Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 13
Sasporilla enjoyed her lessons with Drooble. He was positive, encouraging and kind. She always learned so much. Her lessons with Weerlow on the other hand were always most unpleasant. This weekend both Drooble and Weerlow wanted to see her by the side of the Black Lake.
Sasporilla walked down to the shoreline there she saw Drooble sitting on a rock smoking his pipe and Weerlow dancing to some tune only he could hear.
"Ah here she is now." Drooble said.
"Good morning Drooble sir." Sasporilla smiled. "Mr.Weerlow."
"Good lets get this over with." Weerlow snuffed.
"What is it you both have to teach me?" Sasporilla asked.
"What is this difference between water and earth?" Weerlow asked.
"Waters soft. Earth is hard." Sasporilla said defiantly.
"Ah!" Drooble said. "Yes! This is the problem!"
Sasporilla looked at them still not understanding.
"Water is soft when you enter slowly." Drooble said. "It is soft when it flows gently. When you hit the water fast the water turns as stone. When it hits fast it crushes and destroys.
"Earth", Weerlow said, "moves and flows like water. It can be as fluid. It can be solid. It can be comforting home and harsh desolation."
"Yes I do understand." Sasporilla said.
"Your mind thinks it knows but you do not feel it." Weerlow said snapping his fingers.
Sasporilla nearly lost her balance as a wave passed through the soil. A low vibration caused the earth to turn as water. The young witch began to sink and clawed at the dirt that was like water. Water shot up into the air landing on her hard as stone. The earth hardened around her as the water trickled into her gaping mouth choking her. Sasporilla fought with all her might clawing her way through the earth to the surface. She pulled herself free of the earths grasp. She rolled over on her back coughing and spitting up water and earth. She laid on the shore, half in the water and half on the Earth. She felt the low lapping waves of water. No. It was a wave in the earth. No. It was both. They each flowed in there own way, the same, but different.
Sasporilla lay there feeling the Earth as she felt the water. Fluid, solid, alive with life. The earth broken down to its finest parts existed within her. She was as the Earth crumbling into the soil. Her body was the land, her limbs the plants, the life the animals. She moved amongst them as they moved above her. To be as wood, creaking in the breeze. To be as stone hard and unmoving. To be a deer leaping through the bushes but she would not lose herself this time. She reappeared on the shore standing before a very pleased Drooble and an amazed Weerlow.
"Well by joe I think shes got it," Weerlow said.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Drooble danced. "Miss Sasporilla understands!"
"I see the difference and the similarities of the water and the Earth." Sasporilla said.
"Yes." Weerlow said. "Now lets teach you to use them."
Sasporilla enjoyed her lessons with Drooble. He was positive, encouraging and kind. She always learned so much. Her lessons with Weerlow on the other hand were always most unpleasant. This weekend both Drooble and Weerlow wanted to see her by the side of the Black Lake.
Sasporilla walked down to the shoreline there she saw Drooble sitting on a rock smoking his pipe and Weerlow dancing to some tune only he could hear.
"Ah here she is now." Drooble said.
"Good morning Drooble sir." Sasporilla smiled. "Mr.Weerlow."
"Good lets get this over with." Weerlow snuffed.
"What is it you both have to teach me?" Sasporilla asked.
"What is this difference between water and earth?" Weerlow asked.
"Waters soft. Earth is hard." Sasporilla said defiantly.
"Ah!" Drooble said. "Yes! This is the problem!"
Sasporilla looked at them still not understanding.
"Water is soft when you enter slowly." Drooble said. "It is soft when it flows gently. When you hit the water fast the water turns as stone. When it hits fast it crushes and destroys.
"Earth", Weerlow said, "moves and flows like water. It can be as fluid. It can be solid. It can be comforting home and harsh desolation."
"Yes I do understand." Sasporilla said.
"Your mind thinks it knows but you do not feel it." Weerlow said snapping his fingers.
Sasporilla nearly lost her balance as a wave passed through the soil. A low vibration caused the earth to turn as water. The young witch began to sink and clawed at the dirt that was like water. Water shot up into the air landing on her hard as stone. The earth hardened around her as the water trickled into her gaping mouth choking her. Sasporilla fought with all her might clawing her way through the earth to the surface. She pulled herself free of the earths grasp. She rolled over on her back coughing and spitting up water and earth. She laid on the shore, half in the water and half on the Earth. She felt the low lapping waves of water. No. It was a wave in the earth. No. It was both. They each flowed in there own way, the same, but different.
Sasporilla lay there feeling the Earth as she felt the water. Fluid, solid, alive with life. The earth broken down to its finest parts existed within her. She was as the Earth crumbling into the soil. Her body was the land, her limbs the plants, the life the animals. She moved amongst them as they moved above her. To be as wood, creaking in the breeze. To be as stone hard and unmoving. To be a deer leaping through the bushes but she would not lose herself this time. She reappeared on the shore standing before a very pleased Drooble and an amazed Weerlow.
"Well by joe I think shes got it," Weerlow said.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Drooble danced. "Miss Sasporilla understands!"
"I see the difference and the similarities of the water and the Earth." Sasporilla said.
"Yes." Weerlow said. "Now lets teach you to use them."
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I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.
I am in no way affiliated with Warner Bros. or with J.K.Rowling. My work is purely that of fan fiction & do not ask for, nor accept money, gifts or other compensation for my work. If you really feel you must do something, research which charities J.K.Rowling donates to, then donate to them as such.