Chapter 12: Ding Dong…
Chapter 12: Ding Dong…
My Father is dead.
I should be sad, I should be crying, I should be proclaiming an insane desire to have bloody vengeance on whichever son of a bitch was stupid enough to kill him.
I should be going to some deep, dark corner of the world to find some dark wizard willing to teach me spells so dark they make the unforgivable look mildly unpleasant.
I certainly shouldn’t be dancing through the corridors singing ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’
I certainly shouldn’t be having the best time of my life just watching the reactions of the other students as I run past them laughing like a maniac…
Though I have to say the expressions on the terrible trio’s faces will keep me laughing for a decade or two…
Ding dong the BITCH is dead.
Maybe I should send Voldemort a thank you card.
There’s a thought…
A PINK thank you card, covered with flowers and fluffy bunnies and all things… ‘nice’
Oh, I am so evil.
“Did Malfoy just giggle?” Ron asked, aghast.
“Yes, he did,” Harry replied, a disturbed expression on his face.
“That is just… not right”
There was a grunt of agreement from beside the apparently comatose Hermoine, and Ron glanced up to see Goyle nodding agreement.
“See, even Goyle is agreeing with me, and that has to be a sign of the impending apocalypse” Ron continued.
There was a second grunt, then a disturbed moan from the four as Malfoy burst out singing again, something about sending the Dark Lord a fluffy bunny as a thank you.
“That’s just disturbing,” Harry commented.
“I think I’m going to have nightmares for a month”
Mediation, meditation, meditation…
Oh yes, and katas by the dozen. I don’t know who this Scotsman is, but he certainly knows how to swing a sword.
Erm, let me rephrase that, he’s an accomplished….
Losing proposition I suppose, since ‘sword’ became synonymous with something other then a metallic bladed object.
Still, the point stands, he may have been brought in to teach me mediation and to balance myself, but he is using his skills as a swordsman to do that, sticking to what he knows I suppose.
It’s working though, I certainly am more centred then I used to be, more controlled and that is showing through in my attempts to use my powers. Sure, I still do not have perfect control, not by a long shot but unintentional use of my powers; slips in control are occurring a lot less frequently.
I am also learning how to fight with a sword myself, as well as a few martial arts forms, big bonus there.
As far as shifting into my animagus form goes, well I am getting there. I managed a complete transformation once, but that was heavily aided, I need to learn to do it on my own.
Jareth paid me a visit last night too, then left in rather a huff after he spotted the other Jareth, my owl. The fact that I had found an owl that just happened to look like him in his other form was bad enough but to find I had named my owl Jareth as well… well, he really didn’t like the implication that I was keeping him as a pet.
Always funny to see a full grown man in a full-blown huff, though I suspect my giggling at his reaction just made his temper worse…
Still, I am progressing, just not, to my mind, fast enough.