told her he was going off to a boarding school. The implications of that act evaded his male mind but not the rest of his body. His mind interpreted the surprise act as just something they do on the continent.
A sigh left his chest as he thought about his friends heading for the ferry to make the trip to school.
“It is not like I am going away forever,” the young man said hoping.
His father arrived home with sacks of things wrapped in brown paper. Cheese, meat, and bread were what he brought for the trip. Like most teenage boys he could eat then eat more five minutes later.
Liora corked the potions and called Griffey over to pack them in Elliot’s bags. Looking over at Alaric she signaled that Elliot was nervous.
“Elaine, stopped me on the way home to ask about the Blake’s new kittens,” his father,Alaric, said knowing that the neighbor girl’s name would draw Elliot’s interest.
In a teasing tone, Astrid asked, “I wonder if she will name it Elliot?”
Elliot tightened his hands to try to maintain control of himself and continued to look out the window watching his family's reflection in the glass as a blush came over him from his toes to his ears. A snarky retort brewed in his mind but did make it to his mouth.
Older sisters had a way of teasing to get a big reaction. Like most things he missed her smile that showed she was happy the boy was growing up. He was just happy that Elaine had noticed him. Elliot knew other boys in his class that were taller, more athletic, and even smarter than him.
Elliot's class was small enough that he was not bullied, but not always included. Like many teenages he did not always fit in. This was not to say that Elliot was not smart. His one hidden talent was that he could draw. His drawings, even the quick ones, were in intricate detail and the images came to life in his mind. It was like they were trapped there begging to get out. In his sketchbook Elaine filled a few pages. So did some birds, fish, flowers, fairies, and other animals.
His mother had watched the interaction and smiled slightly with a hand covering her mouth. She did not want to embarrass Elliot.
Reading the room and the exchange, his father came over and placed a hare hand on Elliot’s shoulder and announced, “Time to get going.”
The family neared the door as the two of them prepared to leave. Hugs were given including one for Griffey. Elliot then put on his best smile and grabbed his bags.
The walk down to the docks went quickly. Looking down, walked lost in thought. He tried to imagine what it was like when his father made this walk. He had never seen his father scared or looking awkward.
Within minutes a wizard ferry arrived and the pair boarded. It looked and smelled like a normal ferry but it moved much quicker through the water.
“We are heading to the top of Diagon Avenue,” Alaric said proudly to the ticket seller.
The ferry darted through the water appearing to pass through a cargo ship. It made four more stops before reaching their destination.
Diagon Alley was busy as students from the different academies would be all shopping for their supplies.
“How did you manage to wrinkle your robe already?” Madam Malkin asked after Elliot’s robe fitting. Elliot smiled slightly thinking his mother would ask the same thing.
Books, robes, supplies were easy to select and purchase, but the wands. They were special because they chose you.
After that, his father took him to catch the train to Hogwart. Before he gave his son a hug, he slid a small book into Elliot’s pocket.
“Some simple animal magic. It can be helpful to transform into a mouse or dog at times.
Elliot made his way to his seat in a cabin car. It looked like the train cars that he had ridden in before. But it smelled a bit different.
A young man sat in the bay window looking out while stroking the head of Griffey, the family's house-elf. Elliot was nervous about what was coming. His invitation letter to Hogwart had arrived a few days earlier and today was the day he was to leave home.
Griffey, the family's house elf, had its hands full watching over Elliot and his family, today had been extra busy with company and Elliot heading off to school. Even with Griffy’s best effort Elliot always appeared to be wearing rumpled clothes and his dark brown hair was always out of place. How much of this was due to his being a teenage boy, the effects of magic, or a curse of some type, no one was sure. If there was a shoe untied, a button missing, or mismatched socks being worn, it would be on Elliot.
Griffey had become close to Elliot and the two were friends.
Across the room, Liora Thorne was singing to herself listening to the radio. She was busy brewing healing potions for his older sister, Astrid, Elliot thought. Astrid was an apprentice healer studying to be a nurse as well.
“Are you excited,” Astrid asked as she watched Elliot.
His green eyes sparkled a bit and his pupils adjusted to the candlelight. They twitched and looked a little past his mother and sister.
“I guess so,” Elliot said looking up.His tone was a bit nervous and his body language showed more.
Going to a new school, meeting new people, and having to make new friends was not something he was looking forward to.
Turning back to the window, the neighbor, a girl always in a dress with long hair below her knees,was heading off to school. She had been born in Paris and had lived most of her life in France. She had leaned over and kissed Elliot’s cheek after he told her he was going off to a boarding school. The implications of that act evaded his male mind but not the rest of his body. His mind interpreted the surprise act as just something they do on the continent.
A sigh left his chest as he thought about his friends heading for the ferry to make the trip to school.
“It is not like I am going away forever,” the young man said hoping.
His father arrived home with sacks of things wrapped in brown paper. Cheese, meat, and bread were what he brought for the trip. Like most teenage boys he could eat then eat more five minutes later.
Liora corked the potions and called Griffey over to pack them in Elliot’s bags. Looking over at Alaric she signaled that Elliot was nervous.
“Elaine, stopped me on the way home to ask about the Blake’s new kittens,” his father,Alaric, said knowing that the neighbor girl’s name would draw Elliot’s interest.
In a teasing tone, Astrid asked, “I wonder if she will name it Elliot?”
Elliot tightened his hands to try to maintain control of himself and continued to look out the window watching his family's reflection in the glass as a blush came over him from his toes to his ears. A snarky retort brewed in his mind but did make it to his mouth.
Older sisters had a way of teasing to get a big reaction. Like most things he missed her smile that showed she was happy the boy was growing up. He was just happy that Elaine had noticed him. Elliot knew other boys in his class that were taller, more athletic, and even smarter than him.
Elliot's class was small enough that he was not bullied, but not always included. Like many teenages he did not always fit in. This was not to say that Elliot was not smart. His one hidden talent was that he could draw. His drawings, even the quick ones, were in intricate detail and the images came to life in his mind. It was like they were trapped there begging to get out. In his sketchbook Elaine filled a few pages. So did some birds, fish, flowers, fairies, and other animals.
His mother had watched the interaction and smiled slightly with a hand covering her mouth. She did not want to embarrass Elliot.
Reading the room and the exchange, his father came over and placed a hare hand on Elliot’s shoulder and announced, “Time to get going.”
The family neared the door as the two of them prepared to leave. Hugs were given including one for Griffey. Elliot then put on his best smile and grabbed his bags.
The walk down to the docks went quickly. Looking down, walked lost in thought. He tried to imagine what it was like when his father made this walk. He had never seen his father scared or looking awkward.
Within minutes a wizard ferry arrived and the pair boarded. It looked and smelled like a normal ferry but it moved much quicker through the water.
“We are heading to the top of Diagon Avenue,” Alaric said proudly to the ticket seller.
The ferry darted through the water appearing to pass through a cargo ship. It made four more stops before reaching their destination.
Diagon Alley was busy as students from the different academies would be all shopping for their supplies.
“How did you manage to wrinkle your robe already?” Madam Malkin asked after Elliot’s robe fitting. Elliot smiled slightly thinking his mother would ask the same thing.
Books, robes, supplies were easy to select and purchase, but the wands. They were special because they chose you.
After that, his father took him to catch the train to Hogwart. Before he gave his son a hug, he slid a small book into Elliot’s pocket.
“Some simple animal magic. It can be helpful to transform into a mouse or dog at times.
Elliot made his way to his seat in a cabin car. It looked like the train cars that he had ridden in before. But it smelled a bit different.
As the train chugged along towards Hogwarts, the atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation. Students chatted eagerly, discussing their summer adventures and plans for the upcoming school year. Suddenly, a commotion broke out at one end of the train corridor.
A small eruption, shook the train car followed by shimmering blue smoke that drifted through the air, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Elliot Thorne, a young wizard with bright eyes and an adventurous spirit, came running down the corridor. His long, red hair flowed behind him as he chased after five blue butterflies fluttering around him in a playful dance. Other boys pushed pass fleeing the havoc that had been created.
"Whoa, what's going on?" someone exclaimed loudly.
Elliot weaved through the students and into find Annika and Ollie looking out the window. Boys continued to scatter fleeing the conductor. Laughter ringing out in the corridor. Butterflies twirled around him, leaving a trail of sparkling blue dust in the
"Sorry to bother you! Just a little magical mishap," Elliot said sitting down opposite her, his voice laced with excitement.
"I was trying out a new spell, and, well, it seems I accidentally turned myself into a butterfly magnet!" He chuckled, the butterflies fluttering around him in a mesmerizing display.
The conductor shot past, still yelling at the other boys. Elliot kept his head down and avoided her gaze.
“I am Elliot,” his said putting out a hand.
A small eruption, shook the train car followed by shimmering blue smoke that drifted through the air, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Elliot Thorne, a young wizard with bright eyes and an adventurous spirit, came running down the corridor. His long, red hair flowed behind him as he chased after five blue butterflies fluttering around him in a playful dance. Other boys pushed pass fleeing the havoc that had been created.
"Whoa, what's going on?" someone exclaimed loudly.
Elliot weaved through the students and into find Annika and Ollie looking out the window. Boys continued to scatter fleeing the conductor. Laughter ringing out in the corridor. Butterflies twirled around him, leaving a trail of sparkling blue dust in the
"Sorry to bother you! Just a little magical mishap," Elliot said sitting down opposite her, his voice laced with excitement.
"I was trying out a new spell, and, well, it seems I accidentally turned myself into a butterfly magnet!" He chuckled, the butterflies fluttering around him in a mesmerizing display.
The conductor shot past, still yelling at the other boys. Elliot kept his head down and avoided her gaze.
“I am Elliot,” his said putting out a hand.
Elliot grinned as Ollie crawled onto his arm, feeling a sense of warmth from the bowtruckle's unexpected affection. "Nice to meet you too, Ollie," he said, scratching the tiny creature behind the ears before he settled on his shoulder. He turned his attention back to Anissa, intrigued by her mention of a best friend who wouldn't be joining them at Hogwarts.
"I'm excited, yeah," Elliot replied, adjusting his glasses. "But I'm sorry to hear about your friend. It can be tough being separated from someone you're close to." He paused, considering her words about making new friends. "Well, I'd be happy to be your friend, if you'd like," he offered with a friendly smile.
As Anissa playfully interacted with Ollie, Elliot couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with her. "Ollie seems like a fun companion," he remarked, chuckling at the bowtruckle's antics. "And don't worry about him scaring me. I think he's quite charming." He pulled out the animal book from his pocket.
He nodded at Anissa's question about the new school year. "I'm definitely curious to see what's in store. Hogwarts is new to me, first year and all," he said, excitement bubbling in his chest. "Maybe this year will be different in all the best ways."
As the train rattled on towards Hogwarts, Elliot found himself feeling grateful for the chance encounter with Anissa and Ollie, sensing that this year might just be the start of something magical.
"I'm excited, yeah," Elliot replied, adjusting his glasses. "But I'm sorry to hear about your friend. It can be tough being separated from someone you're close to." He paused, considering her words about making new friends. "Well, I'd be happy to be your friend, if you'd like," he offered with a friendly smile.
As Anissa playfully interacted with Ollie, Elliot couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with her. "Ollie seems like a fun companion," he remarked, chuckling at the bowtruckle's antics. "And don't worry about him scaring me. I think he's quite charming." He pulled out the animal book from his pocket.
He nodded at Anissa's question about the new school year. "I'm definitely curious to see what's in store. Hogwarts is new to me, first year and all," he said, excitement bubbling in his chest. "Maybe this year will be different in all the best ways."
As the train rattled on towards Hogwarts, Elliot found himself feeling grateful for the chance encounter with Anissa and Ollie, sensing that this year might just be the start of something magical.
Elliot felt a wave of relief wash over him as Anissa accepted his offer of friendship. Her warm smile and kind demeanor instantly made him feel at ease. "I'm really looking forward to it," he said with genuine excitement. "And who knows? Maybe I'll end up in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Both sound like great houses."
When Anissa mentioned her own house and the possibility of him being a Ravenclaw, Elliot's curiosity peaked. "Gryffindor sounds amazing, and Ravenclaw has always seemed pretty cool to me," he said thoughtfully. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."
Elliot watched Ollie with a sense of fascination and amusement. The little bowtruckle's actions were endearing, and he felt a sense of camaraderie with the creature. "I've always been interested in magical creatures," Elliot admitted. "My dad is an expert in Magical Creatures, so I guess I picked up a few things from him."
As Anissa looked out the window, Elliot noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes. He didn't want to pry, but he hoped that their conversation could help distract her from whatever was troubling her. He smiled as Ollie came back to his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort from the little creature's presence.
"You know, I'm really glad I ran into you," Elliot said, genuinely. "It's nice to have someone to talk to on the way to Hogwarts. And Ollie is pretty awesome, too." He chuckled as Ollie interacted with Anissa, the bond between them evident and heartwarming.
When Anissa offered Ollie a treat, Elliot watched with amusement as the bowtruckle eagerly jumped over to her. The affectionate exchange between them brought a smile to his face. "You two make a great team," he remarked. "It's clear how much you care about each other."
Elliot leaned back in his seat, feeling a sense of optimism about the upcoming school year. With new friends like Anissa and Ollie by his side, he felt ready to take on whatever adventures Hogwarts had in store. "Here's to a great year," he said, "And to new friends."
When Anissa mentioned her own house and the possibility of him being a Ravenclaw, Elliot's curiosity peaked. "Gryffindor sounds amazing, and Ravenclaw has always seemed pretty cool to me," he said thoughtfully. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."
Elliot watched Ollie with a sense of fascination and amusement. The little bowtruckle's actions were endearing, and he felt a sense of camaraderie with the creature. "I've always been interested in magical creatures," Elliot admitted. "My dad is an expert in Magical Creatures, so I guess I picked up a few things from him."
As Anissa looked out the window, Elliot noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes. He didn't want to pry, but he hoped that their conversation could help distract her from whatever was troubling her. He smiled as Ollie came back to his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort from the little creature's presence.
"You know, I'm really glad I ran into you," Elliot said, genuinely. "It's nice to have someone to talk to on the way to Hogwarts. And Ollie is pretty awesome, too." He chuckled as Ollie interacted with Anissa, the bond between them evident and heartwarming.
When Anissa offered Ollie a treat, Elliot watched with amusement as the bowtruckle eagerly jumped over to her. The affectionate exchange between them brought a smile to his face. "You two make a great team," he remarked. "It's clear how much you care about each other."
Elliot leaned back in his seat, feeling a sense of optimism about the upcoming school year. With new friends like Anissa and Ollie by his side, he felt ready to take on whatever adventures Hogwarts had in store. "Here's to a great year," he said, "And to new friends."
Elliot watched the interaction with O'Brian with a mixture of anger and helplessness, feeling a protective surge for his new friend. He had heard about the prejudices some students held, but witnessing it firsthand was another matter entirely.
As Anissa ran out of the compartment, tears streaming down her face, Elliot felt a pang of guilt for not stepping in sooner. He looked at Ollie, who was making sign language motions and then writing something down. When Ollie showed him the paper, Elliot's heart ached for Anissa.
O’Brian turned his attention to Elliot. First year students were good targets for being hazed and harassed.
"You are a bloody bully, plain and simple," Elliot said to O’Brian softly.
“What did you say to me?” The older boy said coming into the compartment in a more threatening way. With his right arm he swung, trying to knock Ollie into Elliot.
In the length of time he took a breath out a spell, Elliot changed form a large wild cat pounced hitting O’Brian in the chest knocking him back and on the floor. Elliot remained on top of him as the older boy fumbled to find his well. Elliot kept his claws on O’Brian’s skin and use his weight to keep O’Brian from getting and advantage on him. Claws were great equalizer. O’Brian let out a scream and the conductor came to check out the new commotion. Seventeen pounds cat moved off the older boy and sat there as the conductor started to yell at the two of them.
“Sorry, he tried to hurt Ollie,” the cat said with Elliot’s voice. The fur color was a bit off, but he had managed to pull off a fairly impressive cat.
“Both of you, back to your cabins. Be sure the Head Master will hear about this,” she said in a tone that indicated frustration.
Slinking back into the cabin Elliot hopped back on the seat and tried to change back. Not once, but thrice with no luck. He was stuck and now worried what others would think and say. He was mostly worried about what Annisa would think. He did not want to look silly.
Looking back to Ollie he said, “There is always a reason. He might like her or be jealous of her…”
Elliot could come up lots of reasons. None of them were good reasons.
As Anissa ran out of the compartment, tears streaming down her face, Elliot felt a pang of guilt for not stepping in sooner. He looked at Ollie, who was making sign language motions and then writing something down. When Ollie showed him the paper, Elliot's heart ached for Anissa.
O’Brian turned his attention to Elliot. First year students were good targets for being hazed and harassed.
"You are a bloody bully, plain and simple," Elliot said to O’Brian softly.
“What did you say to me?” The older boy said coming into the compartment in a more threatening way. With his right arm he swung, trying to knock Ollie into Elliot.
In the length of time he took a breath out a spell, Elliot changed form a large wild cat pounced hitting O’Brian in the chest knocking him back and on the floor. Elliot remained on top of him as the older boy fumbled to find his well. Elliot kept his claws on O’Brian’s skin and use his weight to keep O’Brian from getting and advantage on him. Claws were great equalizer. O’Brian let out a scream and the conductor came to check out the new commotion. Seventeen pounds cat moved off the older boy and sat there as the conductor started to yell at the two of them.
“Sorry, he tried to hurt Ollie,” the cat said with Elliot’s voice. The fur color was a bit off, but he had managed to pull off a fairly impressive cat.
“Both of you, back to your cabins. Be sure the Head Master will hear about this,” she said in a tone that indicated frustration.
Slinking back into the cabin Elliot hopped back on the seat and tried to change back. Not once, but thrice with no luck. He was stuck and now worried what others would think and say. He was mostly worried about what Annisa would think. He did not want to look silly.
Looking back to Ollie he said, “There is always a reason. He might like her or be jealous of her…”
Elliot could come up lots of reasons. None of them were good reasons.
Frowning as a cat, Elliot said, “O’Brian tried to hurt Ollie, so I made him stop.”
Pausing for a breath he continued, “I remembered how to change to a cat. Being angry made it easier. But changing back…”
Sheepishly he said, “Either O’Brian does not like anyone or he likes you a lot. It reminds me a of kittens playing, just meaner.”
The transformation explained why Elliot did not have a familiar yet.
Pulling the book with his claws, he allowed her to pick it up.
“back cover has the spell,” he added.
Other students walked past, pointing and giggling at the pair.
Elliot wanted to die. Feeling like he made a fool of himself.
“I wish I could have turned into a wolf ,or something bigger,” he added.
Elliot knew that magic was not always the best solution to solving problems, but he wanted to bite O’Brian for Anissa and Ollie’s sake.
Pausing for a breath he continued, “I remembered how to change to a cat. Being angry made it easier. But changing back…”
Sheepishly he said, “Either O’Brian does not like anyone or he likes you a lot. It reminds me a of kittens playing, just meaner.”
The transformation explained why Elliot did not have a familiar yet.
Pulling the book with his claws, he allowed her to pick it up.
“back cover has the spell,” he added.
Other students walked past, pointing and giggling at the pair.
Elliot wanted to die. Feeling like he made a fool of himself.
“I wish I could have turned into a wolf ,or something bigger,” he added.
Elliot knew that magic was not always the best solution to solving problems, but he wanted to bite O’Brian for Anissa and Ollie’s sake.
Elliot, returned to his human form after a few moment. Taking a deep breath, his head spun and his thoughts with it. Reeling from the transformation and the chaos it caused, he grabbed for the arm rests to hold on. When things calmed dow, he ran a hand through his hair.
"Thanks, Anissa," he said, his voice a bit shaky. "I'm really sorry about all of that. I didn’t mean to make things worse."
He looked at her trying to figure all this out.
“I am use to being bullied,” he said with a pause,” I am not use to fighting back. I had been sneaking the book from my Dad’s library.”
A bit of a blush came over him.
“When I turn into a cat,” he said with a bit of pride, “I become a hunter, and no one bullies me.”
He turned to look out the window. He had not meant to share that much. He pulled his arms tighter to himself and turned his knees towards the windows.
As another group of magelings passed the compartment and whispered.
The look on Elliots face, conveyed the fact that he wished he could hurt them like the pain he was feeling from them.
“We are quite a pair,” he said in a tone indicating he hoped Anissa still accepted him.
Watching trees pass at speeds faster than they should.
“How long will it before before they teach us how to move things by spells? As a Cat, it is hard to get things out of pockets,” He asked with some real concearn.
His father told him the secret to being a good mage was to be prepared.
He looked and Anissa hoping she knew the answer.
"Thanks, Anissa," he said, his voice a bit shaky. "I'm really sorry about all of that. I didn’t mean to make things worse."
He looked at her trying to figure all this out.
“I am use to being bullied,” he said with a pause,” I am not use to fighting back. I had been sneaking the book from my Dad’s library.”
A bit of a blush came over him.
“When I turn into a cat,” he said with a bit of pride, “I become a hunter, and no one bullies me.”
He turned to look out the window. He had not meant to share that much. He pulled his arms tighter to himself and turned his knees towards the windows.
As another group of magelings passed the compartment and whispered.
The look on Elliots face, conveyed the fact that he wished he could hurt them like the pain he was feeling from them.
“We are quite a pair,” he said in a tone indicating he hoped Anissa still accepted him.
Watching trees pass at speeds faster than they should.
“How long will it before before they teach us how to move things by spells? As a Cat, it is hard to get things out of pockets,” He asked with some real concearn.
His father told him the secret to being a good mage was to be prepared.
He looked and Anissa hoping she knew the answer.
As Anissa moved the book Elliot’s mouth dropped. He was amazed at her spell and her as well. She had much better control that he did and she did not seem to let her emotions push and pull her magic.
“That would be helpful when I am a cat, no thumbs and all,” he said sounding awe struck and feeling like he was an idiot.
As the train came to a halt, Elliot gathered his things, his mind swirling with the events of the day. He felt a mixture of gratitude and apprehension, knowing that Anissa was determined to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble for defending Ollie. He took a deep breath, determined to face whatever came next with courage.
When Anissa promised she would see him soon, Elliot smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Anissa. I'll see you at the Sorting Ceremony," he said, feeling a bit more at ease.
He followed the other first-years off the train, his heart pounding as they approached the grand castle of Hogwarts. The towering spires and majestic architecture filled him with awe, but also a sense of belonging. This was where he would learn to harness his magic and make lasting friendships.
As the first-year student made their way to the castle, Elliot was nervious. He could not swim and he did not like being out on a lake. He tried hard to hide his apprehention.
Dumbledore, known for his wisdom and fairness, would handle the situation with a blend of sternness and understanding. Here's how he might address the issue:
As the First-year students followed their leaders, Professor Dumbledore called Elliot out of the crowd. This made some of the students snicker and whisper. That was the worst punishment.
As the entered Dumbledore’s office, Elliot stood nervously in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's desk, fidgeting with the edges of his robe. The room was filled with various magical artifacts, their soft glows casting a calming ambiance. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with a mix of concern and amusement.
"Mr. Elliot," Dumbledore began, his voice gentle but firm, "I have been informed about the incident on the train. Transforming into a European wildcat to attack a fellow student is quite an unusual and serious matter."
Elliot swallowed hard, his ears burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to cause trouble. O'Brian was bullying Anissa and her bowtruckle, Ollie. I just... I had to do something."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, steepling his fingers. "I understand your intentions, Elliot. Defending a friend is commendable, but violence, even in self-defense, must be handled with care. Magic, especially transformative magic, should never be used recklessly. It can lead to unintended consequences."
Elliot felt a lump form in his throat. "I didn't know what else to do. He was being really cruel to Anissa."
The Headmaster's expression softened. "Compassion and bravery are admirable traits, Elliot, but we must also strive to use our abilities wisely and justly. Bullying is not tolerated at Hogwarts, and I will address O'Brian's behavior accordingly."
Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, his gaze intent. "However, you must also understand the importance of controlling your transformations. Such actions can easily spiral out of control, putting yourself and others at risk."
Elliot nodded, feeling a mix of relief and regret. "Yes, Professor. I'll do better."
Dumbledore smiled gently. "I believe you will. To help you with this, I will assign you some additional lessons on control and responsible use of magic. Professor McGonagall will assist you with these."
Elliot's eyes widened. "Thank you, Professor. I appreciate it."
Dumbledore nodded. "One more thing, Elliot. Anissa spoke highly of you and your actions. Friendship and loyalty are powerful, but always remember to seek help from teachers or prefects when you encounter such situations. We are here to guide and protect you."
"Yes, Professor," Elliot replied, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.
"Good," Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "Now, go and enjoy the feast. And remember, your journey at Hogwarts is just beginning. There will be many opportunities to learn and grow."
As Elliot left the office, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. He would make sure to learn from this experience and strive to be the best wizard he could be, using his powers responsibly and with integrity.
With a bit of a smile, Elliot gathered with the rest of the first-year stundent in the Great Hall, the ceiling enchanted to reflect the night sky. Elliot marveled at the sight, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. As the Sorting Hat was brought out, he watched in anticipation as each student was called forward to be sorted into their houses.
When his name was finally called, Elliot stepped forward, trying to steady his breathing. He sat on the stool, and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. For a moment, everything went quiet, and then he heard a voice in his mind.
"Hmm, interesting. A brave heart, willing to defend others, but also a keen mind, always seeking knowledge. Where shall I place you?"
Elliot swallowed, hoping for Ravenclaw, where he could nurture his love for learning and magic. The hat seemed to deliberate for a moment longer before shouting, "Ravenclaw!"
Elliot's heart leaped with joy, and he made his way to the Ravenclaw table, where his new housemates greeted him with applause and smiles. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table looing for Anissa.
As the feast began, Elliot couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. He knew there would be challenges ahead, but with friends like Anissa and Ollie, he felt ready to face whatever came his way. He made a silent promise to himself to always stand up for what was right and to be a good friend, no matter what obstacles he might encounter.
Looking around at his new housemates, Elliot felt a renewed sense of purpose. This was his home now, and he was determined to make the most of his time at Hogwarts.
“That would be helpful when I am a cat, no thumbs and all,” he said sounding awe struck and feeling like he was an idiot.
As the train came to a halt, Elliot gathered his things, his mind swirling with the events of the day. He felt a mixture of gratitude and apprehension, knowing that Anissa was determined to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble for defending Ollie. He took a deep breath, determined to face whatever came next with courage.
When Anissa promised she would see him soon, Elliot smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Anissa. I'll see you at the Sorting Ceremony," he said, feeling a bit more at ease.
He followed the other first-years off the train, his heart pounding as they approached the grand castle of Hogwarts. The towering spires and majestic architecture filled him with awe, but also a sense of belonging. This was where he would learn to harness his magic and make lasting friendships.
As the first-year student made their way to the castle, Elliot was nervious. He could not swim and he did not like being out on a lake. He tried hard to hide his apprehention.
Dumbledore, known for his wisdom and fairness, would handle the situation with a blend of sternness and understanding. Here's how he might address the issue:
As the First-year students followed their leaders, Professor Dumbledore called Elliot out of the crowd. This made some of the students snicker and whisper. That was the worst punishment.
As the entered Dumbledore’s office, Elliot stood nervously in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's desk, fidgeting with the edges of his robe. The room was filled with various magical artifacts, their soft glows casting a calming ambiance. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with a mix of concern and amusement.
"Mr. Elliot," Dumbledore began, his voice gentle but firm, "I have been informed about the incident on the train. Transforming into a European wildcat to attack a fellow student is quite an unusual and serious matter."
Elliot swallowed hard, his ears burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to cause trouble. O'Brian was bullying Anissa and her bowtruckle, Ollie. I just... I had to do something."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, steepling his fingers. "I understand your intentions, Elliot. Defending a friend is commendable, but violence, even in self-defense, must be handled with care. Magic, especially transformative magic, should never be used recklessly. It can lead to unintended consequences."
Elliot felt a lump form in his throat. "I didn't know what else to do. He was being really cruel to Anissa."
The Headmaster's expression softened. "Compassion and bravery are admirable traits, Elliot, but we must also strive to use our abilities wisely and justly. Bullying is not tolerated at Hogwarts, and I will address O'Brian's behavior accordingly."
Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, his gaze intent. "However, you must also understand the importance of controlling your transformations. Such actions can easily spiral out of control, putting yourself and others at risk."
Elliot nodded, feeling a mix of relief and regret. "Yes, Professor. I'll do better."
Dumbledore smiled gently. "I believe you will. To help you with this, I will assign you some additional lessons on control and responsible use of magic. Professor McGonagall will assist you with these."
Elliot's eyes widened. "Thank you, Professor. I appreciate it."
Dumbledore nodded. "One more thing, Elliot. Anissa spoke highly of you and your actions. Friendship and loyalty are powerful, but always remember to seek help from teachers or prefects when you encounter such situations. We are here to guide and protect you."
"Yes, Professor," Elliot replied, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.
"Good," Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "Now, go and enjoy the feast. And remember, your journey at Hogwarts is just beginning. There will be many opportunities to learn and grow."
As Elliot left the office, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination. He would make sure to learn from this experience and strive to be the best wizard he could be, using his powers responsibly and with integrity.
With a bit of a smile, Elliot gathered with the rest of the first-year stundent in the Great Hall, the ceiling enchanted to reflect the night sky. Elliot marveled at the sight, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. As the Sorting Hat was brought out, he watched in anticipation as each student was called forward to be sorted into their houses.
When his name was finally called, Elliot stepped forward, trying to steady his breathing. He sat on the stool, and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. For a moment, everything went quiet, and then he heard a voice in his mind.
"Hmm, interesting. A brave heart, willing to defend others, but also a keen mind, always seeking knowledge. Where shall I place you?"
Elliot swallowed, hoping for Ravenclaw, where he could nurture his love for learning and magic. The hat seemed to deliberate for a moment longer before shouting, "Ravenclaw!"
Elliot's heart leaped with joy, and he made his way to the Ravenclaw table, where his new housemates greeted him with applause and smiles. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table looing for Anissa.
As the feast began, Elliot couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. He knew there would be challenges ahead, but with friends like Anissa and Ollie, he felt ready to face whatever came his way. He made a silent promise to himself to always stand up for what was right and to be a good friend, no matter what obstacles he might encounter.
Looking around at his new housemates, Elliot felt a renewed sense of purpose. This was his home now, and he was determined to make the most of his time at Hogwarts.
The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the Sorting Ceremony concluded and the students enjoyed their first meal of the school year. Elliot sat at the Ravenclaw table, his heart still pounding from his recent conversation with Headmaster Dumbledore. As he finished his pumpkin juice, he looked around, taking in the grandiose surroundings and the lively chatter of his new housemates.
Once the feast ended, the prefects began to guide the first-years to their respective common rooms. Elliot followed the Ravenclaw prefect, a tall and confident seventh-year named Helena, through the bustling corridors of Hogwarts. As they walked, she pointed out various landmarks and offered snippets of advice.
"This is the Grand Staircase," Helena said, gesturing to the vast, shifting stairway that connected the castle's many floors. "Be mindful of the moving stairs; they have a mind of their own. And over there," she pointed to a painting of a bowl of fruit, "is the entrance to the kitchens. If you ever need a snack, just tickle the pear."
Elliot's eyes widened in amazement as they continued their journey. He marveled at the enchanted suits of armor, the ever-changing portraits, and the intricate architecture of the castle. Along the way, they encountered Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower.
"Ah, the new Ravenclaws!" Nick exclaimed, tipping his hat. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I hope you'll find your time here enlightening."
"Thank you, Sir Nicholas," Helena replied politely, leading the group onward.
Eventually, they reached the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, located at the top of a spiral staircase in the west tower. Helena stopped in front of a plain wooden door with an ornate bronze knocker shaped like an eagle.
"To enter the Ravenclaw common room," Helena explained, "you must answer a riddle posed by the knocker. It's a test of wit and wisdom."
She lifted the knocker, and it spoke in a melodic voice, "What has keys but can't open locks?"
Elliot thought for a moment before Helena whispered, "A piano."
"Correct," the knocker replied, and the door swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room.
The room was a sight to behold. It was a spacious, airy chamber with arched windows offering stunning views of the grounds and the night sky. Blue and bronze decor adorned the room, and a tall marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stood in a corner. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with countless volumes on every imaginable subject.
Helena turned to Elliot and said. "Professor Dumbledore has arranged for a special room for you, Elliot, follow me."
Curious and a bit apprehensive, Elliot followed Helena through another corridor. They walked for several minutes until they reached a small, secluded tower. Helena stopped in front of a door with an old plaque that Elliot could not read.
"This room overlooks the lake," Helena said, opening the door. "It's a quiet, peaceful place, perfect for studying and reflecting."
Elliot stepped inside and was immediately struck by the cozy, inviting atmosphere. The room was smaller than his room back home. It was comfortable furnished. The bed was comfortable bed, a wooden desk, and a bookshelf filled with various texts. The large window offered a breathtaking view of the Black Lake, its surface shimmering under the moonlight.
"Thank you, Helena," Elliot said, feeling a mix of gratitude and awe. "This is perfect."
Helena smiled. "You're welcome. If you need anything, just let me know. The password to access this tower is 'Eagle's Perch.' Get some rest; classes start tomorrow."
Elliot thanked her again and began unpacking his belongings, placing his books and wand in easy reach.
He sat in the bay window looking out at the water and the waves. This place sort of felt like home. A bit of anxiety gripped him, something was not right. It tugged at him from deep inside. There was no bubbling potions coming from the kitchen, no exotic pets getting underfoot, just him.
For a few moments, he was envious of Anissa having Ollie. He watched a small light errupted beyond some rocks. He sat wedged in the bay window and watched the night till he fell asleep.
Once the feast ended, the prefects began to guide the first-years to their respective common rooms. Elliot followed the Ravenclaw prefect, a tall and confident seventh-year named Helena, through the bustling corridors of Hogwarts. As they walked, she pointed out various landmarks and offered snippets of advice.
"This is the Grand Staircase," Helena said, gesturing to the vast, shifting stairway that connected the castle's many floors. "Be mindful of the moving stairs; they have a mind of their own. And over there," she pointed to a painting of a bowl of fruit, "is the entrance to the kitchens. If you ever need a snack, just tickle the pear."
Elliot's eyes widened in amazement as they continued their journey. He marveled at the enchanted suits of armor, the ever-changing portraits, and the intricate architecture of the castle. Along the way, they encountered Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower.
"Ah, the new Ravenclaws!" Nick exclaimed, tipping his hat. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I hope you'll find your time here enlightening."
"Thank you, Sir Nicholas," Helena replied politely, leading the group onward.
Eventually, they reached the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, located at the top of a spiral staircase in the west tower. Helena stopped in front of a plain wooden door with an ornate bronze knocker shaped like an eagle.
"To enter the Ravenclaw common room," Helena explained, "you must answer a riddle posed by the knocker. It's a test of wit and wisdom."
She lifted the knocker, and it spoke in a melodic voice, "What has keys but can't open locks?"
Elliot thought for a moment before Helena whispered, "A piano."
"Correct," the knocker replied, and the door swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room.
The room was a sight to behold. It was a spacious, airy chamber with arched windows offering stunning views of the grounds and the night sky. Blue and bronze decor adorned the room, and a tall marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw stood in a corner. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with countless volumes on every imaginable subject.
Helena turned to Elliot and said. "Professor Dumbledore has arranged for a special room for you, Elliot, follow me."
Curious and a bit apprehensive, Elliot followed Helena through another corridor. They walked for several minutes until they reached a small, secluded tower. Helena stopped in front of a door with an old plaque that Elliot could not read.
"This room overlooks the lake," Helena said, opening the door. "It's a quiet, peaceful place, perfect for studying and reflecting."
Elliot stepped inside and was immediately struck by the cozy, inviting atmosphere. The room was smaller than his room back home. It was comfortable furnished. The bed was comfortable bed, a wooden desk, and a bookshelf filled with various texts. The large window offered a breathtaking view of the Black Lake, its surface shimmering under the moonlight.
"Thank you, Helena," Elliot said, feeling a mix of gratitude and awe. "This is perfect."
Helena smiled. "You're welcome. If you need anything, just let me know. The password to access this tower is 'Eagle's Perch.' Get some rest; classes start tomorrow."
Elliot thanked her again and began unpacking his belongings, placing his books and wand in easy reach.
He sat in the bay window looking out at the water and the waves. This place sort of felt like home. A bit of anxiety gripped him, something was not right. It tugged at him from deep inside. There was no bubbling potions coming from the kitchen, no exotic pets getting underfoot, just him.
For a few moments, he was envious of Anissa having Ollie. He watched a small light errupted beyond some rocks. He sat wedged in the bay window and watched the night till he fell asleep.
Elliot woke up early, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the small window of his cozy room overlooking the Great Lake. The gentle sound of water lapping against the shore was calming, and he felt a sense of excitement for the day ahead. Today was his first full day of classes at Hogwarts, and he was eager to dive into his studies.
He quickly dressed in his Ravenclaw robes, the blue and silver colors giving him a sense of pride. After making sure his tie was properly knotted, he grabbed his wand and headed out. As he made his way down the spiral staircase, he encountered the Ravenclaw ghost, The Grey Lady, who nodded at him in silent acknowledgment.
"Good morning, Lady Ravenclaw," he greeted respectfully. She gave him a faint smile before gliding away.
Elliot reached the common room, where a few other early risers were chatting quietly or reading. He nodded to a couple of familiar faces, then left the Ravenclaw Tower. The halls of Hogwarts were still relatively quiet, with only the sounds of portraits murmuring to each other and the occasional distant clatter from the kitchen.
As he walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast, he passed by several important figures. Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, was speaking with Filch, the caretaker, about some mischief that had occurred the night before. She gave Elliot a nod as he passed by, which he returned with a polite smile.
He entered the Great Hall, where the enchanted ceiling showed a clear morning sky. The long tables were already laden with a variety of breakfast foods. Elliot spotted a few of his fellow first-year Ravenclaws and joined them, helping himself to toast, eggs, and a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Excited for the first day of classes?" asked a fellow Ravenclaw named Daniel, who was sitting across from him.
"Definitely," Elliot replied. "I'm really looking forward to Transfiguration and Charms."
After a hearty breakfast, Elliot made his way to his first class, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The classroom was filled with the buzz of students eagerly anticipating the lesson. As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, Professor McGonagall entered, her presence immediately commanding attention.
"Good morning, class," she began, her voice crisp and clear. "Welcome to your first lesson in Transfiguration. Today, we will start with the basics, but remember, this subject is complex and requires your full concentration and dedication."
Elliot listened intently, eager to absorb every word. He felt a mix of anticipation and determination as he prepared for his first practical lesson. The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of wand movements, incantations, and the occasional spark of magic gone awry. By the time the bell rang for the end of the class, Elliot felt both exhilarated and exhausted.
He had a short break before his next class, Charms with Professor Flitwick, so he decided to head to the Great Hall for lunch. The hall was bustling with students, the long tables filled with an array of delicious foods. Elliot grabbed a plate and served himself some roast beef, potatoes, and a side of vegetables.
As he scanned the hall for a seat, he spotted Anissa waving at him from a nearby table. He made his way over and took a seat next to her.
"How was your morning?" He asked, smiling while waiting to invited to eat with her. He already looked overwhelmed.
He quickly dressed in his Ravenclaw robes, the blue and silver colors giving him a sense of pride. After making sure his tie was properly knotted, he grabbed his wand and headed out. As he made his way down the spiral staircase, he encountered the Ravenclaw ghost, The Grey Lady, who nodded at him in silent acknowledgment.
"Good morning, Lady Ravenclaw," he greeted respectfully. She gave him a faint smile before gliding away.
Elliot reached the common room, where a few other early risers were chatting quietly or reading. He nodded to a couple of familiar faces, then left the Ravenclaw Tower. The halls of Hogwarts were still relatively quiet, with only the sounds of portraits murmuring to each other and the occasional distant clatter from the kitchen.
As he walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast, he passed by several important figures. Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, was speaking with Filch, the caretaker, about some mischief that had occurred the night before. She gave Elliot a nod as he passed by, which he returned with a polite smile.
He entered the Great Hall, where the enchanted ceiling showed a clear morning sky. The long tables were already laden with a variety of breakfast foods. Elliot spotted a few of his fellow first-year Ravenclaws and joined them, helping himself to toast, eggs, and a goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Excited for the first day of classes?" asked a fellow Ravenclaw named Daniel, who was sitting across from him.
"Definitely," Elliot replied. "I'm really looking forward to Transfiguration and Charms."
After a hearty breakfast, Elliot made his way to his first class, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The classroom was filled with the buzz of students eagerly anticipating the lesson. As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, Professor McGonagall entered, her presence immediately commanding attention.
"Good morning, class," she began, her voice crisp and clear. "Welcome to your first lesson in Transfiguration. Today, we will start with the basics, but remember, this subject is complex and requires your full concentration and dedication."
Elliot listened intently, eager to absorb every word. He felt a mix of anticipation and determination as he prepared for his first practical lesson. The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of wand movements, incantations, and the occasional spark of magic gone awry. By the time the bell rang for the end of the class, Elliot felt both exhilarated and exhausted.
He had a short break before his next class, Charms with Professor Flitwick, so he decided to head to the Great Hall for lunch. The hall was bustling with students, the long tables filled with an array of delicious foods. Elliot grabbed a plate and served himself some roast beef, potatoes, and a side of vegetables.
As he scanned the hall for a seat, he spotted Anissa waving at him from a nearby table. He made his way over and took a seat next to her.
"How was your morning?" He asked, smiling while waiting to invited to eat with her. He already looked overwhelmed.
Elliot looked a bit puzzled and said, “I bet they will have some night labs after you get through some theory.”
It did not make sense to him either, but he figured the school knew what it was doing.
“My first class was Transfiguration,” he said, taking another bite of food.
“Professor McGonagall kept me after class and told me that I am not to change form till I learn the spell to change back,” he put the fork down and gave Anissa a puzzled look after smiling at Ollie’s antics.
“How does she expect me to learn the spell if I don’t transform?” he asked, not getting the point that the professor did not want him transforming.
“She told me she expected great things from me,” he said as he blushed.
Elliot ate a bit more, then added, “doing things her way seems a bit exhausting.”
“Charms made my head spin,” he added with a gasp as if his head was spinning.
“I have History of Magic and Herbology this afternoon,” he said with a glum tone.
“I heard some others talking about the Beast Class,” he said excitedly but then added, “but you need to be a third year.”
“I would help you with Ollie,” Elliot offered.
“My father told me that my familiar would find me,” Elliot said.
“Maybe, it will be a dire wolf or something cool like that,” he added not thinking about what might happen when he transformed into a cat.
Elliot looked up to notice Mrs. Norris was staring at the two of them.
“She has been following me around all day,” Elliot whispered.
“Filch keeps showing up. Two of O’Brians housemates were waiting for me between classes,” Elliot said.
“He started talking about having his eyes on us and something about the forbidden forest,” he added.
Just then a glob of potatoes came flying through the air at them and floated in the air.
Elliot flinched, expecting to have his robes messed up.
It did not make sense to him either, but he figured the school knew what it was doing.
“My first class was Transfiguration,” he said, taking another bite of food.
“Professor McGonagall kept me after class and told me that I am not to change form till I learn the spell to change back,” he put the fork down and gave Anissa a puzzled look after smiling at Ollie’s antics.
“How does she expect me to learn the spell if I don’t transform?” he asked, not getting the point that the professor did not want him transforming.
“She told me she expected great things from me,” he said as he blushed.
Elliot ate a bit more, then added, “doing things her way seems a bit exhausting.”
“Charms made my head spin,” he added with a gasp as if his head was spinning.
“I have History of Magic and Herbology this afternoon,” he said with a glum tone.
“I heard some others talking about the Beast Class,” he said excitedly but then added, “but you need to be a third year.”
“I would help you with Ollie,” Elliot offered.
“My father told me that my familiar would find me,” Elliot said.
“Maybe, it will be a dire wolf or something cool like that,” he added not thinking about what might happen when he transformed into a cat.
Elliot looked up to notice Mrs. Norris was staring at the two of them.
“She has been following me around all day,” Elliot whispered.
“Filch keeps showing up. Two of O’Brians housemates were waiting for me between classes,” Elliot said.
“He started talking about having his eyes on us and something about the forbidden forest,” he added.
Just then a glob of potatoes came flying through the air at them and floated in the air.
Elliot flinched, expecting to have his robes messed up.
Elliot watched in surprise as Anissa deftly deflected the potatoes flying toward him. He managed a small, appreciative smile and nodded in agreement with her words.
"Thanks," he said quietly, glancing around to make sure no other projectiles were headed his way. "Yeah, the bullying won't stop unless we stand up to them, but I need to be careful too. I don't want to get into more trouble."
He looked at Ollie and smiled as the little creature caught another bug. "Ollie is definitely handy to have around," he remarked. "And about the forbidden forest... yeah, it's probably best to stay away unless we really need to go there."
Elliot's thoughts drifted back to his transformation incident. "I would appreciate learning that spell to transform back.”
He listened as Anissa mentioned her schedule and chuckled lightly. "Defense Against the Dark Arts sounds interesting, but History of Magic... yeah, I can imagine it’s a lot of notes. I've got first year History of Magic next, which I'm a bit nervous about now. I heard there is a lot of reading as well as the notes"
As she gathered her things, he considered her invitation. "Sure, meeting by the lake sounds good. It’ll be nice to have some company while doing homework, and I might need help with some of it."
Elliot glanced around the hall as she mentioned Miss Norris. "I'll try to stay on her good side. Thanks for the tip."
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. He stood up and gathered his own things. "Yeah, I'll see you at the lake later," he said, feeling a bit more confident about the rest of the day with the promise of a friendly study session ahead.
"Thanks," he said quietly, glancing around to make sure no other projectiles were headed his way. "Yeah, the bullying won't stop unless we stand up to them, but I need to be careful too. I don't want to get into more trouble."
He looked at Ollie and smiled as the little creature caught another bug. "Ollie is definitely handy to have around," he remarked. "And about the forbidden forest... yeah, it's probably best to stay away unless we really need to go there."
Elliot's thoughts drifted back to his transformation incident. "I would appreciate learning that spell to transform back.”
He listened as Anissa mentioned her schedule and chuckled lightly. "Defense Against the Dark Arts sounds interesting, but History of Magic... yeah, I can imagine it’s a lot of notes. I've got first year History of Magic next, which I'm a bit nervous about now. I heard there is a lot of reading as well as the notes"
As she gathered her things, he considered her invitation. "Sure, meeting by the lake sounds good. It’ll be nice to have some company while doing homework, and I might need help with some of it."
Elliot glanced around the hall as she mentioned Miss Norris. "I'll try to stay on her good side. Thanks for the tip."
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. He stood up and gathered his own things. "Yeah, I'll see you at the lake later," he said, feeling a bit more confident about the rest of the day with the promise of a friendly study session ahead.
Elliot sat at his desk in the History of Magic classroom, Ollie perched on his shoulder. Professor Binns droned on about the Goblin Rebellions, his ethereal voice making it difficult to stay focused. Despite the monotone lecture, Elliot diligently took notes, determined to keep up with the coursework.
As he wrote, Ollie occasionally patted his cheek, offering small gestures of encouragement. Elliot smiled at his companion, grateful for the support. He glanced around the room, noticing a few students already struggling to stay awake. He made a mental note to review the chapter later in the library, knowing the material would be on the upcoming exams.
Professor Binns floated through a wall, continuing his lecture without a pause. Elliot found the topic interesting despite the dry delivery, and he made sure to jot down important dates and events mentioned by the ghostly professor. Ollie hopped off his shoulder briefly, exploring the edge of the desk before returning to his perch.
**Herbology Class**
The next class on Elliot's schedule was Herbology, held in the greenhouses. The air was thick with the scent of earth and plants, and Professor Sprout was in the middle of explaining the properties of the Venomous Tentacula.
Elliot found the class fascinating. He watched intently as Professor Sprout demonstrated how to handle the dangerous plant. When it was his turn, he carefully followed her instructions, managing to avoid any mishaps. Ollie peeked out from his pocket, equally intrigued by the various magical plants around them.
"Well done, Mr. Spencer," Professor Sprout said with a nod of approval. Elliot smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
Ollie, always curious, climbed up a small vine, earning an amused chuckle from Professor Sprout. "It seems your little friend has quite the green thumb," she remarked. Elliot laughed, feeling a deepening connection to both his companion and the magical world they were exploring together.
The class wrapped up with a brief quiz on the day's lesson, and Elliot felt confident in his answers. As they left the greenhouse, he took a deep breath, appreciating the fresh air and the beauty of the school grounds.
As the pair left the class a couple girls giggles as he walked by and looked down. He made a point of avoiding a group of first year students from Slytherin.
“Hey cat, where are you going?” Two boys asked on blocking his way and the other blocking his retreat.
One threw a ball of yarn while the other placed a collar around his neck.
Elliot made sure Ollie was safe as the one behind Elliot shoved him to the ground after the yarn.
A girl made comment about Elliot being Anissa’s pet cat.
Tears welled up in his eyes and Elliot wanted to fight back. Master Fich appeared and started yelling about demerits and punishments. Elliot and all the students in the hallway scrambled to get out of the area. Elliot made it to the dock with the ball of yarn, the collar and most important Ollie.
As he wrote, Ollie occasionally patted his cheek, offering small gestures of encouragement. Elliot smiled at his companion, grateful for the support. He glanced around the room, noticing a few students already struggling to stay awake. He made a mental note to review the chapter later in the library, knowing the material would be on the upcoming exams.
Professor Binns floated through a wall, continuing his lecture without a pause. Elliot found the topic interesting despite the dry delivery, and he made sure to jot down important dates and events mentioned by the ghostly professor. Ollie hopped off his shoulder briefly, exploring the edge of the desk before returning to his perch.
**Herbology Class**
The next class on Elliot's schedule was Herbology, held in the greenhouses. The air was thick with the scent of earth and plants, and Professor Sprout was in the middle of explaining the properties of the Venomous Tentacula.
Elliot found the class fascinating. He watched intently as Professor Sprout demonstrated how to handle the dangerous plant. When it was his turn, he carefully followed her instructions, managing to avoid any mishaps. Ollie peeked out from his pocket, equally intrigued by the various magical plants around them.
"Well done, Mr. Spencer," Professor Sprout said with a nod of approval. Elliot smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
Ollie, always curious, climbed up a small vine, earning an amused chuckle from Professor Sprout. "It seems your little friend has quite the green thumb," she remarked. Elliot laughed, feeling a deepening connection to both his companion and the magical world they were exploring together.
The class wrapped up with a brief quiz on the day's lesson, and Elliot felt confident in his answers. As they left the greenhouse, he took a deep breath, appreciating the fresh air and the beauty of the school grounds.
As the pair left the class a couple girls giggles as he walked by and looked down. He made a point of avoiding a group of first year students from Slytherin.
“Hey cat, where are you going?” Two boys asked on blocking his way and the other blocking his retreat.
One threw a ball of yarn while the other placed a collar around his neck.
Elliot made sure Ollie was safe as the one behind Elliot shoved him to the ground after the yarn.
A girl made comment about Elliot being Anissa’s pet cat.
Tears welled up in his eyes and Elliot wanted to fight back. Master Fich appeared and started yelling about demerits and punishments. Elliot and all the students in the hallway scrambled to get out of the area. Elliot made it to the dock with the ball of yarn, the collar and most important Ollie.
Looking down, Elliot approached the dock. A rock moved down the path as he kicked it ahead of himself.
He flopped himself down letting Ollie work his way back to Anissa. “I think Ollie might be able to pass Magic History by himself,” Elliot said in a tone that expressed uncertainties and a bit of fear. If he could have turned into a bird, he would have flown home.
He let Ollie explain how the end of the afternoon went.
He wrestled with things in his mind. He needed to do something that would get the bullies off of him.
“Anissa,” he started his question then paused. “Is it always like this during your first year?” He asked.
“If I fight back, then I am as bad as they are.” he said.
“I need to do something impressive,” he said.
He flopped himself down letting Ollie work his way back to Anissa. “I think Ollie might be able to pass Magic History by himself,” Elliot said in a tone that expressed uncertainties and a bit of fear. If he could have turned into a bird, he would have flown home.
He let Ollie explain how the end of the afternoon went.
He wrestled with things in his mind. He needed to do something that would get the bullies off of him.
“Anissa,” he started his question then paused. “Is it always like this during your first year?” He asked.
“If I fight back, then I am as bad as they are.” he said.
“I need to do something impressive,” he said.
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