seeking thestral

[occluminous]

Feral goes back to school. Bella goes to Charlie's house for the rest of the summer. She studies her textbooks and does her summer projects and owls her friends.

She thinks about Dementors.

Comments

[nobodyelse]

[occluminous]

"I bet it's possible to do it another way, though. We break the laws of physics all the time, and there aren't that many wizards compared to Muggles and so it wouldn't be that surprising if there was a way to do it that didn't hurt anybody that no one had run across yet."

[nobodyelse]

"What do the laws of physics have to do with it?"

[occluminous]

"Well, up until I found out about magic I didn't think the laws of physics were breakable," explains Bella. "I don't see a strong reason to think there's only one layer of breakable but really convincing laws."

[nobodyelse]

"What we really need is a physicist who understands magic," says Sherlock. "Until then it's all guesswork. It'll still be guesswork afterward, but less so."

[occluminous]

Bella nods.

The first day of classes, she goes to Transfiguration, seeing as it's first.

[pythbox]

Feral is there! Feral waves.

[occluminous]

"Hi!" says Bella. The teacher isn't here yet. "So are you still taking Herbology in your elective slot?"

[pythbox]

"Yeah," he says. "And Social Studies is branching out this year, so I ditched it and took Arithmancy."

[occluminous]

"Why Arithmancy?"

[pythbox]

"No wands."

[occluminous]

"I guess that makes sense. I mean, Social Studies isn't wandy either. Didn't want to learn about Muggles or Beings or History?"

[pythbox]

"Nope."

[occluminous]

"Why not? I'm really looking forward to Beings."

[pythbox]

"I just really don't like the class," he says, shrugging.

[occluminous]

"Okay," she shrugs.

Transfiguration! Teacups into rats!

Charms!

[pythbox]

Feral also has Charms!

[sparksflying]

Everyone has Charms.

[occluminous]

"We always all have Charms together," observes Bella.

[sparksflying]

Tony shrugs. "Yeah, guess so."

[occluminous]

And classes ensue fairly unremarkably. Bella is in the second level of Magizoology, which is fun, and of course all the standard courses. They learn a nifty bruise-healing potion; she makes two extra batches on her own time to keep around for when she falls down stairs or otherwise finds it useful but doesn't want to go all the way to Healer Song.

[nobodyelse]

That Friday at lunch, Sherlock sits himself down next to Bella and says, "Boggarts."

[occluminous]

"Gesundheit."

[nobodyelse]

"Ha. No. They're a magical creature that turns into the thing you most fear. You'll be seeing one in Magical Defense today."

[occluminous]

"Oh." Bella frowns. "Are you okay?"