 That's Rough Buddy | Be the Flower | Moon & Stars
Cornelius confidently made his way to the Ever Changing Practice Room. His hair was a curly, handsome mess; his shirt a little ruffled and tie a bit loose. He was digging this bad boy look he had picked up from his housemates. It was also very comfortable so he didn't understand why his mum was keen on him being all tidy and proper.
He heard the screams before he noticed the directions on the door, and it was as if a switch had been turned on inside his head. Suddenly he was aware and wide awake. His sense spiked up and his wand was in his hand faster than you could say Quaffle. It was a miracle he did not drop it.
Heart pounding hard in his chest, the start of adrenaline rushing through him, Cornelius' green eyes finally settled on the instructions on the door.
IT WASN'T REAL????
THANKS FOR THAT ALMOST PREMATURE HEART ATTACK. JEEZ MARIE.
Blood still pumping, Cornelius read the directions carefully. And again. It didn't change anything that this wasn't real. It was for a score which meant more for the boy. HE was being scored. That mattered lots.
Brows creasing in concentration as he pointed his wand at the door knob, Cornelius cast while tracing a backwards S at the door with his wand, "Alohomora!" There was a CLICK. The boy then kicked the door open. If this had been a real fire situation then it would have been stupid of him to touch the doorknob.
Flames danced on one side of the room. Okay. He needed to check if it was safe. "Aparencium!" he cast, tracing the intricate wand movement he ALMOST forgot. Almost. But his mumma told him he needed to check his surroundings first during training this past summer. Being Cornelius he would never forget anything his mother ever told him.
First thing first after that: put the fire out. The Slytherin boy smoothly tucked and rolled into the room, his years of Quidditch paying off. He landed crouched, ready to spring if he had to, while facing the flames. Kicking quick into gear, Cornelius pointed his wand at the flames. "Aqua Eructo!"
He directed his jet of water from one end of the room, inching it bit by bit to the other side as it extinguished the fire. This is why he didn't cast Aguamenti. Aqua Eructo was stronger and granted him better to control.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he pushed the jet of water to the other end of the room, his curls sticking to his skin. Well. This was uncomfortable. Maybe he would take up his dad's offer and cut his hair.
.............
NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Stick it to the man and let it GROW.
Right. Back to saving doll's lives. Which was stupid and if his cousins were here they'd be making fun of him. His cousins were also stupid so it didn't matter. The one cousin he was channeling was Kennedy, though. And his mumma. Both Aurors, they must have done this at some point in their career. Now here HE was. Cornelius. Orion. Baltazar. Fulfilling his duty as HERO.
Fire completely out, Cornelius wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. "Woah," he mumbled as the shrieks coming from the dolls finally settled in his ears. "You two are worse than Peyton, and that's saying something. She's worse than banshees," he said as he turned towards them and picked them up and cradled them in his arm. That's what fire fighters did, no? They took care of their charges? Well, that's what Cornelius was doing.
Eyeing the room carefully, he took cautious steps towards the brooms and set each doll on their own broom. Cornelius couldn't wait to tell Kennedy that he rescued Ken with a fancy zebra-patterned shirt. LOL. Kenn...Ken. HAHAHA.
Standing once more, keeping his senses peeled, he exited the room and shut the door. He let out a breath. "Colloportus." He traced the wand movement which almost resembled a captain's hook. Another CLICK.
He smiled to himself, feeling ease wash through him. Okay. He was never going to be an Auror. That was too much responsibility and anyone who knew him would know he preferred taking his sister's baby pig a bath rather than dedicate himself to responsibility.
His work was done here. He was out, yo.
STATUS: HERO.
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