*Anos's POV*
Ignoring the unconscious Maxwell I stepped over him and went ahead to check on Harriet. Neville was lying unconscious and had a severe case of pissing his pants.
Harriet was holding her hand which had become swollen quite fast and trying her best to hold in her tears as everyone circled around her.
"Wow that was so cool!"
"You're amazing!"
Called out Side characters 1 and 2.
"Okay enough horseplay give her some space. She needs medical attention more than your praise or are y'all planning to kiss the boo bood away." I said splitting the crowd and helping Harriet up and by the light scream she just gave I was pretty sure she had a broken wrist.
Madam Hooch arrived at that exact moment and looked absolutely Bamboozled.
" What.... You kids had to just stay on the ground." She said in a raised voice and the kids recoiled. Perhaps the situation was just catching up to her because I expected a lot worse.
" Sorry Mam but if Harriet, Hermione and Alucard hadn't helped then Longbottom would be looking like a squashed mosquito right now." Simon said with a raised eyebrow wondering why were they even being yelled at in the first place.
"I think we should get them to the medical ward first." Hermione said and diverted heat from us.
Madam Hooch finally seemed to notice that Harriet's hand was looking like a tomato and hurriedly walked her to the medical ward.
"Somebody carry Longbottom to the Medical ward." Madam Hooch said as she carried Harriet away. As soon as she said that all the Slytherin and Gryffindor students rushed off.
"Wow so much for being noble and brave." Draco said and sighed at the running Gryffindors.
"Well looks like Draco and Simon are on carrying duty." I said, scratching my neck.
"Hey! why can't anyone of you do it." Simon said agitated.
" He's dirty." Alucard replied.
" I have an allergy of disappointment." I said, well I mostly wanted the both of them to suffer so any excuse would've worked.
Lan looked straight up unintrested.
"Hey Hermione can't you do that Wingardium whatever again?" Simon asked smiling at his own brilliance.
"I ca-"
"No she can't. She has to meet Professor McGonagall for submitting a project." I cut in.
"Which project?" Simon asked scrutinising us with his gaze.
"It's due date is in two weeks but I completed it first." Hermione decided to play along and Simon gave a long sigh.
"I must've pissed on a God's Altar to get friends like this." He said in despair.
"Friends? I grew up with that guy!" Draco said sharing his sorrow as they slowly and carefully picked up the soiled Neville and carried him off.
'Wow half of the classes in this school get banished into the shadow realm.' I thought as all of us scattered since we had no other classes today.
Lan was taking a nap under the shade of a tree, Alucard went to the common room and Hermione went to the library.
The meeting with Zephyr was still not for a long time so I decided to simply practice on my Cursed techniques. I was feeling quite a bit of drain in them lately. The difficulty increase was almost exponential and using them for long periods of time left a terrible headache.
All the more reason for me to seek help. Somehow I was looking forward to the meeting.
*3:50AM*
"Should I just go now? That'll make me look sincere at least. Or will I look weird?" I was sitting in my room for the last hour and I could swear the clock was rigged or something.
Practicing techniques was just resulting in sharp pains in my head and incredible bloodthirst. I had probably drunk more in the last few hours then I did in a month at any previous time.
Blood was helping calm the pain down but it was also making me anxious. I couldn't even remember the last time I was this nervous not that there was even any particular reason to be nervous.
After waiting for a couple of minutes more I decided to just go, walking there will take 5 or 10 minutes right?
Before I knew it I was in front of the staff office. I wanted to barge in but for the sake of politeness decided to knock.
Just as I was about to knock I heard someone call out to me.
"Oh Anos wait. Let's go to my room. I have some stuff there we'll require for this." Zephyr said while peeking his head from a pile of papers held in his hands.
"Sure." I said and he led me through the castle to the third floor.
"So when did you start teaching?" I asked trying to break the ice as we walked.
"Oh just this year, I wanted work and Hogwarts was hiring. I think the last person who held my position dropped straight down from the astronomy tower while sleep walking." Zephyr explained as I walked along.
I did remember Dad talking about some old fogey dropping down to the Abyss but I hadn't paid that much attention to it.
" So you always wanted to be a teacher?" I asked. I didn't want to walk in complete silence and Zephyr didn't seem to mind.
" Oh Heavens no, my Father always wanted me to take his place in the family buisness but I would rather shove Dragon Turd for a century." Zephyr explained
" They really are like that sometimes. Mine wanted me to become the minister of magic and stuff. I won't go in there even if it meant living in the woods. Their dress code is worse than an angsty teen." I said easing into the conversation.
" Right? It's always, you'll be like this , you'll be like that, look at the other Bloodlines children." We both laughed a little as we reached his room.
" Well let's see to your issue."
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