Capítulo 58: Flamboyant
"No more studying," Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. "You could look more cheerful, Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet."
Harry was rubbing his forehead.
"I wish I knew what this means!" he burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting - it's happened before, but never as often as this."
"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.
"I'm not ill," said Harry. "I think it's a warning…it means danger's coming…."
Ron couldn't get worked up, it was too hot.
"Harry, relax, you said it yourself, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around," he said.
"He won't be around forever," said Ben as he too flopped next to them.
"How much did you hear?" asked Hermione, cautiously.
"Oh Relax, I already know everything that has happened, is happening or will ever happen in this castle," said Ben, stretching his arms and taking a deep yawn.
Ron scoffed at that and said, "What are you doing here anyways?" he didn't seem too pleased with Ben's presence.
"I'm but a humble messenger, it is Fate that you should be cursing at," said Ben.
"Oh Really? And what messages do you bring this time?" he asked.
"I don't know, it's not arrived yet," said Ben closing his eyes and focusing on the Headmaster who was still in his office.
Today was the day when the Big finale was supposed to happen. Originally the plot went something like this: Harry realizes that Hagrid, being the loose mouth that he is, had given away the way to get past Fluffy and rushes to warn Dumbledore, but it turns out that Dumbledore has already left for London at the Minister's call, that too by flying as to annoy Fudge by making him wait.
None of it made sense to Ben, but he was hoping that Dumbledore really would leave the castle, even if it was just to keep up the facade.
Because of Ben's interference, Harry already knew about Hagrid's slip up but he still believed in Dumbledore and thought Dumbledore already knew everything. Harry wouldn't be lying on the grass so casually if he knew that Dumbledore was about to leave on a trip to London on a broomstick, a flying horse or heaven knows whatever else Dumbledore likes to ride.
And that's why Ben was here, to make sure Harry still went down the trapdoor, in case Dumbledore forgot to do his job properly. Ben needed Harry to get the stone out, in case he failed to do so.
Ben didn't need to make any moves though, as Dumbledore made a grand exit, in a flying carriage that seemed to be pulled by invisible horses. But Ben could see the winged horses with black skeletal bodies, reptilian faces with white eyes, and wide, leathery wings that resemble a bat's; Thestrals.
Ben had seen them near the forest before, and the fact that he could see them was proof that he had seen death in one form or another.
"There, gone," Ben said pointing at the carriage flying above them, "your saviour, told you he won't be around forever," there was a smug look on his face as he looked at Ron.
"You mean that's Professor Dumbledore?" asked Harry.
"Who else do you think is flamboyant enough to fly in a bright purple carriage?" said Ben, "Not a single Wizard alive other than Dumbledore, I'll tell you that."
The trio looked at each other and then without a word, bolted towards the castle. "I don't recommend it, but you'll do it anyway," screamed Ben at their backs, letting out a deep sigh.
As the trio disappeared from sight, Ben realized that he should also leave. However, the thought of leaving the comfortable spot he was in made him reluctant to move. "I'll just rest for five more minutes," he told himself.
Just as Ben was about to drift into a sweet slumber, the sound of a large number of footsteps approaching on the grass shook him out of his drowsiness. A group of Ravenclaw girls surrounded him, it seemed like he was "in their spot".
"Look, it's the Seer of Ravenclaw," said a voice, in a sort of excited voice as if seeing an exotic animal at the zoo. And who could blame her? Despite being so famous, he was very difficult to find, which added to the mystery surrounding him.
"More like the traitor of Ravenclaw," said a voice that Ben was very familiar with, Marietta Edgecombe. She had been giving him nasty glares ever since he had bet against Ravenclaw and in the favour of Gryffindor.
"It's lovely to see you too, Marie," Ben replied with a faint smile, barely opening one eye.
Marietta let out a snort, "You're too buddy-buddy with the Lions now. Are you sure you didn't want to be in Gryffindor?"
"Nah, I like it in the Ravenclaw tower. It's very peaceful there," he said, closing his eyes again, hoping to get some rest.
"But you think the Ravenclaw team will lose on Friday?" queried another voice, Ben looked over and saw that the whole entourage of Ravenclaw girls was there; standing in the middle was Cho Chang; The Ravenclaw Goddess, as any Chinese urban novel would put it.
Not only was she incredibly stunning, but she was also the top-performing student in her year. Cho was also a part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, albeit only as a reserve seeker. Everywhere she went, a gaggle of Ravenclaw girls always followed her.
Ben sometimes felt extremely envious of her, 'I too am smart and good looking, where's my entourage of beautiful girls,' he thought. But it was his own fault for being so hard to find.
'We'll see who has the bigger flock once I'm on the team,' he said to himself.
Ben didn't really feel this way, of course, it was just a means of amusement for him. Fighting and winning imaginary battles in their heads was a pass time many young lads often indulged in.
"We'll steamroll the Gryffindor team on Friday, no doubt," he said, standing up.
"How can they possibly win the House Cup then?" Cho Chang asked.
"Anything is possible when magic is involved," he said, with a mischievous grin.
He then stretched his limbs with a flourish and tossed a handful of shimmering confetti into the air; it sparkled and danced in the air, before turning into flower petals and slowly drifting back down to the ground.
While they were distracted, Ben had already disappeared from the spot, leaving a dumbstruck audience behind.
He took one last look at the now guffawing group of girls who were now having a laugh, at his expense no doubt, and smiled.
'I aimed to become the Dark Knight, but turned into Joker instead,' he thought, 'Eh, whatever, at least I still have both my parents.'
Ben was starting to enjoy pulling out random stuff from his ever-growing [Storage]. A significant percentage of it was now filled with joke products and another large percentage with foods and beverages.
Checking the map and using his Clairvoyance ability, Ben realized that Dumbledore was really gone. He climbed the stairs to his favourite room, The Room of Requirements, and settled into his favourite chair, waiting for things to set into motion. He couldn't go down the trapdoor before Quirrell did, as it might alert Dumbledore and make things unnecessarily difficult for him.
--Dreamscape--
I think MC wants to be just as Flamboyant as Dumbledore, do you think it's possible?
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