Post by Melia Birchheel on Mar 21, 2008 10:17:01 GMT -5
Melia had been distinctly and uncharacteristically distracted of late. Perhaps it had been the winter weather; her warm Spanish blood needed the mildness of the south of the country, not the mountainous climes of the Mesa Central. Still, if she was honest with herself, it was because she was at somewhat of a loss. Her lessons were less populated than before, her plans less coherent than they should have been. Her cousin, too, had been on her mind - keeping him in check was no easy task. Her meeting with Scorpius and Fenrir had not been a pleasant one, and she was unsure as to what it had achieved. Things were in a rut, it seemed.
Still, another Friday rolled around, and Spring was well on the way. The sun shone up above, and although in the dungeons its positive effect could not be discerned Melia felt its influence nonetheless. Spring was a time for new beginnings. A time for the renewal and regeneration of one's spirit. She had an interesting lesson in mind for her students, if only they would come.
She entered the classroom in almost pitch darkness, the only light filtering in from beyond the door, reflected in the amber hue of her piercing eyes. She was dressed in black as usual, and though her robes were of exquisite quality they were neat and functional. With a single,, wordless wave of her wand the fire in the grate sprang to life; with another the candles were lit. Cupboard doors were opened, cauldrons were cleaned the board was cleared and rewritten. Her room was ready, and so too should be her class.
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 21, 2008 10:47:25 GMT -5
Felix left the Feasting Hall in a mad rush. Looking at the clock tower Felix had made the fatal mistake of misreading the short hand to the long one. It was a life long habit that he could not break no matter what he did. He called it analog dyslexic. He did it with digital clocks (a complicated muggle invention) as well and would read the hour second, and the minute first. The Gryffindor had yet to be late for something because of it, yet he was most definitely early more time then one can count.
Almost flying down the cold, large steps down to the cold, large dungeon, Felix found his airborne statue quite accelerating yet deadly. Right at the bottom step to the Potions classroom, Felix had been counting the seconds from when he saw the clock. Two hundred, and fifty-seven seconds plus… Felix paused. Closing his eyes as to see the perfect picture of the clock implanted in his brain, Felix smacked his forehead. He had given up a scrumptious biscuit to be sixteen minutes, and thirty-nine seconds early for Potions class.
About to just sit on the steps and wait for the long time, Felix also thought about running back up for more food. He was quite full enough, and the cold steps were a very uncomfortable set. Still, he sat down and thought for a little while about everything. I’ll spare you the list, but one thing that came to his large mind was Morgan and Felix’s discussion about the Minister of Magic. He thought it silly at first to ask, but the rumors of the Shadows were even louder and louder and Felix feared that the Professora didn’t even know their idea.
Going up to the large door, Felix was still ten minutes and forty-nine seconds early, yet he pushed open the door to see the pitch-black figure of the Potions teacher. Knocking on the door to alert her that he was there, Felix stepped into the candlelight and asked quietly. “Professor Birchheel, can I ask you something?”
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Post by Willow Treasure on Mar 21, 2008 11:00:55 GMT -5
Willow was already late but she was starving. She passed Felix who was obviously hurrying to class into the feasting hall and grabbing a piece of toast to eat on the way. She ate the toast whilst skipping to the dungeons.
Arriving at the class door Willow saw Felix asking a question. She slipped past him and nodded her head at him and then waved to the Professor before sitting siliently at the front. She got her equipment out and then sat listening to the conversation.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 21, 2008 11:14:57 GMT -5
Felix watched as a Ravenclaw girl slipped in, extremely early as well. He did not know the girl, yet she nodded to both Felix and the Professor and sat down in the front row, close to where Felix stood. He had hoped to ask Madam Birchheel in private, seeing it was such an important matter. Closing his eyes for a second, Felix didn’t even glace at the girl, only reached his hand into his school robes and gripped his wand. Pointing it at the girl, underneath the fabric, Felix muttered Muffliato, just as he had done many times. He knew the power of information in the hands of a person with long ears.
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Post by Melia Birchheel on Mar 21, 2008 14:47:12 GMT -5
Professor Birchheel was a teacher who loathed tardiness, so seeing two students so ahead of time was pleasing to her, and she nodded at the first boy and girl to enter. One she knew well - the other, not so, but then it was always good to have new people in one's class. Her amber eyes swiveled toward the Gryffindor boy as he approached her, wondering what the inquisitive student had to ask this time. Judging from reports from her colleagues, this one was a bright and willing student, so of course Melia had time for him.
His manner was somewhat odd, however. He seemed furtive, his voice even quieter than most the tones that people usually used in her echoing classroom. A faint frown formed on her prematurely lined features, but her expression was not unkind, merely politely and mildly curious.
This was obviously compounded by the Gryffindor's choice of spell. So nobody was allowed to listen in. That was interesting. Melia's lamp-like eyes turned from Felix to the Ravenclaw and back again, but her expression remained neutral. After a pause, she nodded and stated a single word.
"Continue."
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Post by Willow Treasure on Mar 21, 2008 14:52:18 GMT -5
Willow was waiting for the lesson to start and watching the boy and woman. Willow saw the lips off the witch open and speak but no sound came out.
Willow was quite taken aback by this. Obviously Felix hadn't wanted anybody to know what they were talking about. So Willow didn't mind. Still watching the conversation seeing if she could catch any words.
Deciding that she couldn't Willow looked up at the board to see the words 'The Diamond Skin Potion'. Without any hesitation Willow turned in her textbook to her page.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 21, 2008 15:05:34 GMT -5
Felix watched, as the Professor did not just dismiss Felix. He was quite happy for this. She did not treat him as just some kid with mindless questions. Either he had a reputation, he had finally got an air of importance, the Professor was just bored, or even she was impressed by his earliness. In any case, when Felix shot out the spell she listened closely to what the young Gryffindor had to say.
“Professor Birchheel. I would just like to say first that I know everything that you stand for and believe in and completely agree. From your stance on the ruler ship of the Iberian Ministry to Spain.” Now that that was solved, Felix continued. “I am sure that you know the current goals and intentions of Miss Morgan Pendragon, the Ravenclaw Prefect?” Felix paused. He greatly wished to throw out the question, but what if Felix’s perception on the Professor was wrong? What if Morgan, for one, was wrong? What if she would throw Felix and Mo in jail for life for even saying such a thing? Instead, Felix paused and awaited her answer, hoping with all his heart for a yes.
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Post by Melia Birchheel on Mar 21, 2008 17:06:24 GMT -5
Now this was something that Melia had not expected. Her attitudes toward the ministry were no secret, but at the very least were discrete. Clearly this was not the case; the other professors had been right when they had said that secrets in a school spread faster than the latest practical joke toy. The Gryffindor's assumptive support of her also took her aback somewhat, though this emotion did not register on her face, and she continued to watch the boy very closely indeed as he went on.
How could he know exactly what her opinions on the ministry and its leader were. More to the point, why did he agree? Was the boy fond of anarchy? Wait, hadn't he been involved in that spat with the department for the control and regulation of magical creatures? Was that it? This boy was asking her questions, but she had far more than he, it seemed. As for what the Ravenclaw prefect was up to, she had no idea. She really must have been distracted of late, not to have noticed a student resistance movement forming in front of her very nose.
"I do not believe I am, Mister Genero," she replied to his latter query, making sure to keep her face neutral so that the other student would not think that there was anything amiss. "Miss Pendragon has not spoken to me in quite some time. Why don't you fill me in on the details?" She did not voice any of her earlier misgivings, not yet. Best to get information before risking scaring the boy, and she did so want to get to the bottom of this.
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 21, 2008 18:08:49 GMT -5
The Professors face was blank. Felix couldn't read her one bit. He knew something was going on but what, he had no idea. Did she know? Was she going to arrest him? What was her opinion? Her face was a brick wall, but even a brick wall held some graffiti to decipher. Her answer calmed Felix down a little more. At least she was interested in what Felix had to say. Unless she wanted a complete confession to frame them both with. Finally deciding just to answer truthfully, Felix replied.
“Professor Birchheel, you know as anyone that the Ministry is getting worse and worse, and the threat of the return of the League of Shadows even greater. Rumor is that they’re already back. I know its just rumor but I’ve been told that I have an ear for rumors. Even if it isn’t a rumor, something must be done even to protect everything from the Lycans to just the some-what safe world we live in. Even now, the situation worsens. The ministries top aurors are even against the Ministry, Forbes and the Black Forest Church. We could over throw the Ministry, we have the support, we have the resources, and just a little time to organize and peace could be restored. We have everything but a new leader. Someone who loves Spain with all their heart; against the current law; a leader with experience; someone to look up too; who would give their life for their country. Melia Birchheel, we think that you would make the best Minister this country would ever see. You need to act to save us all. Time is so short, I know that Morgan would have loved to tell you, and that she would be able to convince you so much better, but I need you to consider now! I don’t need an answer, but if all chaos breaks loose, we need you to already be ready to step up to the plate! That is, of course, if you agree to consider it.”
Felix just put his life on the line, but for a great cause.
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Post by Melia Birchheel on Mar 22, 2008 9:49:50 GMT -5
If she had been taken aback before, now the Spanish pureblood was nothing short of incredulous. He knew of Scorpius' return when half the ministry truly believed him to be dead - Melia of course knew better, having met the man in secret not so very long ago. And what did he know of the condition of the ministry itself? Admittedly, more and more unreasonable laws were being churned out to placate Plutus' desire to control the 'non-pure' sections of the wizarding population, or those he deemed a threat to utter control.
He babbled about rumours. Lycans and aurors. Top aurors. Was there dissent in Julian Forbes' department? He had been summoned to his homeland, the last Melia had heard, although there was hushed and hesitant word reaching her ears of his return from Malta. The sentiments attached to said words were not happy ones, either. It was said that Forbes was unhappy with the familias for some reason, but Melia could only make an educated guess about what that meant. Rumours were indeed flying.
The Gryffindor was wrong, though. Overthrowing the ministry was a far more complicated and delicate operation than he assumed. What support did they have? Plutus was highly effective at subduing the Spanish people, and while the familias were deeply opposed to him and the government, they could not take on the might of the ICW alone, even if they were willing to risk a civil war. Resources were another thing in short supply. Perhaps with support from Windwaltz the ICW might listen; they had not so far paid her father the same respect. Still, it irked her to have to rely on the cowardly headmaster.
Still, the most remarkable thing to leave the boy's mouth was what came next. The students wanted her to be the Minister for Magic? Did they not understand at all? Her bright eyes narrowed slightly, and when she spoke her accent was more obvious than usual, her words rapid in the manner of her native language.
"The reasons for my opposing the formation of a ministry seem to have escaped you, Mister Genero," she began, her voice low despite the muffling spell that had been cast. "Members of my family have attempted to seize power many times throughout history, and each and every time great bloodshed has occurred. I will not take upon myself the mantle of power, not even for the day it would take to dissolve the government. I may begin with great intentions, noble and benevolent and loved, but soon blood would run through my hands and the streets and the ancient families of Spain would be torn apart. Power is a cursed thing in these lands; España was not meant to have such leadership. Even now I fear the consequences of the ICW's actions; we all do." She paused, her face suddenly tired, shockingly and utterly at odds with her usual efficient and unruffled manner.
"I am sorry Mister Genero, I am sure that you intent was good, but my answer is no. And I would advise against you taking part in any uprising that may occur; civil war is no place for children." She looked almost sad then, and this even minor display of emotion was almost certainly entirely at odds with Felix's expectation of her. "Please, take your seat. The lesson will be starting soon."
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 22, 2008 11:05:08 GMT -5
Each and every word that flowed of the tongue of Madam Birchheel felt like a red-hot anvil falling on Felix. All his hopes squished. He was not one to get emotional but this was something that he had dedicated everything to for the pass age only to have it all vanquished because he did not convince her well enough. He knew what would become of Spain, he could see it. He even caught a glimpse of sadness in the Professor; she knew too. She tried to just brush him off as a child's dream, but Felix knew that it was more that that, and hoped that she too knew.
"Everyone thinks that it is just a child's dream for me to one day fight off the bad guys and save the day! Well I know better! I cannot escape my age, I have no intention of fighting. I am not but a messenger of news of hope. It's been mere bad luck on my part for being in the middle.
I did not know. I am sorry. But a bloodbath of terror is undeniable. Even now everyone is moving against the Ministry. They could be overthrown in seconds, there will be war and there's no stopping it. The only true question now is who will prevail? Who will make it on top? Who will be the leader of Spain when all the evil is wiped out? If no one will take the place as head Spain will fight until not one person stands alive. Until the last breath they will slaughter eachother for power. Unless, someone with a true Spanish heart takes charge and stops the Chaos. The Ministry will fall, who will lead is the question. Thank you for your time Professor."
With that, Felix wiped away the single tear and walked down to his set, so that Professor Birchheel would not have time to respond. The students were inevitable to start to flood in any moment now.
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Post by Melia Birchheel on Mar 22, 2008 11:54:16 GMT -5
The vehemence with which the young Gryffindor spoke hit Melia hard. Passion and indignant anger filled his every word, and while Melia watched him wordlessly there was the beginnings of a great turmoil inside her. If she had not been herself, if the cold hard exterior had no been so very well practiced then she would have tried to console him, to calm him down. She did nothing, though but watch without motion. Not even her eyes shifted from his angry face.
She had not meant to make him feel like a little boy; the lack of respect elders placed on youth had stung her in days gone by, but she knew that she was right; civil war was ugly indeed, and none of the students in her care should have to see one, let alone have to fight in one.
The rashness of his age was clearly upon him though, despite his words to the contrary. Still he had not grasped her fundamental point. There should be no leader when Plutus and his government was taken down. No one person to shoulder all that responsibility. The familias had taken care of wizarding Spain for centuries, and they could do so again. To his questions though she had no answer to give him. She did not have to illustrate her point with examples from history - there had been many and if Morgan Pendragon was the true Ravenclaw she claimed to be then she would look them up herself. As Felix stormed over to his seat Melia waited a moment before speaking.
"You will not speak out of turn to me like that, Mister Genero," she said softly, no trace of any previous emotion on her features, just silky sternness. "Detention. Tonight."
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Thankfully class han't started yet and thankfully the Slytherin Common room was on the same floor of the Castle as the potions class. He walked in and saw Felix talking to Birchheel and placed th epalm of his nhand on his for head. He knew what Felix was up to and he could tell he was ruining everythng. If felix turned he'd see Malachy with a serpentine glare focused on him. They needed Birch heel. and he was chasing her away. plus he was interupting a valuable potions lesson in the process who the hell did he think he was.
Malachy would have to go and fix Felix's mistakes again. Like he had with the SOS club thing. and he prayed for the sake of the magical creatures of spain, that Felix had not turned the teacher away completely. "Finite" He said pointing a wand in their direction. He said it loud enough for felix to hear so that he would know that the muffling charm was down and would shut up. "Felix, I'd rather here what miss Birchheel has to teach us to day." He said. "Could you try not to ruin her mood with your pride, please." The way he said the second part had a double meaning. And Felix would probably get the meaning.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2008 12:50:06 GMT -5 by Malachy
Ferris entered the potions classroom that afternoon to find himself an intruder on a very peculiar scene. There was a Ravenclaw girl who was so short she could have been a first year, apparently oblivious to everything going on; there was Professor Birchheel staring at Ferris looking distinctly... well, not distinctly anything - this was Professor Birchheel, after all - but there was a definite sense of danger about her. Felix, meanwhile, looked angry and upset in his seat. What the hell had gone on here?
Deciding that the safest thing to do would be not to comment on the situation at all, the sixth year Gryffindor moved to his usual pod and sat down, flipping open his book as he did so. It was at times like this that he wished his hair was still long enough to hide behind. He didn't like the look in the potion teacher's eyes at all, and wished the amber gaze would stop being quite so piercing. He hastily looked down at his book, idly wondering which potion they would be doing today whilst shooting furtive looks toward his house-mate.
Something weird had happened. That much was clear.
Even the most timid of creatures has survival instincts.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Mar 22, 2008 15:45:46 GMT -5
((OOC: Haha! Felix is soooo stupid! I love being able to blame everything on him…))
BIC:
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The amount of emotion Felix was feeling at this moment is indescribable with simply a keyboard and a blank workspace. To know, you would have to be inside his brain at that moment, and you would probably die from the blast.
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He just got his first detention. Of course, just as Ferris and Malachy walked in. He had, in his own stupidity, just spoiled everything. He thought that he would be able to change it all. To change the whole course of this war, only to spoil there only hope. The type of government that Professor Birchheel wanted to install in Spain was the very one that took great country and made them fall. Any country must have some high person to rule it all, especially when if you did have many people ruling, it would be a insane guy with a bunch of dead people, a corrupt ex-minister, a Lycan King, probably a Spirit or two, a man who’s goal in life was to kill all and make chaos, a ever absent lightning elementalist, and a pure blood Spaniard who was as hard to get to as a stone fortress. Just to name a few.
Felix and his big stupid mouth had ruined it all. Every drop of hope. Yippy. Malachy tried to just say something that Felix already knew and was even making it worst. Some times, Felix wanted to just scream in Malachy’s too perfect face ‘YOU DON’T HAVE A CLUE!’ But still, Felix was too frozen in fear and shame to do that right now. Ferris was clueless, better to keep him that way, and now Felix was to be humiliated even more as soon as Morgan, Ashelle and others who dream were crushed too. Might as well take his new broom, fly to the top of the University, and just sit there, till it’s all over.
He did not burst into tears; they just trickled down, one by one, dropping onto the cover of his book. Felix wiped out his wand; shot a spell at the salty wet drops, and poof! they vanished, just like Felix’s dreams. What was he going to do? What? Probably just fail this class and sulk to his Dorm. He never sulked before. Happy thought were always all around him. Not now. Silvain would be happy that he finally found grief in his life. So what? The whole country would go in shambles and it would be his fault, no big deal. Felix was determined to solve it, but maybe he had done too much. Morgan and Malachy would solve it. Right now he was just going to act like a robot for the rest of the class, holding back his emotions, and hope all would turn out well. Hoping.
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