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Quinn sat behind his desk, his elbows resting on the table with a glowing red thread of Empyrean looping between his ten fingers as he played cats cradle with the magical material for practice. In the time Quinn had begun studying Empyrean, he had realized that the magic could really do some fascinating things — for example, the thread which Quinn playing with was a width of a thick woollen thread, but he could thin it down to the length of a hair yet at the same time give it the strength of an intertwined steel cable.
But while his hands and magic played with the Empyrean malleability and manipulation, Quinn's mind was thinking about the fifth vault (he was torn between the names: Architect's vault and Hogwarts vault).
The Architect's statute, which acted akin to a gatekeeper to the mysterious and hidden vault inside, refused to budge and give way for Quinn to proceed. He had tried channeling magic inside, looking for a key or switch, see if some type of puzzle, but nothing had popped out to him — he had essentially spent, night after night, just looking around, hoping to chance upon something that would allow him to make progress, but with no avail.
'I need to make some progress, or I'm just wasting my time,' the thoughts passed through his mind as the strings in hand made the shape of a lion, 'there must be something-anything on the statue that would help me — I would hate to destroy it, who knows how much would they task me I broke the gold statue.'
Quinn lifted his chin up a little to admire the raven reflected in the network of strings weaved and looped around his digits. As he did that, Quinn felt the detection ward ring in his ears — the Empyrean vanished from around his fingers, and Quinn lifted his eyes to look at the door just in time to hear the door chime ring and see a redhead and curly-haired brunette enter his sanctum sanctorum.
"Welcome, ladies," he smiled, "hope you're doing well; what can I do for you today?"
Ivy Potter gazed towards Quinn, and it was a bit strange for her to see him sitting idle in his office. "What're you doing?"
"I was contemplating the meaning of life and its existence."
".. . Really?" said Hermione, wondering if he actually meant it.
"Uh-huh, I had just reached the point of realizing that human life didn't even amount to a grain of dust when in comparison to the vast universe, the size of stars, and other stuff.. .. but then I got bored and realized that the stars didn't have to work and they just explode and die — but I do have to work and don't have the explosion option — well I have but, you know — so I started thinking about transfiguration and was about to descend into the rabbit hole just before you entered.. ."
"I see, that's nice," said Ivy as both girls took their seats.
"So, what brings you two here?"
"We came here to buy two sets of fifth-year OWL notes," said the top-of-her-year with a tinge of sparkle in her eyes.
Quinn quirked his brow up, "That's fast. We aren't even a month into the school year," but he did lean down to pull out two sets of fifth-year notes from the desk drawers, "may I ask the reason for this early purchase?"
"Umbridge," spat Ivy with an intense glare forming in her green eyes, "that pathetic pink imbecile of professor is going to make every one of us fail the OWLs. Her lessons are getting more and more moronic every time she enters the classroom," Quinn noticed that Hermione hadn't rebuked Ivy, "she only teaches theory, and even that theory is so inane and out-of-context that it makes me want to pull that eyesore of a cardigan off her and stuff it into her mouth, whole, just to shut her mouth from spouting things which makes anyone who hears them dumber (ugh!)."
"Oh my, that's some strong emotions," said Quinn as he received the joint payment from Hermione.
Ivy crossed her arms and silently fumed just thinking about the Ministry stooge ruining their school life.
"What about you? What do you think of her?" she said to Quinn, "don't tell me that she doesn't piss you off."
"Hmm, I would be lying if I said that I'm unflappable, but I don't feel any strong emotions toward her.. . at least not yet.. .. maybe she'll do something in the future which will make reach your level.. .. but for now, I'm just sitting in her class with my eyes closed."
"I wanted to ask about that," said Hermione, looking up from the notes, "how's she in the class with you? I mean, with you not studying in her class, I can imagine her taking in strides and being an angel about it."
Ivy scoffed at even the thought of comparing Umbridge with an angel.
Quinn glanced at Ivy, thinking if she would be the one to break before Harry did.
"She and I don't interact much in her classes," he told Hermione while giving her the bill, "even after a couple of classes, she tries to catch me off guard," Quinn chuckled, "but in our last class, she made me handwrite the chapter just to make me do something."
"Someone needs to do something, or this school is going to be in serious trouble," said Ivy, tapping her feet. It seemed that Umbridge had really affected her. "I just know worst has not passed yet, and it may seem not possible, but the pink toad is going to do something more abhorrent."
Quinn smiled sympathetically as he knew that Umbridge had the potential to be worse, much worse.
"The only thing that could be worse about her would be if she's a Death Eater," said Hermione, channeling the frustration of being refuted proper answers time after time.
"I doubt it," said Quinn, "I know her by reputation, and I'm sure she's no Death Eater —"
"She's foul enough to be one," said Ivy scathingly.
"Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters," said Quinn with a wry smile. "I know she's a nasty piece of work, though — two years ago, she almost succeeded in passing something that could only be seen as an anti-werewolf legislation which would have made nigh-impossible for werewolves such as everyone's beloved ex-Professor Lupin to get a job in the magical world," he gazed at Ivy, "the bill was vehemently opposed and thwarted in Wizengamot by your father and Sirius Black."
"What's she got against werewolves?" said Hermione angrily.
"Scared of them, I expect," said Quinn, smiling at her indignation. "Apparently, she loathes part-humans; she campaigned to have merpeople rounded up and tagged last year too.. .. and tried to have Fleur disqualified as a champion."
"You don't suppose she's being extra revolting because of that, is she?" asked Ivy.
"Who knows," said Quinn giving a shrug, "people are never rational and logical.. .. she might taking out her frustrations by trying to get a rise out of you to get you into detention."
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It seemed that the very next day, Umbridge had indeed made things worse by pulling the move Quinn was expecting her to make, and he got confirmation while serving of eggs. He stared at a large photograph of Dolores Umbridge, smiling widely and blinking slowly at them from beneath the headline:
>> MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED FIRST-EVER "HIGH INQUISITOR"
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Quinn sat behind his desk, his elbows resting on the table with a glowing red thread of Empyrean looping between his ten fingers as he played cats cradle with the magical material for practice. In the time Quinn had begun studying Empyrean, he had realized that the magic could really do some fascinating things — for example, the thread which Quinn playing with was a width of a thick woollen thread, but he could thin it down to the length of a hair yet at the same time give it the strength of an intertwined steel cable.
But while his hands and magic played with the Empyrean malleability and manipulation, Quinn's mind was thinking about the fifth vault (he was torn between the names: Architect's vault and Hogwarts vault).
The Architect's statute, which acted akin to a gatekeeper to the mysterious and hidden vault inside, refused to budge and give way for Quinn to proceed. He had tried channeling magic inside, looking for a key or switch, see if some type of puzzle, but nothing had popped out to him — he had essentially spent, night after night, just looking around, hoping to chance upon something that would allow him to make progress, but with no avail.
'I need to make some progress, or I'm just wasting my time,' the thoughts passed through his mind as the strings in hand made the shape of a lion, 'there must be something-anything on the statue that would help me — I would hate to destroy it, who knows how much would they task me I broke the gold statue.'
Quinn lifted his chin up a little to admire the raven reflected in the network of strings weaved and looped around his digits. As he did that, Quinn felt the detection ward ring in his ears — the Empyrean vanished from around his fingers, and Quinn lifted his eyes to look at the door just in time to hear the door chime ring and see a redhead and curly-haired brunette enter his sanctum sanctorum.
"Welcome, ladies," he smiled, "hope you're doing well; what can I do for you today?"
Ivy Potter gazed towards Quinn, and it was a bit strange for her to see him sitting idle in his office. "What're you doing?"
"I was contemplating the meaning of life and its existence."
".. . Really?" said Hermione, wondering if he actually meant it.
"Uh-huh, I had just reached the point of realizing that human life didn't even amount to a grain of dust when in comparison to the vast universe, the size of stars, and other stuff.. .. but then I got bored and realized that the stars didn't have to work and they just explode and die — but I do have to work and don't have the explosion option — well I have but, you know — so I started thinking about transfiguration and was about to descend into the rabbit hole just before you entered.. ."
"I see, that's nice," said Ivy as both girls took their seats.
"So, what brings you two here?"
"We came here to buy two sets of fifth-year OWL notes," said the top-of-her-year with a tinge of sparkle in her eyes.
Quinn quirked his brow up, "That's fast. We aren't even a month into the school year," but he did lean down to pull out two sets of fifth-year notes from the desk drawers, "may I ask the reason for this early purchase?"
"Umbridge," spat Ivy with an intense glare forming in her green eyes, "that pathetic pink imbecile of professor is going to make every one of us fail the OWLs. Her lessons are getting more and more moronic every time she enters the classroom," Quinn noticed that Hermione hadn't rebuked Ivy, "she only teaches theory, and even that theory is so inane and out-of-context that it makes me want to pull that eyesore of a cardigan off her and stuff it into her mouth, whole, just to shut her mouth from spouting things which makes anyone who hears them dumber (ugh!)."
"Oh my, that's some strong emotions," said Quinn as he received the joint payment from Hermione.
Ivy crossed her arms and silently fumed just thinking about the Ministry stooge ruining their school life.
"What about you? What do you think of her?" she said to Quinn, "don't tell me that she doesn't piss you off."
"Hmm, I would be lying if I said that I'm unflappable, but I don't feel any strong emotions toward her.. . at least not yet.. .. maybe she'll do something in the future which will make reach your level.. .. but for now, I'm just sitting in her class with my eyes closed."
"I wanted to ask about that," said Hermione, looking up from the notes, "how's she in the class with you? I mean, with you not studying in her class, I can imagine her taking in strides and being an angel about it."
Ivy scoffed at even the thought of comparing Umbridge with an angel.
Quinn glanced at Ivy, thinking if she would be the one to break before Harry did.
"She and I don't interact much in her classes," he told Hermione while giving her the bill, "even after a couple of classes, she tries to catch me off guard," Quinn chuckled, "but in our last class, she made me handwrite the chapter just to make me do something."
"Someone needs to do something, or this school is going to be in serious trouble," said Ivy, tapping her feet. It seemed that Umbridge had really affected her. "I just know worst has not passed yet, and it may seem not possible, but the pink toad is going to do something more abhorrent."
Quinn smiled sympathetically as he knew that Umbridge had the potential to be worse, much worse.
"The only thing that could be worse about her would be if she's a Death Eater," said Hermione, channeling the frustration of being refuted proper answers time after time.
"I doubt it," said Quinn, "I know her by reputation, and I'm sure she's no Death Eater —"
"She's foul enough to be one," said Ivy scathingly.
"Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters," said Quinn with a wry smile. "I know she's a nasty piece of work, though — two years ago, she almost succeeded in passing something that could only be seen as an anti-werewolf legislation which would have made nigh-impossible for werewolves such as everyone's beloved ex-Professor Lupin to get a job in the magical world," he gazed at Ivy, "the bill was vehemently opposed and thwarted in Wizengamot by your father and Sirius Black."
"What's she got against werewolves?" said Hermione angrily.
"Scared of them, I expect," said Quinn, smiling at her indignation. "Apparently, she loathes part-humans; she campaigned to have merpeople rounded up and tagged last year too.. .. and tried to have Fleur disqualified as a champion."
"You don't suppose she's being extra revolting because of that, is she?" asked Ivy.
"Who knows," said Quinn giving a shrug, "people are never rational and logical.. .. she might taking out her frustrations by trying to get a rise out of you to get you into detention."
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- (Scene Break) -
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It seemed that the very next day, Umbridge had indeed made things worse by pulling the move Quinn was expecting her to make, and he got confirmation while serving of eggs. He stared at a large photograph of Dolores Umbridge, smiling widely and blinking slowly at them from beneath the headline:
>> MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED FIRST-EVER "HIGH INQUISITOR"
If you want to read ahead, you can check out my Patren @ https://www.patren.com/fictiononlyreader The link is also in the synopsis..-*-*-*-*-*-.Quinn sat behind his desk, his elbows resting on the table with a glowing red thread of Empyrean looping between his ten fingers as he played cats cradle with the magical material for practice. In the time Quinn had begun studying Empyrean, he had realized that the magic could really do some fascinating things for example, the thread which Quinn playing with was a width of a thick woollen thread, but he could thin it down to the length of a hair yet at the same time give it the strength of an intertwined steel cable.But while his hands and magic played with the Empyrean malleability and manipulation, Quinn's mind was thinking about the fifth vault he was torn between the names: Architect's vault and Hogwarts vault.The Architect's statute, which acted akin to a gatekeeper to the mysterious and hidden vault inside, refused to budge and give way for Quinn to proceed. He had tried channeling magic inside, looking for a key or switch, see if some type of puzzle, but nothing had popped out to him he had essentially spent, night after night, just looking around, hoping to chance upon something that would allow him to make progress, but with no avail.'I need to make some progress, or I'm just wasting my time,' the thoughts passed through his mind as the strings in hand made the shape of a lion, 'there must be something-anything on the statue that would help me I would hate to destroy it, who knows how much would they task me I broke the gold statue.'Quinn lifted his chin up a little to admire the raven reflected in the network of strings weaved and looped around his digits. As he did that, Quinn felt the detection ward ring in his ears the Empyrean vanished from around his fingers, and Quinn lifted his eyes to look at the door just in time to hear the door chime ring and see a redhead and curly-haired brunette enter his sanctum sanctorum."Welcome, ladies," he smiled, "hope you're doing well; what can I do for you today?"Ivy Potter gazed towards Quinn, and it was a bit strange for her to see him sitting idle in his office. "What're you doing?""I was contemplating the meaning of life and its existence."".. . Really?" said Hermione, wondering if he actually meant it."Uh-huh, I had just reached the point of realizing that human life didn't even amount to a grain of dust when in comparison to the vast universe, the size of stars, and other stuff.. .. but then I got bored and realized that the stars didn't have to work and they just explode and die but I do have to work and don't have the explosion option well I have but, you know so I started thinking about transfiguration and was about to descend into the rabbit hole just before you entered.. .""I see, that's nice," said Ivy as both girls took their seats."So, what brings you two here?""We came here to buy two sets of fifth-year OWL notes," said the top-of-her-year with a tinge of sparkle in her eyes.Quinn quirked his brow up, "That's fast. We aren't even a month into the school year," but he did lean down to pull out two sets of fifth-year notes from the desk drawers, "may I ask the reason for this early purchase?""Umbridge," spat Ivy with an intense glare forming in her green eyes, "that pathetic pink imbecile of professor is going to make every one of us fail the OWLs. Her lessons are getting more and more moronic every time she enters the classroom," Quinn noticed that Hermione hadn't rebuked Ivy, "she only teaches theory, and even that theory is so inane and out-of-context that it makes me want to pull that eyesore of a cardigan off her and stuff it into her mouth, whole, just to shut her mouth from spouting things which makes anyone who hears them dumber ugh!.""Oh my, that's some strong emotions," said Quinn as he received the joint payment from Hermione.Ivy crossed her arms and silently fumed just thinking about the Ministry stooge ruining their school life."What about you? What do you think of her?" she said to Quinn, "don't tell me that she doesn't piss you off.""Hmm, I would be lying if I said that I'm unflappable, but I don't feel any strong emotions toward her.. . at least not yet.. .. maybe she'll do something in the future which will make reach your level.. .. but for now, I'm just sitting in her class with my eyes closed.""I wanted to ask about that," said Hermione, looking up from the notes, "how's she in the class with you? I mean, with you not studying in her class, I can imagine her taking in strides and being an angel about it."Ivy scoffed at even the thought of comparing Umbridge with an angel.Quinn glanced at Ivy, thinking if she would be the one to break before Harry did."She and I don't interact much in her classes," he told Hermione while giving her the bill, "even after a couple of classes, she tries to catch me off guard," Quinn chuckled, "but in our last class, she made me handwrite the chapter just to make me do something.""Someone needs to do something, or this school is going to be in serious trouble," said Ivy, tapping her feet. It seemed that Umbridge had really affected her. "I just know worst has not passed yet, and it may seem not possible, but the pink toad is going to do something more abhorrent."Quinn smiled sympathetically as he knew that Umbridge had the potential to be worse, much worse."The only thing that could be worse about her would be if she's a Death Eater," said Hermione, channeling the frustration of being refuted proper answers time after time."I doubt it," said Quinn, "I know her by reputation, and I'm sure she's no Death Eater ""She's foul enough to be one," said Ivy scathingly."Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters," said Quinn with a wry smile. "I know she's a nasty piece of work, though two years ago, she almost succeeded in passing something that could only be seen as an anti-werewolf legislation which would have made nigh-impossible for werewolves such as everyone's beloved ex-Professor Lupin to get a job in the magical world," he gazed at Ivy, "the bill was vehemently opposed and thwarted in Wizengamot by your father and Sirius Black.""What's she got against werewolves?" said Hermione angrily."Scared of them, I expect," said Quinn, smiling at her indignation. "Apparently, she loathes part-humans; she campaigned to have merpeople rounded up and tagged last year too.. .. and tried to have Fleur disqualified as a champion.""You don't suppose she's being extra revolting because of that, is she?" asked Ivy."Who knows," said Quinn giving a shrug, "people are never rational and logical.. .. she might taking out her frustrations by trying to get a rise out of you to get you into detention.".- Scene Break -.It seemed that the very next day, Umbridge had indeed made things worse by pulling the move Quinn was expecting her to make, and he got confirmation while serving of eggs. He stared at a large photograph of Dolores Umbridge, smiling widely and blinking slowly at them from beneath the headline: MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED FIRST-EVER "HIGH INQUISITOR"
