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"What do you think?" Alexandra told in a fatalist tone. "Executed by the Wizengamot. Too dangerous to be authorised to live."
She didn't add that according to the outdated work it had been Lawrence Potter's own family who had betrayed him. It may have been four hundred years ago, but House Potter had clearly accumulated a few skeletons in their closets in their supposed pristine history.
"This is why we're speaking about affinities." Intervened Morag, evidently wishing to come back to a less damaging topic. "Contrary to elemental powers, every wizard or witch has one. It has been proven."
Alexandra chose to not to disagree with this affirmation...the proof Magical Britain sometimes accepted for their theories had not many scientific or really sound foundations.
"If we go this reasoning, I have a Lightning affinity...and the rest of you haven't."
"Yeah."
"Is there a means to validate this assumption?"
"There are instruments, yes. But a lot of them are Ministry-owned. House MacDougal hasn't one."
"Too bad." Alexandra rolled her shoulders. Then she looked at her wand. "Unless...Morag, can magical creatures have an elemental affinity?"
"Sure." Her fellow Ravenclaw answered. "Unlike humans, every member of the same species has the same affinity..." Blue piercing eyes met flashing green ones. "Why?"
"Do you know what the core of my wand is?" The red-haired witch made a negative sign. "It's hydra heartstring."
"Wow." Nigel exhaled.
"Seriously?"
Alexandra nodded.
"That would explain a few things."
"How so?"
"Hydras are one of the rarest magical beasts and they are classed as XXXXXX-class creatures. They are virtually immortal, impossible to kill and all of that. The hydras are renowned to breathe flames or blasts of lightning, their fangs are covered in a multitude of poisons that have few antidotes, and they re-grow twice the heads that have been destroyed."
The long explanation from Morag made both Nigel and Hermione shiver considerably. Rapidly they found other objects of interests to fix their attention upon.
"Charming."
"They're the apex predators in Greece." Shrugged the Heiress of House MacDougal. "And for a good reason."
Silence fell in the improvised training room. Finally it was Nigel who rattled his throat and started anew the conversation.
"Hydra or no Hydra, this room is not exactly the best to train powerful spells. Are you sure there aren't better options?"
"The Duelling Room is closed until the end of times." Reminded Alexandra, classing the list of parchments and books just searched with a quick spell. "By the order of the highest authority, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore himself."
"Bugger." Grumbled Nigel.
"Language!""
"I don't want to admit it, but it's probably a wise decision in this case."
Flitwick had been very tight-lipped about the incident which had led to the end of the Duelling club but there were always rumours in the Common Rooms. Names like Bellatrix Lestrange, the Marauders and many wizards and witches who had died in the previous war.
"Yeah, it would be too bad for the Slytherins and the Gryffindors to leave torrents of blood in a single room."
Surely if the two feuding Houses realised the true cost of a war, they would be a bit less eager to participate in one, no?
"Have we the time to try a few other offensive spells, Nigel?" Demanded Morag.
"No. The match is going to begin in fifteen minutes." Answered the auburn-haired Gryffindor.
"Alexandra? Don't use the most powerful of these spells like the Fulmen Imperator unless it's a life-or-death choice. These Lightning attacks can kill someone if you're not careful."
Alexandra pouted at Morag's warning, murmured a very audible "no fun", and stood from the chair where she had momentarily taken a break. "In that case we should better go, shouldn't we?"
Marching to the door and opening it in one move, Alexandra turned to see only Nigel had followed her. Hermione and Morag were discussing something over a few parchments, in a low voice which screamed 'conspiracy' more than everything.
"You're not coming to see the match?"
The red-haired Ravenclaw and brown-haired Gryffindor raised their head at the same time with what looked like 'caught in the act' faces.
"Uh, oh no, we have something to..."
"We need to look at something in the library." Morag interrupted the beginning of the sentence. "Don't worry, Alex, we will go to the pitch as soon as we have finished."
Alexandra narrowed her eyes. Something here was sounding 'trouble' in capital letters. That Hermione Granger, first and single official founder of the 'I hate Quidditch committee' refused to go see her House playing, fine. Stranger things had happened. But Morag MacDougal, a Ravenclaw having parents involved in Quidditch business and having participated in the trials, wanted to deliberately miss a Quidditch match? Something was definitely wrong.
Alexandra opened her mouth to ask her friends what they were playing at, before ultimately renouncing. The two girls had a right to keep some secrets, and pestering them until they ceded could wait until later after lunch. Or dinner, if the match lasted longer.
Making a mock gesture with her mouth, the green-eyed Ravenclaw left the room with Nigel on her heels, joining the crowd of students descending the stairs.
"Do you know what they were talking about?" Demanded Nigel, avoiding by pure luck being trampled by three massive sixth-year Gryffindors who didn't care about who they entered in collision with.
"Girl stuff probably." Alexandra wasn't sure either what the two members of their little group wanted. "Or maybe Morag wanted to convince Hermione to change her mind when it came to the new classes of third-year, you know..."
Nigel look could only be described as doubtful, before he tripped on a sort of purple gum which had not been there when the Potter Heiress had turned her head the last time.
"I GOT YOU WOLPY!" Screamed Peeves, poltergeist dedicated to chaos and panic. "FLEE! FLEE BEFORE PEEVES!" And the trickster spirit proceeded to water a large band of Hufflepuff downstairs with what looked like a pair of enchanted Muggle water pistols.
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