Cajun
I know a kid who’s so Cajun that when asked who his favorite Ninja Turtle was, he replied, “Lafayette.”
I know a kid who’s so Cajun that when asked who his favorite Ninja Turtle was, he replied, “Lafayette.”
Ok first of all, I’m not defending Snape, but!
J.K. Rowling said Harry named Albus Severus after two men who had no family to continue the names for them. It’s not really about “the bravest man he’s ever known.” It’s about Harry knowing what it’s like to have no family and seeing what happens to someone who isn’t nurtured or accepted by a family so it’s symbolic of giving Dumbledore and Snape a family to remember them.
Now this is a story all about how my life got twisted, turned upside down so I’d like to take a minute, just sit down and rest, and I’ll tell you all about how I became the Fresh Prince of Nazareth
In west Bethlehem I was born but not raised, in a carpenter shop I spent most of my days, Chillin out maxin’, relaxin’ all cool, y'know and learnin’ Aramaic up at Hebrew school til a couple of friends who had some good news sent an invite to their wedding and was like “We ran out of juice.” I did one little miracle and my Ma told me, “You’re ready to minister. Go to Galilee”
I whistled to an ass and when it came near I hopped on its back and slapped its rear. If anything, I could say let’s cook this ass rare but I thought “Nah forget it, we’d eat too much hair.”
(SIDE NOTE: I MEAN DONKEY)
I picked guys, mostly sinners, about seven or eight, and was lookin’ for more before Jerusalem’s gates. I looked at my kingdom. I had finally reached, my destination as the Prince of Peace
Merry Christmas
As Rayne introduced herself, I let out a soft sigh. Now that she has agreed, there isn’t any way for me to get out of this without putting forth a minimum few weeks of effort. With an owl planned for tomorrow and an off to bed, the young Gryffindor was off presumably to her tower.
I guess I should head back to my dorm as well. Walking down the stairs of the astronomy tower to the fifth floor, I cut back heading to the west side of the castle. There are footsteps and I freeze. What if it is Professor Barkridge is walking around? She is a stickler for the rules and I am sure she will find at least one that I am unknowingly breaking. I will have detention scrubbing cauldrons for a week.
“Nox.” I whisper to extinguish the light coming from my ten and three quarter, walnut and unicorn hair, reasonably supple wand that I had been using to navigate the corridors. Continuing to press forward to my common room, I would bound from and to suits of armor. Reaching as far as I feel is safe, I stop to catch my breath. I listen for footsteps, their sounds are growing louder and clearer. Instead of a professor, I can hear the voices of two students. Maybe they are prefects? At this point, it is better to just get is all out of the way. I grip my wand as I turn around the corner.
“Lumos.” I say. As my wand’s tip begins to glow, I throw the light out above the students. Confirming there was only the two that I heard, I also notice they are not wearing perfect badges. The two Gryffindor boys look as stunned as I feel. The face of boy on the right quickly shifts as they see me.
Raising his wand, I hear him shout, “Expelliarmus!”
“Protego!” I counter while barely raising my wand in time. I don’t have time to keep my eyes on the last spell. I look at the boys. The one on the left is clearly at a loss. Whatever their plan was, a duel was not it. I see his wand twitch and the other wand flies to his hand from the ground several feet away. There is an awkward pause as their stares turn from stunned, to confused, and eventually resting on concern.
“That will be ten points from Gryffindor for duelling outside of class. Now straight of to bed with you two.” I cringe as I hear the voice of Ravenclaw prefect Kaine Sephiran. “As for you, Chuck, that is five points from Ravenclaw too. Now into the common room without any excuses.”
I obediently follow my orders. One thing about Kaine that I have come to realize is his perception is always the right one. Even when he is wrong, he is always right. I travel up the stairs and into my dorm. Three of the guys are already asleep, yet Mortimer Grimsbane is wake with books scattering across his bed. I have to give it to him. The kid doesnt even let Astronomy or sleep cut into his study time.
I strip down and crawl into bed. Even with all that excitement, I am just too exhausted to be bothered to care. It is what it is. With that, it only takes a few moments to fall asleep.
The morning light is already illuminating the room as i wake up. Its another late start for me this morning too. I do my morning ritual and rush off to breakfast. I sit down at the Ravenclaw table among a few fellow fourth years. “Charlie, what was it that Professor Sinistra wanted with you?”
“Charlie?” one girl questioned as she turned to notice me. “More importantly, what is this that I hear about Ravenclaw losing 5 points due to you dueling?”
At that same moment there is a voice from behind me, “Hey, Glad I caught you.” It was the Gryffindor girl, Rayne. She hands me a note and continues talking. I halfway hear her but my attention splits as I listen to all the gossip already starting.
There is a whisper, “I guess we know what that fight was over now.”
“If I’m not around, just send it by owl.” Rayne finished saying.
Eager to stop the unanticipated attention as much as she seemed eager to return to her ordinary schedule, I respond with a surprising crack in my voice, “I’ll be sure to get back with you by the end of the day.”
As soon as Rayne left, I grab a couple items to eat on the go from the table. While I like attention, they say too much of a good thing is never good. To make it even worse, none of this attention is positive energy. Arriving at my first class on Wednesdays, Transfiguration, nearly 45 minutes early, I pull the note from Rayne out of my cloak. I cant help my smirk as it simply covers the same information as she asked in the Great Hall. I plot out my class schedule and explain that my only opening are after three any day and every day. What ever days work best for her schedule are fine with me.
If only i had an owl, i wouldn’t have to travel to the Owlery. I should run into her at lunch too. On the other hand, I fold the parchment into a small triangle before reaching into my cloak to retrieve my wand. “Avifors.” The paper turns into a sparrow and flies away. It may not be an owl, but the charm works well enough to pass notes around school.
@charlesackles The twittering at the Ravenclaw table this morning both bothered and amused me. Ackles looked so uncomfortable I had to take pity on him and leave. Still, I did what I set out to do. He got the note. I rush through the hall to catch the staircase before it moves. One minute later, and I would’ve had to wait another ten minutes for it to go back to its previous position, which in this case leads toward the Transfiguration classroom. I nod politely at the portrait of a gentleman who took his hat off to greet me. I’ve never stopped to ask his name, but I’ve taken to calling him Mister Handlebar due to his well-groomed mustache. Luckily I’m early enough for class that the professor still hasn’t shown up. Students huddle together in groups, laughing and gossiping. I roll my eyes. I never could get into the whole rumor mill thing. A rustling noise grabs my attention as a paper bird lands on my desk and goes still. It’s rather creative magic. Who would want to send me a note? I open it and understanding dawns on me. It’s from Ackles the Ravenclaw. I really should ask what his first name is because I’ve forgotten already. He says whatever time works best for me is good for the study sessions. I make a mental note to go through my schedule during my free period. Professor Cyrus walks in with his usual air of no-nonsense seriousness. It makes sense that the Headmistress would hire someone like him, but I can’t stand his teaching style. He goes too fast. Cyrus breaks us off into pairs and has us trying to transform a hedgehog into a pincushion. The time is passing entirely too slowly. “Miss Forster, you should’ve had some progress about now,” sniffs the professor. Why he decided to pick on me, I don’t know. I sigh. “I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong,” I admit through clenched teeth. A loud, exasperated sigh escapes his throat. “Pay attention. Like this…Pulvinus!” He flourished his wand…a bit too much, if you ask me…and the hedgehog which had been sniffing about for treats became a decorative pin cushion. I copied his movements and managed to turn the hedgehog into a plush toy. Cyrus tsked between his teeth and turned from me. My face heated in shame. Why couldn’t I get this? I’d just have to put in more practice time for Transfiguration. We’re finally dismissed for lunch so I make my way to the Great Hall to check my schedule for free time. It seems Tuesdays at five o'clock will work. I only hope Ackles catches on quickly. I can’t afford to let my grades suffer. Someone bumps me from behind. I frown deeply when I see it’s Marlene Bradford, a nasty Slytherin girl who’s never liked me. We managed to learn we did not like each other on our first day at Hogwarts when she turned a ginger girl’s hair green by dumping ink on her head. Naturally, I stepped in. I don’t like bullies. “I heard something about you,” she sneered. Now I’m confused, but I act disinterested. “Well, you’re easily entertained. Checking up on me?” Bradford’s mouth turned up in a snarl. “Are you insinuating I’m stupid?” “Heavens, no. I’m implying it.” She drew her wand but I was faster. “Protego,” I yelled just in time. My shield somehow caused the hex she cast to rebound and now her face is dripping green goo. I snicker to myself as the Great Hall erupts in laughter. “Better go take care of that, Brad. You wouldn’t want your face to stick like that.” Her angry growl could be heard along with the clap-clapping of her dangerously high heels. I wondered how she got around on them without breaking her neck. I write a quick note to Ackles and close my books. I choose to fold the letter into an origami fish and cast the charm to make it swim through the air, watching it go as it searches for its recipient.
When a guy agrees that women should be respected and then gets together with his guy friends and does the exact opposite…
Astronomy is more relaxing than most people think. There’s something about being out in the open, staring up at the little lights twinkling down on us. I’ve heard that some Muggles even make wishes on them. How silly.
The autumn wind sends a chill down my spine and I tighten my scarf–red and gold, for Gryffindor. With the cloud cover it’s difficult to chart all the constellations tonight, but Orion the Hunter stands out proudly against the inky blackness of the sky. I jot down the star positions and my name in the top corner. Rayne Forster. That’s me.
“It’s your lucky day, class. We have a solar eclipse tonight,” announced Professor Sinistra.
A few excited murmurs rumbled through the class. I was probably one of them.
“Your assignment is to track the progress of the eclipse in ten minute intervals, and include sketches. It should last about an hour. You are to turn in your work at the end of the hour. For homework, you will write a ten-inch essay on lunar and solar eclipses and how it affects us. Begin.”
For the first few minutes the excitement got to me…then it quickly bled into boredom. Who knew eclipses would take so long? Still, it’s pretty cool. My sketches aren’t very good, but at least they’re legible.
I hear a frustrated sigh to my left but I ignore it and keep an eye on the time. I think Astronomy is cool and all, but I honestly don’t see how it’ll ever help me. It’s also more difficult than it sounds. I’d never admit that…out loud.
“…brother got a new tablet the other day. It’s got these cool apps on it…”
Overhearing conversations is a bit of a bad habit of mine. It’s hard for me to tune out background noise sometimes. I catch snippets of weird dialogue like that a lot, and it confuses me. Must be a Muggle Studies thing. I shrug and hum to myself to tune them out.
The hour crept past oh-so-slowly, but I’m ultimately proud of my work as I hand it in to Sinistra.
“Hold on a moment, Miss Forster,” she says.
I frown, not knowing what to expect. She calls over a Ravenclaw boy and I stand there, staring at him awkwardly.
@rokchichomesickg
There I stood atop the astronomy tower waiting for this weeks lesson to be over. An unexpected cold front had begun moving through, but for the first time I was merely happy the school robes required as many layers as it does. Admittedly, a scarf would also be very nice on a night like this.
Class had been dragging along all night or so it had felt at the very least. Every week, I know Astronomy is coming, but it still manages to really throw off my sleep schedule. The professor finally releases the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw double class. I am excited for sleep and all I can think about is my room. My warm, comfortable bed waiting for me to climb in the covers. My cat, Vincent, curling up on my chest and purring as we fall asleep. Books in hand i start on my way to the stairwell.
“Mr. Ackles, please join us.” Professor Sinistra called out for me to join her and another student. As she motioned to the Gryffindor girl, the professor continued, “This is Miss Forster. She is the top student for your class. While I cant force you two to start studying together, but do highly recommend it.” There was a flicker of realization that flashed across Aurora Sinistra’s face. She turned back to the young witch, “Dear, I am sorry I didnt ask you before hand. He really is bright but tends to never apply himself.”
Turning once again to me, she continued, “You did so well your first two years; Yet last year, I noticed a clear drop in your dedication. As for this year, you are barely scrapping by with your marks. You really must do something about this.” Without another word, Professor Sinistra scurried to the stairwell at a purposeful pace.
My blue eyes focused on my feet for a moment. Thoughts start racing in my head as i debate with myself as per what to do now. I dont really need the help. She even said it herself. Its merely that I dont care. If i dont ask for help, it will look like i’m arrogant. How is a Gryffindor have better grades than ALL the Ravenclaws? Okay. I’ll as for help. Do my work for a couple weeks. Then everyone will be happy and i can go back to doing my thing.
Looking up, I am greeted with a face that I can only describe as ‘concern’.
“Hi. I’m Charles.” Feeling a bit awkward now, I rub the muscles at the base of my brown hair on the back on my neck. “If you would like to help me get back on track, I guess I do need the help.”
@charlesackles Well, this is certainly a surprise. A surge of pride blossomed in my chest when Sinistra said I have the highest grade in the class, but it quickly morphs into a vague interest in the Ravenclaw boy. He’s staring at his feet and avoiding eye contact. Apparently I’ll have my work cut out for me. “If you would like to help me get back on track, I guess I do need the help,“ he says to me. My brow lifts in pleasant surprise. Maybe he’ll accept my help, after all. I smile politely at him. "I’m Rayne. Guess I’m your study partner for a while, then. We can work out a schedule later. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a morning person and lack of sleep turns me into a boggart for most people. I’ll send you an owl about it tomorrow.” I don’t mind helping with homework, so long as it doesn’t cut into my own study time. I make a mental note to work him into my already busy schedule. Transfiguration gets extra time because it’s giving me fits. Hopefully we can get Ackles’s grades up quickly so I don’t have to cut into my free time so much. My introverted brain needs to be recharged with a relaxing cup of tea and a good book. Speak of recharging… “Well, I’m off to bed.” I don’t bother with pleasantries when I’m this tired. My eyes have been blurry for the past half hour, and my eyelids are getting unusually heavy. Gryffindor Tower is as comfortable as ever as I drag my tired feet up the stairs to the girls dorm. Daphne Spinnet snores softly and I grin. Shed never admit it, though. My head hits the pillow an the next thing I know I’m waking up to the morning light. My star charts are scattered around my trunk, which reminds me to write a note to that kid–what was his name? The name Ackles’s comes to me as I’m brushing my teeth and I write a quick note to take to the Owlery later if I don’t see him in person first. It goes into my pocket with my wand–twelve and a half inches, unicorn hair and maple, swishy. My pride and joy. The Great Hall offers breakfast like it does every day, courtesy of the Hogwarts house elves. I knew I liked them for a reason. I take a few pieces of bacon and spot my new study buddy at the Ravenclaw table and decide to approach him now. It’s more convenient, right? “Hey. Glad I caught you.” I hand him the note. “Get back to me as soon as you can with what days and times work best for you so we can work something out for Astronomy. If I’m not around, just send it by owl.”
Astronomy is more relaxing than most people think. There’s something about being out in the open, staring up at the little lights twinkling down on us. I’ve heard that some Muggles even make wishes on them. How silly.
The autumn wind sends a chill down my spine and I tighten my scarf–red and gold, for Gryffindor. With the cloud cover it’s difficult to chart all the constellations tonight, but Orion the Hunter stands out proudly against the inky blackness of the sky. I jot down the star positions and my name in the top corner. Rayne Forster. That’s me.
“It’s your lucky day, class. We have a solar eclipse tonight,” announced Professor Sinistra.
A few excited murmurs rumbled through the class. I was probably one of them.
“Your assignment is to track the progress of the eclipse in ten minute intervals, and include sketches. It should last about an hour. You are to turn in your work at the end of the hour. For homework, you will write a ten-inch essay on lunar and solar eclipses and how it affects us. Begin.”
For the first few minutes the excitement got to me…then it quickly bled into boredom. Who knew eclipses would take so long? Still, it’s pretty cool. My sketches aren’t very good, but at least they’re legible.
I hear a frustrated sigh to my left but I ignore it and keep an eye on the time. I think Astronomy is cool and all, but I honestly don’t see how it’ll ever help me. It’s also more difficult than it sounds. I’d never admit that…out loud.
“…brother got a new tablet the other day. It’s got these cool apps on it…”
Overhearing conversations is a bit of a bad habit of mine. It’s hard for me to tune out background noise sometimes. I catch snippets of weird dialogue like that a lot, and it confuses me. Must be a Muggle Studies thing. I shrug and hum to myself to tune them out.
The hour crept past oh-so-slowly, but I’m ultimately proud of my work as I hand it in to Sinistra.
“Hold on a moment, Miss Forster,” she says.
I frown, not knowing what to expect. She calls over a Ravenclaw boy and I stand there, staring at him awkwardly.