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Chapter 81: Flying Lesson! Part -3

{Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts}

{7th Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

"So, future quidditch star, will you teach me how to do this?" Rigel asked as he turned his attention to Tracy. He hadn't known both Daphne and Tracy for very long, and although they weren't very close friends, he got the purest smile he had every scene from Tracy.

"Of course," Tracy said confidently. She motioned toward the broom and spoke, "Since we can't actually fly right now, I'll tell you the basics of how to control your broom."

At Rigel's eager nod, she mounted her broom, his attention shifted toward her thighs for a moment before he looked back up into her eyes.

"Madam Hooch already explained the grip to you, so I won't go into too much detail regarding that. Let's focus on the three main ways you control your broom. First and the most basic would be the angle of your broomstick." Tracy explained, her fingers pointed to the angle of her broomstick, which was a little elevated.

"After you kicked off, you noticed how your broom was pointing upwards, but when you came down, did you push the angle down?" Tracy questioned, getting a nod from Rigel. 

"This is the first and most basic control of your broomstick. Your broomstick knows at which angle it is, so if you want to go up or down, all you need to do is push or pull the broomstick toward you. Got it?" she asked.

"Yeah, I got it," Rigel nodded. It was easy enough to understand, as he had unconsciously already managed to do that.

"Good, then we come to the second way to control your broom. It is posture," Tracy spoke, getting a confused look from Rigel.

"Posture?" Rigel asked. His thoughts flashed back to how Nevellie was trembling, likely due to his fear of heights, which most likely caused his broom to go haywire.

"Yes, posture. Look at my hands," Tracy spoke as she gripped the broom with both hands, "...if I pull the broom upward, I would fly up, but at the same time, my posture would also change, and I would fly forward. Think of it this way, the runic schemes that are embedded in the broomstick could tell where your center of mass is, so if you lean forward without pulling the broom upward like this," Tracy demonstrated the standard movement of leaning forward onto a Motorcycle to gain speed, "...then you would fly forward."

She then pulled back, her back straight and perpendicular to the broomstick, "This would trigger the deacceleration of your broom, and if you lean a lot more backward along with pulling your broom back then the emergency braking system of your broom would trigger. Unfortunately, I don't think the Cleensweep VI has this feature but most of the modern broom would have them."

"Alright, got it. Pull and push the broom for up and down, and lean forward and backward for speed and brake. And turning would be just pulling the broom left and right?" Rigel asked.

"Well, yeah," Tracy acknowledged, though she seemed a bit put off by being interrupted. After searching for another set of words, she continued, "For simple low-speed turns done in an arc, yes, that would do. But if you are traveling at a high speed, most of the time, the arc of your turn would be too large, making turning a lot harder, especially on these older brooms. So in that case, we use more advanced maneuvers like the corkscrew turn of other barrel rolls."

Rigel waved away Tracy's recommended advanced moves for now. He knew she was talking about Quidditch's moves, and he let her play in her fantasy. His attention, though, was primarily focused on the broomstick in his hands. His curiosity regarding the runic schemes kept on increasing.

From all the walls and most of the magical artifacts, he could see that runes' influence on the world was pretty deep. Since he would have to learn or cramp quite a lot of runes to create that ward in the second-floor toilet, he might as well focus on expanding his knowledge in the subject. 

'And since I got a special tab when I made my first potion alone, I'm sure I would unlock special tabs for runes as well. Maybe one for Rituals too?' Rigel thought. He looked at Daphne, who was staring at Tracy's vacant expression with an amused face.

'There is still time before Halloween when I have to perform the Core Expansion Ritual...' Rigel thought. Although earlier he was planning to do the Ritual with Evelyn since the difference in doing it with anyone wouldn't do much, after much research, he had realized that the number of opportunities to do Rituals was a lot less as most of them needed the power of celestial events.

'If I could only do a limited number of Core Expansion Rituals, then doing one with Evelyn and doing one with Daphne would be a difference of 25% mana,' Rigel thought. The benefits of locking himself out of Evelyn's requirements weren't worth much, but still, he was a little hesitant to give up the 2% increase in his affinity for the Dark Arts.

'I have a lot of stuff to do and not much time. With Runes, Rituals, and Dark Arts, I have three extra-curricular study projects going on at the same time, plus if you add finding the Diary and catching Pettigrew...' 

Rigel's thoughts wandered for a minute as he sighed. The ever-changing situation was slightly overwhelming him. He noticed the shift in the people around him and noticed that Madam Hooch was walking back to join their group.

Her eyes scanned through everyone, and after giving a slight nod to herself, she continued, "Now, I don't want any more stupidity. Each of you would hover no more than 1 foot over the ground until you get a feel for flying. No rushing around, I want you to move around a bit but be careful not to collide with anyone, each collision would result in the loss of one point for each of your houses."

*Piiiiiiiiii*

After giving her little speech, she tugged on her whistle again, and after the sharp sound reverberated around everyone, Rigel kicked off again. His worries did vanish for a moment as he flew around lazily. The feeling of saying fuck you to gravity was a little exhilarating.

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AN—This ends Rigel's first week at Hogwarts! I know the story started a little slow, but it picks up pace soon, with days blurring by. At the same time, the next few chapters will focus more on magical theory and Rigel's sexual escapades!

P.S- 40+ Advanced Chapters on P.atreon!


Chapter 82: Pansy Parkinson! Part-1

{Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts}

{10th Sep 1991}

{3rd Person POV}

Rigel was nestled into one of the sofa chairs, the area where he was sitting was placed on the other end of the lake view. He looked around as everyone sat down in small groups, talking among themselves. Looking at the harmonious environment, no one would guess that almost half of the current conversations might have malicious or other nefarious intentions. 

Till now, Rigel hadn't talked to most Slytherins outside of his group. Evelyn has been his one connection to the political games that run through the house, but even they don't really talk about stuff about stuff. His eyes traced everyone's behavior. No one showed any abnormal signs, and there was no inconspicuous black diary in sight, so the info Narcissa gave him was kind of a bust. 

At least for now, since he couldn't spot the Horcrux, he then proceeded to eliminate potential targets. If the condition he set was a reserved personality then he was shit out of luck since no one in Slytherin was quite vocal. Except for maybe Marcus Flint, who reveled in the position he held. Speaking of the quidditch captain, Tracy was still glaring at him, utterly failing at keeping her annoyance and anger hidden.

"You know glaring at him would not make any difference, right?" Rigel noted. He ignored the brunette when she turned her death glare at him.

"I hate him..." Tracy grumbled, the venom in her voice was quite unhealthy. Rigel gave her a look and she flopped back into her chair with a defeated sigh.

"First years aren't allowed on the team, Tracy," Daphne consoled her friend. Her monotone voice had a hint of sarcasm. 

"He said that no girl would be allowed into the team without paying the 'Toll'..." Tracy spat, her glare turned back to the Slytherin quidditch captain. 

"Leave it, Tracy, for now. He's a seventh year, he'll be gone by next year when you take your trial." Rigel reminded her.

"Humph," Tracy puffed her mouth as she sunk into her chair again. Rigel looked at Daphne, who was reading through a roll of parchment, her Potion homework. The blond was unusually determined to excel at the magical art even when she was so far ahead of all of them. Her dedication was admirable, but Rigel stopped admiring her and turned to look at the Magical signature that finally decided to walk toward him.

Pansy Parkinson had been eyeing him for a while now. At first, she would glare at him, but throughout the week, that anger had turned into a confused blend of emotions. When he looked at her pale face, he was greeted with a standard stoic look.

"Greetings, Heir Black. We seem to have started on the wrong terms. House Parkinson does not intend to stand in your path, and I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience my actions might have caused you. If you don't mind, can I have a word with you in private?" Pansy finally finished the whole script that she had memorized. She was worried that her inner prejudice might leak out, which could affect the whole negotiation.

...

Rigel looked at her, contemplating her offer. He didn't have much time, so in the end, he decided to lend her an ear. She had a nasty personality in canon, so he wasn't actually attracted to her, and considering her rather flat chest, she didn't actually have many advantages in that regard. 

Her face was described in the novel as pug-like, or maybe it was the fanfictions that had colored his memories, but she didn't look half bad to him. Sure, she didn't have sharp facial features, and the arrogance in her eyes was clear as day, but she wasn't the worst-looking one in Slytherin. 

"Alright, Heir Parkinson, follow me," Rigel said as he stood up. He noticed Daphne's eyes following him, and after giving her a nod, he walked toward his room. Their movement was quite small, and they went unnoticed by almost everyone—or at least he thought so. As soon as he walked through the doors to the dormitory, quite a lot of witches in Slytherin shared a look with each other.

"~Mischefss Managedsss~" Rigel whispered and his door swung open. He walked into his room and allowed Pansy to enter. He closed the door but didn't use the password to lock the wards completely on the door. 

"Alright, heiress Parkinson. What can I do for you?" Rigel asked, his eyes easily revealing his slight curiosity as he waited for an answer.

"..." Pansy hesitated as she bit her lips. Her internal struggle was quite obvious to him, but the girl finally overcame her own barriers and asked, "I heard some rumors from Evelyn Rowle that you don't mind doing the Core Expansion Ritual with her?"

Her question gave him pause, and he looked at her with confused eyes, "Aren't you Draco's girlfriend?" 

"I was. Father had temporarily put a hold on any talks of a betrothal contract with the Malfoy's..." Pansy replied, her tone slightly bitter, but through the past week, she had come to terms with the situation. She knew her Father wanted her to marry Draco for a long while because he was the heir to the Black fortune. But now all the plans have shattered, and although Draco was still her prime suitor, the opportunity to get into the Black family bloodlines was too good to pass up.

"So you want to do the Core Expansion Ritual with me?" Rigel questioned. He knew what she was implying but he wanted it to hear from her mouth. The thought of fucking Draco's girlfriend and his mother at the same time was a little intoxicating. Once that thought entered his mind he couldn't think about not doing it. Especially with Pansy being in his room, her guard down just like Narcissa had been a few days ago.

"Yes..." Pansy replied, her voice almost muted as she didn't dare to look into Rigel's eyes. 

"~Mischefss Managedsss~" Rigel whispered in Parseltongue and he felt the wards click in place. The only exit to the room was locked, and he saw Pansy shiver slightly. Whether it was because of Parseltongue or because the fear was overwhelming her, he didn't know. But since she walked into his room of her own volition, Rigel considered her fair game.

...

'Let's see, Requirement Analysis!'

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