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Jessiqua's 100 flavoured Bertie Bott's Beans for Beatrice York - Sa 13+ Credit to The Fire Ferrets/DinosaursOnASpaceship Hi all, I'm Jess and this is my SS100 about my Hogwarts RP Character Beatrice York :D Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter including ALL canon characters, subjects, spells etc. belong to the incredible J.K. Rowling :loved: Except for... Benny Atreyu (Holmesian Feline), Paulina Holiday (Squishy), Hady Lynch (SpiritWolfe Malfoy), Frankie Paton (Zoe), Dante Barrington (Meizzner), Cutty Mordaunt (SlytherinSistah) SPOILER!!: 100 Flavoured Bean Prompts! And finally, after all of the waiting through the sortings, "York, Beatrice!" The first year excitedly made her way to the stall, sat down, and placed the hat on her head. "Hmm, interesting. yes, yes, very interesting. There's individuality here, yes, and creativity. But I see more, yes. You would do well in Ravenclaw, but hmm... I know just the place for you... HUFFLEPUFF!" Beatrice found her face taken up by a large smile as she hopped off the stall and walked towards the Hufflepuff table. She watched as "York, Nina," was called, and her sister was sorted into Hufflepuff. |
Beatrice watched intently as their prefects tapped on the barrels outside their common room. One of the lids lifted and they clambered through. “Wow,” Beatrice exhaled, turning around to take it all in. “It’s magNIFicent,” she said to Nina. It was night, and she felt the warmth of sunlight coming through the windows! Everything seemed to be circular and yellow, characteristics Beatrice just loved. Up in the dorms, Beatrice couldn’t help but let out an incoherent sound of awe as she lay down on her four-poster bed, stroking the patchwork quilt underneath her. “It feels as though we’re sleeping outside.” |
“I don’t… I don’t know where the other one IS,” Nina said in frustration, throwing the single sock from her FAVOURITE pair across the dorm room. Beatrice went to gather it up, knowing how much it meant to her sister. To Beatrice it was JUST a pair of socks, and surely their parents would buy another pair for her, but she did know that Nina thought of them as her lucky socks. Pulling out her wand, Beatrice said “Geminio,” and flicked her wand at the other sock. In a few moments, she held a PAIR of socks in her hands. |
“OH MERLIN WHAT ARE THOSE?” Beatrice yelped, flinching backwards and dropping her open packet of Bertie Bott’s. “BLOODY BOOGER!” she growled, bending over to put them back in the packet. She’d wash them later. “Chill Tris, they’re Thestrals. Don’t you remember learning about them last year?” Nina said, unable to comprehend her sister’s revulsion. “No, yes… but why are they here?” Nina knew. “Well… you only see them if you’ve witnessed death,” she said. Beatrice blinked a few times, trying not to remember. “Oh,” she said in a small voice. So that had been why she hadn’t noticed them before. |
The class just looked at her. “What?” she said, frowning, turning around to look at them. Hadn’t they done it too? Beatrice noticed the Professor wave her want and suddenly she felt herself grow. “Beatrice you just transformed yourself into a phoenix. First go. That’s… that’s almost unheard of,” she said in amazement. Beatrice gulped. Really? A phoenix? She hadn’t even noticed. “Oh,” was all she could say. Why wouldn’t the Professor stop staring at her? “You hold a talent there, Miss York, mark my word. You will go far in the practice of Transfiguration.” Beatrice couldn’t help but smile. |
“I don’t want an owl though, mother,” Beatrice said to her mother whilst they were at Eeylop’s. “Well what animal are you going to get then? An owl is useful, the others are about as useful as a sausage,” she snapped in Gaelic. Beatrice frowned. “Why do I want a silly owl? I can use the school owls.” “Or mine, I want an owl” Nina said. “Yes. We can use Nina’s owl. I want a cat ma, please can I get a cat?” Beatrice had LONGED for a cat for so long, and now there was reason to get one. |
“Hello Melissa, come into my classroom, please,” Beatrice said, opening the door to her unit for Melissa and her mother to come in. “This is a classroom?” Melissa asked with a frown, clearly not impressed with the setup. Beatrice let out a soft laugh, glancing at Melissa’s mother. “Well I’m only a one student kind of teacher at the moment so… yes, it’s my classroom. Come on in." Melissa and Beatrice sat down in the makeshift classroom; two desks, two chairs, parchment, quill and ink at the ready, to start with the one on one pre-Hogwarts tutoring. Today’s lesson; Transfiguration. |
“Nina, come on, you have to get up. Look at the autumn leaves. You LOVE Autumn!” Beatrice begged her sister. “Bea I can’t,” was all she could say, not even trying to fight her off, but not giving in either. Beatrice stopped and sat on the ground in front of the lounge. “Talk to me.” Nina sighed. “I can’t bring myself to do anything. I don’t want to get up, eat, go outside… I don’t want to do anything. I just can’t bring myself to do it,” she said in a monotone, worrying Beatrice more than what she was saying. |
The tree was decorated, the fire was crackling, the Christmas shortbread were in the oven, and Nina and Beatrice were dressed in their identical Santa’s Elf pyjamas, giggling on the couch as the York family sat around with their musical instruments, singing carols together. Beatrice delicately ran her bow to and fro along the strings of the Cello, playing the tune to O’ Christmas Tree, as Nina sang, their father strummed on his guitar, and their mother huffed along with her flute. Every year they played carols, the York family tradition. Beatrice and her father started singing along with Nina. |
“This will be you one day Bea,” Nina said, ring on finger, passing the baby to Auntie Beatrice. Beatrice laughed it off, “No thanks, you know I don’t want kids, that’s not changing,” she said, pulling funny faces to her niece. “Nah, I’m tellin’ ya. I see it happening Bea, you and some mystery person getting married, having babies…” she shook her head, “Don’t fight off the inevitable.” “What are you, a Seer? Nina, I’m NOT interested in having children. Ever. You’ve known this since we were kids. I’ll settle for being awesome Auntie Bea, and I’ll ROCK at it.” |
“You’re a real bore, you know that?” Hank said to Beatrice, standing up from the piano chair to storm around the room in a huff. Beatrice sighed, obviously annoyed. “Then bugger off.” “No, I came over so that we could hang out, and all you’ve been doing since coming here is playing on that stupid piano.” “The piano is not stupid, Hank. And I didn’t invite you over. You came over from your own accord. How about next time you ask before you come over. Don’t just force your presence onto me.” Hank rolled his eyes and sat back down. |
“I’m sorry, I just… I just wanted to see you and hang out,” Hank said, sounding defeated. Beatrice stopped playing the piano and looked to Hank. He was sitting a bit too close for Beatrice’s comfort, but by the time the thought had crossed her mind, he gently cupped her face in his hands, leant forwards, and planted a kiss on her lips. And he lingered there, their lips touching. Beatrice gently pulled back from the embrace, lowering his hands from her face with her own hands. This was not what she had in mind when he unexpectedly popped over. |
“Um… I… Hank…” “No,” He cut her off. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have… look, I just…” deep breath. “I really like you Bea.” What could she say to that? “Um… well, I like you too, Hank, you know, as… as a friend. We’re friends. I… yeah, I totally kiss my friends, all the time,” she tried joking, making light of the situation. Hank frowned. “You think this is a joke? Nice Beatrice. Real nice.” Beatrice frowned, “Hey, don’t go getting all huffy at ME. You’re the one that came here all smoochy without ANY inkling I felt the same as you.” |
“Is that right? I can’t believe you Bea. I’ve hinted my feelings for you whenever I can. How did you not know that? You keep wanting to hang out together, how did you not know?” She just couldn’t wrap her head around it. Why was she being yelled at? What did she do? “HANK! I’m not the one that made the dodgy move.” “Well why have you been flirting with ME if you never meant to reciprocate?” Beatrice’s hand shot up and slapped Hank’s cheek before she knew what she was doing. The shock was immediate for both of them. |
“Just get OUT! Leave!” Beatrice shouted at Hank. A look of hurt passed over his face briefly, before being replaced with anger. “FINE! Just don’t come knocking at my door when you feel lonely and want to hang out,” he sneered at her, spinning on his heel and walking towards the front door. Hearing a slam, she knew he had left. “What was that all about? Are you and Hank fighting?” Nina asked, walking into the room. Beatrice sighed, sitting back down at the piano. “Ohhhhh I don’t know what his problem is.” Nina smirked. “Really? Bea? Not at all?” |
“It’s all in the wand,” Beatrice was telling Nina, flipping though a wand magazine. “See, all the different woods and cores have special qualities. Nina, look.” “OH just shut up Beatrice,” the eleven year old snapped. “I’m bored of wand talk. I already HAVE my wand. It’s just you that doesn’t.” “Well I know,” Beatrice said, closing the magazine. “I just really can’t wait to get mine.” “But you’ll get it next week, remember. Mum’s taking us into Diagon Alley; you’ll get it then. No amount of KNOWING about the woods and cores will change your wand. It chooses YOU!” |
“No way, never, I’m not taking part in that stupid holiday,” Beatrice said, confidently. Nina rolled her eyes and put another layer of red lipstick on. “Fine, suit yourself. Art and I are going to sneak into Hogsmeade.” “Sneaking out, you little devil,” Beatrice teased her sister, as she turned the page of her book. “Bea, wake up,” Nina hissed in her ear, waking her from her dreams. “Ugh what?” she groaned. “I’m in looooooooove,” she said dreamily. “With Art? You’ve been on one date!” “I know, but… I think he’s the one.” Beatrice rolled her eyes, “You’re only 16!” |
Christmas was finally here. After weeks of her office being overly decorated with a small tree, tinsel, fake snow on the windows, and ornaments, she was finally seeing the castle match up. Decorating the Christmas trees in the Great hall had been magnificent, both in decorating it and watching others decorate the trees. They all appeared to have had such a creative and festive time. The owls hadn’t been such a fun addition to the Christmas baking activity, being that they were delivering letters in the KITHCEN. But thankfully her Christmas shortbread wasn’t tainted by falling feathers or owl droppings. |
“I CAN’T FIND ANYTHING TO WEAR!” Nina yelled, throwing things everywhere. “Well you’ve thrown everything on the floor.” How could anyone find what they needed on the floor? “Well that’s because I don’t want to wear THOSE dress robes. They’re all so ugly. They won’t work!” Beatrice rolled her eyes. Every now and then Nina got slightly too hysterical to make decisions, such as what to wear. She went through her side of the wardrobe and pulled out a set of charcoal dress robes that she hadn’t worn for a while. “Try these ones,” she said, handing them to Nina. |
Christmas Eve feast! Beatrice and Nina’s FIRST Christmas Eve feast at Hogwarts. The two Hufflepuffs put on their matching Christmas jumpers and hats and made their way to the Great Hall. It was festively decked out, huge decorated trees and wreaths, the four houses and school staff were mixing and mingling together on the one table in the middle. It was nice, and Beatrice sat next to one of her friends from Gryffindor whom she rarely saw outside of classes. That was too bad. Not for the first time, Beatrice wished it was okay to visit people in their houses. |
“Bea why do we have a jar of Ashwinder eggs?” Nina asked, holding up said jar. Beatrice stopped. “Uh… were you snooping under my bed?” she asked, annoyed at her sister. Nina shook her head, “No way. I was just looking for a chocolate frog.” Beatrice raised an eyebrow, then sighed. “I’m… I’m gathering the ingredients to make some Amortentia.” Nina couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you want someone to loooooove you?” she teased. “NO!” Beatrice said, snatching the jar off Nina. “It’s a difficult potion. It would be good practice and… I’m curious to see what it smells like.” |
“Expecto Patronum!” Beatrice said, circling her wand in the air. The memory was fresh in her mind, and of course it was happy. Although she was putting all of her focus into the spell, she was smiling. A happy smile. From the top of her wand, there appeared a silver wisp, forming a tail. Beatrice knew what was coming next, having seen the form of her patronus before. It matched her, of course; patient, independent and curious. The tail formed into a slender body with four legs, and then a head. Beatrice’s silvery cat patronus walked a circle around her. |
“Come ONNNN Beatrice,” Nina was nagging from the bedroom doorway, dressed as a butterfly. The white blonde six year old bound through the bedroom door, down the stairs, and spun around on her tip-toes. She was a pink ballerina! Their mother laughed, happily, watching her daughters fly and prance around the living room, before they headed out for trick or treat. “Come on girls, get your pumpkin bags. Do you want to come trick-or-treating or am I going to go by myself?” she asked in her sharp Scottish accent. The girls giggled and ran after their mother, ready to trick-or-treat. |
“Where is it?” Beatrice asked, looking around the field whilst keeping an eye on the time. “Five minutes, dad!” “Don’t worry dear, we shall find it,” her father replied. “HERE IT IS!” Nina announced, pulling out a pointed witches hat. “Kohhhhh, could they have made it any more obvious?” their father asked, taking the hat and holding it out for them all to take. “Daddy, of course it had to be obvious to us otherwise we wouldn’t know what it- ARGH!” Nina yelled, not expecting the sudden pull from behind her navel that indicated it was, in fact, a portkey. |
"DRAGONS! Well, mini dragons, that is. Everybody come and collect one, and you can uh... teach it to fly!" "Come on Bea, do you want to pair up with me?" Beatrice looked to the front of the class with a worried face. "Oh, come on, they wouldn't expect us to handle creatures if they were dangerous." Beatrice shot her sister a look. "Well... not... not... right. Well, they're only small. I'm sure it won't hurt you." "I don't want to go near that thing Nina." "Well it's part of the lesson. If you want to fail, stay where you are." |
Beatrice didn't want to say goodbye to her special students. They had interest in the field, and they were dedicated. Her Animagi club. She had a special little goodbye for all of them. Benny, Paulina, Hady, Frankie, Dante. And even Cutty, really. She didn't want to leave, because of those students. She had wanted to see them progress through their training, and see them transform into their animal form. It was always an amazing thing to watch, and she felt as if she were letting them down. She passed on details of where to reach her, and, of course, lollies. |
"I don't want you to chase after me, Hank. I need you to lay off. Go away. Leave me alone! Please!" "I don't want to leave you alone Beatrice, I want to take you out! I want to kiss you, I want to.." he rubbed his tembles. "I want to be with you. I want you to be my girlfriend." She was stunned. Girlfriend? Beatrice date... Hank? "Why do you look so shocked?" Hank was starting to sound glum. As if he knew what her answer was. "Hank I don't... I don't like boys. At least... I don't think so." |
"It's not that he's a muggle, is it?" "Nina it has nothing to do with that. I wouldn't care if he was a muggle or a dark wizard. I'm not interested in him." "Suit yourself." Beatrice started crying. She'd never said those words out loud before. She didn't feel as if she could say them again. Especially to her family. But Nina was her best friend. "I.." "Oh Bea don't worry. I'm sorry," Nina said, pulling her in for a hug. "Just ignore me! The perfect guy is out there somewhere. The man who wants no children, just like you." |
"Mama's going to let me help plant the herbs." "I'm not interested, Bea. I just want to colour in. See? It's you, me, mama, and daddy." "It's nice but I'm going out now. Tell me more later." "Fine..." "No Nina?" her mother asked. "Nup, she doesn't want to come out and help. What are we planting?" "Mint and Rosemary. I'll sell them at the market when they're fully grown." "Well.. why do you want to sell them? Can't people just plant them?" She laughed, "Not everyone likes gardening, like you do. Here, put this one in the little hole there." |
"Oh no, no, no, no! NOOOO!" Beatrice woke up suddenly with a snort, along with the other girls. "What? Nina shut up! We're trying to sleep." "I got caught, I don't know what we did..." Nina mumbled to herself, pacing around the dorm. "What are you on about?" Sally asked, rubbing her eyes. "Blimey it's three in the morning." "We snuck out and got caught, no, what's mother and father going to say? I'll get a howler for sure..." Beatrice tried not to laugh. She told Nina not to sneak out. "Detention. In the dungeon. But I hate the dungeon." |
"Ahh so you have a sweet tooth too, dear?" she asked. Teddy nodded. "Chocolate frogs are my favourite." "Mmmm yes, I do enjoy those. Bertie Bott's are my favourite. Do you like those ones?" "Umm... I don't mind the nice ones but they're just a bit too unvertain for me. I don't like taking a chance on my food." Beatrice laughed. "That's just part of the fun though. You never do know what you will get." Teddy scrunched his face up. "That's why I don't like tham. I prefer the guarantee of always getting a chocolate frog, and a card." |
"MOTHER! I have something to tell you." Oh no. Beatrice's heart skipped a beat. Her mouth went dry. Could she risk expulsion for silencing her sister? No, that wouldn't work... Why was Nina being so petty? Did she not realise it was Beatrice's secret to tell, and not Nina's? Panicing, she grabbed the matches and lit the curtain in the kitchen. "Beatrice has told me something and as her mother I think you need to know." The little prat... Beatrice would get to her later... but for now... "AHH FIRE! WHERE'S THE EXTINGUISHER? QUICK!" The desired effect was achieved. |
"I can't even focus on these stupid constellations," Beatrice said. There was a ping and a crash. Beatrice had thrown her telescope across the room, it hit the mirror and broke the telescope. "GOOD! I didn't want to use it anyway." UGH. It was infuriating. Stars were pretty, but she only wanted to look at them. "BEATRICE!" Nina yelled, her voice so shrill Beatrice's ears started to ring. "What?" She crossed her arms. "Mother payed for that! And... and you just broke it! You broke the telescope! Why would you do that?" "I really hate Astronomy! It's stupid and pointless." |
Dear Mother, How are you and daddy? I hope you're okay. Um... look, a few days ago I had an accident with my telescope. It broke, and although I can borrow replacement telescopes from our Astronomy Professor, they said I have to buy a new one. So... I was hoping you could send me some money so I can send an order off for one, or if you could buy me one and send it to me. I'm sorry. I don't even know what happened. I just dropped it accidentally. It just flew out of my mind! Love from Beatrice. |
*Knock knock* "Come in," Beatrice called. "Er... hello Professor B. I just wanted to come by and say a final goodbye. Well, Ava and I did." The Burton twins walked in. She supposed they would be boarding the train today, after finishing their first year. "Oh hello dears, how are you?" "We're... good," Ava said. "We just wanted to bring you something..." "Something for you to remember us by..." "Oh that's very sweet, you didn't have to!" She stood up and they both gave her a hug, then Teddy held out his hand, offering her a bag of chocolate beans. |
"She's not a kneazle," Beatrice said to Nina, covering Beamer's ears. "You're not a kneazle, my Beamer, are you? No, you're just a sweet kitten." "Oh Bea, it's a cat! Kneazle, cat, same thing." "It is not. She's just a regular old muggle kitten." Nina laughed, putting a cover over the fish bowl. "What do you think she's going to do, eat them?" "Well she could! Look at the way she's eyeing the fish! I don't want to take any chances." "Are you going to eat the fish? No, you're not going to eat the yucky fish, are you Beamer?" |
"Here, have a drink of this Nina. It might help." "What is it?" "It's a Sleeping Draught. Just a little bit, enough to give you a dreamless nap." "Nap? Just a nap? I don't want to go to sleep. I'll be awake all night." "I know, that's why you only need a drop. Diluted into a lot of water." Nina took the glass of water and took a sip. "Try more, a few more gulps, until you feel a bit sleepy. Then I'll leave you alone to sleep." Nina nodded, taking a few more sips, finishing half of the glass." |
"Aren't you going to start getting ready?" Nina asked, threading her earrings through her holes. "No, it's only a ball. I don't need much time." She continued flicking though her magazine. "But... all the boys will be there. They'll want to dance wth you, Bea. Don't you want to look nice for them?" Frowning, Beatrice replied, "Uh... why do I have to look nice for a bunch of boys?" "Well you might find one you fancy, silly. Come on, there's a nice dress in here." "Nina! It's just a ball! It's not like it's the Yule Ball, for Merlin's sake." |
"Fractured arm, wrist, and clavicle, dislocated shoulder," the healer informed Beatrice's parents at St. Mungo's. "It's okay, she's strong." Mr York reassured his wife. "Is it a quick healing?" her father asked. "Oh yes, we have already fed her a potion, and given her some milk of the poppy. She's sleeping right now. Once her bones are strong enough, we will heal them." "Why can't you heal them right away?" "Because they have been under a lot of strain, and it's likely the repair won't stick until the bones are stronger." "She is never playing Quidditch again!" her mother cried. |
"I can't even do this. Numbers... I- I can't even figure it out! Arithmancy sucks!" "Why did you choose to study it, then?" Susie asked, sitting next to her. "And keep your voice down, you're in the library." Beatrice nodded, opening the textbook back to the page that she was struggling with. "Do you know it?" "Of course, it's one of my favourites. Now let me take a look... Ahh, see this is where you're doing it wrong. These numbers have to be carried her, and you need to add them, not subtract them... And where are these numbers from?" |
"It's a present!" Delilah cried with delight. "Thanks Auntie Bea." She looked at it with a grin on her face, eyeing the gift. Everyone waited.... "Well...?" Nina asked her daughter. It was infuriating her. "What?" Delilah asked, looking up. "Untie it! Come on, we all want to see what Bea got you." "OHHhhhhhhhh!" She said, giggling. She pulled one end of the ribbon bow, untying what was holding the paper around the gift. She carefully removed the ribbon from the gift, then delicately removed the paper, folding it neatly. "A sea monkey kit!" She declared, picking it up to display. |
"What are sea monkeys?" Nina asked, reading the back of the packet. "Are they a magical creature? We never learned about these, did we Bea?" "Nope. One of my muggleborn students told me about them." Nina laughed "Is she your muggle studies teacher too?" Beatrice thought about that. "She's taught me a lot. About how to deal with being a witch in a muggle family. Her parents know but... they never told her other family. None of her cousins or aunties knew. Can you imagine that? Every year she comes home from school and the lass can't talk about it." |
"What's the matter Nina?" "Nothing, nothing. I just..." she ran her fingers through her hair. "I need to... to put my pajamas on and go into bed and... and never EVER wake up." Although she didn't quite make it upstairs to get her pajamas on. She slid down the wall, landing in a crying mess. "Nina what's the matter?" Beatrice joined her on the floor, scooping her into a hug. "I don't know... I don't even know. Wh-why am I just so sad?" "Well you... just need more chocolate. Let's go upstairs, put our pajamas on and eat chocolate!" |
"Paint me like a mermaid," Nina said dramatically. Beatrice scoffed. "No. Bugger off." "What are you doing? You never sketch with your charcoals." "A portrait of Merlin for dad," she said with a laugh, which turned into a cry. "He would have loved it. What are you going to do with it?" Beatrice sniffed. "Um... I wanted to charm it. Make it waterproof. Put it near his grave." "It looks lovely Bea. You're good with charcoals." Beatrice nodded, adding some light shading to his beard. "Do you remember that story he used to tell us? The tale of Merlin's garden?" |
"What part are we up to?" Beatrice whispered. "SHH! Act two, scene two. It's my favourite, so shut your mouth.... please." Beatrice shoveled more caramel popcorn into her mouth. "I just want some Bertie Botts. I hate these muggle theatres. They never have the good sweets." "SHH!" "What? I need something to chew." "Beatrice, please, this is Romeo and Juliet, only the BEST play ever. If you don't want to shoosh and let me enjoy it then go and wait in the foyer." Beatrice widened her eyes, sinking back into her seat. "Sheesh Neen, I'll... be quiet. I promise. Okay?" |
"They're a beast," Nina said. "No, they're a being. They have intelligence sufficient to understand wizarding laws." "No," Nina said, shaking her head. "No, they don't. They are a beast." "Ugh, rubbish! Leprechauns aren't dumb!" "They're nasty, tricky beasts. They're not beings!" "But they are. Beasts are... spiders! They are unintelligent." "Well, look here, it says quite clearly they are a beast, and that they have never requested a re-classification." "SEE?" "See what? That they're a beast? Yes, I see that." "NO! That they could be re-classified to a being." "Beatrice... for the point of this assignment, they are beasts." |
"I got an Acceptable. How about you?" "I got... I got a P! I only got a P! Oh no, mum and dad are going to kill me!" "Neen they're not going to kill you. Ancient Runes is a tricky subject. Why don't you just drop it next year? You don't need it. Focus on something else." "This is my only P! I got E's and O's on everything else." "Serious? I got a few A's. How did you get such good grades? Well, there, you deserve that P for being such an over-achiever." "Bea, that's mean. I studied hard!" |
"What do you want to do when you're all old and grey, Bea?" "GREY? I'm never going to get grey. I'm going to be white haired forever, you silly meanie." Nina laughed. "Okay, well when you're wrinkly?" "WRINKLY? I'll never be wrinkly! They have potions for that." "UGH! When you're older then. You will get older, no matter what you can do to your body." Beatrice laughed. "I wish to be a Transfiguration Professor," she said with a proud smile. "Of course you do!" "How about you?" Nina shrugged. "I might just work in the shop with mum and grandma." |
W H A C K "Ugh Bea that's so cold! Why would you do that?" Nina snapped. Oops. Beatrice had woken the dragon. Well, better that than the depressed sloth. She scooped another snowball in her hand and threw it at her sister. She was not happy. "Come and play in the snow with me!" "Play in the snow? What are we, five?" "No! But you don't have to be so grouchy! Come and have fun with me. Please?" Nina shook her head and walked back into the house, her mother close behind. "Beatrice... lay off her a little. She's going through a lot." |
"Gross, look at that ooze!" The class laughed, but the Herbology Professor wasn't impressed. "Yes, thank you Mister Healey. Now would you all put your goggles and gloves on. We're going to be collecting the pus from these Mimbulus Mimbletonia's. What you need to do is prod one of the boils, and Sinksap will ooze out. You need to collect this with the containers provided," she said, demonstrating exactly what she wanted them to do. Beatrice put her goggles on, and her gloves. She had a lot of containers around her, but Merlin, how much sinksap were they to collect? |
"Beatrice Holly York, what are you doing?" her mother hissed. Beatrice jumped and a bit of the potion went flying out of the phial. "Mama! You scared me!" she said, clutching her free hand to her heart, which was meating madly in her chest. "What are you doing?" she repeated. "Making... a potion. For... Nina." "What kind of potion?" "Er.. it's just a little boost. For her mood. Just to perk her up." "I thought all of my pepperming had mysteriously disappeared." "Not all of it. I only needed a sprig. Mama, she's so depressed. I just want her happy." |
"Your trunk isn't big enough, Bea," Nina said. "What are you taking anyway?" "Oh," Beatrice replied with a sigh, "The usual... my books, my lollies, stuff for the cat..." "What about clothes? Bea, you've hardly packed any of your clothes!" "I know. I need an undetenctable extension charm." "No, you just... look, if you take the non-essential stuff out, mum can owl it to you next week. Take your school stuff, and leave the rest." "But I need the other stuff. Lollies and books for the train, and down time, and cat stuff for the cat. I can't leave it." |
"Why are we doing that Professor B?" "It's an exercise. Do you remember in our other lesson? You need to warm up your tongue." "Our TONGUE?" Beatrice laughed. "Yes, you need your jaw, your tongue, your cheeks warm so that when you speak the incantation, you say it clearly." Most of the class rolled their eyes, and mumbled, but soon enough the room was echoing with the yodeling of her students. Beatrice walked around, between the students, a smile on her face. It didn't take long before she gave in, joining in with the students and belting out her yodel. |
Dear Nina, I miss you! I'm enjoying my first year of uni, but they're making us learn about history. It's sort of like History of Magic, but it's transfiguration specific. Obviously. I mean, that is what we're studying. It's just boring! You know I dropped it as soon as I could. Can you help me? I'm going to send you a copy of our upcoming assignment, I'm just struggling with it. Anyway... How is Australia? You have to tell me all about it, and I want to see photos. Where are you off to next? See you soon, Love Bea. |
"Stop mooching, Beatrice! You need to get a job." Beatrice crossed her legs, glaring at her mother. "You think I'm not trying? Do you think I enjoy mooching off you and dad?" "I don't know. Are you trying? How many jobs have you applied for?" Beatrice sighed, pulling out a folded piece of parchment. "I applied at the local pre-school, and I applied at some shops down in the village. Mum I want to tutor. I just... I just need a room to set up as a classroom." Her mother's smile disappeared. "Ah.. you need a room in my house?" |
Oh no. Beatrice put her morning mug of hot chocolate down to re-read the latest article in The Daily Prophet. The Headmaster, the one who had offered Beatrice the post of Transfiguration Professor, was ill. She let the paper fall from her hands, and reached a finger up to her mouth. Chewing on her finger, she thought back to the last time she had seen the dear man. He was.. yes, he was confused. He had thought the previous Head of Hogwarts, Annie, was there. She wiped a tear from her eye at the thought of Hogwarts without Abraham Botros. |
"I CAN HEAR THE HOOT! IT'S HERE NINA, WAKE UP!" Nina woke up with a loud snort. "WHO WHAT?" "The owl! Come on!" Beatrice ripped the blankets off and yanked her sister out of bed. They ran downstairs, taking two at a time. And there it was. A Hogwarts owl, hooting outside, tapping on the window. Beatrice let it in, and took the letters from its beak. "Here," she gave Nina her letter, and ripped her own open. "An A, three E's and three O's! That's... that's pretty good, isn't it? Isn't it?" Only one A, that wasn't bad, right? |
Beatrice did not like camping. Especially when she had to share a tent with her daddy. "SHH!" It made no difference. "SHHHHH!" Nope, still nothing. He inhaled like a chainsaw and exhaled like a snake. It was very annoying, and this little five-year-old needed her beauty sleep. "DADDY! SHHHHHHOSH!" She sat up and whacked him in the face with her pillow. He woke up with a ginormous snort. She was too cross with him to giggle. Even though Nina did that all the time. "What?" he asked, disorientated, being ripped from his dreams. "SHOOSH DADDY! You sound like a parseltongue!" |
"Oh rubbish, Bea, I'm not pureblood." "What does that matter? It doesn't, daddy, you know that the... Voldemort man, he wasn't pureblood. And he could speak to snakes." "Beatrice, I'm not a parseltongue." "I know. But you're snoring." He shook his head. He couldn't quite understand what being parseltongue had to do with anything. "Beatrice, go back to sleep honey. It's not time to wake up." "DADDY I'm not trying to wake up. YOU woke me up with your snoring." "Oh," he sighed. "Come on. You can sleep in with your mother and sister." Beatrice nodded, picking up her pillow. |
"I'm thinking of getting a car." "Why do you need a car? Pass the carrots." Beatrice waved her wand at them, and the knife commenced its work to chop them. "Well... it's getting hard travelling with all of the kids. It's not easy being a family with five kids and no car. People are starting to ask. 'Oh your poor dears they have to walk everywhere', or 'oh you must catch the bus everywhere', well I'm sick of it." "Why? Who cares what they think!" "I do, Beatrice. I do." "Sorry. Why don't you move on to a wizarding village?" |
"Oh, sorry, she's not home." "Oh come on Beatrice, I saw her peeking through the window when I knocked!" "No... no, Jeremy, you didn't. She's... she's not home." Jeremy grabbed his hair in fists. "I. SAW. HER." Beatrice shrugged, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, well..." she exhaled slowly and noisily, "She... just... had to pop out for something." "Right, so she saw me and realised she needed to go and buy milk? JUST TELL HER I WANT TO SEE HER." "You don't need to yell," Beatrice hissed. "You're just vexing her. Just go away and give her time to process everything." |
"Why do I have to do more homework? THIS is my homework." Bea tried not to giggle. "I want you to revise over what we have studied. You don't have to think of it as homework, but... practice. You need to keep practicing the spells we're learning. Okay?" He rolled his eyes, "Fiinnneeeeeee." "Right, so let's see your last homework assignment. What did they want you to do?" "Um... Draconifors." "Excellent!" She waited with a smile. "Well... I ned to see how you're going. It's a very practical subject, I need to see it." Her student sighed, lifting his wand. |
"It's a snappish sound..." "Snappish? Is that even a word?" Beatrice shrugged, trying to be quiet so that Nina could hear the snappish sounds. It was getting closer, and closer. "ARRRRGH," they yelled, noticing the little, snappish dog running towards them. The girls turned and ran as fast as they could. "Why... is... the... dog.. following... us...?" "I... don't... knowwwww....." The girls leapt over the fence, and into thir yard, the quickest they had ever done before. It took a while to recover, both of them doubled over trying to catch their breath. "Stupid dog," Nina muttered. "It was deranged!" |
"Eugh!" Beatrice spat out the contents of her mouth in a napkin. "What is that?" "It's a liquorice wand... I thought you might have liked it." Beatrice put the liquorice wand and the soggy napkin in the bin. "I'm sorry. I... just thought... you might like liquorice." "Uh.. apparently not. I need a drink." She gulped down a glass and a half of water, still wearing a disgusted look. "I thought it was chocolate. I'm sorry, dad. I know you meant well." Her dad nodded, and bit into his own. "Well at least I can have them all to myself." |
Dear Bea, How is university going? Can you believe it's finally your last year? I got back home last month, I was going to write to you sooner but it just got a bit awkward. I didn't know what to say, whether I should say it, or wait until I actually saw you. I think mum and dad are fighting, and it's really bad. Mum has been ignoring dad for ages, and dad keeps trying to talk to her. I'm telling you because I don't know how to deal with it. What should I do? I miss you, Love Nina. |
"NINA! NINA!" Beatrice squealed, running through the snow to get to her sister. The siblings embraced, standing in the cold. "Oh it's been too long," Nina said, trying to hold back from crying. "It has. Okay, so I have a lot to tell you but it's bloody cold out here. Where d'you want to go? The Three Broomsticks?" "Sure," Nina said, turning and leading the way down through Hogsmeade. "So... tell me about this Angelica you keep writing about." She didn't even have to look over at her sister to know that a big grin was plastered on her face. |
"It's a willow," Beatrice and Nina said together. What was so special about a willow? "Yes, it is a willow. I thought you girls would have been happier." Their grandmother looked upset. "Well, sure, it's a great tree, Grandma. Thanks..." They exchanged a quick glance. "What?" Grandma asked. "Well it's just..." "It's just that there's a willow at Hogwarts. It's... you know, it's a magical willow tree." "Magic Schmagic. What makes it so magical?" Nina giggled. "It... well, it's a whomping willow." "I beg your pardon?" "A whomping willow. It's a bit... well... violent. We can't go near it, actually." |
Beatrice heaved herself off her reading chair and turned off the reading lamp. She slowly made her way up the stairs, to check on the children. Her grandchildren. Well, her sister's grandchildren, but for all intents and purposes, they were hers as well. They were sound asleep. The sight of their little bodies took her back to a time, many years ago, when she and Nina were small. They would have sleepovers at their own grandmother's house, and she probably looked at them the way Beatrice was looking at her own right now. Those times were in the past, though. |
Light and sound filled the sky. The lightning went ZAP, and the thunder went RUMBLE. The two little girls were lying backwards on the grass, watching the performance of the sky. Until their mother noticed them outside. "GIRLS! What do you think you're doing outside in a thunderstorm?" she shrieked with worry, dragging them back inside. "We were just watching the performance, mama." "And what if the lightning had zapped you? HMM? What then?" They looked at each other. "The lightning? Zap us?" "Yes! Sometimes the bolt of lightning hits the ground. What if you had been in its way?" |
Dearest Nina, I just got your last letter. I'll send the rest of the reply later, but I'm fearful to leave this reply too late. Get them together over a cup of tea and some biscuits. The chocolate type. Cry if you have to, even mother's heart can't resist warming up at the sight of tears. You just have to get them to talk to each other. Find out what they were fighting for initially. Why mum is all of a sudden ignoring dad. I think it's the only thing you can do to help them. Miss you, From Bea |
"Wh-what is this?" Hank asked. Beatrice looked up, her face freezing in horror. "Uh... uhhh... tha-that's uhhh... my... my grandmother's. She.. she used to, uhh, used to... to... study naturopathy." Her heart was racing. THUMPING in her chest like a hammer. Hank raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh. "A cauldron though? What did she used to do?" "Uh.. brew home po- uh.. remedies, of course. You know, like..." what was one? COME ON, Beatrice, think! "chicken soup." "Chicken soup? In a cauldron?" he started laughing. "Your family are weird, Bea" He turned away and Beatrice relaxed in relief. |
"Oh blimey that's hot!" Beatrice cried out to nobody. Nobody. She was in her new house alone. And in the oven was her dinner. The first dinner that this kitchen would be cooking. The only problem was that the pan was too hot. Beatrice ran her hand under the cold water. Meanwhile, the dinner was probably going to start burning. She looked around for an ovenmit but couldn't see one. The teatowels were too thin. But ahh... Right at the top of her 'accessories' box was a pair of dragonhide gloves. Slipping her hands into them, she retrieved her dinner. |
"Thank you dear," Beatrice said to her student. A final goodbye, and with it, a Chocolate Frog. She served them tea, and opened the box. The frog was never as quick as a sweet-loving Beatrice. She halved the frog, sharing it with her student, "What card did you get, Miss B?" he asked. She retrieved the card from the box and read, "Bathilda Bagshot. Do you know who that is?" Her student thought about it, "Yeah... wasn't she the one who wrote that history book?" "Which one?" "On Hogwarts... a History of Hogwarts, or something?" "You mean Hogwarts: a History?" |
Mini challenge 2: Tangy http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...rs/tangy-1.jpg "Hi Diggly." That house elf was so... weird. Nothing at all like the house elves at Hogwarts. This one... well, it would belong in Gryffindor if it were a student. "HELLO MISS BEATRICE! Can Diggly get you some teas? Well, Diggly knews that you would likes to haves some teas, so Diggly mades some teas for you." He thrust a mug into her hands and she smiled rather awkwardly at her grandparent's house elf. "Th-thanks Diggly..." she took a sip and scrunched her face up. No, she wouldn't spit it back into the mug. That was uncouth. "Bit uhh... tangy." |
"Be careful," Beatrice whispered, her head swivelling around. She was the watch, but she was also worried that Nina would fall backwards, hit her head, and go into a coma! "Shh, just keep watching." Up she went, onto the counter, and opening the highest cupboard. Beatrice could see them, right up the top. The packet of biscuits she and Nina were craving. A REAL craving! Like, almost woman cravings. "SHH! It's crinkling too much," she hissed. "Beatrice, shush! I'm being as careful as I can." Indeed, the wrapping was so loud in the kitchen at this time of the night. |
"I'm warning you two. One more word out of either of you and I will ground you all summer." They both rolled their eyes. She was being so unreasonable. Why did they have to get such a cranky mother? "B-" Nina started, but closed her mouth the moment she heard the noise. "I warned you both! No plans this summer. You hear me?" "Oh come on Dorit, they only got a warning, it's not like they had detention." "Yeah mum, honestly, it was a mistake! It's not our fault! Please forgive us, it's only day one of our summer holidays!" |
"I dare you to sneak down to mama and daddy's room... and replace the toilet roll with an empty one." Beatrice covered her mouth with her hand to silence her giggle, but she did the dare, coming back with a half full toilet roll. "Mum's going to get so mad at daddy for not replacing it." "Okay, my turn! I want a dare." "Okay... I dare you to sneak into the kitchen and get the bag of cookies. The one mama keeps hidden in the high cupboard." Nina smirked, removed her slippers and socks and snuck down to the kitchen. |
"Well... they're the same, aren't they?" "No... they're not. They're quite different. Transfiguration is changing the form or appearance. What do you think charms is?" Beatrice knew this little girl's older sister, and was sure such a statement had come from her. "Charms are... not changing the way something looks, but changing what it does?" Beatrice nodded, "Yes, simply put, that is correct. Now... a charm is something like... changing the colour of a sweater. Say you liked the sweater but not the colour. Transfiguration would be changing the sweater into a pair of shoes. Or... a pair of socks." |
"That is so pretty! What is it Mama?" "That's a time-turner! I didn't know you had one of those! Can I borrow it? Oh, I just want to go back and re-live my date! Please, mama, I promise I will just watch, and I won't interfere with... with... what?" She blinked, her mother giving her a stare. "It's not real, Nina. How would I have a real time-turner in my jewellery box?" Nina's shoulders slumped. "What's a time-turner?" Beatrice asked. "It's a time travelling device. It lets you go back in time. Well... at least the real ones do, anyway." |
Nina swayed herself around the dorm, her hands going through her hair, her body moving like liquid. The other girls were in a fit of giggles. What has gotten into her sister? "I'm a veeeeeeela," Nina declared, waving her hands with a careful elegance. "What is this about?" Beatrice snorted. "Are you... oh, Merlin, she didn't find the cooking wine in the kitchens did she?" another one of their dorm-mates asked. "You didn't did you?" Beatrice asked. "No, silly sister, I'm not intoxucated. I'm... I'm in looooooove." Beatrice rolled her eyes, flopping backwards on her bed. "You're always in love." |
This was not the way Beatrice had envisioned returning home. Her mother angry with her father, her father upset at her mother, and Nina frantic, trying to get them to talk. She dropped her heavy trunk onto the ground, making an awful thud. Everyone looked up at her. "Don't just leave your trunk there where anyone can fall over it. Put it in you bedroom." "Nope," Beatrice said, walking around and sitting on it. "I'm not moving it until you and dad speak to each other." "I.. we... what?" her mother stammered, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. |
"Ekh... I just don't like them. They give me the creeps," 11-year-old Nina said, grabbing for Beatrice's hand. Gringotts was full of the little Goblins. Or were they big? Beatrice didn't know the average size of a Goblin. "Why?" "I don't know I just don't." "Is it because they're smarter than you?" Beatrice teased, poking Nina in the arm. "Stop it! No, I'm much smarter than these... things. What are they? Animals? Humans? No, they're not humans..." "They're Goblins," Beatrice giggled. Surely Nina knew that. She did. "Well derrrrr, but I mean... what are they?" "I think they're beings, actually." |
"You did WHAT?" Beatrice nodded, "I jumped out of the plane with nothing but a parachute on. It was so... liberating." "Are you mad, what if you'd have... have..." "Have what? Not been able to release my parachute? Hurt myself? DIED? Dad I don't want to live my life worrying about things happening to me." "But... well, that's just a bit daring. Jumping from the sky. And in a muggle flying contraption, of all things. Oyyy." Beatrice shook her head. "Dad. Please. You could use a little freeing. How about you come with me next time?" "NEXT TIME? Certainly not!" |
Beartice raised her hand. "Miss York?" "Er... well... I just wanted to ask. I know that we will be learning to defend ourselves against the dark arts," yes, she knew what the name of the class meant, "But... I just wanted to know what sort of dark arts we would be learning about? Defensively." The Professor nodded, pacing back and forth. "Well... I will teach you spells. I will teach you the theory of the dark spell, and the best method to protect yourself. And Dark Creatures. Oh yes, there are dark creatures. TERRIBLY dark. From Snails, right to Dementors." |
"A... a dictionary?" Beatrice asked, looking up from the unwrapped gift in her hands. "Er.. thanks." She tried to smile. "Oh Bea, it's not a language dictionary. Look closer." She did. Opening the first page, she saw that it was a Dictionary of Transfiguration. Beatrice smiled. "I didn't even realise such a thing existed." "Well," Nina said with a shrug, "You never know what questions those students of yours will ask. At least now you have somewhere you can look it up." Beatrice felt touched that her sister had remembered she was starting her new job, as Professor of Transfiguration. |
"You have egg on your face Beatrice, did you know that? Right there." Nina's voice was full of self-righteousness. Beatrice ducked, her face going bright red. "I didn't... I didn't mean to... to say that you didn't know what you were talking about." "Oh, really? Is that because you're so very wrong, and everyone knows it, or because you are actually sorry?" Beatrice couldn't even look at her sister. For telling her off in front of these people, only to be wrong and have her face rubbed in it. That was humiliating. She shook her head. She had no words. |
"BOO!" "ARGHHHH!" The girls screamed, jumping a metre in the air, their hearts hammering away like a jackhammer. "What did you do that for?" Nina cried at her father. She looked on her lap and on the ground. Popcorn was everywhere! "Yeah dad! You didn't have to go and spook us like that." It was so mean! He never scared them like that before, why was he doing it now? He laughed and waved his wand at the popcorn, vanishing it. And he was laughing. He had almost given them both heart attacks, and he was laughing? They eyed him. |
"Whhoooooooo lives in a pineapple under the sea? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS," Nina sang. "Who lives in a cupboard under the stairs? Haaarrrrryyyyy Potter," Beatrice joined in. "That's not funny Bea. That was just abuse. It's not a joke." "Wow you.. you don't need to be so cross about it." "Well how would you like mother and father to put you under the staircase? I'm sure you'd fit." Beatrice stood up, outraged! "They wouldn't do that to me! They love me! I wasn't... wasn't dropped off on their doorstep." Nina jumped to her feet. "Why are you so insensitive? Poor Harry Potter." |
The day after the war. Well, the war at home. Beatrice woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through her bedroom. She couldn't stay in bed with that smell lingering! Up she got, pulling on her slippers and dressing gown, hopping down the stairs. There were her parents, being all cuddly in the kitchen. "Well, aren't you two cheerful this morning?" Beatrice asked, announcing her presence. "Oh good morning dear. Would you like some pancakes?" "Uh... YES please!" Like they even needed to ask, didn't they know her? She got out her mug and filled it with hot chocolate. |
Dear Nina, They started Duelling club up again at Hogwarts. Do you remember our second year? You were paired up to duel with that Slytherin boy? You gave him such a hard time for losing to a girl. Well, the students are very excited, of course. It made me remember how excited we were when they put sign up sheets in the common room. I didn't put my name down, though. I just don't fancy trying to duel again after this many years, and against the talents within the Professors here. They're very experienced. Well, see you soon! Love, Beatrice. |
"You're going at snail pace, Nina. What is this car anyway? Why did you get one?" "I told you! I needed one for the kids." Beatrice laughed. "Right. But... don't you think the muggle neighbours will think it's strange when you fit five kids into the back seat of a three seat car?" Nina went quiet. "You're going less than half the speed limit!" "Well I have precious cargo on board." She readjusted her hands on the steering wheel. "Do you even have your licence?" Nina blinked a few times. "You don't, do you? Nina! That is against the law!" |
"What wath the firth thpell you catht with your wand Auntie Bea?" Beatrice thought about that. Actually... it was a hard question. "Wow, Melody..." she let out a slow sigh. "It was 22 years since I bought my wand. Um... pr-probably... Wingardium Leviosa." Melody frowned. "But that'th a boring thpell! Mummy thaid she created a thilver animal." Beatrice laughed. "A patronus? Is that what she said, is it?" But Melody didn't see the funny side. "Mummy didn't catht that thpell firtht?" "Um... well I-I don't know, Melody. Maybe she did. I didn't see her cast it but she... might have." |
"We just need some room." Seriously, 16 years of sharing the same room at home, and sharing the same dorm at Hogwarts? It was all too much. Nina needed her own space, Beatrice needed her own space, and they had a spare room. Nobody even came to stay with them, anyway. "I... I need to think about it," their mother replied. "But mother, please. You can't expect us to share a room forever!" "You're both going to be heading off to university next year! What's one extra year?" They both rolled their eyes. Plus, Nina wasn't even going to university. |
My Quill... My new indigo quill, it writes so very smooth, Mama got the bill, and I got the groove. I dipped it in the ink, black as the night time sky. Writing poems makes me think, I must at least try. Feathers high, dark purple dye, I won't lose my quill, nor write on too rough twill. Poetry is good for the soul, it's cheaper than therapy, I just need a large parchment scroll, to write a legacy. But when does a poem end? When the author has it penned. By Beatrice Holly York Aged Nine and a half. |
It was getting overwhelming. Of course, it had been for a while, but now that exams were approaching, it was almost too much. There was no room in her mind. No room to store new information, and hardly enough room to even revise stored information. What she needed was a pensieve. Store the excess information that she didn't need. Create enough room to allow her to revise. Otherwise... well, otherwise she might fail. She sighed, dropping down into her chair, unrolling her tattered parchment, full of lecture notes, and spell tips, and trivia. She was re-reading. It made no sense. |
"OUCH OUCH! Mother stop!" Beatrice said, yanking her arm free of her mother's iron vice grasp. Her mother was furious. And all Beatrice could do was smile proudly. "YES!" she said, feeling the tears spring to her eyes. "I did it. I supported the movement! I don't care what trouble I get in. Not with you, and not with the Ministry. I don't care." "Oh you had better start caring, young lady. If it weren't for the MLE quelling your... your silly protest, you all could have dome some serious damage." "Are you serious? Damage? We were repairing their damage!" |
"I don't even want to be in Gryffindor. What if I am? I can't... I can't even roar!" "It's okay Nina, you're not a Gryffindor. You won't be placed in that house." "How do you know?" What had gotten into her sister? "We're Hufflepuffs!" Nina sat back down. Then stood up again. "We should put our robes on. We should, shouldn't we?" "Sit down, Nina. The train only just left. We have ages. Here, have a handful of these beans." "No, I can't... I'm too worried." "Why? We're about to start a really fun adventure. We won't be roaring Gryffindors!" |
"Amortal... what's that?" "Not mortal." Nina rolled her eyes "Well derrrr but... I don't get it." "Well... not... not..." Beatrice couldn't quite articulate the definiteion in her head. So, she opened a book. "Okay, here... amortal is not being alive, and not having the ability to die." "Right... so... so... what..." "Well it says here a poltergeist is amortal. And... a boggart. What's that?" Nina peeked over Beatrice's shoulder and they flipped through the book, to the page on Boggarts. Beatrice heard a loud gulp in her ear, making her shudder. "It turns into your fears? That is so creepy!" |
"Why would anyone want to face their fears, though?" "Well... so that they're not a CHICKEN for the rest of their lives," Beatrice replied with a poke to Nina's arm. Nina rubbed the spot. Beatrice wouldn't want to face her fears, they were scary, and she hid them deep down in the locked vault within her brain. But... she also didn't have that many fears, unlike Nina. She wouldn't be spending her life as a chicken for having these fears. Not like Nina, who was scared of grass! "What are you thinking?" Nina asked, pulling Beatrice out from her mind. |
It was just her luck that the first time she had met Paulina, the young lass had had an allergic reaction to her Beamer. It was a good thing Beatrice had a stack of antillergen potion. In all honesty, it was not the first time someone had reacted like that around her cats. As soon as the sneezing commenced, Beatrice knew what it was. At least the lass knew what it was she was allergic to. It appeared that her sneezing had eased off soon after she had taken the potion, which freed her up to have tea and beans. |
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