wand and shield

[occluminous]

The semester wears on. Bella studies and flies and reads through the library elves' recommendations and accommodates Sherlock's sleep schedule. (Artemis Burberry is actually tolerable enough on any subject but Sherlock, and is more than happy to avoid him on occasions when Bella is around to sleep over with Tony for a night.) She gets A's in everything except Transfiguration; she gets a B there, because she eventually compromised with the teacher on the subject of live animals. Bella will work with bugs, but she wants to be very good at bugs before she messes with mice. Some of the mistakes the other students have made with their rodent subjects made her want to throw up, however easily they were put right.

She explains this compromise to Feral, when the semester changes over. She's just in the next segment of each of the core curriculum courses - no electives till seventh grade, when the brooms course is over with - but they'll have all different teachers and schedules and classmates. (Feral is still in her Defense course, and now so are Sherlock and Tony; she has the twins in brooms and theory, too, and Feral in potions.) "Bugs are really stupid and they have really simple nervous systems. You could probably get a B like I did if you would work on bugs."

Comments

[pythbox]

"If I grow out of the fire thing," he snorts.

[occluminous]

"Did you ever ask the library elves to help you find stuff about it?"

[pythbox]

"Nah."

[occluminous]

"I might. Maybe there's something you can do to make it go away and none of the teachers have bothered looking for it, for some reason."

[pythbox]

"Knock yourself out," says Feral.

[occluminous]

Bella nods. She writes it down.

[pythbox]

He grins.

[occluminous]

New semester classes!

Mr. Phelps is the new Magical Defense teacher for the new mixed-up class that includes Bella, the Stark twins, and Feral. They all sit in a cluster close to the middle of the room, Sherlock and Bella in front of Tony and Feral.

[alicornucopia]

Mr. Phelps has them all take out their textbooks and begin reading the section on the distinctions between hexes, jinxes, curses, and lesser known categories of baleful spell. He wanders up and down the rows with his arms folded and his wand in his hand, peeping past his elbow, making sure everyone is reading.

Stroll.

Stroll.

He is also making preparations for a certain demonstration.

He passes in front of Sherlock.

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock blinks.

[occluminous]

When Mr. Phelps takes his next step, Bella seizes up in her chair.

It feels rather like a part of her body she didn't know she had has been thrust into unfriendly weather.

But it's wearing a raincoat.

She swats away the - spell, some kind of spell - and Mr. Phelps's eyes widen in surprise and his mouth opens a tiny bit - and she stands up out of her chair -

"What did you just try to do to me?"

[nobodyelse]

"A Memory Charm," Sherlock says softly.

[occluminous]

Bella shrieks.

"You tried to Memory Charm me? Why?!"

[alicornucopia]

Mr. Phelps sighs and puts his hand over his eyes. "I did not single you out, Miss Swan, it's part of a demonstration -"

[occluminous]

Bella screams at the top of her lungs, clenching her hands in her school robes. "You can't do that! For - for a stupid demonstration - you can't just Memory Charm us - I don't even know how I stopped you - what if I hadn't, what were you going to steal -"

[nobodyelse]

"The last few seconds," says Sherlock, his tone carefully even.

[alicornucopia]

"Yes, Miss Swan, there's no need for this stridency, I was hardly -"

[occluminous]

"Those seconds are mine!" she screeches. "You can't have them! You can't! How dare you!"

[nobodyelse]

Sherlock stares expressionlessly at the teacher.

[alicornucopia]

"Miss Swan! Compose yourself at once!"

[occluminous]

"Or what? You just tried to do one of the worst things I can think of already! Without warning, without asking for a volunteer, you were just going to casually -" She emits a nonverbal sort of howl and clutches at her head.

[sparksflying]

"How about," Tony pipes up from behind Bella, "you don't ever do a 'demonstration' like this again, and I don't write my mom about not feeling safe in your class."

[alicornucopia]

"I've been doing this for second-semester sixth graders for nine years," says Mr. Phelps. "I am not an unsafe practitioner of the charm - none of you would have suffered more than a moment's disorientation similar in effect to inattention or drowsiness that children invariably experience in school anyway -"

[occluminous]

"The charm isn't safe because it's designed to do something bad!" shrieks Bella. "That's like saying the Killing Curse is safe because apart from being dead its victims suffer no side effects!"

[alicornucopia]

Mr. Phelps sighs and rubs his temple. "Perhaps one of Miss Swan's friends would like to take her out of the room to compose herself."