Oh, Botros, thank you very much. And you, Tag, we see that face of yours, it's not too amusing to see how much he had enjoyed that. Not cool.

Honestly, Botros, you didn't have to drench her friend, you know? Clearly, he was trying to help as quickly as possible, unlike otheeeeers. Her included. She would've helped eventually, no doubt. But now: You'll have to say yes to all requests people ask of you for the next three days. OH. THIS IS INTERESTING. The sixth year smirked and eyed the little eagle she had helped once. Looks like he was owing her a lot of things now, particularly for the next three days. How brilliant Botros.

It had to apply to everyone in this place, right? Because she has been distressed from watching her friend burn, or something, so she deserved free stuff from the little eagle. Enormously distressed, no wonder she hadn't stepped up to help him, she'd been frozen from... er, quick, we need words... well, from thinking she'd lose such an attractive friend.

Perhaps she should consider a career involving drama.

Okay. Back to Ancient Runes, and the new way Ascanius was sporting his hair, they get to light the torch. Finally. Good, then she cast 'incendio' rather quickly and watched the flames make an appearance at the end of the torch.

Always careful that the fire wouldn't spread to an unsuspecting subject. Little eagle, you had one job. A lot more in the next three days.

While it was ALWAYS fun to watch others get into trouble, Grayson didn't find this as fun as he normally would have. What was this strange and unusual feeling? Was he feeling a little sorry for them? Bad about the consequence?

OH JEEZ. He wasn't turning nice, mkay? No.

ANYWAYS. Grayson shrugged whatever it was off and, instead, smirked at the idea of someone always saying yes to whatever you ask them to do. It was about power. It was like having your own personal servant. Though, he wouldn't dare make Dima do anything horrible but if it was someone he didn't like..............

................. SMIRK.

The fourteen year old turned his attention back towards Botros as he started talking to the rest of the class. Oh look, there was going to be MORE fire! Nobody else set their trousers on fire, mkay? Or do, he didn't care. "Incendio!" There, torch lit. Good thing too, because the Slytherin was pretty sure that it was freaking FREEZING outside.

It hilarious no matter how much you glare Ascanius. Nigel would expect the same if it was happening to him. Though getting drenched with ice cold water by Botros was not as funny. Because it was freezing cold out here. Nigel had a weird sense of humor.

The deserved smack to the head stopped Nigel laughing completely. No more thinking of fire puns until he was back in the common room. Maddie got off easy on that punishment. Though Ascanius could tell Dima to do stuff for him.

Yes, he was free from babysitting. Nigel thought as he cast incendio on his torch.

Ready to march to wherever.

The dude getting drenched in water was quite hilarious to Adi but he didn't want to start laughing. It would be so disrespectful considering the guy had been on fire. Firsties. They could be funny. Hehe.

Anyway... "Incendio!'' Adi's torch was lit. And it was instantly warmer. He was grateful for the warmth as this winter was unusually cold. Not even someone who loved winter as much as he did could stand this cold.

Right! He was ready to head outside.

WELL.

Maddie thought the punishment was a BIT unfair seeing as Dima hadn't MEANT to light that dude's trousers on fire and NOW he had to say yes to ALL requests. What if the person asked him to break another rule, HM? WHAT if that older boy who'd been lit on fire asked DIMA to light HIMSELF on fire? Were there limitations? Apparently the professor had it covered, though. He'd better. Dima was her ally and if he suffered, she was going to be MAD. Just saying.

"Maddie, Sir." Not you. Her name was Maddie. WAIT, WHAT? WHAAAAAT? The small brunette's face remained impassive but she thought that having to do something for the guy who couldn't even do a simple water spell was ridiculous. WAIT, could she TEACH him that spell as one of her nice things? She totally could cause SHE knew how to do it. Smirks for him, yup.

P.S. Maddie would have been impressed with Dima's sad kid act if he hadn't given away that they didn't even TAKE this class. Yeah, way to add insult to injury, D-man. The first year simply stood there watched the scene unfold and even gave Dima a reassuring smile when he tried to take the blame. She appreciated that part, actually. A lot.

SCOFF. MADDISON ARABELLA COOPER WAS NO ONE'S SIDEKICK.

"Sure thing, Professor. Looking forward to it." Only not really. The Ravenclaw glanced at the boy she'd need to do nice things for briefly before reaching over and tugging on Dima's sleeve. Could they go? Eyes for the professor.

Now it was time to light this torch. He heard the Professor yell right before he was gonna do the spell. He never heard the professor yell ever...This must be serious. He looked up and saw the little ravenclaw was okay. He seemed fine and now onto the task at hand.

He got his wand out and muttered the incantation, "Incendio!" and then his torch was lit up. He felt the blast of warmth. It felt good to have some warm between his fingers and on his hands.

This was the time Austin was waiting for. Moving! This meant heat and warmth and moving out of the cold classroom. He was ready, but he wasn't going to let his eagerness get the better of him. There was already one commotion for this class, he didn't need a torch zooming into other people's heads. He took a deep breath, and pointed at his torch. "Incendio!" Immediately, the torch levitated out of his hand, and into the air.

He was ready to march, although he was confused as to why they couldn't just walk. Surely it didn't have to be a march, did it?

Show over. It was entertaining while it lasted. Even better since it was unexpected. Turning her attention back to the torch, she scowled a bit. The Kenaz runes weren't glowing as much as they had been. Is it because she'd been distracted? Had to be that. Repeating the process with the rune stone and her wand, she chanted: "Kenaz kenaz kenaz...ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon...ok ek ik ak uk...kaunnnnnnnnn..."

The dim runes' glow revived, causing a small grin to appear on the Slytherin's face. Success was awesome, okay. It was even better when it was at something she enjoyed. Time to like this torch up!

"Incendio!" As promised, the torch lit up nicely. She wasn't able to notice by much how the runes sustained the flame. Glowing was still happening, but maybe she'll be able to tell once they were outside in the ICY grounds FREEZING their bums off.

Benny was momentarily distracted by the firey happenings amongst some of the other boys apparently misbehaving. Couldn't they listen? Or at least know to be careful, especially around fire? He accepted the offered torch when it was finally passed to him, ready to move on when Professor Botros turned his attention back to the rest of the class to tell them how to move on.

However before he could light the torch, the Gryffindor registered that his rune didn't seem like it was glowing anymore. So balancing rune and wand in one hand and torch in the other, Ben chanted the gladr once more. "kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko.. kun kan kin ken kon.. ok ek ik ak ." Maybe twice for good measure was best. "kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko.. kun kan kin ken kon.. ok ek ik ak."
Now it was definitely glowing again, brighter even this time around, and he could light the torch. If he could figure out how without wrecking the system with the rune. The wand needed to reside there...right. Others seemed to have no trouble so it had to be able to be done. Benny absently moved both hands trying to figure it out, finally aiming wand and rune both at the torch. "Incendio..."

Thank Merlin it worked.

OH MY. Zander was concentrating so hard on his torch thing, that he hadn't even realized the fire stuff going on right beside him! A kid was on fire, what? HOW DID ZANDER MISS ALL OF THAT? AWH. He let on a disappointed frown as he only seemed to catch the end of the drama. But oooh punishments? Something seemed to go wrong in every single class these days.

He tried to stifle his chuckle at the firsties objections to their punishments. Maybe runes wasn't too bad? Now back to the torch. He noticed that his torch wasn't doing all to good, so he sighed and tried once more, "Kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko.. kun kan kin ken kon.. ok ek ik ak uk… kaunnnnnnnnn". Runes always made him feel like he was apart of some weird chanting cult.

And now for the flame? Finally. "Incendio," he said as he turned back to the drama group. What would they do next? Oooh.

That was actually really funny and the Gryffindor could see herself running into Dima a lot during the next three days. Lots to be done and none of it she wanted to do herself, you understand. Botros had just given the student population a gift. Far be it from them to NOT take it gratefully and exploit it for the beauty it was. Shame the kid wasn't a Gryffindor, easier access and all.

Maddie's wasn't that bad. Ascanius didn't have time for little people, he probably wouldn't want her around that often anyway. No real exploitation there unless he chose as much.

"Incendio."

Was she meant to keep chanting? The rune was doing a pretty good job of keeping the flame strong...Lex liked to think she'd done a good job of invoking the rune just now. It would last for at least a couple feet outside. No telling how much colder outside would be once they actually got there. Her fire was likely to falter but even then she was sure her runes would do the job.

How soon could they leave?

Sometimes men screamed, yeah? Like, y'know, when they were on FIRE. So when Botros drenched him and his HAIR (a work of art that took upwards of thirty minutes everyday to look like he hadn't put any work into it at all) down, Ascanius tried to bite back a scowl. Sure, he didn't like most male Professors put when one was directly addressing him his disdain couldn't be obvious.

He turned his head to the side and spit out a stream of water.

"M'fine," he mumbled. Though he was shooting DAGGERS at that younger kid. Violence wasn't always the answer, yeah? But it was an answer and when that particular part of his body was in question it might be the only answer. Did he even understand what he had lit on fire? He desperately needed that part of his body.

When Botros led them away, Ascanius glared at Nigel more and mumbled a little, "Jerk," in his bandmates direction. S'fine, whatever. He was on fire, but Nigel could just stand there. Not like he was BURNING to death. Where would he have found another drummer if things had gone south, huh?

And now, besides his hair which had been blown terribly wrong, the rest of his body was freezing and it was cold. Really, really cold. He quickly used a hot-air charm on the rest of his clothes to fix that up, but he couldn't EXACTLY amend the torch marks left on the front of his trousers.

......with a sour face, he mumbled more, "Incendio."

He was properly annoyed.

Drat, it WAS some of the baby Claws, including Mo's very own little buddy person, and he scowled generally at the realization that by ignoring their misdeeds, he'd let them get into trouble. Still, no harm, no foul, right? It wasn't like they'd really hurt themselves or anyone, and it wasn't like they'd lost points.

He winked broadly at Maddie before peeking again at his glowing rune. Still good. "Incendio!" The torch lit up with a little flicker. Mo was tempted to put it out again, since he did know how to do this spell non-verbally. He should have practiced doing it that way, instead.

Whoa. Dude had literally CAUGHT FIRE. FIRE. For the first time ever, Caleb was actually afraid someone was going to DIE in class. But thankfully, that got taken care of, and now Caleb was a bit smug that it wasn't a Slytherin who had been that STUPID. Nope. They were all good, all not-on-fire and whatnot.

"Incendio!" he exclaimed, lighting his torch. The flame was pretty weak, so he started to chant the Galdr so he could make it brighter (and warmer). "kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko.. kun kan kin ken kon.. ok ek ik ak uk… kaunnnnnnnnn..." he chanted. THERE. He had a nice, bright flame, and it was giving off just enough heat for him to warm his hands up.

Text Cut: Maddieee & rest of the class

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

SPOILER!!: Botros and Dima

WELL.

Maddie thought the punishment was a BIT unfair seeing as Dima hadn't MEANT to light that dude's trousers on fire and NOW he had to say yes to ALL requests. What if the person asked him to break another rule, HM? WHAT if that older boy who'd been lit on fire asked DIMA to light HIMSELF on fire? Were there limitations? Apparently the professor had it covered, though. He'd better. Dima was her ally and if he suffered, she was going to be MAD. Just saying.

"Maddie, Sir." Not you. Her name was Maddie. WAIT, WHAT? WHAAAAAT? The small brunette's face remained impassive but she thought that having to do something for the guy who couldn't even do a simple water spell was ridiculous. WAIT, could she TEACH him that spell as one of her nice things? She totally could cause SHE knew how to do it. Smirks for him, yup.

P.S. Maddie would have been impressed with Dima's sad kid act if he hadn't given away that they didn't even TAKE this class. Yeah, way to add insult to injury, D-man. The first year simply stood there watched the scene unfold and even gave Dima a reassuring smile when he tried to take the blame. She appreciated that part, actually. A lot.

SCOFF. MADDISON ARABELLA COOPER WAS NO ONE'S SIDEKICK.

"Sure thing, Professor. Looking forward to it." Only not really. The Ravenclaw glanced at the boy she'd need to do nice things for briefly before reaching over and tugging on Dima's sleeve. Could they go? Eyes for the professor.

Good, good, at least the girl seemed to have the common sense of a student. Botros patted her shoulder, encouragingly, "That's good. You may leave the torch and return to your dorms. I'll send a Patronus to Mr. Kitridge letting him know to expect you there." Because it was well past nine and definitely their curfew time.

To the rest of the class, Ab made sure everybody had the fire was on everybody's torches and not bodies. The Stark kid seemed to handle himself alright, still the professor called out to him, "If you need to skip the rest of the class, son, you can." Botros' coat, though... yeah, pay attention to THAT, please.

"Everyone ready? Get behind me!" Botros moved to the huge double doors, a torch in one hand and his wand in the other. The doors started creaking and slowly opening up for them. "Keep your torch high, it'll help you illuminate our path, stick closely together until we make it down to the lake. If your flame dies, chant the Kenaz Galdr again and it will come back strong. If you need me, get next to me before you ask me something." Because he'd be leading them, naturally.

ooc: - This is the last portion of this class, lesson will wrap up in around 48 hrs.
- There will be narrator posts that you should react to, regarding the marching in general.
- I will be playing with you all the way, so Botros is always here.
- 3 creative, fun posts is how you get full credit for this one.
- Have fun!

So the wobbly chin wasn't doing anything? As soon as he realized his efforts were in vain (which took quite a long time, actually), Dima gave up the crybaby act and just looked genuinely sad. Could he say sorry to the boy he set on fire before he left, though? 'Cause it really was an accident.

"Sorry again, sir," he mumbled, eyes still on the floor before going over to the seventh year with the scorch marks on his trousers. "You too... er... hobo man. I'm real sorry about your pants." And he would gladly do anything he wanted over the next three days. Or three years. Or three millennia.

With that, Dima glumly hobbled on past the desk, hoping the Maddie on his sleeve was coming with him and not upset that he'd gotten her in trouble.

They had lots to tell Kyroh, they did.

A freezing cold drift sweep into the castle as soon as the doors open up. It's snowing outside, light snowflakes falling down and covering Hogwarts Grounds with an extra layer of white. It's not bothersome, you can easily see your way and walk without slipping or wading through. One thing you can't miss, though, is that it's COLD.

Ugh the trouble making firsties were getting a free pass to leave? Even though it was a punishment technically, Zander wanted to leave too PLEASE PROFESSOR? It's FREAKING cold out here! But sigh, Zander put on a smile, though it was fake, and marched right after Botros, trying to keep up though his legs were starting to feel numb!

AND AHHHHHHH SO SO C-CO-COLD OUT HERE, PROFESSOR. How about not going out to the lake and calling it a day? (Or night in this case...) But still. GAH. Marching marching marching and attempting to keep up with this ridiculous pacing. The icy chill is not working out okay.

Cris watched with dismay as the two first years were sent back to their dormitories. He hoped that they wouldn't get into too much trouble with their Head of House. The his attention was drawn to Professor Botros who was now instructing them to follow him down to the lake. Yes!! It was finally time for them to head on down to....

....the freezing cold outdoors.

Wrapping his robes closer around him, Cris held his torch up high and allowed the light from its flame to help him see where he was going. As his torch's flame continued to burn strong and bright, Cris wished that there was a way to transmit its warmth to the rest of his body. His fingers, were warmly protected by his dragon hide gloves, but his legs weren't....and neither was his face.

At the rate his nose was sniffling, Cris suspected nosicles would soon be appearing from his nose, but he still trudged on.

...and they weren't even outdoors until now!!

The freezing cold just ripped through his robes. How could it be so cold, Cris wondered to himself for the umteenth time. He lived in Norway, which was known to have colder winters than where he was now. But for some reason, this wintery cold was different. Unstrangely COLD!!.

With the aid of his torch, Cris looked above him. It was snowing...as expected, and the light snowflakes blanketed everywhere around him...and over him. Cris thanked the fates that the flame on his torch continued to burn strongly as he made his way down to the lake, keeping as close to the Professor as he possibly could. There was no way in heck, he was going to get left behind.

Beverly didn't need to be told twice. She stood up and made her way behind Professor Botros, sure to have the best spot. He was like a shield. A cuddly, squishy shield. Not that she knew that personally, but he looked it. And so he was deemed her personal cuddly-squishy shield. How nice.

Raising her torch high above her head - to avoid catching fire, better not make it two Slytherins in one day - Beverly followed the professor out. The cold air was immediately felt around her. Maybe she'd lower the torch and keep herself warm. Pfft! What was she thinking, as much as she like the warmth, she didn't want to be engulfed in it.

So, pulling her robes tighter around herself, and thanking herself for being clever enough to bring her her mittens, Beverly followed the professor.

UGH. COLD. NO. GO AWAY.

So all they had to do was walk down to the lake together. It seemed a bit too simple, too easy, it made Tag think that there would be something big happening down there, you know? Walking with a torch wasn't hard, you know, unless you were those little kids. Thank you for the entertainment, again. Really.

Anyway, to avoid any possible accidents or anything of the sort, Tag decided to walk all the way in the back of the line. If anything else were to happen, he didn't want to fall victim.

And it was lightly snowing. Tag had not seen the snowflakes up in the Gryffindor tower so figured it must've only just started, which was kinda lame, considering they had to go down to the lake for class in the light snow. Tag, though, did bundle up his robes slightly more against his skin, trying to give himself very little warmth. He even lowered his torch slightly to have the flames flicker closer to his body, but not close, a safe distance.

Tag was watching how the rest of this class would go.

Oh no, it was that Prefect who leaned in to him. If she was going to use another Langlock spell against him again he would set her pants on fire. So he was surprised when all she said those words of common misconception.

Finally , someone understood his humor! The Gryffindor grinned back at her. "Good to know" and then he turned his attention to the Professor.

He grabbed his wand and pointed it at his torch, used the spell and watched it lit fire. Following the rest of the group as they made a line, Kevin was a bit reluctant to go outside in this weather. He wrapped his scarf tighter around his face and put on his robe hoodie. The cold couldn't get any worse than this.... oh boy was he WRONG.

The moment the door opened, he felt an ice-cold breeze hit whatever part of his face was visible and he shivered. Nu-uh , there was NO WAY that he was going out there. Was the Professor CRAZY for letting them 'take a walk' outside in this cold? Did he WANT them all to become sick?!

He still walked with the rest of the group though , keeping as close to them as possible in an attempt to keep warm. At least his torch hadn't gone out yet.

Not needing to be told twice, Lux got into line behind Professor Botros as soon as possible. She did not want to be left behind, and maybe being in a group of people would make her feel a little warmer. You know body heat and all. Of course she didn't want to be set on fire, so it was very important for her to not hold her torch too close; but on the other hand, too far away wasn't good either.

Brrrr, it was so cold!

Bundling up tighter in her layers, Lux began the trek to the lake. There was a light snowfall and she was suffering. Winter was not her time of year. Could summer please arrive now? One thing for sure was that she would definitely need a cup of hot chocolate after this lesson.

Cutty took one look outside at the conditions that awaited them beyond the doors to the castle and sighed. He scratched his bum, pulled out the rune and placed it against his wand and quietly chanted. "Kenaz kenaz kenaz... ku ka ki ke ko...kun kan kin ken kon.. ok ek ik ak uk... kaunnnnn." Chanting. It was practically heartbreaking for the boy. Practically. If he... . Could he use the runes in this manner without uttering a word? Cutty had to remind himself of what Runes could really do to stay focused. That was more important than anything he had going on with his mother. Thank Merlin for Ascanius Stark. Slytherin should've gotten points for that.

He watched, faced washed clear of all emotion, as the little rune glowed brightly before lighting his torch with Incendio. He wasn't bored, or angry, or sad. He was simply shut off.




Ugh. Windchill!factor. The Slytherin's scarf went billowing in a ribbon of silver and green behind him once the winds from the outside found him. He recoiled and pressed his hands tightly to his arms and body. Spotting one of the many new exchange students the school had gotten this year, Cutty hurried up behind him using the big Hufflepuff's body as added protection against the elements. He'd be following that guy for the rest of the journey outdoors provided he went unnoticed. "Ventus." He said lodging the tip of his wand into his clothing and noticing it spread a wind close to his skin that was a great deal warmer than the time he'd done it at the beginning of class.

Yay! They were finally able to light their torches, the main thing that AJ had been looking forward to. A bonfire would be pretty nice too, but this would suffice. "Incendio!" Nothing. Not again. It really was too cold to be fighting with some incantation. "Incendio!" This time it worked, and she had flames.

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Why, WHY did they have to go to the black lake? AJ noticed her sister was huddled and looking extremely cold. Who wasn't cold though? She walked over to her with her lit torch and placed her left arm around her while the right held tight unto the torch. It would be a shame if Angel's hair caught on fire. "Maybe we can stay warmer together."

At the professor's request, AJ pulled her sister with her and lined up behind him. She was hoping that they would all be able to just sit here and roach marshmallows and see if anybody else caught on fire, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. Shame too, if this professor could have made that happen he would have been her new favorite. Just food for thought.

All of a sudden it seemed like the temperature dropped twenty degrees. A shiver shook her from her head to her toes. "Is it just m.. me or did it just get c...c...colder?" Which was weird considering they were carrying torches and all. Oh great it was snowing too.