Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Friendship
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 3
Charms class brought Sasporilla bucket yet another surprise. As the young witches and wizards around her spoke there incantations and waved there wands she noticed for the first time how the motions of the wand pulled at gossamer thin strings of light and how the words formed them into shapes around the wand. When cast the light flew from the wand and created its desired effect. She sat there watching the same thing happen over and over again. She looked around her and saw the light strands floating like thin spider webs all around her. She waved her hand in them breaking them apart as she moved. They floated free and reformed with other strings.
"Is there a problem Miss Bucket?" Professor Flitwick asked directly in front of her.
"No professor." Sasporilla said her attentions returning to the class. "It's just that I can almost see the magic."
Professor Flitwick leaned in closer. "Like strands of light intertwining?"
"Yes!" Sasporilla said excitedly.
"Stay after class Miss Bucket." Professor Flitwick said walking away.
Sasporilla didn't know what she'd said wrong but it looked like she was in detention again.
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"Am I in trouble sir." Sasporilla asked, as Professor Flitwick closed the class room door, after the last of the students departed.
"Not at all Miss Bucket." Professor Flitwick smiled reassuringly excited. "I am sorry if I worried you. You may or may not know that my small stature is from having an elf bloodline in my family. What you are seeing is something very few witches and wizards see but ELVES can!"
Professor Flitwick took Sasporillas hand and lead her to the middle of the room. As they stood she could see the strands of light begin to appear again.
"You see Miss Bucket, what you are seeing is the fabric of our magical energy that exists in and around all things. It is what binds us all together."
"It's beautiful." Sasporilla said exhilarated standing amidst its silvery strands. "It's almost a shame to wave a wand through them. Ripping holes and tearing strands to collect them like candy floss on ones wand."
"Indeed it is but they do fill back in." Professor Flitwick insisted. "That is the basis of how most do magic. For elves of course the magic flows through them so with a quick snap of the fingers we can produce any effect that floats through their imagination."
"Are there other ways Professor?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes of course." Professor Flitwick said walking away.
"How is that done Professor Flitwick?" Sasporilla asked full of wonder.
"There are elves known as WEAVERS." Professor Flitwick said. "They do not wave wands or snap there fingers. They use there fingers to gently pull and tug at the strands of magic so that they cross and join. Making new patterns amongst the energy without breaking it from its natural state."
Sasporilla tugged and tore a strand of magical energy. She felt bad but as professor Flitwick had said, it quickly filled in. Then she tried again but with more grace and gentility. The strand crossed another and linked. She did it again and again until something resembling a string art circle floated in the air before her.
"Unbelievable." Professor Flitwick said attempting to wave his wand through it but finding the object as solid as a shield, and quite unmoveable.
"This is impossible." Professor Flitwick mused. "Unless...."
"What?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes. Yes," Professor Flitwick mused. "That would explain a lot."
"What?" Sasporilla insisted.
"It's not for me to say Miss Bucket." Professor Flitwick said quickly opening the class room door. "Thank you so much for staying behind. Good day."
Charms class brought Sasporilla bucket yet another surprise. As the young witches and wizards around her spoke there incantations and waved there wands she noticed for the first time how the motions of the wand pulled at gossamer thin strings of light and how the words formed them into shapes around the wand. When cast the light flew from the wand and created its desired effect. She sat there watching the same thing happen over and over again. She looked around her and saw the light strands floating like thin spider webs all around her. She waved her hand in them breaking them apart as she moved. They floated free and reformed with other strings.
"Is there a problem Miss Bucket?" Professor Flitwick asked directly in front of her.
"No professor." Sasporilla said her attentions returning to the class. "It's just that I can almost see the magic."
Professor Flitwick leaned in closer. "Like strands of light intertwining?"
"Yes!" Sasporilla said excitedly.
"Stay after class Miss Bucket." Professor Flitwick said walking away.
Sasporilla didn't know what she'd said wrong but it looked like she was in detention again.
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"Am I in trouble sir." Sasporilla asked, as Professor Flitwick closed the class room door, after the last of the students departed.
"Not at all Miss Bucket." Professor Flitwick smiled reassuringly excited. "I am sorry if I worried you. You may or may not know that my small stature is from having an elf bloodline in my family. What you are seeing is something very few witches and wizards see but ELVES can!"
Professor Flitwick took Sasporillas hand and lead her to the middle of the room. As they stood she could see the strands of light begin to appear again.
"You see Miss Bucket, what you are seeing is the fabric of our magical energy that exists in and around all things. It is what binds us all together."
"It's beautiful." Sasporilla said exhilarated standing amidst its silvery strands. "It's almost a shame to wave a wand through them. Ripping holes and tearing strands to collect them like candy floss on ones wand."
"Indeed it is but they do fill back in." Professor Flitwick insisted. "That is the basis of how most do magic. For elves of course the magic flows through them so with a quick snap of the fingers we can produce any effect that floats through their imagination."
"Are there other ways Professor?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes of course." Professor Flitwick said walking away.
"How is that done Professor Flitwick?" Sasporilla asked full of wonder.
"There are elves known as WEAVERS." Professor Flitwick said. "They do not wave wands or snap there fingers. They use there fingers to gently pull and tug at the strands of magic so that they cross and join. Making new patterns amongst the energy without breaking it from its natural state."
Sasporilla tugged and tore a strand of magical energy. She felt bad but as professor Flitwick had said, it quickly filled in. Then she tried again but with more grace and gentility. The strand crossed another and linked. She did it again and again until something resembling a string art circle floated in the air before her.
"Unbelievable." Professor Flitwick said attempting to wave his wand through it but finding the object as solid as a shield, and quite unmoveable.
"This is impossible." Professor Flitwick mused. "Unless...."
"What?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes. Yes," Professor Flitwick mused. "That would explain a lot."
"What?" Sasporilla insisted.
"It's not for me to say Miss Bucket." Professor Flitwick said quickly opening the class room door. "Thank you so much for staying behind. Good day."
PLEASE REMEMBER
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.