Nick immediately wrote down the recipe for the lembas bread and left the Gryffindor tower early to make his way to the kitchens. No one was awake at this point since it was shortly after dawn and even Filch had turned into bed at this point after a night patrolling the school for rule breakers. Nick was still weirded out about how the pear in the fruit bowl painting giggled when you tickled it but opened the door to the kitchens anyways. To say it was chaotic would be a lie as hundreds of elves were constantly moving about in the room and food was flying to and fro as they cooked yet none got wasted.-
Nick no sooner than stepped into the doorway than an elf seemed to eager ran up to him. "Wats the yong master needz?" the elf in clean linen rags asked eager to serve. Nick wasn't racist or anything but he had a hard time telling the house elves apart from one another unless they had some distinguishing characteristic , this one did not. "Would you please make a few loaves of this recipe for me to use through out the day?" Nick asked with a polite smile while handing over the recipe.-
The elf grabbed the paper and vanished without the slightest hint of hesitation to go do as it was asked. While he waited a couple more elves set up a chair for him so he didn't have to stand the entire time he was waiting which he thanked them for. It was both disturbing and slightly cute how the house elves got super embarrassed at being thanked for their work. Nick found out while he was waiting for the lembas bread that he was actually pretty famous with the Hogwarts house elves as the "greatest friend of Harry Potter".-
Nick thought it rather funny that in the house elves eyes he was playing second fiddle to Harry when for the most part it was the opposite that was true. The bread was finished about five minutes before breakfast and the five loaves had been cleanly wrapped in cloth. He once again thanked the elves for their help before leaving the kitchen and heading to the great hall to actually eat. Today was potions and herbology just like last Monday and Nick planned to get some practice with illusion spells during his free period.-
He paired up with Tracy and Daphne again since that was his preferred placement in the potions class. Nick grinned when he read the cure for boils recipe that was written on the board in the room and Tracy noticed this. "What are you grinning about?" she asked curiously. "You see whats written on the board? looks familiar doesn't it?" He asked with a wide grin. Both she and Daphne looked at the board and didn't notice what was making him grin at first but as they went through the direction mentally their eyes widened. "You're joking!?" Tracy exclaimed in shock.-
"Nope , those are the changes I made to the recipe previously." Nick said still grinning happily. Having a potion master like Snape use your version of a potion to teach students was pretty much the same as the man himself acknowledging your work. Nick could tell from the way the class went that Snape's way of teaching was to focus on two recipes for a certain amount of time before teaching another. This did get the students more comfortable around the subject but the very professors presence was enough to make people nervous and accident prone which removed some of the benefits.-
Snape tried to pick on Harry a little but quickly gave up when he realized that the boy didn't care. Still the professor had enough sense not to try and pester Harry just because he wasn't reacting as expected. It certainly didn't help that Snape could practically feel Nick staring holes in the back of his head whenever he approached Harry. Nick had loads of fun messing with Snape by using a tiny amount of spiritual channeling in his eyes while recalling the man's death in the books. Nicks eyes didn't glow but the technique was fantastic at unnerving even the bravest people because it was like death was constantly breathing down their necks.-
'It's only fair he suffers a bit for trying to bully a student like that after all." Nick thought with a pleasant smile. Herbology was hell for Nick as they were supposed to trim whip vines but he got slapped repeatedly instead. Professor sprout had to get involved because he lost his temper and was about to unleash a firestorm on the fucking plant that had the nerve to act all cute after manhandling him. 'It's official , I hate herbology.' he thought while glaring at the plant venomously as he was getting scolded by the professor.
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The part about a firestorm wasn't exaggerated at all as literally everyone in the green house at the time felt his magic flare up as he drew his wand. The professor confiscated his wand until the end of class more out of safety then a punishment. She did note that while he was calm and friendly most of the time he also seemed to have a fairly short fuse for things that can cause irritation. She saw the entirety of what happened so she couldn't really blame him for losing his temper after the whip vine slapped him far enough to leave red marks over and over again.-
Unfortunately most magical plants tended to have similar defensive traits and so she knew this was definitely going to be a bad class for him much to her disappointment. Neville was a natural with the plants though so while her expertise didn't appeal to Nick it wasn't totally lost on her students. Once the class was finished Nick grouped up with his friends who wasted no time at all teasing him. "You should have seen your face , it was all red and puffy!" Tracy said while cackling loudly.-
"What was that spell you were about to cast mate? It made the hair on my arms stand up before the professor stopped you!" Ron asked curiously. Everyone nearby stopped to try and listen in for his answer since they had a similar reaction to his magic. Nick shrugged "Sorry to disappoint but it was just an overcharged fire summoning charm." he said honestly. "Must have been crazy overcharged if it made us all feel like that." Tracy exclaimed in surprise. "In case it wasn't obvious I was positively livid at that moment so holding back was the furthest thing from my mind." Nick admitted embarrassed.-
"It's a good thing you're on our side then isn't it?" Harry joked and everyone laughed. Once all the famous nonsense vanished (Mostly thanks to Nick) the boy who lived thrived at Hogwarts and really opened up in the last week. He still had a small problem with keeping to himself most of the time but that too was slowly vanishing as he took the initiative to speak on his own more often. "You guys head on without me I've got a bit of work I still need to do." Nick said as he separated from the group.-
He made his way to his workshop while flicking his magic sense on and off in an attempt to remain safe while also not bursting a vessel in his nose. It proved unnecessary as he felt nothing off the entire trip and made it to the workshop just fine. He was paranoid and knew it but considering the dark lord had made an attempt on his life the previous day he felt it warranted. The man had apparently not decided to try again since there were no foreign magics in the workshop after a quick check letting Nick lock the door behind him and relax.-
The reason for the secrecy was because he didn't want to reveal that he was using illusion magic spells on himself to speed up his understanding of them. Personal experience was a heavy focus in the Celebrimbor style and Nick knew that casting the spells gave him that but he didn't want to bully some of the other students to practice leaving himself as the target. Having your sense's messed with was a very unfun thing to experience but at least this way he can understand the spells better having felt their effects on himself.-
Obviously he wouldn't use the darker fear based illusions but the rest were all fair game in his opinion. Nick took a deep breath and pointed his wand at himself "INVORTO!" he said and immediately the entire room seemed to move and Nick found himself standing on the "ceiling" alongside all his tools and equipment. This illusion messed with one's sense of gravity and as a result made them think they were standing on the ceiling even while on the ground. 'This spell would give someone a complex if used outside.' Nick thought as he walked around to acclimate himself to the strange sensation.-
He even tried to jump and was immediately overcome with an instinctive sense of vertigo as he could no longer tell up from down. 'For a moment there I felt like I was about to fall into the actual ceiling.' Nick noted when his heart rate settled from the sudden strange sensation. "FINITE INCANTATEM!" he spoke and dispelled the illusion restoring the world to the way it was supposed to be. He pulled out a note pad and wrote down the spell alongside it's possible use to disorient an opponent.
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