 Slytherin by heart
"Take notes if you wish."
"A long time ago," he started, "there was a small land which was ruled by a group of rebel wizards and witches. A group which was against the empire that had decided it would govern them, and harshly. While others complied, this group decided that though they were few, they would go against these massive forces. And like many places, their headquarters had a few ghosts.
"Of course, you know that ghosts have names, and pasts, and can remember much of what their lives had been like. Even their deaths. But one young ghost had no memory of her death, and no memory of her life. There had been no ghost like her that they had seen before. In fact, she even had wings like a fairy, that shimmered in such a way that is looked as though they were always melting..."
He waved his wand and the classroom began to darken. Little by little the seedlings appeared. First the outline in a soft glow, even though the shape was no where near solid. And then in near-perfect darkness, the plants took shape. There was a stem with two leaves, and at the top was a leaf bud. It rather looked like a softly shimmering fairy out of fantasy stories. It even had the appearance that it was melting, even in that solid form.
"Actually, even the other ghosts speculated, that perhaps..." he ran his hand over the top of the seed tray, his hand passing through the plants as though they weren't even there, "she had been born a ghost."
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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