Chapitre 32: Year Two - Chapter Seven
I tapped on the wooden stand, from which the musical notes seemed ready to spring forth. A light haze covered the Room of Requirements, aptly transformed into a musical amphitheater of sorts. I stood at the conductor's post, empty musical instruments in front of me. An empty space for the opera singer stood slightly higher than the rest, and by my side the first violin rested, my eyes catching flickers of anticipation in the taught of the strings.
"Let us try going with a bigger spell this time around," I muttered to myself. "Symphonia Musicalis," I tapped the notes, and as my right hand rose, so too did the music of arcs start to play. They harmoniously began to follow a tune, a few going seamlessly out of tune. By the time my other hand rose, the cacophony grew as the drums began to roll about. "Oh, come on!" I growled, giving the signal for the entire thing to stop. The instruments resumed their normal positions. I looked by my side at the first violin. "You're the same from Symphonia Cantatio, aren't you?"
The violin, in answer, made the noise of a dying sheep. I took that as an affirmative answer. "So I have to train you lot all over again," I whispered in awe, trying to understand the logic behind the spell. "Very well," I grunted, raising my wand and hand once more. "Let us begin. First violin! Give the rhythm! Allegro Cantante, s'il vous plait!"
The Italian and the French clearly would make things work smoother. It didn't work. The violin's angry refusal to obey the laws of symphony mixed with the rest of the instruments caring even less about the entire thing. I was being subjected to a revolt from a bunch of magical instruments. "Enough!" I roared to the whole thing, making them stop. "We are here to play music, not to kill it in the name of Slaanesh!" I pointed a finger at the center of the stage. "You, there, sing!"
There was silence.
I blinked. A feeling of dread pooled in my stomach. I walked from my spot at the conductor's seat to the one as the singer. "At dawn..." I hesitantly sang, and the music followed. It was out of rhythm, but it did follow the singer. "I will win." I finished the brief sentence, and begrudgingly returned to the conductor's spot. "So I need to find a singer to get you lot to work in rhythm? Come on, have you never heard about practicing?"
A trombone took that as the cue to angrily toot in my direction. "You! I'm sure you're thinking that you're so perfect you don't need practicing, but at the same time...I do. So, now, please, let us practice."
The orchestra began anew, and flawlessly sang every single piece I could think of. It then stopped, and the trombone tooted once more. "All right," I conceded. "You lot know your stuff," I grumbled, releasing the spell with the Symphonia Finalis counter-charm. The musical instruments quietly floated down, and then disappeared as the Room of Requirements shifted from within, giving me back moving and spinning mannequins.
"The cultured invaded conquered the brutish invader," I quipped, letting my neck crack ever so slightly. To never be conquered, one must be both brutish and cultured. My eyes moved towards the second year book, and as I extended my fingers, I concentrated. Very slowly, one of the pages began to turn. I gasped for air, and did the same for the second page. I gave a nod to myself, to steady my will, and then pointed the wand at the first mannequin.
I swept the wand, "Depulso!" I exclaimed. The mannequin spun slightly, as if a strong breeze had come into the room. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead as I tried the spell again, and again.
I then looked at my wand. My wand felt warm in my hand, I reckoned she was inches away from purring by herself. However, it seemed to refuse to cooperate. "What is it?" I asked, staring at the wand dumbly. "This is no different than a Flipendo," I looked at the mannequin, and then back at the wand. "Do you want more oomph? Like, some fire?" The wand didn't seem willing to answer me, and thus I ended up pointing it against the mannequin once more. "Let us try...wait," I brought the wand down. "Experimenting with magic can result in people dying. I am not risking my bacon over adding the Incendio spell to anything else."
The mannequins kept cruelly spinning back and forth in front of me, uncaring of my moral dilemmas. I took a deep breath, found my center, and then swept the wand again in front of me, again and again until I grew too tired to keep on doing that, and crumbled against the armchair to gather my breath once more.
I was sweating like a melting ice cube on a hot summer day.
I feebly extended my wand from the armchair, and then summoned forth a fish from the tank. It passed into my hand, the glass-eyed fish gaping for oxygen, and soon turning into a blade. "Wingardium Leviosa," I muttered, tapping its side and lifting it up with relative ease. I gingerly floated the object slightly away from me, and then, while keeping the first spell on it, muttered the second one. "Depulso."
The sword shot forth like a rocket. It impacted with a thunder-like blast against the mannequin, striking straight through its chest and making it explode, straw and shards of wood flying everywhere as the sword broke in half, transforming back into the splattered remains of a poor fish.
I looked at my wand, and then I looked at the carnage wrought. "You want flamboyant stuff." I groaned. "You want the kind of stuff I'm not supposed to be doing!"
The wand remained silent, but I didn't need to be a genius to compare the aftermath of the usage of the same spell, and the two differing results. I closed my eyes, catching my breath. I didn't want to risk going around the castle by myself; it wasn't healthy. I'd move in groups, and survive through the year.
My eyes closed, and I settled a bit more on the armchair.
By the time I opened my eyes, I was resting in a room filled with comfortable beds.
Outside, the lights had died, and it was clearly way past curfew.
I turned on one side, sighed, and then ended up dragging my sorry ass through a newly opened door and straight into the Ravenclaw's common room.
That was when I nearly stumbled on a first year Ravenclaw, having somehow curled beneath the carpet of the common room.
I glanced down at the bulge in the carpet, and gave it a hesitant push with my hands. The bulge yawned, and then moved to the side of the carpet, emerging with her blond hair in disarray. "Hello," she said, her voice serene and affable.
"You should be in bed, little firsty," I told her, gently.
"I'm looking for Nargles," Luna answered. "They come out at night under carpets."
I nodded. "Good luck," I said, "Hogwarts has been Nargles free for five hundred years and counting. We've got charms set in the walls to keep them out."
Luna blinked, then shook her head. "They must have failed, because they took my Potions' homework for tomorrow..."
I rubbed my chin, and then lifted my wand. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Luna Lovegood," she said, staring at me with a puzzled look.
"Then don't worry, Miss Lovegood. I am a renowned Nargle exterminator," I gave her a smile, "Accio Luna Lovegood's Potions' Homework!" and as I said that, something fluttered out from one of the books in the common room's library. It easily landed in my palm, and as I handed it over, I then gave her a bright smile. "You do not have to worry, Miss Lovegood. I will utterly annihilate all Nargles from this school within the following days."
I patted her shoulder, "So have no fear, Shade Umbrus is here."
Luna's nose wrinkled. "You smell like fish."
"Thank you," I said with a small nod. "Now off to bed and dream of electric sheep."
"Are...are those a magical kind of sheep?" Luna mumbled, but I gently made her turn, and then began to push her towards the stairs up the girls' dormitory. "Because my father would want to..." she mumbled something else, but then yawned and picked her pace up by herself.
I, meanwhile, cracked my knuckles a bit.
The best way to deal with child bullies...
...was being the adultier adult, and bringing in Professor Flitwick's charismatic half-goblin presence.
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