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Today is your final History of Magic lesson with Professor Vinteren and the classroom looks the same as it did for the first History of Magic lesson: clean, tidy, and dust-free. Desks are polished and arranged in neat rows with a large centre aisle for easy entry and exit. Chalkboards at the front of the room are clean, blank, and ready for note-taking. As usual, the professor's desk in the front corner is void of any clutter.
The professor himself is not yet in the room, but he expects you will know to take a seat and prepare yourself for class. It is due begin shortly.
Class Progression: 1. Class starting / Question: What do you know about house elves? 2. Question: (same as above) & does anyone have a house elf? 3. Question: Where are Hogwarts' house elves now? 4. List of house elf characteristics / List of theories 5. Response to theories / in-class assignment 6. List of house elves
Ethan still wasn't completely sure what this letter writing business was really going to do. After all, writing to the goblins in their SNAC meeting certainly did not get them their crystal balls back. But it was the assignment and if it could help the elves in some way, he'd do it.
Quill poised above his parchment, green eyes lifted to the board and the names written there. A nostalgic smile played on his lips as he thought about three elves in particular who helped him cook something special a couple years ago.. though the thought of them made him a little sad as well since they were gone and no one seemed to know what happened to them That was actually a disturbing thought now that he thought about it.
He had originally thought that the elves had been sold to cover debts.. though now he was not so sure. And whether they were or not, he didn't know who might be in possession of them now anyway, so that sort of limited his options with this assignment. The Prefect decided to write directly to the elves, not that he was certain they'd receive his letter, but that's what he was doing.
SPOILER!!: Letter to Elves
Dear Hogwarts Elves,
Hello, hope you all are well.. but we, the students, are concerned about what might have happened to you. No one seems to know where you are or why you are gone. We all really miss you here.. and I think a lot of us really have begun to appreciate all the hard work you've done for us now that we all have to do most of it ourselves. I remember three elves in particular, Argyle, Beezley, and Tinka, who helped me with a special meal a while ago and I still really appreciate the extra work.
So what happened to you guys anyway? Did you leave on your own volition? Are you coming back? We -
Ethan paused his quill in mid-sentence as he suddenly felt a chill wash over him and a hand tightly grip his arm. Green eyes went first to the hand, then to Minerva, then they followed her gaze.. which caused his eyes to widen in horror. Dementors?! Again?? In the classroom?
He brought a hand up to his ear as the haunting scream filtered through his mind.. though he knew he couldn't block out the sound. It wasn't exactly external. As he tried to fight the memory his eyes wandered to Vinteren as the Prefect's other hand scrambled to reach for his wand. But the Professor successfully fended off dementors in front of him once before.. surely he would protect the class again..?
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She was just sitting there, a bundle of nerves due to the page she'd just turned in, when it suddenly got cold in the classroom. A quick peek around at her classmates told her that no it wasn't just her and yes it was exactly what she thought it was. The creepy dementors had found their way into the school. And this time, she was at much closer range. Right next to one, as matter of fact. Meep. Sky didn't know rather to get up and run or cast a patronus. Thing was, both seemed like too much effort, and she was just too sad. Nobody would miss her, right? Her parents had Parker now, Aunt Roxi had Ronan and she hadn't gotten that close to anyone at Hogwarts. She was so lost in those thoughts, plus all of her bad memories that she didn't even notice the tears flowing down her cheeks.
Damn.
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So, they had to write a letter. And she had already made a couple of notes on that. She actually scribbled some notes on the three options first to see which one of the three options to see which one she had more thoughts on. Finally, she decided to write to whom ever STOLE the elves. Reaching for her quill, the snake hunched down and started scribbling her tongue stuck out in concentration.
Oh, she's been waiting for this chance forevah!
SPOILER!!: The letter
To whomever had the guts,
Listen up! I don't know who you are, and I am not keen on learning so. You know what? I'll tell you what. For a very simple reason, you don't deserve MY recognition. Nope, not at all. And did I say it was only one reason? Well, there are plenty of reasons actually I'm not sure one letter would cover them. But I'll try to get on the important ones.
It's NOT okay to take away elves from where they belonged and loved to be. You might ask how I know they were, I'll tell you. I have lived with those elves for three years and could recognize their happy expressions when they cooked and cleaned for us. They were delighted and so were we then YOU came along. Yes, you. Don't stare at the letter like you don't know who I'm talking to. You are the reason of all the sadness in the world. Well, the sadness in Hogwarts which somehow leads to the world's sadness. Yup, it's that big. I bet you never thought of it when you decided to take away the elves. So many flaws in your plan, dude. You need lots of work.
You probably thought you were doing them a favor by peeling them away from where they belonged but you're dead wrong. I assure you, if the elves found out the current state of the school and the students, they'd be so upset. Dirty bathrooms, disgusting food, smelly students' robes. Poor things, I don't think they'd even survive upon knowing.
I'm writing this in an attempt to stir some dead feelings or neglected conscious in you. Like maybe very deep down you have something good in you. And note that I underlined 'deep'.
This is your last chance, because there will consequences one day. We will find you.
Your worst nightmare,
The snake finished the letter and reread it, then wiped the non-existed sweat on her forehead. PHEW! Man, she's been bottling this up the entire year. Finally she got the chance to vent. For a split second she wondered whether the signature was a liiittle bit dramatic but then she shrugged. Dramatic was good. And pretending to do stuff was good too.
The fourth-year folded the parchment then walked over to the Professor's desk and handed him the letter then she returned to her desk.
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Originally Posted by DEMENTORS!
The classroom suddenly became very cold as ice crept its way across the floor and up the legs of students' desks and chairs.
Rattle rattle rattle rattle.
Swooping into the classroom after easily opening the door with their awesome dementor abilities, the flock of hungry dementors came down upon the students.
When she sat back she felt such a huge burden was off her chest. This letter writing thingy was helpful. Though, she didn't get time to feel accomplished or enjoy. Because......
......
Ooops.
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Text Cut: Vinteren!
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Originally Posted by Erik Vinteren
Erik had made his loop around the classroom and was back by vhe blackboards. "Up here you vill find a list of vhe house elves you may address. You have," he glanced at his watch, "about fifteen more minutes to finish up. Credit will only be given to completed letters. Please turn vhem in up here," he pat-patted his desk, "and resume your seat vhen you are done."
List of Hogwarts House Elves Algamus – (male) head elf Argyle – (female) Beezley – (female) Pips – (male) Quirly – (female) fond of spatulas Schmoop – (male) Tinka – (female) attached to her whisk Tippin – (male) Nimma – (female) takes care of Toddles Toddles – (male) baby elf. Don't write to him.
Right... okay... so they had a list of elf names. This was actually really useful.
Alec sat back and tapped the end of his quill against his chin, his grey-blue eyes scanning the list. See, it would be smart to write to the head of the elves because the others would be around him, yeah? Unless... they had each been sold off? ... That was actually a sad thought.
The Hufflepuff picked up his quill and started scribbling away...
Text Cut: Letter!
Dear Algamus:
So I don't really know you and to you, I'm probably just another mouth to feed, another person's clothes to wash and another person you have to stock up some ice cream for. It's sad that we didn't get the chance to talk properly because I'm sure you're all awesome and might want hugs and I give good hugs. Ells says so.
But truth is, we've missed you. And I think it's made us appreciate what you all do for us? Yeah... just come back soon, okay? Please? Because this is meant to be your home too! And that means that we're meant to be your family... I think. At least... Toddles is. Toddles has been great, by the way! Really really awesome! And I'm sure he'd be happy if you all came back too!
I think that's it. Get back as soon as you can, okay? Awesome.
Yours sincerely,
Alec Blake Summers
Full name. Because this was important. Nodnod.
The sixteen year old was sitting back and reading through his letter when the classroom turned... cold. Confused, he looked up at the Professor and then over towards the door and...
BLINK. BLINK.
Groan. Not again!
His chin wobbled just a bit as he looked away from the Dementors and down at his desk. He really didn't know what he expected to achieve by looking away, though. Maybe the coldness and sadness wouldn't seem so... piercing? Or cruel? And maybe the voices he was hearing wouldn't be so loud?
Maybe.
But looking away made no difference and so, instead, Alec looked up at Vinteren and sort of... waited for him to do something. The older guy would be able to fend off the Dementors, right?
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Originally Posted by DEMENTORS!
The classroom suddenly became very cold as ice crept its way across the floor and up the legs of students' desks and chairs.
Rattle rattle rattle rattle.
Swooping into the classroom after easily opening the door with their awesome dementor abilities, the flock of hungry dementors came down upon the students.
Ahem. Now you see, Lex had already anticipated something like this happening and at some point, yup, she did and she already had her plan for this situation too. Like legit. Lex took a glance at the dementors before calmly rising and taking her stand then walking RIGHT UP TO MR. VINTEREN. After the night of the prefect event, she'd decided in herself that if attacked again, she would be with the man who effortlessly flicked hippogriffs from his wand.
Her eyes never left the creatures as they descended. She didn't know HOW to cast a patronus, she was, for lack of a better word, screwed. Ah but not really. Lex latched on to the end of his coat and moved even closer--if that was possible. It probably wasn't, then she waited on him to be the epic man she thought he was.
Well, what was he waiting for? They wouldn't have their souls forever.
She looked to the others in the room. If they were smart they would go to the ONLY ONE who was able to cast a PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL patronus. Like...theirs only distracted dementors...his made them leave.
Clearly she knew what she was doing.
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"What if vhey did?" Erik turned his cold blue eyes on the young boy and stared him down. "Vhat vould be quite vhe plot twist...interesting theory you have vhere."
And with it, he had just made the top of Vinteren's List.
"I thought so too!" Tobias said, puffing out his chest again, all proud of himself. Lots of chest puffing today. So, because he didn't really KNOW the elves and he didn't think that anyone who had taken them would be persuaded by a strongly worded letter from a twelve year old, he decided to expand on his theory with the classwork and write about that rather than make any letter.
In BIG letters he wrote "'BOARD OF GOVERNORS' THEORY" at the top of his parchment, and sucked gently at the very tip of the feathered end of his quill, trying to think of something to write. But his mind was RACING and there were SO MANY IDEAS and he was trying to work out how to coherently write them down whilst people around him were already finishing. Hey, no fair!
But then a sudden movement at the door startled Tobias...
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Originally Posted by DEMENTORS!
The classroom suddenly became very cold as ice crept its way across the floor and up the legs of students' desks and chairs.
Rattle rattle rattle rattle.
Swooping into the classroom after easily opening the door with their awesome dementor abilities, the flock of hungry dementors came down upon the students.
NOPE.
NOPE.
NOPENOPENOPE.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
This was absolutely too much and the SECOND he heard that awful rattling noise and then caught sight of SWOOPING DEMENTORS, Toby decided on the 'absolutely NOT' option. Quill still in hand, Tobias grabbed the parchment in front of him and SLID down on his chair so he was now under his desk and out of sight and protected by the dementors by the wood of his desk, with his emergency chocolate that was still in his pocket in case he needed it.
Because, just to reiterate...
NOPE.
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The classroom suddenly became very cold as ice crept its way across the floor and up the legs of students' desks and chairs.
Rattle rattle rattle rattle.
Swooping into the classroom after easily opening the door with their awesome dementor abilities, the flock of hungry dementors came down upon the students.
Asher was TRYING to finish up another letter to a House Elf when the Dementors entered the room. Seriously? Again? Asher was getting tired of running into them. They hand't done anything to anyone, that he knew of, and he was getting sick of them trying to scare him and of them making him feel so sad and cold.
He pulled his robes around himself and waited for the professor to do something about it.
Text Cut: Those of you who RP'd as turning letters in.
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Originally Posted by Bazinga
Minerva listened as the Elves were named. So many stayed hidden and didn't talk to the students. Minerva wondered why that was, but she wasn't one to have them do things for her either so she didn't have much interaction with them, but Tinka.. She had seen in classes and the kitchen. She felt wibbly thinking about it. She really really hoped Tinka was safe.
She turned to the parchment and began writing.. She would write to Tinka and hope for the best, but what if they were in danger, wouldn't the letters make it worse. She bit her lip at this thought. Tinka needed her whisk and she needed to be safe. She sighed and started writing.
SPOILER!!: Tinka's letter
Dear Tinka,
I hope you are safe and well. We have missed you around the castle. It's so different here without you and Toddles is working so hard. I really hope you have your whisk with you where ever you are. If not I will get you a knew one, because I know how much you love your whisk.
Tinka I'm worried about you and the rest of the elves.. No one really seems to know where you are or what happened. If you can please send a note back or even come back that would be wonderful. We miss you and just want to know you are safe, but also what happened.
So if you can let me know what happened and that you are safe please...
LOVE,
Minerva
Minerva finished looked it over again and got up. Walking it to the front she put it down and looked to Professor Vinteren, "Professor.. what if they are in danger and these letters make it worse?" She was super worried about this. "It is a good idea to try and find them though. I hope we get some answers. I just really hope they get them." She smiled again at him before heading back to her seat.
"If vhat is vhe case, vhen I vill truly feel sorry for having had a hand in it." Erik replied to Minerva when she turned in her letter. His blue eyes certainly did seem sad at the thought. "I hope we get answers too. Ve can only try." It was better than sitting by and pretending doing nothing, wasn't it?
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Who she thought was responsible and why? Well, that was getting into difficult and dangerous territory. But maybe it was time to let her inner Gryffindor shine for a bit? And speaking of Gryffindors, Sky couldn't help but chuckle a little at Vinteren's dismissal of the Minister's daughter. If that wasn't a subtle way of saying shove off, she didn't know what was.
Anyway, back to the task at hand. She thought over the assignment some more. And was coming up with more questions than answers. Man, she could really use a Ravenclaw right now. Finally, she just decided to put her confusion into words on the page.
Text Cut: Sky's parchment
We should figure out who broke into the vault and find out if they still have it or if they've sold/given it away. Then figure out how to get it back from there. But we should actually let the MLE handle all that.
J'accuse, Mr. Vinteren. But I honestly can't figure out why you would do it? Is there something about the school that you know but we don't? Or do you see how useless the Headmistress is and are trying to help? Or is this just part of some larger diabolical scheme? Are you working for some one else? What's your game, Mr Vinteren?
Gulp.
Once she was done, Sky got out of her seat, and with a surprising calmness that hid how nervous she was, placed her parchment on top of the Puffers and returned to her seat. Could class be dismissed now.......?
How brave of the Slytherin, to write directly to him. Erik knew that was what the girl was doing as she turned her letter in, but he didn't read it as soon as she placed it on his desk. No, he would enjoy reading these accusations later, when he was alone.
"Vhank you," was all he said when Sky turned her letter in.
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
Letter writing time!! OKAY!!
"Professor?" Lex stuck her hand up. "Is it fine if I write two letters? I'm not sure who I feel needs to be written to more." She waited a few seconds...just a few then decided it was okay because she'd already drawn two pieces of parchment and putting one back would be a waste. Not something she enjoyed. Ahem. The letters. The first she would address to the no good, rotten, low down, THIEVES who'd made her have burnt bread one too many times.
SPOILER!!: Parchment
OI! Crook people!
I know you don't have a conscience, obviously you wouldn't because you robbed a bunch of kids and left them malnourished all year, so I won't bother with the guilting trip. Just know, there's a spot reserved for you ALL in Azkaban but NOT before I see my own brand of justice done. I'm talking mobs of people descending on your thieving butts and hexing you beyound recognition. It's not too much to ask and I hope to see it happy by June 16th. It would make a nice birthday present for me.
We are like the FUTURE sitting behind desks--'cept 'cause of you we don't HAVE desks anymore! We don't have anything! They took it all, even our books! Our lovely History of Magic Professor had to sneak us some parchment so we could get in contact with you--he could be in big trouble with the Board for going over our ridiculously short budget! Once again, this isn't guilting because you wouldn't care, it's just to get you thinking. Stuff like that would anger people, people like me who plan to be very powerful when they grow up and I WILL find out who you are even if it takes ETERNITY.
You wanna know the truth? Justice doesn't appeal to me. Revenge does. Imm get EVERYTHING you lot own, just wait and see! I'll take your house elves and leave you without a means of paying for your stay at St. Mungo's--you didn't forget I still want you hexed beyond recognition, right? Because I didn't.
~Signed (because I'm not afraid of any of YOU so I AM signing it)
Alexa. C. Cambridge
P.S Hmph!
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OI! Crook people!
I know you don't have a conscience, obviously you wouldn't because you robbed a bunch of kids and left them malnourished all year, so I won't bother with the guilting trip. Just know, there's a spot reserved for you ALL in Azkaban but NOT before I see my own brand of justice done. I'm talking mobs of people descending on your thieving butts and hexing you beyound recognition. It's not too much to ask and I hope to see it happy by June 16th. It would make a nice birthday present for me.
We are like the FUTURE sitting behind desks--'cept 'cause of you we don't HAVE desks anymore! We don't have anything! They took it all, even our books! Our lovely History of Magic Professor had to sneak us some parchment so we could get in contact with you--he could be in big trouble with the Board for going over our ridiculously short budget! Once again, this isn't guilting because you wouldn't care, it's just to get you thinking. Stuff like that would anger people, people like me who plan to be very powerful when they grow up and I WILL find out who you are even if it takes ETERNITY.
You wanna know the truth? Justice doesn't appeal to me. Revenge does. Imm get EVERYTHING you lot own, just wait and see! I'll take your house elves and leave you without a means of paying for your stay at St. Mungo's--you didn't forget I still want you hexed beyond recognition, right? Because I didn't.
~Signed (because I'm not afraid of any of YOU so I AM signing it)
Alexa. C. Cambridge
P.S Hmph!
Now that she got that out of her system she could focus on a nicer message, one for the darling little house elves who needed to get home so Hogwarts wouldn't be a nightmare anymore. It was you know. It was like one of those horror films where kids had to do everything for themselves.
YES, those were horror films, they totally were.
Anyway. Next letter.
SPOILER!!: Parchment
Algamus,
I got only one word for you dude. Revolt. I don't care how much magic they have you're a bunch of house elves figure something out and high tail it back here! If it'll make you feel better you can beat yourselves over the head with stuff when you get back for being 'bad elfsies' or whatever, I'll even lend you a few of my History books to use not like I read them.
You guys have been gone long enough! Laundry is hard, the cooking here is horrid--which reminds me you all might wanna give Toddles a few cooking lessons when you get back in case someone swipes you all again because I'm assuming something bad will happen in the future, epic things have happened every year...just...this isn't the kind of epic I like...just saying...
So yeah! Grab the elves. Make your new masters one last cup of tea, cocoa, juice, merlin cares what then bid them goodbye, tell them you'll use force if necessary and that they should be afraid of you. Elves can revolt...I think...look, if goblins and trolls can then so can you, unless they never did and my history just sucks in which case pay no attention to that last bit. Anyway, COME HOME, WE MISS YOU ALL.
~Signed
Lex (I'm the one who likes tackling yooou guuuys)
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Algamus,
I got only one word for you dude. Revolt. I don't care how much magic they have you're a bunch of house elves figure something out and high tail it back here! If it'll make you feel better you can beat yourselves over the head with stuff when you get back for being 'bad elfsies' or whatever, I'll even lend you a few of my History books to use not like I read them.
You guys have been gone long enough! Laundry is hard, the cooking here is horrid--which reminds me you all might wanna give Toddles a few cooking lessons when you get back in case someone swipes you all again because I'm assuming something bad will happen in the future, epic things have happened every year...just...this isn't the kind of epic I like...just saying...
So yeah! Grab the elves. Make your new masters one last cup of tea, cocoa, juice, merlin cares what then bid them goodbye, tell them you'll use force if necessary and that they should be afraid of you. Elves can revolt...I think...look, if goblins and trolls can then so can you, unless they never did and my history just sucks in which case pay no attention to that last bit. Anyway, COME HOME, WE MISS YOU ALL.
~Signed
Lex (I'm the one who likes tackling yooou guuuys)
THERE! She hopped out of her seat and reached over to place the pieces of parchment on the desk before slumping back into her seat with a proud grin. "Be sure they get it Sir, I want both parties to read every last word." GRIN. HoM had never been this fun! Looking for dead people and writing letters to baddies! Total WIN!
"You can write as many as you vant, Alexa," Erik replied solemnly. He watched as she and the others got to work, and then gave her a small, very small, smile when she turned it in.
"You have my vord I vill do my best to see vhat vhey get it." Heh.
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Originally Posted by iceblossom22
Elise was tired and in absoloutely no mood to write a letter. If it meant saving the house elves, though, she'd do just about anything. She missed all the elves, even if she really didn't know all their names. It wasn't thaaat bad, though. She knew Tinka and Nimma. Just not Argy-something and a few others.
Scribbling a rather essay-like series of questions for the elves, she folded the paper into three just before the creepy professor managed to sneak up behind her. Then putting a nice seal on it, she slipped it into the tray labelled 'Tinka'. That should do it.
"Vhank you," he said to the Ravenclaw captain when she turned one in to Tinka.
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Originally Posted by jrtpuplvr
Time to write some letters. Letters to House Elves he didn't know.
Placing his quill back on his desk, Asher was happy with his letters. It was hard to write to someone he had never met.
He took his two letters up to the professor and placed them on his desk before returning to his seat.
Two letters from the Puff boy, good! Erik gave him a nod of approval when he turned his in.
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Originally Posted by hpfan18
As Kace was thinking of ideas to write to which house ef, he saw the names on the board. He was glad. He remembered Belle talking about Tinka and he thought he could write a letter to her. Belle told him she was nice and helpful. He would write her a letter to her.....
SPOILER!!: Letter!
Dear Tinka,
Hi i hope you are doing well. I hope you can come back to Hogwarts. Hogwarts needs you. I hope you remember my sister Belle Lecium, she used to be a prefect. She told me you were a sweet, caring elf. I wish i could see you and witness that. Please come back soon.
Your future friend,
Kace Leicum
There that letter seemed legit. He folded it and then put it onto the professor's desk. Then he returned to his seat and sat down.
And one from the littlest Hufflepuff too. "Vhank you."
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Originally Posted by fanficfanatict
Now it was time to actually write the letter and he didn't care at ALL if Vinteren read his letter at all, 'cause his was TO Vinteren. He was going to blame the Professor for stealing the elves so they could do this STUPID assignment of his, not that he really thought for a second that Vinteren stole the things, but this was a sneaky way of calling his assignment lame. Ugh. He didn't want to be here, yeah?
SPOILER!!: Letter Working
Dear Professor Vinteren,
I think you stole the elves. My proof? I don't have any besides the fact that I think this assignment is so tedious and BORING that only the crook himself would have someone write letters for ego inflation. That and also to take the heat off of yourself for the crime.
Honestly, taking the elves was really counterproductive because now you have to work in a school with turnstiles and dust everywhere, but hey, if you like that, whatever. Just, if you could return the elves so that I don't have to do my washing with a bunch of skirts that would be much appreciated. Doesn't help any man's game to wash underwear in front of their girlfriend.
So here is to getting the elves back as quickly as you feel like it.
Ascanius
His letter was UTTER rubbish and he knew it. There was no way that a Hogwarts Professor would actually steal the elves, but technically he was DOING the assignment and TWEAKING his Professor at the same time. It was a win-win. After all, he had to find some way to keep himself entertained in these classes.
Oh this one he was really looking forward to. -snort-
Erik gave the boy a cool stare as he turned his letter in, then went back to watching the rest of the class.
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Originally Posted by Govoni
So....seal it...? That was it?
Shrugging, he made a few changes to the body of the letter, just because he wasn't trying to be TOO rude, and bent to blow at the fresh ink. NO SMUDGES...The he started to carefully folding it up...
Digging into his bag of things, the Slytherin pulled out a black envelope and a sticker wax seal. It had to be a stick-em because Dylan obviously didn't have a wax stick with him...or a means to stamp it for that matter. So, it'd have to be a false seal...Also seeing as he didn't know how to seal it by magic...And if he did, he didn't remember.
Once the parchment had been folded up neatly, Dylan tucked it down into the envelope...and then peeled one of his stickers, quickly putting it in place. That would have to do...
SPOILER!!: The Envelope and Letter!
CLICK THE ENVELOPE!
SPOILER!!: Text version!
April 29th, 2081
To whomever was brave enough to steal from Gringott's
For starter’s, I’m not writing you because I’m impressed with your feat. On those grounds, I think it was a terribly stupid thing to do...and also terribly selfish.
However, I am curious as to why you might have done it. I have a few theories and I may or may not be wrong. For one, you probably have some vendetta against the Headmistress...and are using the deed as a source of blackmail. I can understand this as she’s a redhead and that particular kind of woman is very frustrating...or maybe you just don’t like her and are doing this as a means to discredit her as a leader during these hard times. If this is true, then that’s really cruel. Under different circumstances, I might appreciate your effort and the cunning and ambition that went into doing all that you have done...but I've had to wash my own clothes, clean my own dorm and common room, and fix my own food all term, on top of duties, lessons, homework, and studying for NEWTs. So, I’m less than agreeable at the moment.
Second thing...is that you have issues with how the school is ran in general...and seeing as the deed gives you ownership, you’re messing with the lot of us for revenge. Again...I can understand. Seems someone is almost dying every term...and it’s all very suspicious. With that said, are you behind the dementors? If you are, not cool, man.
My third theory is that you are a House Elf activist and stole the deed so you could free the elves solely because you believe in their cause so strongly. I don’t personally believe this theory...but if it IS the reason you went through all this trouble, I commend you for being so passionate about the Elves. Do you know Kurumi Hollingberry? You two would get on swimmingly.
That is all.
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There. Done. Perfect.
"Vhank you, Mister Montmorency." Erik was perhaps curious to see what this boy had to say the most...though naturally, he wouldn't be reading a sealed letter. Never.
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So, they had to write a letter. And she had already made a couple of notes on that. She actually scribbled some notes on the three options first to see which one of the three options to see which one she had more thoughts on. Finally, she decided to write to whom ever STOLE the elves. Reaching for her quill, the snake hunched down and started scribbling her tongue stuck out in concentration.
Oh, she's been waiting for this chance forevah!
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To whomever had the guts,
Listen up! I don't know who you are, and I am not keen on learning so. You know what? I'll tell you what. For a very simple reason, you don't deserve MY recognition. Nope, not at all. And did I say it was only one reason? Well, there are plenty of reasons actually I'm not sure one letter would cover them. But I'll try to get on the important ones.
It's NOT okay to take away elves from where they belonged and loved to be. You might ask how I know they were, I'll tell you. I have lived with those elves for three years and could recognize their happy expressions when they cooked and cleaned for us. They were delighted and so were we then YOU came along. Yes, you. Don't stare at the letter like you don't know who I'm talking to. You are the reason of all the sadness in the world. Well, the sadness in Hogwarts which somehow leads to the world's sadness. Yup, it's that big. I bet you never thought of it when you decided to take away the elves. So many flaws in your plan, dude. You need lots of work.
You probably thought you were doing them a favor by peeling them away from where they belonged but you're dead wrong. I assure you, if the elves found out the current state of the school and the students, they'd be so upset. Dirty bathrooms, disgusting food, smelly students' robes. Poor things, I don't think they'd even survive upon knowing.
I'm writing this in an attempt to stir some dead feelings or neglected conscious in you. Like maybe very deep down you have something good in you. And note that I underlined 'deep'.
This is your last chance, because there will consequences one day. We will find you.
Your worst nightmare,
The snake finished the letter and reread it, then wiped the non-existed sweat on her forehead. PHEW! Man, she's been bottling this up the entire year. Finally she got the chance to vent. For a split second she wondered whether the signature was a liiittle bit dramatic but then she shrugged. Dramatic was good. And pretending to do stuff was good too.
The fourth-year folded the parchment then walked over to the Professor's desk and handed him the letter then she returned to her desk.
The master conspiracy theorist received a nod and a polite smile when she turned her letter in too. "Vhank you." That would be an interesting read...heh.
Vinteren was looking at his watch to see how much longer the others had to submit their letters when he felt a weird chill come creeping into the classroom. How unusual; he kept his room and office very warm and well-stocked with firewood. Expecting the worst, Erik slowly rose from his desk and flicked his wand into his hand, just as the door blew open.
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The classroom suddenly became very cold as ice crept its way across the floor and up the legs of students' desks and chairs.
Rattle rattle rattle rattle.
Swooping into the classroom after easily opening the door with their awesome dementor abilities, the flock of hungry dementors came down upon the students.
Oh no...nooo no no no no no...they were supposed to be on the second floor, this was the first floor. It was all wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong. "Expecto Patronum," Erik whispered, a hippogriff exploding out of his wand on cue and flying toward the dementors. It was just one though, as he hesitated to see whether he would need more...
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Laura was writing her article to the house elves.
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Dear House-elves
Please, please, please, please come back we need you here, I know you must miss Hogwarts because it's been your home for years and I know that maybe someone has told you that you shouldn't be at Hogwarts but I suggest you rebel and come back anyway and tell the person who has you that you like Hogwarts better.
If you come back, I'll make you ice-cream or any desert that you want and I'll give Tinka a brand new whisk, because she deserves the best, like you all do, so please come back home we miss you like crazy.
Laura Hope Hyde
Just as she was finishing that she felt it get colder. "Eh Professor has someone..." Laura stopped when she spotted what was in the room. "Professor did you invite the Dementors?" the Professor could see them right? it wasn't just her that was seeing things again.
"I did not invite vhem here," Erik answered the Hufflepuff loudly. He moved out from behind his desk now, his eyes still fixed on the dementors with a firm frown.
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Ahem. Now you see, Lex had already anticipated something like this happening and at some point, yup, she did and she already had her plan for this situation too. Like legit. Lex took a glance at the dementors before calmly rising and taking her stand then walking RIGHT UP TO MR. VINTEREN. After the night of the prefect event, she'd decided in herself that if attacked again, she would be with the man who effortlessly flicked hippogriffs from his wand.
Her eyes never left the creatures as they descended. She didn't know HOW to cast a patronus, she was, for lack of a better word, screwed. Ah but not really. Lex latched on to the end of his coat and moved even closer--if that was possible. It probably wasn't, then she waited on him to be the epic man she thought he was.
Well, what was he waiting for? They wouldn't have their souls forever.
She looked to the others in the room. If they were smart they would go to the ONLY ONE who was able to cast a PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL patronus. Like...theirs only distracted dementors...his made them leave.
Clearly she knew what she was doing.
But what...what was she doing? Why was Alexa Cambridge t o u c h i n g him? Again? Hadn't her hug catastrophe from detention been enough???!
Erik sidled away from the girl and into a defensive position in front of her. He wouldn't have her clinging to him but he would do her a favour and be a shield. Of sorts.
...they would be needing more patronuses now. Erik shook himself, forcing himself to focus, and started shooting a few more out of his wand. "Wands out, everyvone," he also calmly ordered the class. "Get behind me." If they could.
He, meanwhile, took a few steps closer to the dementors. Go away go away go away go anywhere but not here.
What? No Patronus Charms this time? If dementors could feel disappointment they certainly would be feeling so right now. Sensing such young and delicious souls oh so close, they swooped in closer, their scabby hands reaching out towards the students.
Come on now, give your favorite dementors a big ol' kissy kissy.
Wands out? HA. As if that would do any good for Toby. Still, he heard the command and hastened to obey. Teacher as a human shield, yes that would do.
Tobias didn't get out from under the desk though, he merely started to travel towards Vinteren's voice via the underdesk express. Choo choo and such.
WAIT THERE WAS ONE NEARBY, GROSS. DEFINITELY A SCABBY HAND UGH IT LOOKED ROTTED.
Toby was having none of it. He was angry because the dementors made him sad. He was sad and angry.
Sangry.
Because he was like 5000% done with these things, he aimed a bad-tempered kick towards what was definitely a dementor as he crawwwwwwled through the desk legs. Only the ones nobody was sitting at though.
"BACK foul creature!" he couldn't help but add.
CRAWLCRAWLCRAWL.
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Minerva watched in horror as Professor awesome only did a small patronus.. SAY WHAT!!! NO.. he was going to do all his big bad awesome super hero patronuses soon.. Yes he had too. She still had Ethan's arm pretty tight sorry Ethan nail marks were probably happening. She felt the cold getting more pronounced and taking over as the dementors grew closer and let out a scream as hands started reaching near her..
She jumped back pretty much in Ethan's lap to get away from them. Fumbling around for her wand, she pulled it from it's holster. She had done a few patronus before, but she was such a failure the last time. She knew Ethan could do them.. He would protect her.. He always protected her... Eyes growing as they swooped in with those horrible hands... DO SOMETHING... Anyone... She felt all the sad getting worse and her brain began to fight just as it did before... Happy.. happy.. stay happy... Professor amazing awesome hurry up and be awesome.. PLEASE....
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Somehow, Sky had managed to hear Vinteren's instructions. Unfortunately, it was right as one of the thingsthey didn't deserve to be called creatures was reaching it's gross scabby hand right out. So, she could hear voices, but they weren't really registering. At all. Until the gross scabby hand TOUCHED HER FACE! "No! Expecto Patronum!" She didn't stop to see if her rather weak boa constrictor met it's mark before scurrying out of her seat and following the rest of the class to stand behind the professor. Because criminal or not, he was their best hope for getting out of this room alive.
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SEE!! Look at him standing there all protectively!! She made the right choice standing there with him, out of harms way. He had patronuses and skills and stuff and she had a life she wanted to live.
Lex peered around him at the others that were also ordered to get behind him if they could. Well. She wasn't sure there was all that much room but so long as she was the one directly standing by Mr. Vinteren then she didn't really care. She reached for her wand, though she didn't see how much good that would do and held it at ready. Something would happen, eventually.
Their hands were reaching out but she knew they wouldn't get by him so she felt completely safe. Even if he didn't care about them he was still gonna protect himself and by doing so he'd protect her too. Geddit?
Now to wait for them to be taken care of.
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What? No Patronus Charms this time? If dementors could feel disappointment they certainly would be feeling so right now. Sensing such young and delicious souls oh so close, they swooped in closer, their scabby hands reaching out towards the students.
Come on now, give your favorite dementors a big ol' kissy kissy.
"Noooooooo!" Erik called out, more insistently this time as his frown deepened into one long line across his face. He walked closer toward the dementors, clearly expecting them to back off now.
"EXPECTO. PATRONUM."
Moar hippogriffs came spewing out the end of his wand, one going to protect the little boy under the desks, one flying over to circle the Slytherin related to Roxanne Carter, and one swooping over the heads of the Ravenclaw with a Hufflepuff in his lap. No, dementors, that is what we say you today. NO.
Ethan could still feel the tight grip of his girlfriend's hand on his arm as he clutched his wand and turned his eyes towards Vinteren. But something was different, the Prefect thought in his panicked state. He wasn't keeping them at bay with his herd of hippogriff patronuses. No.. in fact the man seemed much more nervous than the calm and collect he had displayed the last time he had seen him stand up to the creatures. And this only served to increase the panicky feeling rising up in the Prefect's chest.
A pained expression fell over his face hearing the scream again.. this one not as distant as the others filtering through his mind, his memories growing dark.. and he clung onto Minerva as she jumped back onto his lap, his green eyes landing on the nearest dementor as it reached out its scabby hand towards them. He desperately tried to hold onto happy thoughts.. the Lake.. the Garden.. as he reached his wand out towards it. He had to protect the girl on his lap..
A movement caught his eye, however, and he glanced up at the silvery hippogriff above him, thankful for his Professor's protection. But recent experience told him that the more patronuses, the better.. especially now that there were more of them. Ethan kept focusing on that one small light of happiness in the cloud of darkness and panic in his mind, until he felt it grew enough to be effective. The Lake.. first kiss.. dancing at the fundraiser.. "Expecto Patronum!" His silvery badger leapt from his wand towards the nearest dementor as he tried desperately to keep holding on to his happy memories.
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Laura took her wand out, seriously she had been wanting to see if her Patronus worked ever since, the first dementor had come near her and now she had a chance, she was glad that she had been working on her patronus. "Expecto Patronum!" Laura thought about all her happy times, she really needed to stay happy, she saw a small butterfly come out of her wand, she was glad her grandparent had taught her how to make a patronus.
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She didn't appreciate what was going on, did anyone? Though, she'd just been threatening in that letter and being all fierce but you see, that was in ink and she was talking to a human being. Not a soul-sucking thingy. The color drained out of her face and she just stared with wide eyes at her desk. Maybe if she didn't look at them she'd be fine and unnoticed.
GULP!
The Professor was saying something, wands out? The fourth-year reached for her wand in the holster and tightened her grip around it then stumbled out from behind her desk and got closer to the Professor and the people around her.
Oh the Professor's patronus was a Hippogriff, in any other occasion if she had found out about that she'd have been extremely impressed. She liked Hippogriffs and wished to ride one. Well, it barely registered now.
Instinctively, she backed down and pressed herself against the wall FAR away from the dementors. Maybe they'd actually listen and GO AWAY! And like, they wouldn't notice her. Or Lex....Or her friends. but herself first
And no, she couldn't think of any happy memories. It just felt like she'd spent her entire life miserably. She knew she didn't but couldn't think of anything happy. Other than getting the heck out of here ALIVE!
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"Noooooooo!" Erik called out, more insistently this time as his frown deepened into one long line across his face. He walked closer toward the dementors, clearly expecting them to back off now.
"EXPECTO. PATRONUM."
Moar hippogriffs came spewing out the end of his wand, one going to protect the little boy under the desks, one flying over to circle the Slytherin related to Roxanne Carter, and one swooping over the heads of the Ravenclaw with a Hufflepuff in his lap. No, dementors, that is what we say you today. NO.
Yeah, dementors, NOOOOOOO. LISTEN TO THE MAN.
Toby was trying and trying to crawl but he felt himself slowing right down because sad and cold and nuuuuu. He hadn't even reached the professor yet and he was kind of regretting not taking the shoelace express (ie, walking) to get behind Vinteren.
His crawling now reduced to a pathetic sad!shuffle, Tobias decided to just stop. There was no point in trying to flee. Instead he stayed under the desks he was at and sat there, hugging his knees to his chest, eyes squeezed shut. He was gonna diiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee.
... or now.
Seeing that bright light he remembered from the night of the fright thingy even through his eyelids, Tobias squinted them open and looked to see what was happening. That was a PATRONUS. He was going to be OKAY. Tobias even felt a little better just seeing the light, as though he could sense the positive energy. What the animal was, he had no idea, but he just stayed where he was, silent and protected.
Vinteren was his friend now.
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Asher's heart jumped with pride. His professor had protected them from the Dementors!! He continued to sit, hunched down, behind his desk until the professor gave the all clear. Asher no longer wished for the year to end, he just wanted to know what was going on at Hogwarts.
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When Professor Vinteren told them all to get up and stand behind him with their wands drawn, Dylan did not hesitate to listen. The older man actually looked shook...and that was weird for the Captain. He'd never seen that happen this term...Whenever he'd laid eyes on him, the man had always appeared cool, calm, and collected.
Was he.....scared?
Springing to his feet, Dylan ran...tugging his wand from it holster as he did so and getting behind the Professor. See? He was totally listening...Was he allowed to cast a Patronus now? He kinda didn't want to, if he were being honest. They'd eaten it last time...and really, that had been scary to him...A patronus wasn't a protection anymore...it was a meal. "Professor..." Dylan spoke in low, quick tones. "...I've seen them eat patronuses...." Was casting a bunch of them now REALLY that smart...?
Either way, though...
Breathing...Thinking about the Quidditch cup...and the win...and what it felt like to finally beat Alec Summers, the czar or Quidditch...More breathing and focus...Needed to produce a good one...BREATHING....
"Expecto Patronum!" Seeing as he'd had to cast it to so much this term...the Captain was kinda becoming a boss at it...The Raven burst from his wand and joined Professor Vinteren's hippogriffs. Dylan thought, momentarily of course, that a hippogriff said a lot of the Professor...but now wasn't the time to analyse it too much...
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The flock swooped and continued their rattled breathing, almost as if they were excited to sense the patronuses that came towards them. One easily devoured the boa constrictor like is was a noodle. Another devoured the badger. Suck suck suuuuuuuuuuuck and in went the butterfly. Oh, was that a raven again? Second helpings it was for this dementor.
Each student patronus made for a lovely appetizer for their sweet little souls...
Or not.
The herd of silvery hippogriffs pushed the flock backwards, their scabby hands recoiling back into their black cloaks.
Messaged received, they allowed themselves to be push out of the History of Magic classroom.
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Minerva watched in horror as the dementors seemed to get closer. Why did this keep happening. She had her hand still gripped on Ethan's arm as she coward in his lap. She felt his arm go around her and she finally let her go of her grip. She was cold and tears had started without her even realizing. Hearing words near her ear she saw the badger for a moment before it was gobbled up. This was just not happening... Why did it keep happening.
She just couldn't take anymore and buried her face into Ethan's shoulder. If these things were going to finally get them she wasn't going to watch. Hearing commotion and others doing their patronus she just hoped for the best. Hearing professor awesome's voice she knew if she looked she would see hippogriffs, she really hoped they were attacking the dementors good, but she just was to cold to move.
She was just going to stay shivering with her face hidden in Ethan's shoulder. It would be all over soon one way or the other.. She hoped.
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Welp.
Ella had been casually scribbling her letter to Beezley, humming quietly to herself as she did and trying not to get distracted by the firsty who was hugging Theo, a very amusing sight. He didn't seem to find it amusing, though. She figured he was still warming up to the whole hugging thing still.
And then....
And then.....
UGH. Dementors. WHY?!
The blonde quickly got behind Vinteren, making sure she had eyes on her badgers, friends, and boyfriend. Everyone was okay, right? And why did this keep happening? And why were they able to just gobble up people's patronus' like it was nothing? WHY?
The sixteen year old was feeling very scared and uncomfortable and she just wanted to go back to her dorm now, okay? Could she take her badgers back? Could they go? Was it even safe to?
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What....? Eat patronuses? Sky was about to ask what Dylan meant by that, but then received a first-hand demonstration as the dementors first ate her own patronus, then someone's badger, Laura's butterfly and Dylan's raven. Holy crap. They weren't supposed to be able to do that!!!! Which meant that these were some kind of Super!Dementor. Lovely. Just perfect.
But then, why weren't they eating Vinteren's patronus?
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The dementors were retreating, although not before making it clear that most patronuses did no good against them. In fact, it seemed to feed them. So the question to Mo, with his big ol' Ravenclaw brain, was what was different about Vinteren's patronus? Why did it work, when no one else's did?
Mo found his wand was out in his hand, which was a comfort. At least he tried to fight back, even if he'd never produced a corporeal patronus. He holstered his wand and scooted toward the big scary professor.
"Professor? Why don't they eat your patronus too?"
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