The University of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 4
The Arts and Design building of Avalon University was the easiest to find in all of Avalon City! Of all the grand buildings of Avalon, with their ornate classical architectures the Arts building stood out with its simple ultra modern glass and steel box design. Like a modern sky scraper in any muggle city from home.
Sasporilla Bucket set her broom down gently on the walk way of Arts and design building. A large modern statue, hewn from marble, flowed in form. Shifting from something angular to something more rounded of form with holes in it. Sasporilla thought it sort of looked like an ocean wave.
Magical art was something that fascinated Sasporilla. The way painters captured not just the image but the essence of the subject, bringing it seemingly to life as if by magic!
Sasporilla headed up the intricate stonework path way. She had little time to stop and appreciate the intricacies of the mosaics or its inlays. Sassy stepped through the big double doors into a huge marble lobby of the arts and design building. A very official looking security guard sat at a very uncomfortable looking small desk in the lobby’s center.
"May I help you miss?" The guard asked.
"I have an appointment with professor Splatterpalette?" Sasporilla said.
May I see your letter please?" the guard asked holding out his hand.
Sasporilla handed over the letter happily. The guard read the letter, placed it on the table and rubber stamped it. With a smile he handed it back.
"Welcome Miss Bucket." The guard said. "The professor is expecting you. Go right in."
"Go right in where?" Sasporilla asked.
"Who are you talking to?" A voice asked from behind Sasporilla.
Sasporilla realized she was no longer standing in the large open marble lobby. She was now in an office, filled with paintings and sculptures. A statue of a frog sitting in a lotus position with its hands stretched up above its head stared her in the face. Strange lilting guitar twisted the air around her. The smell of a butter beer candle burned some where in the room. Sasporilla turned to see a small pretty woman with long dark wavy hair sitting in a wicker rain bow basket bubble chair suspended in mid air. Her eyes shut and head back listening to the music playing.
"Miss Bucket I presume?" The woman asked.
"Um yes." Sassy stammered. "Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket, professor."
"I am professor Splatterpalette." The woman said. Holding out her hand. "I am the head of the arts and design program here at Avalon University. Let me see your portfolio.
"Portfolio?" Sasporilla said surprised. "I don't have one professor."
Professor Splatterpalette hopped down out of the chair and padded her way across the floor in what appeared to be pink niffler slippers. "WHAT?" The professor shouted in disbelief. "You came to a first meeting with out a portfolio?!? What kind of artist are y--"
That's when the professor stopped and grabbed Sasporilla. She looked at the girls pink hair. Turned Sassy left, then right. A bright smile came across her face and the professor gave Sasporilla a big hug!
"Of course!" The professor said. "You're Pinky Bubbles! "
"Excuse me?" Sasporilla asked standing there not knowing what was going on or quite how to respond.
"Pinky Bubbles from the Carnival! A little yellow songbird told me you were coming." professor chuckled. "Oh my yes, I've heard so much about you from little Layla. You and the bubbles are all she can talk about when I go over for tea! It's Pinky Bubbles this, and Pinky Bubbles that... bubbles, bubbles, bubbles."
"My name is Sasporilla Bucket miss," Sassy said stiffening a bit.
"Really?" Professor Splatterpalette asked. "Well that is much less interesting than Pinky Bubbles I must say. Bucket, that's a name as common as chips with fish but Sasporilla? That's unique!"
"I'm quite proud of my family name thank you very much." Sasporilla snapped a tad offended.
"Now, now dear I didn't mean to be rude or to offend." The professor said. "I apologize if I came off wrong."
"I'm sorry Miss..." Sasporilla apologized.
"Mrs!" Professor Splatterpalette corrected. "That's Mrs. If you please! I am married! With a husband and everything, two beautiful children and a strange man who lives in our front bushes. He keeps the stray cats warm, but enough of that.... you're here to study wand making that's why you don't have a portfolio?"
"Yes professor." Sasporilla said.
"Let me see your wand." The professor asked holding out her hand.
Sasporilla pulled her wand out and handed it to the professor who began to look it over very closely and carefully.
"Interesting." Professor Splatterpalette said. "Where do you get it cleaned and serviced?"
"I do all my own cleaning and maintenance mrs." Sasporilla said. " Ii apprenticed for a time under Mr.Olivander."
"Garrek?" The professor asked.
"Yes professor?" Sasporilla thought the question odd.
"What do you know about the wand?" Professor Splatterpalette asked turning and hiding it behind her back.
"It's a conciliator wand." Sasporilla smiled. "Very rare. Made for people like me who need to learn to harness power from other spectrums of magic as I am an Elf blood. It's
10 3/4" Butterfly wood with a brass handle. Its core is what makes it special. Basilisk Venom and Phoenix tear encased in a rose quartz vessel. Its name is "Hobnobb"
"Very good." The professor said. "But all technical qualities. What can you tell me about its form, its flow, its colour... its art?"
"These are the things I have really come to learn honestly." Sasporilla said sadly. "I know the wands handle is a series of curved bumps that fit my hand well and flows down towards the wood shaft of the wand. The Butterfly wood is brown."
"Disappointing." The professor sighed. "I honestly hoped you knew more about the magical art flow."
"I know how our wands rip the fabric of magic like twirling candy floss or a spiders web on its tip. How the wand helps twist and change the fabric we've ripped and through a merging of our own mystical and physical attributes and the cores tuning, to utilize it to our own ends."
"Fascinating insight." Professor Splatterpalette said surprised. "And what would some meager wand polisher from Essex like you do to change that when she knows nothing of form of art?"
"I want to make wands that allow the fabric of magic to flow through them." Sasporilla said. "A wand that is in tune with the wizard and doesn't require us to rip magic from the fabric. No longer requiring weaver elves to reweave the fabric of magic constantly because of the damage we do. I need your help professor, the help of this university, to put me on the path to creating a wand that will harmonize wizard, magic, and wand without needing to harvest living creature parts for cores. My greatest ambition a wand that anyone can be fitted for. That once you choose it will be attuned to you!"
"What?" Professor Splatterpalette asked. "The wand has always chosen the wizard!"
"If my ideas can be made real," Sasporilla said, "the Wizard will not only ALWAYS choose the wand... no one will be able to take it from you!"
"Heresy!" Professor Splatterpalette cried throwing her hands in the air. "I love it!!!"
"Excuse me?" Sasporilla asked?
"There are 3 important things that tie art, life and magic together. Can you tell me what they are?" The professor smiled her eyes sparkled with just a hint of madness. Sasporilla opened her mouth to answer but was quickly silenced. "You can't possibly know because I haven't told you yet! The 3 most important things are colour, form, a good mattress and bacon! Walk with me Ms.Bubbles."
"Bucket." Sasporilla corrected her.
"No it's chair." Professor Splatterpalette corrected Sasporilla who stepped along side her. The professor took the pink haired witches hand tenderly as they began to walk. "But every piece of art is open to some personal interpretation. Now tell me Pinky, as we stroll leisurely around my office, taking in each piece of exquisitely crafted piece of art created by former students of mine, as well as some of my own pieces, tell me what do you see?"
One painting was of an Erumphant mulling about the plains of its home calmly. Its horn glowing with happiness. A nettle sparrow flew in and landed momentarily on the beasts large rump then flew off again.
The next was a very large portrait of the professor herself wearing bright rainbow coloured robes of light. She lifted her wand within the painting cast Lumos and spun around, her dark wavy hair cascading around in lush circles swirling in with light of the Lumos spell and the rainbow robes until the canvas turned brilliant white. Then as it faded, as a flash fades to out blue, the portrait of professor returned.
Third was a statue. A figure of clown that Sasporilla knew all too well. A clown in dark robes bent down to pick up a ball from the ground and placed it on his flat face. The ball fell off and as he bent to pick it up again the clown accidentally kicked it and began a comical cycle of chasing it around the shelf. Sassy chuckled as she remembered the show with the noseless Voldemort clown.
"Life." Sasporilla said. "In each piece I see life."
"Good, but?" The professor asked.
"Nothing is of course really alive." Sassy said. "The art channels magic to simulate life."
"Yes!!!!" Professor Splatterpalette cheered! "Fifty points to Hufflepuff! You're the first student to get that before I teach it!!! That is what, in many ways, what wizards do when we use wands. We use the wands to channel the magic."
"But that's just it professor!" Sasporilla protested. "We don't! We rip it from the fabric!"
Sasporilla turned and looked at the paintings. She could see the fabric of magic around them and within them. How the fabric of magic was mixed into the paint, the frame, and surrounded the air. The paintings, the sculptures, the mirrors, all were connected!
"The way the art is done." Sasporilla said. "It is connected to the fabric of magic. The fabric of magic and magical energy flows through them! Our wands are different. Our wands are as magical muggle tea cups without the cores we have to rip from living beasts! And for what? So we can damage the magical environment! Did you know that many weavers have been enslaved over the centuries, in towers around the world, reweaving the fabric of magic? So that our kind can cast spells to enchant brooms to sweep our floors and to make chocolate frogs?"
"And you would change all that?" Professor Splatterpalette asked.
"Yes!" Sasporilla shouted passionately.
"Good!" The professor cheered. "Then I shall teach you myself Pinky Bubbles! Your first class with me is tomorrow morning at nineish a.m. sharpish."
Then came the scream.
Sasporilla turned to see a painting on the far side of the office. It was a series of coloured cubes, shifting around each other in a tight pattern, suspended in a swirling blue vortex.
"Ah yes." The Professor said. "Fascinating painting. Shall we have a closer look?"
The professor shuffled the pink haired witch over to the painting which hung swirling and shifting before them. Sasporilla looked closer at the image. The cubes shifted and side to side and up and down. As the blocks shifted Sassy saw them forming a face of sorts. An its right eye was a bit high, its left a bit low and to far left. Its nose was crooked but when the faces mouth slid into place it screamed again. The sound was ear splitting and soul piercing.
"I can never understand what he's screaming?" The professor yelled over the din until she realized it was once again quiet. "Oops. Sorry."
"He? The painting seems in pain? Who would paint such a horrid thing?" Sasporilla asked.
"I did, thank you very much!" Professor Splatterpalette said, "I remember planning to paint it as a realism piece. Thought I had. Would swear to it. Then this morning, when I woke up I remembered... differently. I remembered painting the subject in a kinetic cubist form."
"Who was the subject?" Sasporilla asked.
"Merlin." Professor Splatterpalette smiled. "Same as the statue I carved out in front of the building."
"The shifting blob?" Sassy asked.
"Exactly." The professor said. "My dear Ms.Bubbles, I fear something is desperately wrong in the world of magical art."
"I fear you may be right Professor." Sasporilla said. "May I be excused?"
"Of course my dear. Until the tomorrow."
Sasporilla left the classroom hurriedly and found her way down stairs and back outside. The scream echoed in her head. Though the professor could not make it out, Sasporilla understood exactly what it said when it cried out.
"Help me," the painting had cried out, "Sasporilla!"
The Arts and Design building of Avalon University was the easiest to find in all of Avalon City! Of all the grand buildings of Avalon, with their ornate classical architectures the Arts building stood out with its simple ultra modern glass and steel box design. Like a modern sky scraper in any muggle city from home.
Sasporilla Bucket set her broom down gently on the walk way of Arts and design building. A large modern statue, hewn from marble, flowed in form. Shifting from something angular to something more rounded of form with holes in it. Sasporilla thought it sort of looked like an ocean wave.
Magical art was something that fascinated Sasporilla. The way painters captured not just the image but the essence of the subject, bringing it seemingly to life as if by magic!
Sasporilla headed up the intricate stonework path way. She had little time to stop and appreciate the intricacies of the mosaics or its inlays. Sassy stepped through the big double doors into a huge marble lobby of the arts and design building. A very official looking security guard sat at a very uncomfortable looking small desk in the lobby’s center.
"May I help you miss?" The guard asked.
"I have an appointment with professor Splatterpalette?" Sasporilla said.
May I see your letter please?" the guard asked holding out his hand.
Sasporilla handed over the letter happily. The guard read the letter, placed it on the table and rubber stamped it. With a smile he handed it back.
"Welcome Miss Bucket." The guard said. "The professor is expecting you. Go right in."
"Go right in where?" Sasporilla asked.
"Who are you talking to?" A voice asked from behind Sasporilla.
Sasporilla realized she was no longer standing in the large open marble lobby. She was now in an office, filled with paintings and sculptures. A statue of a frog sitting in a lotus position with its hands stretched up above its head stared her in the face. Strange lilting guitar twisted the air around her. The smell of a butter beer candle burned some where in the room. Sasporilla turned to see a small pretty woman with long dark wavy hair sitting in a wicker rain bow basket bubble chair suspended in mid air. Her eyes shut and head back listening to the music playing.
"Miss Bucket I presume?" The woman asked.
"Um yes." Sassy stammered. "Sasporilla Imaginarium Bucket, professor."
"I am professor Splatterpalette." The woman said. Holding out her hand. "I am the head of the arts and design program here at Avalon University. Let me see your portfolio.
"Portfolio?" Sasporilla said surprised. "I don't have one professor."
Professor Splatterpalette hopped down out of the chair and padded her way across the floor in what appeared to be pink niffler slippers. "WHAT?" The professor shouted in disbelief. "You came to a first meeting with out a portfolio?!? What kind of artist are y--"
That's when the professor stopped and grabbed Sasporilla. She looked at the girls pink hair. Turned Sassy left, then right. A bright smile came across her face and the professor gave Sasporilla a big hug!
"Of course!" The professor said. "You're Pinky Bubbles! "
"Excuse me?" Sasporilla asked standing there not knowing what was going on or quite how to respond.
"Pinky Bubbles from the Carnival! A little yellow songbird told me you were coming." professor chuckled. "Oh my yes, I've heard so much about you from little Layla. You and the bubbles are all she can talk about when I go over for tea! It's Pinky Bubbles this, and Pinky Bubbles that... bubbles, bubbles, bubbles."
"My name is Sasporilla Bucket miss," Sassy said stiffening a bit.
"Really?" Professor Splatterpalette asked. "Well that is much less interesting than Pinky Bubbles I must say. Bucket, that's a name as common as chips with fish but Sasporilla? That's unique!"
"I'm quite proud of my family name thank you very much." Sasporilla snapped a tad offended.
"Now, now dear I didn't mean to be rude or to offend." The professor said. "I apologize if I came off wrong."
"I'm sorry Miss..." Sasporilla apologized.
"Mrs!" Professor Splatterpalette corrected. "That's Mrs. If you please! I am married! With a husband and everything, two beautiful children and a strange man who lives in our front bushes. He keeps the stray cats warm, but enough of that.... you're here to study wand making that's why you don't have a portfolio?"
"Yes professor." Sasporilla said.
"Let me see your wand." The professor asked holding out her hand.
Sasporilla pulled her wand out and handed it to the professor who began to look it over very closely and carefully.
"Interesting." Professor Splatterpalette said. "Where do you get it cleaned and serviced?"
"I do all my own cleaning and maintenance mrs." Sasporilla said. " Ii apprenticed for a time under Mr.Olivander."
"Garrek?" The professor asked.
"Yes professor?" Sasporilla thought the question odd.
"What do you know about the wand?" Professor Splatterpalette asked turning and hiding it behind her back.
"It's a conciliator wand." Sasporilla smiled. "Very rare. Made for people like me who need to learn to harness power from other spectrums of magic as I am an Elf blood. It's
10 3/4" Butterfly wood with a brass handle. Its core is what makes it special. Basilisk Venom and Phoenix tear encased in a rose quartz vessel. Its name is "Hobnobb"
"Very good." The professor said. "But all technical qualities. What can you tell me about its form, its flow, its colour... its art?"
"These are the things I have really come to learn honestly." Sasporilla said sadly. "I know the wands handle is a series of curved bumps that fit my hand well and flows down towards the wood shaft of the wand. The Butterfly wood is brown."
"Disappointing." The professor sighed. "I honestly hoped you knew more about the magical art flow."
"I know how our wands rip the fabric of magic like twirling candy floss or a spiders web on its tip. How the wand helps twist and change the fabric we've ripped and through a merging of our own mystical and physical attributes and the cores tuning, to utilize it to our own ends."
"Fascinating insight." Professor Splatterpalette said surprised. "And what would some meager wand polisher from Essex like you do to change that when she knows nothing of form of art?"
"I want to make wands that allow the fabric of magic to flow through them." Sasporilla said. "A wand that is in tune with the wizard and doesn't require us to rip magic from the fabric. No longer requiring weaver elves to reweave the fabric of magic constantly because of the damage we do. I need your help professor, the help of this university, to put me on the path to creating a wand that will harmonize wizard, magic, and wand without needing to harvest living creature parts for cores. My greatest ambition a wand that anyone can be fitted for. That once you choose it will be attuned to you!"
"What?" Professor Splatterpalette asked. "The wand has always chosen the wizard!"
"If my ideas can be made real," Sasporilla said, "the Wizard will not only ALWAYS choose the wand... no one will be able to take it from you!"
"Heresy!" Professor Splatterpalette cried throwing her hands in the air. "I love it!!!"
"Excuse me?" Sasporilla asked?
"There are 3 important things that tie art, life and magic together. Can you tell me what they are?" The professor smiled her eyes sparkled with just a hint of madness. Sasporilla opened her mouth to answer but was quickly silenced. "You can't possibly know because I haven't told you yet! The 3 most important things are colour, form, a good mattress and bacon! Walk with me Ms.Bubbles."
"Bucket." Sasporilla corrected her.
"No it's chair." Professor Splatterpalette corrected Sasporilla who stepped along side her. The professor took the pink haired witches hand tenderly as they began to walk. "But every piece of art is open to some personal interpretation. Now tell me Pinky, as we stroll leisurely around my office, taking in each piece of exquisitely crafted piece of art created by former students of mine, as well as some of my own pieces, tell me what do you see?"
One painting was of an Erumphant mulling about the plains of its home calmly. Its horn glowing with happiness. A nettle sparrow flew in and landed momentarily on the beasts large rump then flew off again.
The next was a very large portrait of the professor herself wearing bright rainbow coloured robes of light. She lifted her wand within the painting cast Lumos and spun around, her dark wavy hair cascading around in lush circles swirling in with light of the Lumos spell and the rainbow robes until the canvas turned brilliant white. Then as it faded, as a flash fades to out blue, the portrait of professor returned.
Third was a statue. A figure of clown that Sasporilla knew all too well. A clown in dark robes bent down to pick up a ball from the ground and placed it on his flat face. The ball fell off and as he bent to pick it up again the clown accidentally kicked it and began a comical cycle of chasing it around the shelf. Sassy chuckled as she remembered the show with the noseless Voldemort clown.
"Life." Sasporilla said. "In each piece I see life."
"Good, but?" The professor asked.
"Nothing is of course really alive." Sassy said. "The art channels magic to simulate life."
"Yes!!!!" Professor Splatterpalette cheered! "Fifty points to Hufflepuff! You're the first student to get that before I teach it!!! That is what, in many ways, what wizards do when we use wands. We use the wands to channel the magic."
"But that's just it professor!" Sasporilla protested. "We don't! We rip it from the fabric!"
Sasporilla turned and looked at the paintings. She could see the fabric of magic around them and within them. How the fabric of magic was mixed into the paint, the frame, and surrounded the air. The paintings, the sculptures, the mirrors, all were connected!
"The way the art is done." Sasporilla said. "It is connected to the fabric of magic. The fabric of magic and magical energy flows through them! Our wands are different. Our wands are as magical muggle tea cups without the cores we have to rip from living beasts! And for what? So we can damage the magical environment! Did you know that many weavers have been enslaved over the centuries, in towers around the world, reweaving the fabric of magic? So that our kind can cast spells to enchant brooms to sweep our floors and to make chocolate frogs?"
"And you would change all that?" Professor Splatterpalette asked.
"Yes!" Sasporilla shouted passionately.
"Good!" The professor cheered. "Then I shall teach you myself Pinky Bubbles! Your first class with me is tomorrow morning at nineish a.m. sharpish."
Then came the scream.
Sasporilla turned to see a painting on the far side of the office. It was a series of coloured cubes, shifting around each other in a tight pattern, suspended in a swirling blue vortex.
"Ah yes." The Professor said. "Fascinating painting. Shall we have a closer look?"
The professor shuffled the pink haired witch over to the painting which hung swirling and shifting before them. Sasporilla looked closer at the image. The cubes shifted and side to side and up and down. As the blocks shifted Sassy saw them forming a face of sorts. An its right eye was a bit high, its left a bit low and to far left. Its nose was crooked but when the faces mouth slid into place it screamed again. The sound was ear splitting and soul piercing.
"I can never understand what he's screaming?" The professor yelled over the din until she realized it was once again quiet. "Oops. Sorry."
"He? The painting seems in pain? Who would paint such a horrid thing?" Sasporilla asked.
"I did, thank you very much!" Professor Splatterpalette said, "I remember planning to paint it as a realism piece. Thought I had. Would swear to it. Then this morning, when I woke up I remembered... differently. I remembered painting the subject in a kinetic cubist form."
"Who was the subject?" Sasporilla asked.
"Merlin." Professor Splatterpalette smiled. "Same as the statue I carved out in front of the building."
"The shifting blob?" Sassy asked.
"Exactly." The professor said. "My dear Ms.Bubbles, I fear something is desperately wrong in the world of magical art."
"I fear you may be right Professor." Sasporilla said. "May I be excused?"
"Of course my dear. Until the tomorrow."
Sasporilla left the classroom hurriedly and found her way down stairs and back outside. The scream echoed in her head. Though the professor could not make it out, Sasporilla understood exactly what it said when it cried out.
"Help me," the painting had cried out, "Sasporilla!"
Professor Splatterpalette is based after my dear friend Dina who is not only one of the MOST talented Artists I know, but the Internets ORIGINAL FANDOM WAND MAKER!!! You can visit her Etsy shop in our Diagon Alley section!
Dina is a sweet wonderful person who thinks she is much more of a whackadoo than she really is! She is a Great mom & Spouse to a wonderful loving family love her very much! All of Dina's friends, especially me, know what a joy and an honor it is even to know her. She blesses us with her smile & greets each day with her positive ways. She's an angel on our Earth, is our Dina. PS... The Cats are actually Raccoons! |
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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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )
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, donate to J.K.Rowling's charitable foundation LUMOS! Link below! ( https://www.wearelumos.org/ )