The University of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
Chapter 7
Sasporilla awoke to the smell of something heavenly. She, like all girls of her common kitchen, had strict orders that if something was cooking then you were invited to share the food at the Brouja's Table! Corina, being if Puerto Rican descent rarely referred to herself as a witch but as a Bruja. Traditionally the Puerto Rican equivalent.
Sasporilla readied herself for the day and headed out to find all of the girls seated at the table feasting on a huge breakfast of Pastelillos de carne, a type of little meat turnovers. Corina de Maiz Crema, which was a very traditional corn & oat meal with her magical Bruja's touch! Each time a spoon touched the surface of the crema it swirled and bubbled then shot rainbows over the bowl. There was of course always a box of Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries for anyone not up to magical cuisine. Not that anyone at her table EVER complained! Corina's Pan de mallorca's, sweet rolls sprinkled with powdered sugar, made into breakfast sandwiches with ham and cheese were a big with girls! However it was her Huevos Revuelto con Salchicha , Scrambled Eggs Puerto Rican Style, that were Sasporilla's favorite along with some of Corina's fresh squeezed juice.
Every morning you had your choice of fresh squeezed orange juice, pumpkin juice or whatever was in season. Corina grew the fruits herself in the University greenhouses. In the plots she rented for her personal projects. Today’s juice was fresh Googan Berry! Googan Berry’s were very hard to grow as they only grew in the ice caves of the Himalayas every thirty years! Corina had inherited the plants from another post graduate student last year. She was ecstatic to see it bloom and fruit this year.
The nectar from the berries was sweet and rich red. Just one drop diluted with water could make a full pitcher of morning juice. Corina had enough nectar for years.
"Morning sleepy head!" Corina smiled welcoming Sasporilla to the table. "Sit with us and have some breakfast girl!"
"Thank you." Sasporilla smiled. "I'm famished!"
There was nothing like sitting down to breakfast with smiling faces of friends or family. Sasporilla looked around at the big smiling face of Christin who daintily picked at her breakfast as she drew. Kathleen who smiled, absentmindedly slopping out orange juice and laughing as she ate everything in sight. Sasporilla couldn't believe such a small, skinny girl could eat so much. Jessica studied text books as she supped her coffee and dunked her toast. This food was more than just a breakfast, it truly was a feast for the soul.
Today was the best day of all days of the week. Art and Design history and theory in the morning with Professor Splatterpalette and then Practical art and design with her after lunch in the afternoon! It was the smallest class Sasporilla had with only twelve students in it, and Christin one of them!
Christin and Sasporilla stood at the bus stop watching Kathleen eat an apple. The pretty small Asian girl munched away oblivious to her friends stares.
"Kathleen?" Sasporilla asked drawing Kathleen's gaze making her suddenly very self-conscious.
"What?" The young Phillipina witch asked covering her half-full mouth.
"How can you still eat after all that food at breakfast?" Christin asked.
"What?" Kathleen shrugged. "I'm hungry. I have a high metabolism."
"I think your secretly some kind of undiscovered food niffler, you are!" Sasporilla laughed.
"Nifflus Phillipinnas" Kathleen laughed. "More interested in golden delicious apples and gold foiled coins than gold bars or galleons!"
"I've always seen myself as a bit of a niffler also." Christin said. "But just a regular one. I like shiny things."
"What about you Sasporilla?" Kathleen asked. "What kind of creature could you see yourself being?"
"Fuzzy pink cat snake." Sasporilla said tipping her head sideways.
"That's strange." Christin said. "What makes you imagine that?"
"It's not my imagination." Sasporilla pointed at the top of the bus stop signpost. A fuzzy pink and black snake like creature, with a face and ears like a cat, slithered to the top of the poll and wrapped around the sign.
"Oh my Gosh!" Kathleen exclaimed. "What is it?"
"Hello." Sasporilla said holding up her hand to the creature, which recoiled a bit. Frightened and cold. "We won't hurt you. We're your friends. You can trust us. Please come down."
The creature hesitated. It lowered its small black nose to Sassy's fingers and sniffed then rubbed its head against her hand. Sasporilla petted the creatures scaly pink head and rubbed behind it's fury ears.
"I have pink hair just like yours." Sasporilla said. "Are you hungry? What do you eat?"
The creature made a sound like quiet meow.
"You like candy?" Sasporilla checked her pocket but both Kathleen and Christin presented her with Candy before she could find any.
The little creature liked chocolate but preferred gummy bears. They were so chewy.
"Now the big question is just what are you?" Sasporilla asked.
The creature slithered suddenly inside Sasporilla's jacket and snuggled in around the inside of her collar, as the bus pulled up. The girls might not know what the little creature was or who it belonged too, but it seemed to know, NO ANIMALS ALLOWED ON THE BUS. A big sign was posted just over the bus drivers head. The girls scanned their Student I.D. badges and took a seat as the bus pulled away.
Christin asked around the bus but there was never a magizoology student present when you needed one. Sasporilla was no stranger to magical creatures as she loved them so, and spent a lot of time in the dark forest at her time at Hogwarts. Despite her having read an old copy of Fantastic Beasts and where to find them by Newt Scamander from cover to cover more than once at the side of the pond in Avonshire as a child, Sasporilla Bucket did not recognize this small fuzzy pink creature.
Christin flicked her wand and rang the bell to signal they required the next stop. The bus ride had gone by fast, Sassy was so lost in thought. The bus pulled up in front of the center for Arts and Design. Christin and Sasporilla disembarked and waved to Kathleen who continued on to her way to the Technomancy school which was, of all things, in the most traditional set of buildings.
"Did you finish your sketch Christin?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Christin said nervously. "I hope the professor likes this one. She said my last one was "NICE, but it looked like anything any half talented MUGGLE could do!"
"I know." Sassy cringed opening the front door to the building letting her friend go first. "When she yelled 'BRING THE MAGIC!' I thought you'd die!"
"Me too." Christin laughed. "But she's just trying to make me a better artist. That's why I'm here! Of course when she stood over me on my desk, in that giant rainbow robe and pink bunny slippers, I saw what she wears underneath... very frightening."
"Oh my god!" Sasporilla gasped. "You don't mean?"
"Yes!" Christin said. "A pink bunny onesy to match her slippers!"
The girls laughed all the way to class. This class was small. The professor didn't like teaching huge classes any more. She was the head of the whole bloody department of Art and design and had far to many responsibilities to mark thousands of papers. No she delegated that to her staff of junior professors, some even older than her, below her. To keep a class between eight and twelve hand picked talented artists that she could take from just mediocre talents and put on the path of rare greatness. To become the great next masters of the magical art world the Witchs and Wizards the Art world looked up to with wonder and awe! It was then that professor Splatterpalette realized she was standing on a desk in the middle of class again speaking allowed.
With a bright smile, she straightened her grand red and gold robes, and stepped down lightly with aid of an ARESTO MOMENTUM spell.
"Now if you'll get your Masters of Magical Master Pieces texts out and turn to page thirty seven," The professor said casting a replica of the famous painting she was about to reference on her display wall at the front of the class, "we'll be looking at Flies Over A Pile."
Sasporilla was initially surprised by the classes reaction, until she saw the painting. It was a painting of flies buzzing around what appeared to be a reasonably fresh pile of manure in a field.
"Such harsh critics!" Professor Splatterpalette gasped. "Art students saying ewwww to a million galleon master piece that hangs in the Royal gallery of Avalon. Where are your pieces being displayed?"
There was silence in the class room until Sasporilla started to giggle. Her classmates looked at her, a wand making student and not a REAL artist, with disdain as she burst into full on laughter.
"Ms.Bucket control yourself!" Professor Splatterpalette insisted as she began to chuckle a bit. "I mean yes it is a bit funny but it's very mean and cruel to laugh!"
That's when the fuzzy pink creature shot out of the collar of her robes and crawled up on top of her head.
"Sorry Professor." Sasporilla said. "I'm a bit ticklish."
"Oh I see!" The professor said stepping up to see the small fuzzy creature. "I see you've made a fuzzy little friend. Would you like a jelly baby? The strange man that lives in my front hedge gave me a big bag of them!"
The professor reached into her robes pocket and pulled out a strange looking gummy that she fed to the fuzzy pink creature.
"Pillar cats love sweets." The professor smiled.
"You know what it is professor?" Christen asked.
"Well of course I do!" Professor Splatterpalette smiled feeding it another jelly baby. "I am after all University level Professor am I not? With several masters in art subjects! As well as a Doctorate in Teaching! I am not just the kind of beautiful face that artists seek to sit for their portraits! For a reasonable fee of course. No seriously, a professors pay really sucks! Now then, the Pillar cats are the larval forms of Faery Dragons. Like caterpillars are of butterflies!"
"Really?" Sasporilla asked. "I've never seen one like it."
"Not surprising." The professor said. "They're native to Avalon and rarely leave the Fae lands! They stay in this form for hundreds of years feeding on sweet nectars until the time of metamorphosis. Then they transform to faery dragons! Loose the fur, get their wings and become the most beautiful of tiny creatures."
"I think she's quite beautiful now!" Sasporilla said.
"Chances are if she's ended up in the city then she's either become separated from her nest or orphaned." Professor Splatterpalette frowned. "I can recommend a good magizoologist who will take her off your hands and keep her safe in his collection if you want?"
"No!" Sasporilla gasped. "No, I'll look after her. I really think she likes me."
"Ok mum!" The professor smiled. "I'll leave you some jelly babies for your knew fur baby as we go over this wonderful masterpiece of Flies around a big pile of POOP!"
Sasporilla struggled to pay attention to the finer points on the brush strokes that added the life and motion that moved the flies in what seemed like chaos patterns. The cuteness of pillar cat kept distracting her from the importance of the lesson on the inclusion of real organic materials into your magical paints not only to add to aura of life in some cases but to their aromas. In this case the reference was in the buzzing of the flies wings and the oder of the pile animal poop the flies buzzed around. Once again making the class go "Ewwwww."
"All right sensitive sillies!" The professor said casting the painting off the display replacing it with an assignment. "Your assignment to be handed in by the end of next weeks theory class. So yes you will have the rest of next weeks class to fix all the mistakes you made when you compare notes! An essay on the painting we studied today, Flies Over A Pile by Lord Stanley Clarke, Order of Merlin Third Class and not only its magical technique but its relevance in the magical art world!"
The bell rang and the class was out the door before professor Splatterpalette could say Quidditch. Sasporilla was still taking notes on the assignment when professor Splatterpalette walked over.
"Miss Bubbles I have been working on a particular challenge I have with teaching you." The professor said. "Your sketches of wands and cores. Handles, etc have been nice. But that's it, just nice. I don't feel like I'm helping you tie it all together like you want. If anything it feels like it's forcing you to isolate areas... sooooooo...."
Professor Splatterpalette pulled a rather large pink and purple leather journal from behind her back and handed it to the pink haired witch.
"A journal?" Sasporilla asked.
"A wand journal." Professor Splatterpalette smiled. "Your practical work, rather than being split into paint and sketch and drawing etc are going to be split into sketch design in your journal, and practical sculpting. I'm also going to bring in one of those techy design unit thingies..."
"An Abbicum with a multiphasic mirroscope?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes?" Professor Splatterpalette gasped. "You speak the babble of the technomancers like my husband! I don't understand a word of it."
The professor tipped back Sassy's head and looked into the pink haired witches mouth. "Do you use some sort translation faeries?"
"No professor." Sasporilla laughed. "I knew a boy who had one back in Hogwarts. We designed some wands together on it. To be honest I had the ideas and he was the engineer that made them look like I wanted."
"Well it's time for you to learn to do that yourself, don't you think?" The professor asked.
"I do." Sasporilla agreed. "Will this count towards my technomancy school obligation credit?"
"It will." The professor smiled. "If you pass of course."
"Of course." Sasporilla said. "You'd best get to lunch."
"If it's all the same to you Professor I'm still full from breakfast, I may just stay here and work on my journal?" Sasporilla asked.
"Feel free." The professor said. "I'll just be in my office putting my feet up and listening to a bit of music. If the techy people show up and need anything... deal with it please."
Sasporilla petted her little furry friend who purred comfortably at her warm loving touch.
"What are we going to call you?" Sassy pondered. "You rather look like a small ball of candy floss when you curl up, so how about Flossy? You certainly are sweet enough!"
Flossy spun around delighted by her new name as Sasporilla tossed her another jelly baby.
Sasporilla looked at the pink and purple leather bound journal sitting on her desk. It was very nicely crafted with a rose quartz stone inset into the cover and leather braided Celtic knot work adornments. Sassy flicked open the metal clasp and opened the first page. It was so empty. Sasporilla took her quill and filled out the front page. 'The wand journal of Sasporilla Bucket. Master Wand Maker.'
"Dare to dream big." Sasporilla sighed as placed her wand Hobnob on her desk, took a pencil and started sketching away below the title absent mindedly.
Flossy took advantage of the momentary lack of attention to slither into the bag of jelly babies and help herself to feast of sweet jelly delights.
Sassy smiled at her simple sketch of Hobnob, waving in side ways "S" shaped swish motion and casting a small burst of magical stars off the page. It looked alive.
Knock-knock- knock
A knock a the open class room door startled Sasporilla back to reality. A rather handsome, nerdy young man with dark curly hair and glasses stood in the doorway levitating boxes of equipment.
"Excuse me." The young man smiled, "I have a Ponyo 3400 to set up for Professor Splatterpalette?"
"Yes of course." Sassy said standing up knocking over her chair and knocking her journal off the desk sending stars shooting in all directions and causing Flossy to duck into Sasporilla's sleeve making a "MEEP" sound.
"Where does she want me to set it up?" The boy asked.
"I believe she wants it set up at this back table." Sasporilla said. "It used to have a frog statue in a yoga tree pose."
"Professor Splatt's moved one of her FrogILama's!!!" The boy said surprised. "Wow! This must be for someone really important!"
"Not really." Sassy smiled humbly. "She's having it put in for me."
The young man set the boxes down gently on the floor near the table and began unpacking them. Sasporilla couldn't help but notice he looked rather like Melvin but a decade older, a few inches taller than herself and much more mature. He was thin, but the muscles in his for arms were corded and strong.
"And who are you?" The boy gasped laughing. "The niece of the witch queen, everyone whispers is here?"
"If I was," Sassy said embarrassed, "I'm not sure I'd admit it. Not after some of the things I've heard about the way she came to power or treats her subjects."
The boy turned suddenly with his finger over his lips. "Such words are considered treasonous." The boy whispered.
"I didn't know." Sasporilla said.
"No Royal guards popping in so we're safe." The boy smiled. "Amongst friends, such words are safe. You can count me as a friend. Angelo." The boy said holding out his hand.
"Sasporilla." Sassy said shaking his hand, sending sparks through her body. "Nice to meet you."
Sasporilla awoke to the smell of something heavenly. She, like all girls of her common kitchen, had strict orders that if something was cooking then you were invited to share the food at the Brouja's Table! Corina, being if Puerto Rican descent rarely referred to herself as a witch but as a Bruja. Traditionally the Puerto Rican equivalent.
Sasporilla readied herself for the day and headed out to find all of the girls seated at the table feasting on a huge breakfast of Pastelillos de carne, a type of little meat turnovers. Corina de Maiz Crema, which was a very traditional corn & oat meal with her magical Bruja's touch! Each time a spoon touched the surface of the crema it swirled and bubbled then shot rainbows over the bowl. There was of course always a box of Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries for anyone not up to magical cuisine. Not that anyone at her table EVER complained! Corina's Pan de mallorca's, sweet rolls sprinkled with powdered sugar, made into breakfast sandwiches with ham and cheese were a big with girls! However it was her Huevos Revuelto con Salchicha , Scrambled Eggs Puerto Rican Style, that were Sasporilla's favorite along with some of Corina's fresh squeezed juice.
Every morning you had your choice of fresh squeezed orange juice, pumpkin juice or whatever was in season. Corina grew the fruits herself in the University greenhouses. In the plots she rented for her personal projects. Today’s juice was fresh Googan Berry! Googan Berry’s were very hard to grow as they only grew in the ice caves of the Himalayas every thirty years! Corina had inherited the plants from another post graduate student last year. She was ecstatic to see it bloom and fruit this year.
The nectar from the berries was sweet and rich red. Just one drop diluted with water could make a full pitcher of morning juice. Corina had enough nectar for years.
"Morning sleepy head!" Corina smiled welcoming Sasporilla to the table. "Sit with us and have some breakfast girl!"
"Thank you." Sasporilla smiled. "I'm famished!"
There was nothing like sitting down to breakfast with smiling faces of friends or family. Sasporilla looked around at the big smiling face of Christin who daintily picked at her breakfast as she drew. Kathleen who smiled, absentmindedly slopping out orange juice and laughing as she ate everything in sight. Sasporilla couldn't believe such a small, skinny girl could eat so much. Jessica studied text books as she supped her coffee and dunked her toast. This food was more than just a breakfast, it truly was a feast for the soul.
Today was the best day of all days of the week. Art and Design history and theory in the morning with Professor Splatterpalette and then Practical art and design with her after lunch in the afternoon! It was the smallest class Sasporilla had with only twelve students in it, and Christin one of them!
Christin and Sasporilla stood at the bus stop watching Kathleen eat an apple. The pretty small Asian girl munched away oblivious to her friends stares.
"Kathleen?" Sasporilla asked drawing Kathleen's gaze making her suddenly very self-conscious.
"What?" The young Phillipina witch asked covering her half-full mouth.
"How can you still eat after all that food at breakfast?" Christin asked.
"What?" Kathleen shrugged. "I'm hungry. I have a high metabolism."
"I think your secretly some kind of undiscovered food niffler, you are!" Sasporilla laughed.
"Nifflus Phillipinnas" Kathleen laughed. "More interested in golden delicious apples and gold foiled coins than gold bars or galleons!"
"I've always seen myself as a bit of a niffler also." Christin said. "But just a regular one. I like shiny things."
"What about you Sasporilla?" Kathleen asked. "What kind of creature could you see yourself being?"
"Fuzzy pink cat snake." Sasporilla said tipping her head sideways.
"That's strange." Christin said. "What makes you imagine that?"
"It's not my imagination." Sasporilla pointed at the top of the bus stop signpost. A fuzzy pink and black snake like creature, with a face and ears like a cat, slithered to the top of the poll and wrapped around the sign.
"Oh my Gosh!" Kathleen exclaimed. "What is it?"
"Hello." Sasporilla said holding up her hand to the creature, which recoiled a bit. Frightened and cold. "We won't hurt you. We're your friends. You can trust us. Please come down."
The creature hesitated. It lowered its small black nose to Sassy's fingers and sniffed then rubbed its head against her hand. Sasporilla petted the creatures scaly pink head and rubbed behind it's fury ears.
"I have pink hair just like yours." Sasporilla said. "Are you hungry? What do you eat?"
The creature made a sound like quiet meow.
"You like candy?" Sasporilla checked her pocket but both Kathleen and Christin presented her with Candy before she could find any.
The little creature liked chocolate but preferred gummy bears. They were so chewy.
"Now the big question is just what are you?" Sasporilla asked.
The creature slithered suddenly inside Sasporilla's jacket and snuggled in around the inside of her collar, as the bus pulled up. The girls might not know what the little creature was or who it belonged too, but it seemed to know, NO ANIMALS ALLOWED ON THE BUS. A big sign was posted just over the bus drivers head. The girls scanned their Student I.D. badges and took a seat as the bus pulled away.
Christin asked around the bus but there was never a magizoology student present when you needed one. Sasporilla was no stranger to magical creatures as she loved them so, and spent a lot of time in the dark forest at her time at Hogwarts. Despite her having read an old copy of Fantastic Beasts and where to find them by Newt Scamander from cover to cover more than once at the side of the pond in Avonshire as a child, Sasporilla Bucket did not recognize this small fuzzy pink creature.
Christin flicked her wand and rang the bell to signal they required the next stop. The bus ride had gone by fast, Sassy was so lost in thought. The bus pulled up in front of the center for Arts and Design. Christin and Sasporilla disembarked and waved to Kathleen who continued on to her way to the Technomancy school which was, of all things, in the most traditional set of buildings.
"Did you finish your sketch Christin?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes." Christin said nervously. "I hope the professor likes this one. She said my last one was "NICE, but it looked like anything any half talented MUGGLE could do!"
"I know." Sassy cringed opening the front door to the building letting her friend go first. "When she yelled 'BRING THE MAGIC!' I thought you'd die!"
"Me too." Christin laughed. "But she's just trying to make me a better artist. That's why I'm here! Of course when she stood over me on my desk, in that giant rainbow robe and pink bunny slippers, I saw what she wears underneath... very frightening."
"Oh my god!" Sasporilla gasped. "You don't mean?"
"Yes!" Christin said. "A pink bunny onesy to match her slippers!"
The girls laughed all the way to class. This class was small. The professor didn't like teaching huge classes any more. She was the head of the whole bloody department of Art and design and had far to many responsibilities to mark thousands of papers. No she delegated that to her staff of junior professors, some even older than her, below her. To keep a class between eight and twelve hand picked talented artists that she could take from just mediocre talents and put on the path of rare greatness. To become the great next masters of the magical art world the Witchs and Wizards the Art world looked up to with wonder and awe! It was then that professor Splatterpalette realized she was standing on a desk in the middle of class again speaking allowed.
With a bright smile, she straightened her grand red and gold robes, and stepped down lightly with aid of an ARESTO MOMENTUM spell.
"Now if you'll get your Masters of Magical Master Pieces texts out and turn to page thirty seven," The professor said casting a replica of the famous painting she was about to reference on her display wall at the front of the class, "we'll be looking at Flies Over A Pile."
Sasporilla was initially surprised by the classes reaction, until she saw the painting. It was a painting of flies buzzing around what appeared to be a reasonably fresh pile of manure in a field.
"Such harsh critics!" Professor Splatterpalette gasped. "Art students saying ewwww to a million galleon master piece that hangs in the Royal gallery of Avalon. Where are your pieces being displayed?"
There was silence in the class room until Sasporilla started to giggle. Her classmates looked at her, a wand making student and not a REAL artist, with disdain as she burst into full on laughter.
"Ms.Bucket control yourself!" Professor Splatterpalette insisted as she began to chuckle a bit. "I mean yes it is a bit funny but it's very mean and cruel to laugh!"
That's when the fuzzy pink creature shot out of the collar of her robes and crawled up on top of her head.
"Sorry Professor." Sasporilla said. "I'm a bit ticklish."
"Oh I see!" The professor said stepping up to see the small fuzzy creature. "I see you've made a fuzzy little friend. Would you like a jelly baby? The strange man that lives in my front hedge gave me a big bag of them!"
The professor reached into her robes pocket and pulled out a strange looking gummy that she fed to the fuzzy pink creature.
"Pillar cats love sweets." The professor smiled.
"You know what it is professor?" Christen asked.
"Well of course I do!" Professor Splatterpalette smiled feeding it another jelly baby. "I am after all University level Professor am I not? With several masters in art subjects! As well as a Doctorate in Teaching! I am not just the kind of beautiful face that artists seek to sit for their portraits! For a reasonable fee of course. No seriously, a professors pay really sucks! Now then, the Pillar cats are the larval forms of Faery Dragons. Like caterpillars are of butterflies!"
"Really?" Sasporilla asked. "I've never seen one like it."
"Not surprising." The professor said. "They're native to Avalon and rarely leave the Fae lands! They stay in this form for hundreds of years feeding on sweet nectars until the time of metamorphosis. Then they transform to faery dragons! Loose the fur, get their wings and become the most beautiful of tiny creatures."
"I think she's quite beautiful now!" Sasporilla said.
"Chances are if she's ended up in the city then she's either become separated from her nest or orphaned." Professor Splatterpalette frowned. "I can recommend a good magizoologist who will take her off your hands and keep her safe in his collection if you want?"
"No!" Sasporilla gasped. "No, I'll look after her. I really think she likes me."
"Ok mum!" The professor smiled. "I'll leave you some jelly babies for your knew fur baby as we go over this wonderful masterpiece of Flies around a big pile of POOP!"
Sasporilla struggled to pay attention to the finer points on the brush strokes that added the life and motion that moved the flies in what seemed like chaos patterns. The cuteness of pillar cat kept distracting her from the importance of the lesson on the inclusion of real organic materials into your magical paints not only to add to aura of life in some cases but to their aromas. In this case the reference was in the buzzing of the flies wings and the oder of the pile animal poop the flies buzzed around. Once again making the class go "Ewwwww."
"All right sensitive sillies!" The professor said casting the painting off the display replacing it with an assignment. "Your assignment to be handed in by the end of next weeks theory class. So yes you will have the rest of next weeks class to fix all the mistakes you made when you compare notes! An essay on the painting we studied today, Flies Over A Pile by Lord Stanley Clarke, Order of Merlin Third Class and not only its magical technique but its relevance in the magical art world!"
The bell rang and the class was out the door before professor Splatterpalette could say Quidditch. Sasporilla was still taking notes on the assignment when professor Splatterpalette walked over.
"Miss Bubbles I have been working on a particular challenge I have with teaching you." The professor said. "Your sketches of wands and cores. Handles, etc have been nice. But that's it, just nice. I don't feel like I'm helping you tie it all together like you want. If anything it feels like it's forcing you to isolate areas... sooooooo...."
Professor Splatterpalette pulled a rather large pink and purple leather journal from behind her back and handed it to the pink haired witch.
"A journal?" Sasporilla asked.
"A wand journal." Professor Splatterpalette smiled. "Your practical work, rather than being split into paint and sketch and drawing etc are going to be split into sketch design in your journal, and practical sculpting. I'm also going to bring in one of those techy design unit thingies..."
"An Abbicum with a multiphasic mirroscope?" Sasporilla asked.
"Yes?" Professor Splatterpalette gasped. "You speak the babble of the technomancers like my husband! I don't understand a word of it."
The professor tipped back Sassy's head and looked into the pink haired witches mouth. "Do you use some sort translation faeries?"
"No professor." Sasporilla laughed. "I knew a boy who had one back in Hogwarts. We designed some wands together on it. To be honest I had the ideas and he was the engineer that made them look like I wanted."
"Well it's time for you to learn to do that yourself, don't you think?" The professor asked.
"I do." Sasporilla agreed. "Will this count towards my technomancy school obligation credit?"
"It will." The professor smiled. "If you pass of course."
"Of course." Sasporilla said. "You'd best get to lunch."
"If it's all the same to you Professor I'm still full from breakfast, I may just stay here and work on my journal?" Sasporilla asked.
"Feel free." The professor said. "I'll just be in my office putting my feet up and listening to a bit of music. If the techy people show up and need anything... deal with it please."
Sasporilla petted her little furry friend who purred comfortably at her warm loving touch.
"What are we going to call you?" Sassy pondered. "You rather look like a small ball of candy floss when you curl up, so how about Flossy? You certainly are sweet enough!"
Flossy spun around delighted by her new name as Sasporilla tossed her another jelly baby.
Sasporilla looked at the pink and purple leather bound journal sitting on her desk. It was very nicely crafted with a rose quartz stone inset into the cover and leather braided Celtic knot work adornments. Sassy flicked open the metal clasp and opened the first page. It was so empty. Sasporilla took her quill and filled out the front page. 'The wand journal of Sasporilla Bucket. Master Wand Maker.'
"Dare to dream big." Sasporilla sighed as placed her wand Hobnob on her desk, took a pencil and started sketching away below the title absent mindedly.
Flossy took advantage of the momentary lack of attention to slither into the bag of jelly babies and help herself to feast of sweet jelly delights.
Sassy smiled at her simple sketch of Hobnob, waving in side ways "S" shaped swish motion and casting a small burst of magical stars off the page. It looked alive.
Knock-knock- knock
A knock a the open class room door startled Sasporilla back to reality. A rather handsome, nerdy young man with dark curly hair and glasses stood in the doorway levitating boxes of equipment.
"Excuse me." The young man smiled, "I have a Ponyo 3400 to set up for Professor Splatterpalette?"
"Yes of course." Sassy said standing up knocking over her chair and knocking her journal off the desk sending stars shooting in all directions and causing Flossy to duck into Sasporilla's sleeve making a "MEEP" sound.
"Where does she want me to set it up?" The boy asked.
"I believe she wants it set up at this back table." Sasporilla said. "It used to have a frog statue in a yoga tree pose."
"Professor Splatt's moved one of her FrogILama's!!!" The boy said surprised. "Wow! This must be for someone really important!"
"Not really." Sassy smiled humbly. "She's having it put in for me."
The young man set the boxes down gently on the floor near the table and began unpacking them. Sasporilla couldn't help but notice he looked rather like Melvin but a decade older, a few inches taller than herself and much more mature. He was thin, but the muscles in his for arms were corded and strong.
"And who are you?" The boy gasped laughing. "The niece of the witch queen, everyone whispers is here?"
"If I was," Sassy said embarrassed, "I'm not sure I'd admit it. Not after some of the things I've heard about the way she came to power or treats her subjects."
The boy turned suddenly with his finger over his lips. "Such words are considered treasonous." The boy whispered.
"I didn't know." Sasporilla said.
"No Royal guards popping in so we're safe." The boy smiled. "Amongst friends, such words are safe. You can count me as a friend. Angelo." The boy said holding out his hand.
"Sasporilla." Sassy said shaking his hand, sending sparks through her body. "Nice to meet you."
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