The University of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 5
The afternoon campus streets of the University of Avalon were alive with activity. Students rushed about coming to and from meetings with professors and getting last minute details sorted in their yearly schedules. All a very normal sight in Avalon for the first day of University. However the one lone pink haired witch, carrying her broom at her side, walking deep in thought aimlessly down a suddenly lonely side walk... was not.
"Help me Sasporilla?" Sasporilla Bucket muttered to herself as she walked along. "Why would a painting of Merlin want my help? Has all of the art work of Merlin suddenly gone mad I wonder? And how in the world does it involve me?"
Sasporilla stood before a small pile of old boxes and a bag of trash. She looked up to realize she stood in front of a wall, with walls to either side of her, and started to chuckle.
"Sasporilla Bucket you silly girl," she laughed at herself, "you were so lost in thought you've gone and walked down a blind alley!"
"My lucky day" a gruff voice said as something heavy struck Sasporilla hard in the back, knocking her to the ground, and forcing her to drop her broom.
Sasporilla rolled over to see a dusky man in tattered black and white striped clothes grabbing for her broom. His salt and pepper hair was long and unkempt. He was in terrible need of a shave, with a patchy beard and mustache that was much more than a scruff but far less than full on facial hair. He was dirty as if he'd crawled through a sewer to get to the road. He picked up the Triumphant 1200x with a smile. Sassy almost warned him not to, then thought twice about it and smiled.
The broom shot a pulse of energy through the man, forcing him to drop the broom, and throwing him back against the far wall of the alley. The dirty, scruffy man hit hard with a thud and landed in the boxes and bags of garbage. When he awoke the scruffy criminal found the young pink haired witch standing over him, her Triumphant 1200x broom in one hand and her wand, pointed at his head, in the other.
"PETRIFICUS ARTUS" Sasporilla cast, immobilizing the mans arms and legs but leaving him free to answer her questions.
"Silly thing, trying to steal a Triumphant twelve hundred x." Sassy said holding her broom at him. "It has imbued security to the rider! Can't be stolen. Now why did you attack me?"
"I'm desperate that's why." The man struggled and flopped trying to get his paralyzed limbs to move. "I've been a prisoner in the tower for eight years! You have to let me go! Her monster will find me soon."
"Her monster?" Sasporilla asked pointing her wand closer discouraging further movement. "Who?"
"The Witch Queen of course!" The disheveled man protested. "I've been a prisoner of the Witch Queen! What did you think I meant when I said I'd been locked in the ruddy tower for eight years!"
"Why were you a prisoner?" Sasporilla asked concerned. If he was dangerous, a murderer or the like, she would have to turn him in to the authorities. "My name is Augustus Ramagast. I used to own the Avalon Examiner. The Largest news paper in Avalon, until Bougenvallia Bent cheated in her trials and became the new Witch Queen."
"What?" Sasporilla gasped.
"I tried to report it you see." Augustus Ramagast said. "but I was taken in the night, with out trial, with out charge and thrown in the tower. A prisoner for life. They'd have killed me but they don't know where the news paper run is... still waiting to hit the stands with the truth! If they kill me, it will appear. That's what I've told them any way."
"That's bloody awful" Sasporilla said casting "FINITE!" and releasing him.
"Thank you?" Augustus Ramagast smiled.
"Sasporilla..." Sassy said holding out her hand to shake his. "Sasporilla Bucket."
"Yes Ms.Bucket." a deep smoky familiar voice said from above as a figure in long flowing robes and a golden mask settled to the alley. "Thank you for detaining the prisoner long enough for me to follow his trail."
"Sheliza Amari!" Sasporilla gasped. "You're the monster?"
"The Witch Queen's blood hound." Ramagast spat.
"Who better to follow the scent of evil and treachery than a Wedjat?" Sheliza Amari said pulling the finely crafted gold mask from her older but still very lovely classical face. "Now if you will come with me Mr.Ramagast we can return to the tower. Or you could try to run and I could enjoy my afternoon chasing you until I grow tired of the game of cat and mouse. Then I'll eat you."
"If what he tells me is true," Sasporilla said stepping between the Wedjat and her prey wand grasped tightly at her side, "then he is a man of truth an honor. A person like that wouldn't make much of a meal for a Wedjat?"
"Blah, blah, blah." Sheliza Amari rolled her eyes. "No one is fully innocent girl. Do you think the guard he hurt to escape didn't leave scars of evil on his soul? He attacked you! Tried to steal your broom!"
"I was desperate!" Augustus Ramagast pleaded.
"Shut your mouth prisoner." The Wedjat growled. "I will deal with you in a moment. Really Miss Bucket, he simply isn't worth your effort."
"I disagree Sasporilla scowled." Readying her wand as the sound of trumpets split the afternoon air.
"No." Augustus Ramagast screamed.
A bright flash split the afternoon air leaving a schism of light from which rolled a red carpet and stepped two Royal Guards dressed in red and gold armor, each carrying long golden trumpets. The guards stepped to one side and raised their trumpets blowing them again. Sheliza Amari replaced her golden mask on her face and grabbed the prisoner roughly, forcing him to his knees on the carpet as she kneeled gracefully beside him.
"Take a knee girl." Sheliza Amari grumbled in a low smoky tone.
"Why?" Sasporilla asked.
But it was to late. A tall, thin imposing figure of man, dressed in long black robes with shoulder pads far to big, and a hat far to tall and thin for his long thin face stepped through the schism carrying an ornately carved black wooden cane with a dark blue gem on the tip.
"Amwi!" The man said curling his mustache holding out his gloved hand to the Wedjat so that the creature may kiss his ring. "I see you wew able to catch the wascle!"
"Yes your Majesty." The Wedjat said.
"Wetu'n him to the pwison and make su'a he no longa escapes!" The man said looking down at the prisoner who clutched his chest. "My Queen was vewy upset that you got away Wamagast! Vewy UPSET indeed! What? What is he doing?"
Ramagast fell over to alley floor. His eyes rolled over in his head and foam bubbled out over his lips. Sasporilla moved in to help him but Amari grabbed her and stopped her.
"Don't girl." Sheliza Amari insisted. "Sneaky little man. Somewhere he got himself a Zorzor."
Sasporilla had heard of Zorzor's. A quick acting poison that stopped ones brain function, stopped your heart, then ate your flesh away to dust within a minute. The last act of desperate people who have no access to a wand or don't wand to leave a corpse. She could only watch as the body Augustus Ramagast turned to dust and blew away on the wind.
"This is going to make my Queen vewy, VEWY ANGWY!" the man said twirling his long black mustache.
"Just who are you?" Sasporilla asked.
"What?" The man asked taking notice of the insignificant pink haired witch for the first time. "Wh'a did you come fwom peasnt? Why do you not kneel? A'west he'h."
The guards moved in to grab Sasporilla who didn't hesitate to point her wand prepared to defend herself. Amari whispered something to the tall thin man who showed a distaneful disappointment and clenched his fist.
"WAIT!" The man said. "Beway that wast o'd'a. Gawds you may stand down. I didn't weawize I was dea'wing with famiwy."
"Famiwy?" Sasporilla stuttered and corrected, "Family?"
"Why yes my de'aw." The tall thin man said. "I am The Wawwock King! I am mawwied to the Witch Queen! Youw Aunty, my be woved Bougenvawia!"
"I see." Sasporilla said. "Yes I am her niece Sasporilla Bucket. Daughter of her sister Wysteria. Let my aunt know that I would like to see her if her busy schedule ever allows for someone as simple and humble as me allows. Tell her my only interests in being in Avalon are those in learning to be a wand maker in the uninversity."
"I wiw be happy to dewiva youa message Saspowiwa." The Warlock King smiled. "I beweive she wiw be happy to heaw it!"
The Warlock King turned and returned through the schizm of light followed by Amari and the Royal guards. The light shrunk and disappeared with a pop.
Sasporilla got on her broom and rode for her dorm as fast as she could. She expected that things in Avalon were about to get very bad. However over the next few days, to her surprise, no news papers ever came out revealing any story about the her aunt having cheated in her trials to become the great and powerful WITCH QUEEN of AVALON!
The afternoon campus streets of the University of Avalon were alive with activity. Students rushed about coming to and from meetings with professors and getting last minute details sorted in their yearly schedules. All a very normal sight in Avalon for the first day of University. However the one lone pink haired witch, carrying her broom at her side, walking deep in thought aimlessly down a suddenly lonely side walk... was not.
"Help me Sasporilla?" Sasporilla Bucket muttered to herself as she walked along. "Why would a painting of Merlin want my help? Has all of the art work of Merlin suddenly gone mad I wonder? And how in the world does it involve me?"
Sasporilla stood before a small pile of old boxes and a bag of trash. She looked up to realize she stood in front of a wall, with walls to either side of her, and started to chuckle.
"Sasporilla Bucket you silly girl," she laughed at herself, "you were so lost in thought you've gone and walked down a blind alley!"
"My lucky day" a gruff voice said as something heavy struck Sasporilla hard in the back, knocking her to the ground, and forcing her to drop her broom.
Sasporilla rolled over to see a dusky man in tattered black and white striped clothes grabbing for her broom. His salt and pepper hair was long and unkempt. He was in terrible need of a shave, with a patchy beard and mustache that was much more than a scruff but far less than full on facial hair. He was dirty as if he'd crawled through a sewer to get to the road. He picked up the Triumphant 1200x with a smile. Sassy almost warned him not to, then thought twice about it and smiled.
The broom shot a pulse of energy through the man, forcing him to drop the broom, and throwing him back against the far wall of the alley. The dirty, scruffy man hit hard with a thud and landed in the boxes and bags of garbage. When he awoke the scruffy criminal found the young pink haired witch standing over him, her Triumphant 1200x broom in one hand and her wand, pointed at his head, in the other.
"PETRIFICUS ARTUS" Sasporilla cast, immobilizing the mans arms and legs but leaving him free to answer her questions.
"Silly thing, trying to steal a Triumphant twelve hundred x." Sassy said holding her broom at him. "It has imbued security to the rider! Can't be stolen. Now why did you attack me?"
"I'm desperate that's why." The man struggled and flopped trying to get his paralyzed limbs to move. "I've been a prisoner in the tower for eight years! You have to let me go! Her monster will find me soon."
"Her monster?" Sasporilla asked pointing her wand closer discouraging further movement. "Who?"
"The Witch Queen of course!" The disheveled man protested. "I've been a prisoner of the Witch Queen! What did you think I meant when I said I'd been locked in the ruddy tower for eight years!"
"Why were you a prisoner?" Sasporilla asked concerned. If he was dangerous, a murderer or the like, she would have to turn him in to the authorities. "My name is Augustus Ramagast. I used to own the Avalon Examiner. The Largest news paper in Avalon, until Bougenvallia Bent cheated in her trials and became the new Witch Queen."
"What?" Sasporilla gasped.
"I tried to report it you see." Augustus Ramagast said. "but I was taken in the night, with out trial, with out charge and thrown in the tower. A prisoner for life. They'd have killed me but they don't know where the news paper run is... still waiting to hit the stands with the truth! If they kill me, it will appear. That's what I've told them any way."
"That's bloody awful" Sasporilla said casting "FINITE!" and releasing him.
"Thank you?" Augustus Ramagast smiled.
"Sasporilla..." Sassy said holding out her hand to shake his. "Sasporilla Bucket."
"Yes Ms.Bucket." a deep smoky familiar voice said from above as a figure in long flowing robes and a golden mask settled to the alley. "Thank you for detaining the prisoner long enough for me to follow his trail."
"Sheliza Amari!" Sasporilla gasped. "You're the monster?"
"The Witch Queen's blood hound." Ramagast spat.
"Who better to follow the scent of evil and treachery than a Wedjat?" Sheliza Amari said pulling the finely crafted gold mask from her older but still very lovely classical face. "Now if you will come with me Mr.Ramagast we can return to the tower. Or you could try to run and I could enjoy my afternoon chasing you until I grow tired of the game of cat and mouse. Then I'll eat you."
"If what he tells me is true," Sasporilla said stepping between the Wedjat and her prey wand grasped tightly at her side, "then he is a man of truth an honor. A person like that wouldn't make much of a meal for a Wedjat?"
"Blah, blah, blah." Sheliza Amari rolled her eyes. "No one is fully innocent girl. Do you think the guard he hurt to escape didn't leave scars of evil on his soul? He attacked you! Tried to steal your broom!"
"I was desperate!" Augustus Ramagast pleaded.
"Shut your mouth prisoner." The Wedjat growled. "I will deal with you in a moment. Really Miss Bucket, he simply isn't worth your effort."
"I disagree Sasporilla scowled." Readying her wand as the sound of trumpets split the afternoon air.
"No." Augustus Ramagast screamed.
A bright flash split the afternoon air leaving a schism of light from which rolled a red carpet and stepped two Royal Guards dressed in red and gold armor, each carrying long golden trumpets. The guards stepped to one side and raised their trumpets blowing them again. Sheliza Amari replaced her golden mask on her face and grabbed the prisoner roughly, forcing him to his knees on the carpet as she kneeled gracefully beside him.
"Take a knee girl." Sheliza Amari grumbled in a low smoky tone.
"Why?" Sasporilla asked.
But it was to late. A tall, thin imposing figure of man, dressed in long black robes with shoulder pads far to big, and a hat far to tall and thin for his long thin face stepped through the schism carrying an ornately carved black wooden cane with a dark blue gem on the tip.
"Amwi!" The man said curling his mustache holding out his gloved hand to the Wedjat so that the creature may kiss his ring. "I see you wew able to catch the wascle!"
"Yes your Majesty." The Wedjat said.
"Wetu'n him to the pwison and make su'a he no longa escapes!" The man said looking down at the prisoner who clutched his chest. "My Queen was vewy upset that you got away Wamagast! Vewy UPSET indeed! What? What is he doing?"
Ramagast fell over to alley floor. His eyes rolled over in his head and foam bubbled out over his lips. Sasporilla moved in to help him but Amari grabbed her and stopped her.
"Don't girl." Sheliza Amari insisted. "Sneaky little man. Somewhere he got himself a Zorzor."
Sasporilla had heard of Zorzor's. A quick acting poison that stopped ones brain function, stopped your heart, then ate your flesh away to dust within a minute. The last act of desperate people who have no access to a wand or don't wand to leave a corpse. She could only watch as the body Augustus Ramagast turned to dust and blew away on the wind.
"This is going to make my Queen vewy, VEWY ANGWY!" the man said twirling his long black mustache.
"Just who are you?" Sasporilla asked.
"What?" The man asked taking notice of the insignificant pink haired witch for the first time. "Wh'a did you come fwom peasnt? Why do you not kneel? A'west he'h."
The guards moved in to grab Sasporilla who didn't hesitate to point her wand prepared to defend herself. Amari whispered something to the tall thin man who showed a distaneful disappointment and clenched his fist.
"WAIT!" The man said. "Beway that wast o'd'a. Gawds you may stand down. I didn't weawize I was dea'wing with famiwy."
"Famiwy?" Sasporilla stuttered and corrected, "Family?"
"Why yes my de'aw." The tall thin man said. "I am The Wawwock King! I am mawwied to the Witch Queen! Youw Aunty, my be woved Bougenvawia!"
"I see." Sasporilla said. "Yes I am her niece Sasporilla Bucket. Daughter of her sister Wysteria. Let my aunt know that I would like to see her if her busy schedule ever allows for someone as simple and humble as me allows. Tell her my only interests in being in Avalon are those in learning to be a wand maker in the uninversity."
"I wiw be happy to dewiva youa message Saspowiwa." The Warlock King smiled. "I beweive she wiw be happy to heaw it!"
The Warlock King turned and returned through the schizm of light followed by Amari and the Royal guards. The light shrunk and disappeared with a pop.
Sasporilla got on her broom and rode for her dorm as fast as she could. She expected that things in Avalon were about to get very bad. However over the next few days, to her surprise, no news papers ever came out revealing any story about the her aunt having cheated in her trials to become the great and powerful WITCH QUEEN of AVALON!
*Note: In NO way are we making fun of the Warlock King as having a speech impediment. Unlike places like Monty Pythons Life of Brian or Big Bang Theory where Characters openly mocked or laughed at characters with Speech impediments HERE they do not! Everyone is accepted here. Have a nice day.
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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/ )