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A Gaunt's Coven Ch. 43
🕑 Added 2024-03-23 16:07:30 +0000 UTCI had no idea what or who V. L. was, but I was guessing it was not a Dyslexic Lord Voldemort.
The stares and whispers followed me throughout the day.
Malfoy on the other hand would stare at me like I was going to start flinging curses wildly.
Honestly I understood why Harry Potter hated the attention so much… It was aggravating for people to constantly watch you like you were some animal in a zoo.
After classes that day I sat in the Slytherin common room, just leaning on the table and dozing while Daphne traced circles on my back absently.
The rest of the girls were doing homework that I was too mind boggled to do at the moment.
Also it turns out even magical homework sucked unless it actually meant casting spells. And writing a twelve inch essay on the different types of Transfiguration magic was not actually casting spells.
“You really should do the homework,” Calypso said to me.
“You should really do the homework,” I said petulantly.
Was it childish? Sure. but who-
A parchment smacked me in the head and I looked up to see that Calypso had rolled her parchment like a newspaper and was glaring at me. I grinned back.
“Was there a fly on me?” I asked.
“Yes, and it's still there,” Calypso said, this time smacking me in the forehead with the paper.
I snorted, sitting up and stretching.
“Lets do something,” I said to the group.
The Carrows looked up in sync, both of them raising a left eyebrow. Hot.
Wait, when did that go from creepy to hot?
Probably around the time they sucked me off in a broom closet.
“What?” they said together.
“Check out some of the clubs?” I hedged.
It was one of the things that I had always been interested about in Harry Potter.
What were the clubs even like?
“Sure!” Tracey said, taking the hair she had been chewing out of her mouth. “I was dozing off anyway.”
“Which ones?” Daphne said. “Quidditch, Charms, Transfiguration, Art club.”
“Gobstones?” Tracey asked with a smile.
“Absolutely not,” Daphne said. “I will not be smelling like a walking Hippogriff pen for any amount of time.”
“You used to love Gobstones,” Tracey teased, leaning over me to smirk at Daphne, her soft breasts pressing against my shoulder.
Suddenly I would have rather been in my room with her than looking at clubs.
“I also used to think that eight was the best number.”
“That… doesn’t make sense,” I said.
“It does to me.”
“Non-Coven ladies?” I asked the three other Slytherin girls.
“You say that as if we have not already said we were interested in joining,” the Carrows said.
“The blame for that bureaucracy falls upon Daphne,” I said imperiously.
“It does,” Daphne agreed. “I am still evaluating the pro’s and con’s of such an arrangement and need some more information on other topics before we continue.”
“That might be the most pureblood way I’ve ever heard about allowing me to shag someone,” I said.
“I could have added another few lines about needing to test the product, see it in action and give pointers to see if they are capable of performing adequately,” Daphne said with a straight face.
I chuckled and a slight tug of her lips showed her own amusement.
We headed out of the common room, the whispers following us as we went.
“They probably think we’re going to our secret hide out to plot the next attack,” Tracey said.
“We are,” I said. “I’m thinking about going after Diggory next.”
“Let me guess, its because he’s more handsome than you?” Tracey teased.
“No, its because he thinks he’s more handsome than me. Despite the obvious evidence otherwise. I can’t stand fools. Percy Weasley is also a good choice, treats Penelope like crap.”
“You know if one of them does get attacked and someone overheard you it really wouldn’t look good right?” Calypso said.
“She’s right,” Daphne said, giving me and Tracey a knock-it-off look.
I just shrugged.
It was already crazy to assume that a first-year was capable of casting an Unforgivable on someone. Sure I was a Gaunt, but still. Then again, Tom Riddle.
The thoughts of Tom worried me. He had Crucio’d Ron. Not Avada Kedavra’d, where you’d get a dead boy in the first week of school. Not Imperio’d, where he’d get a slave to commit whatever horrors he wished. Cruciatus Curse.
It had been meant to alienate me. If he had been killed then who would know who did it? If it was an Imperius Curse more suspicion would fall on Ron rather than me due to people being dumb asses.
The closest club was Potions Club, but it wasn’t meeting up today so instead we headed for the Charm Club.
I wondered what one did in Charms Club. Just… Wingardium Leviosa things? That actually sounded kind of fun. Just throwing things around a classroom like a game of dodgeball. That should be a magical sport. Accio and Depulso Battle Royale.
Inside the classroom I could see dozens of young women, and even a few young men, talking, looking over books, casting spells.
In one corner a trio of witches were surrounding a muggle car, its pieces taken apart and them studying it.
In another some students were looking over a book, occasionally whipping their wand around only for nothing to happen.
Lastly I saw a sight that brought a smile to my lips.
Fleur and Penelope sat next to one another. A bright blue flame sat at the tip of Fleurs wand and she whipped it forward toward a wall, only for the flame to bounce off the wall like a tennis ball and Fleur jumping to catch it on her wand again. Penelope clapped, laughing when Fleur almost tripped.
Fleur stuck her tongue out at the other girl before she caught sight of Reigis and the rest of their group.
“Reigis!” She called happily.
Dead silence as the entire Charms Club looked at the group of first-years. Then they broke out in whispers. Fleur flushed in embarassment and Penelope patted her on the back reassuringly.
I groaned.
“Oh whisper whisper whisper, look at me,” I said.
“Reigis, you’re mocking them in Parseltongue,” Daphne said.
“Oh.”
“Stop acting like Mister Gaunt wouldn’t be in chains if there were a lick of truth to the rumors! Get back to your projects,” Professor Evans called to the class.
The beautiful redheaded woman made her way over to us just as Fleur and Penny reached us.
“Sorry bout that Reig,” Fleur said, face scrunched up.
“Meh, its been happening all day,” I said, waving it off.
“So. Are you… six here to join the Charms Club?” Professor Evans asked with bubbly cheer.
“We’re just checking it out for now.”
Spreading her arms wide.
“Well check it out to your hearts content! Just be mindful of other’s projects.”
“Can you tell us a bit of what you do here?” the Carrows asked.
“Sure! So one of the easiest things is homework. If someone is having trouble with their Charms homework an older student or myself will help them. But that is obvious. What we really pursue is anything and everything to do with Charms. Try and learn obscure Charms not taught in classes, try and look for new ways to use Charms, or even in the case of the car over there to make something unique using Charms.”
“Can you give us an example?” I asked.
The redhead MILFs face lit up.
“Of course! So, you all know of the Color Changing Charm right?”
She had gone over it in class and it was one of the “basic” Charms to help students gain a foundation without being dangerous.
“Yes maam,” Calypso said.
“Well I’ve done a bit of work on the Charm and altered it a bit during my time in Hogwarts. I always thought that diagnostic Charms were great, but often make Healers overly reliant on their prognosis and not looking at the problems with their own eyes. So I did this-”
With her wand in one hand she lifted the other, pointing the stick at it.
“Colovaria Dermi Non.”
The entirety of the skin of her hand to elbow became transparent showing the muscles, tendons, blood vessels and fat.
She waved her fingers, the muscles flexing as she did so. Tracey and Calypso made startled noises of disgust, but the rest of us were entranced.
“Awesome right?” Professor Evans said with a wide grin. “This spell is now at St Mugnos regularly. There are more advanced versions that I and others have made that can turn muscles, organs, bones and much more transparent. I got the idea when I was first looking into the Disillusionment Charm. Miss Delacour can you tell them about your research into the Bouncy Blue Burn?”
Fleur flushed under Lily’s twinkling eyes. Ooh did Fleur have a little crush on the Charms Professor? Cute.
“Er, well its name is a work in progress… It uses the Bluebell Flames’s unique property of not harming its caster and being controllable. I am trying to make a version that doesn’t burn anything, and bounces-”
“Why make it bounce?” I asked.
“Because I had an interest in Illusion magic and some of the lightshows some witches do. But illusion magic of that level is a bit above my skill at the moment, so I wanted to just create real flames that didn’t hurt anything. And I wanted it to be able to bounce around hypnotically. Honestly the reason has kind of become moot, and now I just want to see if I can do it,” she said looking at me with a small smile.
I felt my own grin widen at her obvious happiness.
“Great, what about you Penelope?”
“Oh, at the moment I don’t have a project I want to do, but last year I was able to find a way to use the Levitation Charm on a pile of sand and alter its shape to my will then keep its form with a stasis Charm.”
Lily nodded happily.
“It was amazing! I’ve been using it since in my classes to help teach. Of course I give Miss Clearwater here credit every time.”
Penelope preened at the compliment.
