The flame-haired angelThe flame-haired angel

Chapter 3: The clamorous and foolish adventure in 1939 of "The Phalangers" had beginning in a silly Monday morning when, among teachers and dark lords more lads than them, they went to lesson and...

As every day, Virginia Weasley woke up at 6:45 AM; after ten minutes, she got up and did a long shower: bubbles shower, shampoo and balm, and finally a generous dose of moisturizing perfumed cream and a sprinkled of coordinated perfume -vanilla and ginger was her fav. Gone back in the dormitory, she woke up her roommate -it didn't matter if she was in the 2002 or in the 1939- and she began the dressing rite: black micro fiber bra and low waist culottes; white shirt, adherent and stretch, with the first two buttons lose -at the beginning of September it was still warm- and Ron's tie apparently tied with negligence; gray pleated mini skirt. For that day, Virginia decided to wear a pair of gray cotton stockings that reach just an inch below the skirt's edge. Putted on her Victorian boots, she devoted herself to a light make-up: blueberry red lip pencil and lipstick; pearly pastel gray eye shadow and poppy seed gray mascara. She dried her hair, using a spell to smooth them and she brushed them till her hair shined and she wore a very fluffy white hair band. Virginia looked at the mirror and smiled seductive, showing two lines of white, perfect and well-cared teeth.

" Virginia "Vy" Weasley, these are your objectives: broken hearts, drooling mouths and bleeding noses!" she said solemnly at her own reflection," But since today, Virginia, you have a yet more important assignment: make the life of Tom Marvolo Riddle a true Hell. With Lucifer incorporated!"

Arranged the robe with the glorious emblem of Gryffindor on her shoulders, Virginia went in the Common Room under the shocked glance of the other girls. It was 7:45 AM.

Everybody gasped when Vy went in the Common Room. Vy arched an eyebrow and tilted the head, asking to herself why she didn't have the usual effect on the boys; she then took her powder compact and checked her look: perfect as always. Raised the look, she noticed with pleasure the drooling mouths and the bleeding noses < These 39' boys are a little bit slow... oh well; it is better have breakfast now. > And she went toward the door; then turned around and smiling reached Martin.

" Ah Martin, I don't have the schedule yet: which lessons we have today?"

Martin swallowed blushing and stammered:

" Defense Against Dark Arts with Ravenclaw, History of Magic with Hufflepuff, double Potions with Slytherin and lunch. In the afternoon instead..."

" Thank you Martin!" Vy smiled kissing him on the cheek, " I will ask Autumn to copy hers. I'm going, bye!"

" Hey, wait a second!" McGonagal exclaimed, "you won't have intention to go in class dressed in /that/ way!"

" Sure that is a definite yes: I don't want to dress like my grandmother!"

The girls gasped: their uniform -with the simple calf-length gray skirt, the white slightly puffed-sleeved shirt and the House colored bow- was so much in fashion! Then they exchanged a glance and they nodded <Perhaps that grenade has done more damage than what seems...>

Chatting with Autumn and Numeria, Vy went toward the Defense Against Dark Arts class, and after little, the Ravenclaw's reached them. After the usual nosebledding, Tiber picked up all his courage and greeted the redhead, adding:

" I don't know what your relationship with Mr. Labour, but he is rather.... strange. Don't misunderstand me, but he has some attitudes a little bit... ambiguous.... "

" Let me guess: he flirted with you."

The boy paled and nodded. Vy sighed and laid a hand on the Ravenclaw's shoulder:

"Listen...er....what-in-the-Hell-your-name-is: Attilius is.... is like a sister to me, the sister that I never had; thus I ask you to think over your feelings. It doesn't seem, but Att is an extremely sensitive boy!"

Entered the classroom, they heard somebody cry. After have glanced around, they spotted in the most hidden classroom's corner a student: sat on the floor, head on his knees. Vy was at once near him and placed a hand on his trembling shoulder, she said motherly.

" What happened?"

" Oh Virginia, I... I.... I am an unfaithful lover!"

Attilius exclaimed raising his eyes on his friend and wiping the tears with his handkerchief of silk and white lace: hidden the face on her shoulder, he told sobbing what had happened the night before.

" ... But the worse thing was the dream. I was alone, naked, cold and it was dark; then a warm and pleasant light wraps me and I lift my eyes: and before me there was Bill, and Charlie, and Percy, and Fred and George and Ron, and they emanated the sweet light. Their looks were distant and full of sadness and disappointment and coldness; they then told me: 'you disappointed us Attilius, each of us: we thought that you loved us, that you were faithful. Instead, as soon as we turn our shoulders, you cheat on us: we won't see you anymore.' And then they disappear leaving me alone in the dark."

He ended in a new burst of crying. The girl embraced him trying to comfort him.

" Don't worry Att, I won't tell them. And you know how it's said, don't you? What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over. C'mon, blown your nose, wipe your eyes and go to rinse your face: the lesson is about to begin."

After Attilius had recovered a little bit, the two friends sat in the last rows: the class of Defense Against Dark Arts was oddly in the dungeons; there were no windows and the room was lit up by a big candelabrum that hung from the ceiling and by any torches. It had a rather gloomy air.

" I advise you to be /never/ late at Defense Against Dark Arts: Professor Etul is so feared from us that we have nicknamed him 'Bloody Michael '. He is very intransigent and troubles to whom don't pay attention during class or don't deliver the assignments in time."

Said a Ravenclaw behind them.

" I'm glad of thy kindness, Miss Hireos: informing the new students about each teacher's way teaching is an action of extreme kindliness." Said an icy voice at their shoulders," Ten points from Ravenclaw to have not awaited my arrival in silence."

< Here to whom Snapey is inspired!!> Thought Attilius and Vy watching amazed the teacher: Michael Etul was a vampire. The big black cape swelled at his movements and he seemed to glide on the floor instead that walk; he was rather tall, thin and pale. Professor Etul reached the desk and leaned on the edge.

" Mr. Labour, Miss Weasley, before we begin today lesson I want you to introduce yourselves and to explain us everything you know about Dark Arts."

" Yoo-hoo! Vy, we're here!!"

Adrienne exclaimed shaking her hands; Xavier glanced at his sister full of compassion and shook his head: too much chocolate. Vy smiled and reached the twins: the girl looked like a lil' girl, having used the uniform bow to tie her hair in two high ponytails. Adrienne grinned:

" Tell me Vy, with this hair-style am I not alike Candy Candy?"

" Waah! Come here!" Vy exclaimed hugging the friend," you're so nice that I'd eat you..."

" Tee hee... oho yes, eat me in a mouthful."

Adrienne snickered squeezing the friend in way a bit.... ambiguous. Xavier observed hopelessly the two girls and exclaimed:

" And stop to play t.A.T.u! If you want to have a half snog, has at least the good taste to go in a broom closet! However you have amazed me Vy: I didn't think that you had ours same... er... preferences."

The two girls glanced at him in silence, then laced their arms and began to sing at the top of their voices the chorus of "All the things she said" then burst their sides with laugher. Vy dried a lonely tear and sat in a desk. "Well, I am sorry for have shocked you, Xavier. And as concerns about my preferences, it's evident that I like boys; however I also like.... er.... /play/ with Audrey in this way."

" Exactly!" exclaimed the chestnut-haired girl, " We have never gone beyond to the embraces. Even if personally I wouldn't be sorry to go farther. What, brother? Envious?"

The boy sighed, placing parchment, quill and inkpot on his desk.

" Yes: since you are my sister, we couldn't organize a threesome. But if I am able to replace you with Att...."

" Pervert! You know that Att is interested mainly in my brothers, even if sometimes he gave himself to you. But where is... ah, that's where the lil' bastard book was."

During the lesson of History of Magic, they had their first detention. Or better, Xavier, Adrienne and Vy had fallen asleep, but only the boy had been caught by Binns: it was impossible not notice his... er... /level of attention/ considered that he snored so loud to make the windows tremble.

When the lesson ended, the three friends reached the staircase that led to the dungeons: there they would have met Attilius and Evan to then separate and reach respectively the greenhouses and the Potions class; turned around a corner, they spotted Evan and Tom chat quietly, ignoring the heap of Attilius, who whined half hidden by friend's robe. Vy growled something incomprehensible.

" Hallo Evan! Hi Att.... Hey Att, what it's happened?!"

The twins exclaimed at the unison -a thing that they often did. The Ravenclaw raised his reddened eyes and, blew his nose with Evan's robe and stammered his misfortune. The tall Hufflepuff embraced him hoping to comforts him, while his twin sister aw-ed whipping a tear; the Gryffindor and the Slytherin looked each other shaking their heads < Hope that Xavier is able to put an end to this whining. > They thought. Tom looked perplexed the scene, as if a big question mark flashes upon his head.

" Evan, how could have been so cruel!" Snapped Xavier, our friend is in this pitiful state and you... you do nothing to comfort him!"

" Have I done nothing? Have I done nothing?! Look, I have done everything possible to raise his spirits: if I have done more, they would have thought that I'm a fairy!"

" But Att is our friend and it is our duty to help him!"

" Ok," Adrienne added, "you know that we are in the shit, but if we don't help each other the things will worsen for us. And I then remember you that we have helped you more than once to..."

" I understood! I understood!" Snapped Evan annoyed, " The next time I'll jeopardy my reputation, 'k? Well, we have to go: from what I have heard, it's better not play with Professor Psyllium. Vy let us lead you through the dungeons."

The five teenagers said goodbye -Evan and Vy suggested to Xavier some bushes to hide in chance of a snog- and they all parted. Evan felt the palms of his hands sweat: he didn't have yet understands why Vy had hit Tom and he didn't know if she was still mad with him. Also Tom was a little bit nervous: being so close to the redhead made him feel strange -a feeling rather pleasant, but odd- and for the first time in life he was aware that he wasn't indifferent toward some one; he thanked the presence of the his new friend -Evan was a really nice boy once you got to know him- whom in a some sense checked the girl. Swallowing the knot in his throat, Tom ventured:

" Don't.... don't worry for yesterday: I understand that you are still shocked and that..."

" If there is some one shocked among the five of us," Vy hissed with a razor-sharp look," It's Attilius: I am in full possession of my ability to understand and will. And you tell me what he has to do with us"

Evan looked sideways at the girl and grumbled:

" And you tell me why you are so mad with him."

" They aren't your business Evan."

" Well, it happens that he is the only sixth year Slytherin I get well with. Besides he is my friend."

" Tsk, /friend/: you met him only two days ago!"

" Even you met him two days ago, but at least I am trying to know him!"

Though feeling ignored -and he surely appreciated that Evan took his defenses, Tom thought that it was not fair that the two friends fight in that barbaric way: he was about to interfere and prevent that they cut each other's throat and unfortunately Lucceius bumped Vy. He didn't apologize, instead, he growled her to get away from his way: the fight was inevitable, considered the bad mood of both, and they exchanged rude words in crescendo until they came in the Potions class; then Vy had the last word when he tried to get out his wand, she punched him in the stomach. Lucceius growled that he would have taken revenge and went in the opposite side of the class bent in two by the pain. Vy passed a hand between her hair, tsked, and sat triumphantly in the last row followed by Evan. " The poor guy is still shocked by the news!"

Evan grinned; Vy looked at him arching an eyebrow.

" What news?"

" It's nothing." Tom said with nonchalance sitting on Evan's right," He just doesn't like children."

" You must have seen him Vy: it has been too amusing!" Evan cleared up his throat and imitated Lucius," 'How have they dared to do me this?! And what kind of name is Lucius? The brat must be called Pestilence!! '"

Vy looked stunned her friend, and after a little bit she joined the two Slytherin's laughers. The lesson began after few minutes, and Professor Paumann was decidedly the opposite of Snape.

The rest of the day passed without too much problems and Vy was firmly decided to keep a safe distance from Tom, whom didn't understand the reason of this resentment yet.

TBC

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I must admit that in these first chapters the plot doesn't develop much, but I use them to explain the relationships between the different characters: I think that the things will become interesting from the next chapter. Talking about Lucceius -I found the name in my old dictionary of Latin (name of different friends of Cicero), therefore it's not an invented name: I initially thought that he'd be Draco's grandfather, but then talking with Kiara, I have decided that he'd be Lucius's elder brother. And here the site where you will find the sketch of "The Phalangers": http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=131611

The Transfiguration Professor and the Mediwicth part 2

" Merlin! It's so.... huge!"

She said in awe caressing the smooth surface, then took and looked skeptically at it in the sunlight.

" A Rememball?"

" A Pensieball, (a crossing between a Pensieve and a Rememball. Ndr) to remember all our happy moments. A candy?"

Albus said stepping backwards and taking candies from his pocket. Poppy looked the Professor: the expression on her face was illegible.

" I'm going: I have patients to nurse."

<It's not fair, all this farce for a Pensieball!! Albus, when will you understand that I am a woman and that I have my needs to satisfy?!>

Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist, and a husky voice whispered in her ear:

" Wait me tonight after dinner at the usual place."

Well, did you think it was the end? ;P