For the record, I dislike Gilderoy Lockhart. However, the man must be doing SOMETHING right. His books, no matter the content, are beloved children's stories. Either he has a ghost writer (which'd open a HUGE hole in his conspiracy, and that'd be a leak he'd be unwilling to deal with), or he is a masterful writer.
Aurelia has no prior knowledge of his books, and assumes that he is wandering around the country gathering stories to adapt into his book. Which, in a roundabout way, is indeed true.
Through a Half-Breed's Eyes
Finally, things are starting to pick up.
Just today, some joker decided to petrify a cat, and scrawl magical graffiti on a wall.
Something about a 'Chamber Of Secrets'.
Of course, everyone is now panicking, in fear that they'll be next.
Seriously, who cares? It's just a cat. Someone obviously was just testing a new spell, and wanted to try it on a living target. After all, it's not like a cat is worth anything: it's not like there's a ready supply of monsters around to test harmful spells on.
Anyway, the nurse said that the cat was entirely fine, but was in complete stasis.
As in, stone-solid stasis.
I need to learn that spell.
Anyway, there's been some talk about an 'Heir of Slytherin', which apparently is Wizard-Speak for 'Antichrist'. Considering how old the school is, and how long ago the title could have been assigned, that title could have fallen to absolutely anyone.
Ginny didn't seem too surprised by the whole chamber prank, but after dealing with her brothers for a half-hour, I wouldn't put it past them to do something similar.
On an unrelated note, Lockhart has just put up an invitation for a duelling club. I'll probably show up, although it'll be pretty hard to not to default to my usual, lethal spells.
If anything, it'll be a good exercise in control.
It's Thursday now, and the club's on Sunday. I'm looking forward to it.
Today's dinner was delicious. One of the chefs accidentally under cooked some of the meat, quite severely. I've always been partial to bloody, rare meat.
I don't actually have anything better to write. It seems the whole chamber thing was a one-off prank.
Street-kid is the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry, the kid who REEKS of blood magic, acts like he's barely above feral, is the Boy-Who-Lived, predestined savior of the Wizard World.
I'm unsure whether to laugh, or to cry.
Duelling club was amazing.
It opened up with a small speech by Lockhart, followed quickly by a small demonstration by Lockhart and Snape.
Snape's spell (which supposedly was supposed to only DISARM a target) managed to ragdoll Lockhart backwards.
I mean, it definitely disarmed him, but I was busy watching Lockhart do an impromptu backflip, land hard, before climbing back to his feet, and cracking a joke.
Man would be a brilliant actor.
I think I was the only non-Slytherin clapping in the room at the end of it.
Snape shot me a look halfway between confusion and disdain.
It's not like I was clapping for him.
After that, we were paired up. I got paired up with another girl about a year older than me, whom had sparkles (sparkles, why?) in her hair. It couldn't help but give me ideas. Horrible, terrible ideas.
As for the practice itself, we were to throw disarming spells at each other until we got tired.
I can say with absolute certainty my partner tired first.
But it wasn't exactly smooth: Once or twice I inadvertently dropped into my old casting stance, and blocked a spell or two with a wandless shield. My partner was luckily the only one who noticed, and I was able to explain it away as old family magic.
Still, I'm glad that I only slipped up on defense. I didn't kill anyone, at least.
About ten rounds in, Snape calls up Douchebag (Now identified as Malfoy), and Potter (allowing me to learn his whole name) to the front stage.
The two square off on the stage, throwing rays of multi-colored magic at each other. Potter's magic more or less remained the same color, whereas Malfoy's colors continued to change, not to mention slowly build up in power.
Eventually, Malfoy cast a conjuration rather than a directed spell, and flung a snake at Potter. Probably as either a distraction, or to bite him.
The snake slowly moved towards Potter, before abruptly turning towards another nearby boy and lunging towards him. The rushing snake approached its new victim with menace unknown to creatures over six inches in height, before it was halted by hissing noises emanating from Potter.
In retrospect, it was pretty similar to the noises Ginny was making with her diary. Huh.
Anyway, the snake stops, stares at Potter, and then just wanders off, probably to eat rats or something until it unsummons itself.
Meanwhile, the room explodes into murmurs, panicked screams, and utter confusion.
Shrugging my shoulders, I turn to my partner and ask for another round.
I get a stare back in return.
Sick and tired of not knowing things, I interrogate my partner for information.
So, it turns out snake-speak is another one of those 'Solid Evil'(tm) things. And is associated with the 'Heir of Slytherin' (Read, Antichrist).
My counter-argument is why he stuck to only disarming Malfoy, when he could have hit him with that awesome petrification spell that he used on the cat.
Receiving no response, I turned to the crowd.
Approximately three-quarters of the students were screaming about how Potter was a Dark Wizard, the Heir, or going to kill everyone.
NEVER accuse someone of being a dark wizard without proof.
At best you offend them.
At worst, you're correct, and they prove it by killing you. ONLY accuse someone of being a dark wizard when you're both absolutely sure, AND have enough firepower behind you to reduce them to ashes. And their ashes to finer, slightly-smaller ashes.
Through it all, Lockhart's taking in the scene, likely to adapt into some sort of comedy novel, and Potter's looking around, with a face as if the world was crumbling around him.
Wait. Potter is the Boy-Who-Lived...
Well, if he's a dark wizard, then Ginny definitely has a type.
A serial killer and a Dark Wizard.
Actually, that reminds me of my parents. I mean, Mothers aren't serial killers any more, and Dad is only a Dark Wizard due to what he knows, rather than what he does...
The club sorta dissolved, although it took a while, because a few of the students had to be physically removed.
Are weak hearts a regular thing for wizards? Because this is the fourth or fifth time I've seen them faint.
Either Potter's a Dark Wizard, and I should decide between supporting him, opposing him, or running for the hills,
or Potter's the center of a whirling maelstrom of stupid gossip, and someone's trying to frame him.
Actually, I'll go ask Ginny.
Okay, apparently Ginny doesn't believe that Potter is a Dark Wizard. She also is unwilling to refer to him as either Harry, Potter, or even Street-Kid.
She even got slightly offended by my accusation. And by slightly, I mean she threw a book at me. Remember how I said earlier that she had an arm that'd be good for sports? The book flew across the entire room, before striking me in the forehead. If I hadn't seen it coming, I wouldn't have been able to fall down in a convincing way.
By the way, it was a textbook. Not the evil diary. I would have dodged, if that were the case.
Still, she eventually calmed down, asked if I needed help, and agreed that the gossip needed to stop before something bad could happen. She probably thinks that the gossip could drive her beloved away.
I honestly believe that if it goes on long enough, Potter might eventually just lose it, and follow everyone's expectations.
Sometimes, I'm glad no one knows I am a half-demon.
The rumor's in full swing now, and whoever petrified the cat has decided to begun hitting students.
Apparently the story of the Heir involved quite a bit of racism, because the victims are all from non-magical families.
Which is goddamn weird, because the research I've done on Harry (I had to be sure) revealed his mother was, in fact, part of the same group of people the victims are.
So unless he really, really hated his dead mother, I have no reason to believe Potter is responsible.
Too bad no one else is able to follow my logic.
Ginny snapped my proof up like a particularly delicious morsel, as anything that proved that her object of affection was perfect shines brighter than any gem.
I'm actually afraid for Potter's well-being. Ginny honestly acts like she wants to rip his clothing off.
As well as the face off of any other girl who looks at him.
Yet another reason to avoid Potter.
At least, that's the case when she's not in her manic-depressive moods. Did I mention that? She's been getting more and more mopey lately.
As for the petrified victims, they're sitting in the hospital wing, each occupying a bed.
I have no idea why: if they don't eat, sleep, or require food, why not just stand them up in a classroom somewhere? It's not like they're aware of their surroundings, so it'd be better to put them somewhere else, and save the hospital wing for those whom are actually injured.
I'm done the steam charm. It took me a week-and-a-half, but I've finally got a spell resembling a water spell.
It sprays a small cloud of mostly-dry steam. The steam's pretty warm, but barely enough to redden skin.
It's pretty rubbish for combat right now, but I'm pretty sure I can find a way to improve it.
It's pretty handy for cleaning clothing, though.
I'll hand it in for Charms at some point, probably when we are doing the water-based charm.
Next on the list is something based on that glitter the girl from Duelling was wearing.
I know it's petty, stupid, and all-around pointless, but I have an idea of what to do, and if it works
It'll be hilarious.