The University of Avalon
A Harry Potter UNIVERSE/ Sasporilla Bucket Fan Fiction
by Darren Kelly
CHAPTER 12
The Royal palace of the Witch Queen of Avalon was majestic series of high white marble towers surrounded by grand black marble walls symbolizing the balance of light and dark magic’s between the Witch Queens house and that of the Warlock King. The Regency Tower, where all business of the monarchy was conducted, was a grand golden structure forged by the Goblins three millennia ago.
The Ivory throne room was so named for its having been carved from the solid piece of ivory. The single fragment of bone, of a creature so massive, that it could not possibly have come from this world. The floor, walls, ceiling, gem encrusted double thrones were ornately carved from the single piece of polished nether ivory.
A long table of solid onyx sat center of the room with six uncomfortable chairs crafted of pure gold. One chair for each advisor to the Witch Queen and Warlock King. The advisors filed in accompanied on each side by their own personal royal guards dressed in gold with red epaulettes. The advisors took their seats.
Jacto Lyton, hand to the Witch Queen an Warlock King sat first. A thin man with thinning white hair and mustache dressed in simple black robes with a purple sash. A gold pin of a hand, holding a wand, encircled by fire signified his position as head advisor. Most trusted above all others. The voice of balance and reason at this table.
Sheliza Amari sat next. The epitome of style and grace in her gold and red robes she pulled the golden mask from her face to reveal the aged beauty that hid the ancient monster beneath. The Wedjat. The creature from the sands the witch queen had hired as her Personal hunter and Royal Guard Captain smiled like a cat before a cage full of canaries.
Henimaxx Dimm was more machine than magi now, if he ever truly was magi at all? The product more than two hundred years of technological modifications to his own body. He now looked more like a sophisticated robot in a trench coat than a technomantic wizard. Though make no mistake, he was indeed one of the most powerful of technomancers anywhere to be found, On any world, in any universe.
Professor Jennifer Foxx sat with deliberate slowness into her seat of gold. The head of the Necromancy department of Avalon University and Advisor on all things dark arts to the Crown was neither fond of gold nor silver. Her long green velvet robes kept her corruption’s protected from the metals purity. Her beauty, like Amari's, hiding things dark and sinister beneath.
With joyful glee Millicent Glindell plopped down in her chair and dropped a nine inch thick file on the table before her. The cheerful middle aged blonde witch was always so excited for these meetings. Dressed in her favourite candy striped robes the advisor on public prosperity had once again done her home work and had hundreds of recommendations to make life better for everyone in Avalon!
The Representative for the Fae affairs was a ghastly Hobgoblin by the name Gormlobim. Standing four and s half feet in height, rather tall for a hobgoblin, his jagged wart covered features reflected the corruption he harbored in his heart. This creature would gladly sell out his own people, not to mention all fae, he would even sell his own mother if he thought he could get richer by doing so.
Trumpets echoed through great room. The Royal guard snapped to attention, wands drawn and raised symbolically before them, as the council members took to their feet.
Great golden doors in the back of the room swung open wide revealing the Witch Queen Bougenvallia Bent, dressed in white, the and Warlock King Hyronimus Rodrovich, dressed in black, who entered ceremoniously each holding one end of the scepter of power. The symbol of their joint rule of the Kingdom of Avalon. The royal couple took their places at their thrones and sat simultaneously.
"Pwease take youw seats evwyone!" The Warlock King smiled. "Guawds, at ease."
With a great mournful sigh the witch queen rolled her eyes. "As much as I dread the drudgery of all of your reports I know that we can all look forward to the joy and positive ideas of Advisor Glindell."
As the witch queen motioned to her with a polite smile the Warlock King clapped with unbridled admiration and enthusiasm.
To the outside world the Warlock Kings black robes, cloak and high collar matched with his snobbish, vain demeanor painted him as a dark wizard. This allowed the Witch queen, in her robes of white and pure as those of freshly fallen Christmas snow, to hide her true nature behind a crocodiles smile.
"Thank you your majesties." Millicent Glindell giggled tapping her file with her wand. The file separated into three similarly large files. "I have some wonderful new ideas on just how we can make life here in Avalon just so wonderful for every one of your subjects!"
"Oh! I'm so excited to he'a eva'wee Idea!" The Warlock king smiled.
"I have a wonderful Idea!" The Witch Queen smiled. "Hyronimus my love, will you accompany Advisor Glindell to the scale model room of the city and work with her personally on these projects? I will deal with the drudgery of these ones reports."
"Do you wewee mean it my dawing Bugenva'weeah?" The Warlock Kings eyes sparkled at the thought of projects that would help people. "I mean, as you command my Witch Queen."
The Warlock King ordered the royal guard to carry the files as he and his advisor skipped with delight from the Royal chamber.
The witch Queen waved her wand and slammed the large main Ivory and Onyx doors.
"That's better." The Witch Queens delightful smile faded from her face to an evil grin. "I simply can not stand that much GLEE."
There was snickering around the table from her advisors. None of them held any respect for the Warlock King. Tradition demanded that the side of Light magic be represented on one side and Dark magic on the other. So when Bougenvallia Bent passed the trials to become the Magi Witch Queen it was her responsibility to choose a Warlock King that was her opposite. She knew her dark heart well and knew that to maintain control she would need to mask it behind a kind smile and crown of white. She knew the perfect patsy to be her Warlock King. A vain Hufflepuff boy who had a crush on her all the way through Hogwarts. Heart of gold, when you could break him away from his own reflection. He was Perfect! She didn't love him, but she wouldn't allow those beneath him to belittle him either.
"You will show the Warlock King the respect that I do not." The Witch Queen hissed. "Or I will kill you all here and now and eat your liver fried in flour with mandrake leaves and onions."
Faces became more serious as the witch Queen sat forward on her throne. She had made her advisors nervous. Good. It was just those kind of small power games that she enjoyed playing. Who would the Witch Queen put on the spot first? She tapped her fingers on the arm of her throne. A bead of sweat rolled down the edge of advisor Jacto Lyton's hairline.
"Advisor Lyton," the Witch Queen sneered, "you seem the least eager to lead us off. So give me your report."
Jacto Lyton, hand to the Witch Queen an Warlock King stood slowly. The thin man with thinning white hair and mustache straightened wrinkles in his simple black robes and purple sash. The gold pin of a hand, holding a wand, encircled by fire which signified his position as head advisor glinted a quick reflection of light catching the Witch Queen in the eye making her squint uncomfortably. The point was now his and with a wry smile he began.
"Our blessed Witch Queen." Lyton said. "Highest of all Magi, Most honoured amongst witches, Most beautiful among women! Your people hate you."
"Outrageous!" The advisors protested.
"Yet we all know it to be true." Lyton said raising his eye brows and holding his hands wide apart as he faced the Witch Queen.
"Are you testing my patience today Jacto?" The Witch Queen asked raising her eye.
"Not at all your majesty!" Jacto Lyton insisted. "I simply relay the truth, that will be reflected in every other fact these sycophantic psychopaths you surround yourself with will deliver to you in their reports. Though they may keep that last fact from you."
The Witch Queen stood slowly from her throne and stepped forward. "Do you suggest that I'm incompetent? That some how I am a bad Witch Queen?"
"No your highness!" Lyton frowned. "I'm saying quite definitively that your self interests and lust for control and power over the well being of your people don't make you a BAD Witch Queen, they make you an EVIL one."
"And you are trying to tell me there is not one among them who would dare tell me this truth?" The Witch Queen said pulling her wand and pointing it at the table.
"That is what I'm saying." Lyton said taking hold of the wand up his sleeve.
"Jacto Lyton, always here to bring balance and truth to my table." The Witch Queen smiled. "Unlike these others... who are smarter than you."
With a quick snap of her wrist the Witch Queen cast "Avada Kedavra" and the hand to the Witch Queen and Warlock King fell dead to the chamber floor.
The Witch Queen walked back to her throne and sat down calmly as she motioned to the royal guard to remove the corpse.
"Now," the Witch Queen smiled, "My feelings are hurt. My subjects really don't love me with all their hearts? Well I am their Queen! I make the hard decisions to what's best and if they can't understand or accept it? Then tough! I am not in the mood for your personal OPINIONS on my character only the facts! Amari report."
"Your majesty," Sheliza Amari began as she stood, "there has been a bit of civil unrest, stirred up by rebel influence, but nothing unexpected and nothing that your Royal Guard could not handle swiftly and relatively quietly."
"Good." The Witch Queen nodded. "What of the Rebels?"
"A small group at best we feel." The Wedjat hissed her disdain. "University students and socially unacceptable dissidents under the command of that professional Anarchist from the America’s!"
"Yes." Queen Bougenvallia smiled evilly. "Lyra Lee-Ashwolf, the public face of the rebellion. The voice of anarchy."
"I don't understand why you just don't let me kill her and this your majesty?" Sheliza Amari pleaded.
"Oh Amari." The Witch Queen smiled. "The people have had it far to good, for far to long. My subjects need to be taught an important lesson. I need the rebellion to 'Run it's course'. Then I'll deal with her personally. Speaking of which."
The Witch Queen motioned for the Wedjat guard captain to sit and the Technomancer to stand. The whir of servos and shush of hydraulic fluid pressurization matched the clicks and ticks of the metal joints of Henimaxx Dimm's machine body as he stood. More machine than magi now he was the true embodiment of technomancy. Superior technology that could not be distinguished from magic, that channeled and harnessed magical energy. However not so advanced that he could take back a more human appearance. Many thought he looked like a machine version of Voldemort himself.
"Henimaxx Dimm," The Witch Queen asked, "is my gift to my people ready?"
"By your command my Queen." Henimaxx Dimm replied, his voice tinny and raspy, "It is just as you have designed."
"Excellent." The Witch Queen snarled. "Sit."
The Witch Queen stepped forward to the table standing before her advisors. This was something she very rarely did. Only in those moments when she was extremely happy or when she was wholly dissatisfied.
"Gormlobim you festering boil," the Witch Queen said spitting in the Hobgoblins face, "what news have you brought me from the Fae world today?"
"I bring you the allegiance of the Onirax Doxy of the Doxy Swamps!" The Hobgoblin smiled holding up a signed scroll. "Of course when they signed allegiance to you for Royal Guard protection of the swamp lands, they signed away their ancestral rights to those swamp lands to the crown my Queen!"
"You devious little turd." The Witch Queen laughed. "You've written in your usual fee of course?"
"Of course." Gormlobim chuckled along with the other Advisors. "I also bring news of the House elf king!"
"Oh?" The Witch Queen said curiously.
"He is in talks with the magi holders of the original treaty to extend the House elf enslavement from one thousand years to one of permanence. For a very large check cut to himself of course."
"Of course!" The Witch Queen said her brow furling which quickly changed to a grin. "I would love to be there the moment he realized that by doing so he realized his actions condemned not only every house elf , but every other elf blood magi out there including HIMSELF. Though the photo of his face at that moment of realization of what he'd done to himself would be art worthy of my royal gallery! However, this action will also include my Niece. Though I wish to rid myself of her, to put her in to slavery is not acceptable. No this can not be allowed to happen."
"Your orders my Queen?" Gormlobim asked.
"Warn the council of Elves." The Witch Queen said. "Tell them I feel it's their problem but I fear for my niece. Be honest. I give them a chance to deal with him OR I send Amari!"
"Consider it done my Queen." Gormlobim smiled. “Best to do it now, before your expansion through the swamps over runs the Silver forest and the Elven Lands!”
"Your Majesty if I may?" Professor Foxx interjected.
"Of course Jennifer," the Witch Queen motioned, "please say what's on your mind."
"Concerning your Niece, Sasporilla Bucket." Professor Foxx said gladly standing from her chair. "I have watched her carefully at the university as you have asked. She is not involved in politics, not shown any interest in her friend Lyra Lee-Ashwolf's antics. In fact, she very purposely distances herself from them! She is only interested in her studies and quite specifically, those involved with wand making. I feel she is of no more a threat to you my Queen than an ant."
"Thank you Ms.Foxx." the Witch Queen smiled. "Then I will have to eventually step on her."
"Majesty?" Professor Fox asked a bit confused.
The Royal palace of the Witch Queen of Avalon was majestic series of high white marble towers surrounded by grand black marble walls symbolizing the balance of light and dark magic’s between the Witch Queens house and that of the Warlock King. The Regency Tower, where all business of the monarchy was conducted, was a grand golden structure forged by the Goblins three millennia ago.
The Ivory throne room was so named for its having been carved from the solid piece of ivory. The single fragment of bone, of a creature so massive, that it could not possibly have come from this world. The floor, walls, ceiling, gem encrusted double thrones were ornately carved from the single piece of polished nether ivory.
A long table of solid onyx sat center of the room with six uncomfortable chairs crafted of pure gold. One chair for each advisor to the Witch Queen and Warlock King. The advisors filed in accompanied on each side by their own personal royal guards dressed in gold with red epaulettes. The advisors took their seats.
Jacto Lyton, hand to the Witch Queen an Warlock King sat first. A thin man with thinning white hair and mustache dressed in simple black robes with a purple sash. A gold pin of a hand, holding a wand, encircled by fire signified his position as head advisor. Most trusted above all others. The voice of balance and reason at this table.
Sheliza Amari sat next. The epitome of style and grace in her gold and red robes she pulled the golden mask from her face to reveal the aged beauty that hid the ancient monster beneath. The Wedjat. The creature from the sands the witch queen had hired as her Personal hunter and Royal Guard Captain smiled like a cat before a cage full of canaries.
Henimaxx Dimm was more machine than magi now, if he ever truly was magi at all? The product more than two hundred years of technological modifications to his own body. He now looked more like a sophisticated robot in a trench coat than a technomantic wizard. Though make no mistake, he was indeed one of the most powerful of technomancers anywhere to be found, On any world, in any universe.
Professor Jennifer Foxx sat with deliberate slowness into her seat of gold. The head of the Necromancy department of Avalon University and Advisor on all things dark arts to the Crown was neither fond of gold nor silver. Her long green velvet robes kept her corruption’s protected from the metals purity. Her beauty, like Amari's, hiding things dark and sinister beneath.
With joyful glee Millicent Glindell plopped down in her chair and dropped a nine inch thick file on the table before her. The cheerful middle aged blonde witch was always so excited for these meetings. Dressed in her favourite candy striped robes the advisor on public prosperity had once again done her home work and had hundreds of recommendations to make life better for everyone in Avalon!
The Representative for the Fae affairs was a ghastly Hobgoblin by the name Gormlobim. Standing four and s half feet in height, rather tall for a hobgoblin, his jagged wart covered features reflected the corruption he harbored in his heart. This creature would gladly sell out his own people, not to mention all fae, he would even sell his own mother if he thought he could get richer by doing so.
Trumpets echoed through great room. The Royal guard snapped to attention, wands drawn and raised symbolically before them, as the council members took to their feet.
Great golden doors in the back of the room swung open wide revealing the Witch Queen Bougenvallia Bent, dressed in white, the and Warlock King Hyronimus Rodrovich, dressed in black, who entered ceremoniously each holding one end of the scepter of power. The symbol of their joint rule of the Kingdom of Avalon. The royal couple took their places at their thrones and sat simultaneously.
"Pwease take youw seats evwyone!" The Warlock King smiled. "Guawds, at ease."
With a great mournful sigh the witch queen rolled her eyes. "As much as I dread the drudgery of all of your reports I know that we can all look forward to the joy and positive ideas of Advisor Glindell."
As the witch queen motioned to her with a polite smile the Warlock King clapped with unbridled admiration and enthusiasm.
To the outside world the Warlock Kings black robes, cloak and high collar matched with his snobbish, vain demeanor painted him as a dark wizard. This allowed the Witch queen, in her robes of white and pure as those of freshly fallen Christmas snow, to hide her true nature behind a crocodiles smile.
"Thank you your majesties." Millicent Glindell giggled tapping her file with her wand. The file separated into three similarly large files. "I have some wonderful new ideas on just how we can make life here in Avalon just so wonderful for every one of your subjects!"
"Oh! I'm so excited to he'a eva'wee Idea!" The Warlock king smiled.
"I have a wonderful Idea!" The Witch Queen smiled. "Hyronimus my love, will you accompany Advisor Glindell to the scale model room of the city and work with her personally on these projects? I will deal with the drudgery of these ones reports."
"Do you wewee mean it my dawing Bugenva'weeah?" The Warlock Kings eyes sparkled at the thought of projects that would help people. "I mean, as you command my Witch Queen."
The Warlock King ordered the royal guard to carry the files as he and his advisor skipped with delight from the Royal chamber.
The witch Queen waved her wand and slammed the large main Ivory and Onyx doors.
"That's better." The Witch Queens delightful smile faded from her face to an evil grin. "I simply can not stand that much GLEE."
There was snickering around the table from her advisors. None of them held any respect for the Warlock King. Tradition demanded that the side of Light magic be represented on one side and Dark magic on the other. So when Bougenvallia Bent passed the trials to become the Magi Witch Queen it was her responsibility to choose a Warlock King that was her opposite. She knew her dark heart well and knew that to maintain control she would need to mask it behind a kind smile and crown of white. She knew the perfect patsy to be her Warlock King. A vain Hufflepuff boy who had a crush on her all the way through Hogwarts. Heart of gold, when you could break him away from his own reflection. He was Perfect! She didn't love him, but she wouldn't allow those beneath him to belittle him either.
"You will show the Warlock King the respect that I do not." The Witch Queen hissed. "Or I will kill you all here and now and eat your liver fried in flour with mandrake leaves and onions."
Faces became more serious as the witch Queen sat forward on her throne. She had made her advisors nervous. Good. It was just those kind of small power games that she enjoyed playing. Who would the Witch Queen put on the spot first? She tapped her fingers on the arm of her throne. A bead of sweat rolled down the edge of advisor Jacto Lyton's hairline.
"Advisor Lyton," the Witch Queen sneered, "you seem the least eager to lead us off. So give me your report."
Jacto Lyton, hand to the Witch Queen an Warlock King stood slowly. The thin man with thinning white hair and mustache straightened wrinkles in his simple black robes and purple sash. The gold pin of a hand, holding a wand, encircled by fire which signified his position as head advisor glinted a quick reflection of light catching the Witch Queen in the eye making her squint uncomfortably. The point was now his and with a wry smile he began.
"Our blessed Witch Queen." Lyton said. "Highest of all Magi, Most honoured amongst witches, Most beautiful among women! Your people hate you."
"Outrageous!" The advisors protested.
"Yet we all know it to be true." Lyton said raising his eye brows and holding his hands wide apart as he faced the Witch Queen.
"Are you testing my patience today Jacto?" The Witch Queen asked raising her eye.
"Not at all your majesty!" Jacto Lyton insisted. "I simply relay the truth, that will be reflected in every other fact these sycophantic psychopaths you surround yourself with will deliver to you in their reports. Though they may keep that last fact from you."
The Witch Queen stood slowly from her throne and stepped forward. "Do you suggest that I'm incompetent? That some how I am a bad Witch Queen?"
"No your highness!" Lyton frowned. "I'm saying quite definitively that your self interests and lust for control and power over the well being of your people don't make you a BAD Witch Queen, they make you an EVIL one."
"And you are trying to tell me there is not one among them who would dare tell me this truth?" The Witch Queen said pulling her wand and pointing it at the table.
"That is what I'm saying." Lyton said taking hold of the wand up his sleeve.
"Jacto Lyton, always here to bring balance and truth to my table." The Witch Queen smiled. "Unlike these others... who are smarter than you."
With a quick snap of her wrist the Witch Queen cast "Avada Kedavra" and the hand to the Witch Queen and Warlock King fell dead to the chamber floor.
The Witch Queen walked back to her throne and sat down calmly as she motioned to the royal guard to remove the corpse.
"Now," the Witch Queen smiled, "My feelings are hurt. My subjects really don't love me with all their hearts? Well I am their Queen! I make the hard decisions to what's best and if they can't understand or accept it? Then tough! I am not in the mood for your personal OPINIONS on my character only the facts! Amari report."
"Your majesty," Sheliza Amari began as she stood, "there has been a bit of civil unrest, stirred up by rebel influence, but nothing unexpected and nothing that your Royal Guard could not handle swiftly and relatively quietly."
"Good." The Witch Queen nodded. "What of the Rebels?"
"A small group at best we feel." The Wedjat hissed her disdain. "University students and socially unacceptable dissidents under the command of that professional Anarchist from the America’s!"
"Yes." Queen Bougenvallia smiled evilly. "Lyra Lee-Ashwolf, the public face of the rebellion. The voice of anarchy."
"I don't understand why you just don't let me kill her and this your majesty?" Sheliza Amari pleaded.
"Oh Amari." The Witch Queen smiled. "The people have had it far to good, for far to long. My subjects need to be taught an important lesson. I need the rebellion to 'Run it's course'. Then I'll deal with her personally. Speaking of which."
The Witch Queen motioned for the Wedjat guard captain to sit and the Technomancer to stand. The whir of servos and shush of hydraulic fluid pressurization matched the clicks and ticks of the metal joints of Henimaxx Dimm's machine body as he stood. More machine than magi now he was the true embodiment of technomancy. Superior technology that could not be distinguished from magic, that channeled and harnessed magical energy. However not so advanced that he could take back a more human appearance. Many thought he looked like a machine version of Voldemort himself.
"Henimaxx Dimm," The Witch Queen asked, "is my gift to my people ready?"
"By your command my Queen." Henimaxx Dimm replied, his voice tinny and raspy, "It is just as you have designed."
"Excellent." The Witch Queen snarled. "Sit."
The Witch Queen stepped forward to the table standing before her advisors. This was something she very rarely did. Only in those moments when she was extremely happy or when she was wholly dissatisfied.
"Gormlobim you festering boil," the Witch Queen said spitting in the Hobgoblins face, "what news have you brought me from the Fae world today?"
"I bring you the allegiance of the Onirax Doxy of the Doxy Swamps!" The Hobgoblin smiled holding up a signed scroll. "Of course when they signed allegiance to you for Royal Guard protection of the swamp lands, they signed away their ancestral rights to those swamp lands to the crown my Queen!"
"You devious little turd." The Witch Queen laughed. "You've written in your usual fee of course?"
"Of course." Gormlobim chuckled along with the other Advisors. "I also bring news of the House elf king!"
"Oh?" The Witch Queen said curiously.
"He is in talks with the magi holders of the original treaty to extend the House elf enslavement from one thousand years to one of permanence. For a very large check cut to himself of course."
"Of course!" The Witch Queen said her brow furling which quickly changed to a grin. "I would love to be there the moment he realized that by doing so he realized his actions condemned not only every house elf , but every other elf blood magi out there including HIMSELF. Though the photo of his face at that moment of realization of what he'd done to himself would be art worthy of my royal gallery! However, this action will also include my Niece. Though I wish to rid myself of her, to put her in to slavery is not acceptable. No this can not be allowed to happen."
"Your orders my Queen?" Gormlobim asked.
"Warn the council of Elves." The Witch Queen said. "Tell them I feel it's their problem but I fear for my niece. Be honest. I give them a chance to deal with him OR I send Amari!"
"Consider it done my Queen." Gormlobim smiled. “Best to do it now, before your expansion through the swamps over runs the Silver forest and the Elven Lands!”
"Your Majesty if I may?" Professor Foxx interjected.
"Of course Jennifer," the Witch Queen motioned, "please say what's on your mind."
"Concerning your Niece, Sasporilla Bucket." Professor Foxx said gladly standing from her chair. "I have watched her carefully at the university as you have asked. She is not involved in politics, not shown any interest in her friend Lyra Lee-Ashwolf's antics. In fact, she very purposely distances herself from them! She is only interested in her studies and quite specifically, those involved with wand making. I feel she is of no more a threat to you my Queen than an ant."
"Thank you Ms.Foxx." the Witch Queen smiled. "Then I will have to eventually step on her."
"Majesty?" Professor Fox asked a bit confused.
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