THE LONELY GATE HOUSE
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 5
Professor O'Dowd taught druidic studies. He was tall younger funny looking man with wild dark Irish curls. His hair reminded Sassy of Melvins. The class was small with just the eight of the sixth years in attendance. They met outside at a snowy spruce tree that stood in the back of the school grounds.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen." Professor O'Dowd smiled. "How did your bows fair over the Holidays?"
"Fine." Everyone said.
"Miss Bucket?" The professor asked.
Sassy dropped the hood of her cloak to reveal herself and her shocking pink hair.
"Here Professor." Sassy smiled.
"You won't have a bow to have taken care of over the holidays. Do you know why we do so?" Professor O'Dowd asked.
"It's a sympathetic magic ritual intended to bring upon an early spring and bountiful year." Sasporilla said having read the books on druidic studies and their interactions with trees.
"You may take one now from the spruce to attempt to keep alive until spring." Professor O'Dowd said.
Sasporilla stepped forward and stretched out her sences to the tree. She felt it in nature and connected to it.
"Excuse me Mr.Spruce tree." Sasporilla said. "Is there a bough of yours that I can take that would help you in any way?"
"Help me?" The tree asked. "Not unless you can take the one that is growing across my inner branches causing me pain! That one I will give you with my thanks."
Sasporilla stuck her head deep into the branched of the spruce tree. She looked around until she found it.
"This one?" Sassy asked.
"Yes." The tree said. "It causes me much discomfort."
Sasporilla drew her wand and cast a numbing spell on the base of the bough. Then with a fast slash she cast a cutting spell and pulled the bough free of where it grew, rubbing against the trees inner branches, wearing off bark and cutting into the wood.
"There." Sasporilla smiled. "I thank you for your gift."
"Thank you for asking me." The tree said pleased.
"What in the fek was all that gruntin' and groanin'." Professor O'Dowd asked.
"I was asking the tree which branch I could take that could help it grow better." Sassy said holding up the bough.
"Well." The professor said. "Yer tellin me ya can talk t' plants?"
"Yes Professor." Sasporilla said. "And animals. I also have command of the four elements."
"Fer fek sakes if you can already do all of dat, what are ya doin' in dis class." Professor O'Dowd asked.
"I'm here because, even though I can do everything, I'm smart enough to know I don't know everything." Sasporilla said humbly. "I'm hoping to learn the things I don't know, which I assume is a lot that you do Professor."
"A very well said wise answer Miss Bucket." Professor O'Dowd smiled. "Five points to Gryffindor!"
"I'm actually a Hufflepuff sir." Sassy smiled.
"Really!" Professor O'Dowd smiled from ear to ear. "So was I! Is Sprout still house head?"
"Yes Professor." Sasporilla smiled.
"Just between you me and da tree," Professor O'Dowd said, "I always fancied her. I like dem short an stout like her ya see."
"That's a bit to much information Professor." Sasporilla laughed.
"Right, right." Professor O'Dowd laughed. "Now let's head indoors and we'll go over a bit from da books."
There was nothing they covered that first day Sasporilla didn't know about the natural world. She wasn't sure she agreed with some of the rituals that still just took from nature without properly asking first but Professor O'Dowd assured her these ancient rituals represented a covenant between man and nature that was thousands of years old.
Lunch consisted of fish sticks and chips. The food at Droorlily was no where near as good or as abundant as it was in the Hogwarts great hall. When Wendy showed her around she got a glimpse of the kitchens. There were no more than half a dozen house elves in all. There were less than that in the laundry's. They were all terribly over worked. Sasporilla was determined to get to know them in her stay.
Biorythmatics was fascinating but it was indeed math, and Sasporilla was an average student when it came to math. At least until she finally got it, then she knew it and would never forget. However she always felt a bit behind everyone else when it came to comprehending equations and resultants and other math related words she was sure they were making up just to confuse her.
Professor Callaghan was a tall thin English woman with a long thin hooked nose, dark hair tied back so tight she could barely blink, and a face so sour it made lemons pucker. She taught Biorythmatics with strict repetition and harsh punishments for failure.
Incorrect Miss Bucket. Professor Callaghan said touching her wand to Sassys hand and giving her a sharp shock.
"Ouch!" Sasporilla protested. "It's no wonder everyone here hates the English!"
"You're English?" Professor Callaghan asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla said. "I'm from Essex."
"Give me your hand and I'll take the sting away." The professor said. "I thought you one of these animals."
Sasporilla looked at the woman in disbelief. "No." Sassy said defiantly. "Don't treat me any differently from these other human beings. I'd rather be thought of as an animal and counted amongst them than be seen as a monster and counted with the likes of you!"
The glow from the professors wand was clearly a whip spell. As she lifted her wand a blue magical whip uncurled from the tip and down the woman's back. She brought it forward to slash Sasporilla in the face but Sassy snapped her fingers covering her left hand in green light and caught the whip in her palm. She wrapped the whip around her palm and pulled the wand from the startled professors hand.
Sassy stood and grasped the teachers wand in both hands.
"You're a horrid witch." Sasporilla said. "I don't know why you are like you are but if you harm another student, as you have me EVER, I will snap your wand and come for you. To wherever you are, from wherever I am!"
The class kept there heads down with the exception of Murphy who smiled from ear to ear. Sasporilla handed the wand back to the witch and took her seat.
"Who do you think you are young lady?" Professor Callaghan asked.
"I'm Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket." Sassy said sternly. "And I hate bullies."
Sasporilla had shocked the woman to her core. In many ways Sassy was just amazed she hadn't gotten detention. The class continued as professor Callaghan went over the maths again.
T= # of days since birth
Physical = sin(2piT)/23
Emotional = sin(2piT)/28
Intellectual = sin(2piT)/33
"This is the sum total of all Biorythmatics is!" Professor Callaghan said. "There is only interpretation of the waves and how they effect you after! Get these equations through your thick skulls. Now do them again for Birth date August 1st, 1899."
Dinner was corned beef and cabbage. Sasporilla was very polite and ate was placed before her, but she absolutely detested cabbage! When everyone else had finished supper and headed to the dorms, Sasporilla stayed back waiting for a house elf.
"Excuse me miss." A house elf asked appearing beside Sasporilla. "I hates to bothers you but I needs to clean ups if you don't minds. It's weaving class night you sees."
"Weaving class?" Sasporilla smiled curiously.
"Oh yes!" The house elf smiled snapping his fingers and gathering the dirty dishes and cups to one table. "Weaving is a secret elf skill! I probably shouldn't have told you that."
"Do you think I could come to the class?" Sasporilla asked.
"Oh no!" The house elf said. "Your a witch! We have different kinds of magic!"
"Do we?" Sasporilla said snapping her fingers and transported her and the elf & placed the dishes into the kitchen, by the sink.
The elf shook head and rubbed his eyes. "You snapped us here?"
"I did indeed!" Sassy smiled snapping her fingers, turning on the water and levitating the dises one by one to be cleaned by an enchanted rag and dried by a large cloth.
"But that's not possible!" The house elf said in disbelief.
"It is if your a witch who's great grandfather was a descendant of the Stilskin blood line." Sassy smiled warmly.
"You're an elf?" The house elf asked wide eyed.
"Part elf yes." Sassy said. "My name is Sasporilla Bucket, my grand aunt was Daisy."
"Princess!" The house elf bowed. "I am Gooblik, just a humble house elf."
"Hi Gooblik it is so nice to meet you." Sasporilla said holding out her hand.
"You would shake my hand?" Gooblick said with a trembling smile.
"I believe no one is lesser or greater than anyone else." Sasporilla said. "Some think me their better and many think me their lesser. I don't believe in thinking that way. We should all be considered equal and judged on our hearts and our actions."
"Gooblik will take you to the weaving class!" The house elf smiled.
The class was in a sub basement that was little more than a natural cave used as a cold cellar. There was a magical ball of light hanging in the center of the room and chairs set up in circles pointed to a teacher who stood in the center.
"Gooblik! You're late!" The elf weaving teacher snapped. "And you've brought a WITCH with you!"
"Forgive me Harminster sir." Gooblik apologized, "but I had duties to attend to."
"And the witch?" Harminster growled.
"I'm Sasporilla Bucket." Sassy smiled holding out her hand.
"Witches and Wizards aren't welcome here!" Harminster screamed. "This is our space and ours alone."
"I'm sorry but..." Sasporilla said.
"I order you to leave Witch!" The elf yelled. "Your kind and ours do not mingle."
"Thank goodness my great grand mother a witch and great grand father a house elf, hadn't felt the hate you do. I would never have been born."
"She is of the Stilskin line." Gooblik protested. "And she has the gift!"
The colour drained from Harmiesters face
Sasporilla turned to leave.
"Wait!" Harminster said, "If you really are of royal blood then you should be able to prove to us all that you have the ability to weave."
Sasporilla turned and plucked at the air. She wove a crude plate like structure that hung there unable to fall as it was still attached to the fabric of magic. Harminster jumped down from his raised platform and came over to inspect it skeptically. He waved his finger through the magical strands that held it in place and the plate dropped into his hands. He looked it over, spun it around and looked at the back of it.
"Crude," Harminster said, "but woven from the fabric of magic as only a person of elven blood could do it. Please sit and join us if you truly wish to learn.
"Thank you sir." Sasporilla said shocking the older house elf. "I would very much like to learn from you. There is so much I feel you can teach me."
A witch that not only treated him with respect but was humble enough to admit they didn't know everything. Harminster had never met any human witch or wizard like this before. In many ways his heart melted, though he would never dare show it.
"Good." Harminster began. "What was wrong with her weave?"
"It was crude." One elf said.
"Yes it was but that is because she is new." Harminster said. "What is fundamentally wrong with it though?"
"It was not detached from the fabric of magic when completed?" Gooblik answered tentatively.
"Yes Gooblik!" Harminster said.
"Are you completely untrained in the basics girl?"
"I know how to join threads in the magical fabric and separate the light and dark strands but really that's all." Sasporilla answered honestly.
"Well then I see you have a lot to learn." Harminster said. "The next week will be for independent projects, while I school our new pupil in the basic ways of weaving.
Professor O'Dowd taught druidic studies. He was tall younger funny looking man with wild dark Irish curls. His hair reminded Sassy of Melvins. The class was small with just the eight of the sixth years in attendance. They met outside at a snowy spruce tree that stood in the back of the school grounds.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen." Professor O'Dowd smiled. "How did your bows fair over the Holidays?"
"Fine." Everyone said.
"Miss Bucket?" The professor asked.
Sassy dropped the hood of her cloak to reveal herself and her shocking pink hair.
"Here Professor." Sassy smiled.
"You won't have a bow to have taken care of over the holidays. Do you know why we do so?" Professor O'Dowd asked.
"It's a sympathetic magic ritual intended to bring upon an early spring and bountiful year." Sasporilla said having read the books on druidic studies and their interactions with trees.
"You may take one now from the spruce to attempt to keep alive until spring." Professor O'Dowd said.
Sasporilla stepped forward and stretched out her sences to the tree. She felt it in nature and connected to it.
"Excuse me Mr.Spruce tree." Sasporilla said. "Is there a bough of yours that I can take that would help you in any way?"
"Help me?" The tree asked. "Not unless you can take the one that is growing across my inner branches causing me pain! That one I will give you with my thanks."
Sasporilla stuck her head deep into the branched of the spruce tree. She looked around until she found it.
"This one?" Sassy asked.
"Yes." The tree said. "It causes me much discomfort."
Sasporilla drew her wand and cast a numbing spell on the base of the bough. Then with a fast slash she cast a cutting spell and pulled the bough free of where it grew, rubbing against the trees inner branches, wearing off bark and cutting into the wood.
"There." Sasporilla smiled. "I thank you for your gift."
"Thank you for asking me." The tree said pleased.
"What in the fek was all that gruntin' and groanin'." Professor O'Dowd asked.
"I was asking the tree which branch I could take that could help it grow better." Sassy said holding up the bough.
"Well." The professor said. "Yer tellin me ya can talk t' plants?"
"Yes Professor." Sasporilla said. "And animals. I also have command of the four elements."
"Fer fek sakes if you can already do all of dat, what are ya doin' in dis class." Professor O'Dowd asked.
"I'm here because, even though I can do everything, I'm smart enough to know I don't know everything." Sasporilla said humbly. "I'm hoping to learn the things I don't know, which I assume is a lot that you do Professor."
"A very well said wise answer Miss Bucket." Professor O'Dowd smiled. "Five points to Gryffindor!"
"I'm actually a Hufflepuff sir." Sassy smiled.
"Really!" Professor O'Dowd smiled from ear to ear. "So was I! Is Sprout still house head?"
"Yes Professor." Sasporilla smiled.
"Just between you me and da tree," Professor O'Dowd said, "I always fancied her. I like dem short an stout like her ya see."
"That's a bit to much information Professor." Sasporilla laughed.
"Right, right." Professor O'Dowd laughed. "Now let's head indoors and we'll go over a bit from da books."
There was nothing they covered that first day Sasporilla didn't know about the natural world. She wasn't sure she agreed with some of the rituals that still just took from nature without properly asking first but Professor O'Dowd assured her these ancient rituals represented a covenant between man and nature that was thousands of years old.
Lunch consisted of fish sticks and chips. The food at Droorlily was no where near as good or as abundant as it was in the Hogwarts great hall. When Wendy showed her around she got a glimpse of the kitchens. There were no more than half a dozen house elves in all. There were less than that in the laundry's. They were all terribly over worked. Sasporilla was determined to get to know them in her stay.
Biorythmatics was fascinating but it was indeed math, and Sasporilla was an average student when it came to math. At least until she finally got it, then she knew it and would never forget. However she always felt a bit behind everyone else when it came to comprehending equations and resultants and other math related words she was sure they were making up just to confuse her.
Professor Callaghan was a tall thin English woman with a long thin hooked nose, dark hair tied back so tight she could barely blink, and a face so sour it made lemons pucker. She taught Biorythmatics with strict repetition and harsh punishments for failure.
Incorrect Miss Bucket. Professor Callaghan said touching her wand to Sassys hand and giving her a sharp shock.
"Ouch!" Sasporilla protested. "It's no wonder everyone here hates the English!"
"You're English?" Professor Callaghan asked.
"Yes." Sasporilla said. "I'm from Essex."
"Give me your hand and I'll take the sting away." The professor said. "I thought you one of these animals."
Sasporilla looked at the woman in disbelief. "No." Sassy said defiantly. "Don't treat me any differently from these other human beings. I'd rather be thought of as an animal and counted amongst them than be seen as a monster and counted with the likes of you!"
The glow from the professors wand was clearly a whip spell. As she lifted her wand a blue magical whip uncurled from the tip and down the woman's back. She brought it forward to slash Sasporilla in the face but Sassy snapped her fingers covering her left hand in green light and caught the whip in her palm. She wrapped the whip around her palm and pulled the wand from the startled professors hand.
Sassy stood and grasped the teachers wand in both hands.
"You're a horrid witch." Sasporilla said. "I don't know why you are like you are but if you harm another student, as you have me EVER, I will snap your wand and come for you. To wherever you are, from wherever I am!"
The class kept there heads down with the exception of Murphy who smiled from ear to ear. Sasporilla handed the wand back to the witch and took her seat.
"Who do you think you are young lady?" Professor Callaghan asked.
"I'm Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket." Sassy said sternly. "And I hate bullies."
Sasporilla had shocked the woman to her core. In many ways Sassy was just amazed she hadn't gotten detention. The class continued as professor Callaghan went over the maths again.
T= # of days since birth
Physical = sin(2piT)/23
Emotional = sin(2piT)/28
Intellectual = sin(2piT)/33
"This is the sum total of all Biorythmatics is!" Professor Callaghan said. "There is only interpretation of the waves and how they effect you after! Get these equations through your thick skulls. Now do them again for Birth date August 1st, 1899."
Dinner was corned beef and cabbage. Sasporilla was very polite and ate was placed before her, but she absolutely detested cabbage! When everyone else had finished supper and headed to the dorms, Sasporilla stayed back waiting for a house elf.
"Excuse me miss." A house elf asked appearing beside Sasporilla. "I hates to bothers you but I needs to clean ups if you don't minds. It's weaving class night you sees."
"Weaving class?" Sasporilla smiled curiously.
"Oh yes!" The house elf smiled snapping his fingers and gathering the dirty dishes and cups to one table. "Weaving is a secret elf skill! I probably shouldn't have told you that."
"Do you think I could come to the class?" Sasporilla asked.
"Oh no!" The house elf said. "Your a witch! We have different kinds of magic!"
"Do we?" Sasporilla said snapping her fingers and transported her and the elf & placed the dishes into the kitchen, by the sink.
The elf shook head and rubbed his eyes. "You snapped us here?"
"I did indeed!" Sassy smiled snapping her fingers, turning on the water and levitating the dises one by one to be cleaned by an enchanted rag and dried by a large cloth.
"But that's not possible!" The house elf said in disbelief.
"It is if your a witch who's great grandfather was a descendant of the Stilskin blood line." Sassy smiled warmly.
"You're an elf?" The house elf asked wide eyed.
"Part elf yes." Sassy said. "My name is Sasporilla Bucket, my grand aunt was Daisy."
"Princess!" The house elf bowed. "I am Gooblik, just a humble house elf."
"Hi Gooblik it is so nice to meet you." Sasporilla said holding out her hand.
"You would shake my hand?" Gooblick said with a trembling smile.
"I believe no one is lesser or greater than anyone else." Sasporilla said. "Some think me their better and many think me their lesser. I don't believe in thinking that way. We should all be considered equal and judged on our hearts and our actions."
"Gooblik will take you to the weaving class!" The house elf smiled.
The class was in a sub basement that was little more than a natural cave used as a cold cellar. There was a magical ball of light hanging in the center of the room and chairs set up in circles pointed to a teacher who stood in the center.
"Gooblik! You're late!" The elf weaving teacher snapped. "And you've brought a WITCH with you!"
"Forgive me Harminster sir." Gooblik apologized, "but I had duties to attend to."
"And the witch?" Harminster growled.
"I'm Sasporilla Bucket." Sassy smiled holding out her hand.
"Witches and Wizards aren't welcome here!" Harminster screamed. "This is our space and ours alone."
"I'm sorry but..." Sasporilla said.
"I order you to leave Witch!" The elf yelled. "Your kind and ours do not mingle."
"Thank goodness my great grand mother a witch and great grand father a house elf, hadn't felt the hate you do. I would never have been born."
"She is of the Stilskin line." Gooblik protested. "And she has the gift!"
The colour drained from Harmiesters face
Sasporilla turned to leave.
"Wait!" Harminster said, "If you really are of royal blood then you should be able to prove to us all that you have the ability to weave."
Sasporilla turned and plucked at the air. She wove a crude plate like structure that hung there unable to fall as it was still attached to the fabric of magic. Harminster jumped down from his raised platform and came over to inspect it skeptically. He waved his finger through the magical strands that held it in place and the plate dropped into his hands. He looked it over, spun it around and looked at the back of it.
"Crude," Harminster said, "but woven from the fabric of magic as only a person of elven blood could do it. Please sit and join us if you truly wish to learn.
"Thank you sir." Sasporilla said shocking the older house elf. "I would very much like to learn from you. There is so much I feel you can teach me."
A witch that not only treated him with respect but was humble enough to admit they didn't know everything. Harminster had never met any human witch or wizard like this before. In many ways his heart melted, though he would never dare show it.
"Good." Harminster began. "What was wrong with her weave?"
"It was crude." One elf said.
"Yes it was but that is because she is new." Harminster said. "What is fundamentally wrong with it though?"
"It was not detached from the fabric of magic when completed?" Gooblik answered tentatively.
"Yes Gooblik!" Harminster said.
"Are you completely untrained in the basics girl?"
"I know how to join threads in the magical fabric and separate the light and dark strands but really that's all." Sasporilla answered honestly.
"Well then I see you have a lot to learn." Harminster said. "The next week will be for independent projects, while I school our new pupil in the basic ways of weaving.
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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.