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Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Feb 12, 2023 14:23:30 GMT -5
Daniel was usually not into eating much candy, but the candied apples had looked too delicious to ignore. He had bought one with coconut flakes and added a small pack of honey-burned almonds which he stuffed into his pocket. The Gryffindor enjoyed Christmas despite the shops being cramped with students. Fortunately for him, there was a stand selling Christmas sweets, which made the boy quite happy, meaning that he didn’t have to enter Honeydukes and push himself through the crowd to the counter. Daniel was visiting Hogsmeade on his own, but he assumed that he would find someone to talk with once he was here. The problem was that due to the upcoming Christmas break, everyone seemed to be out to enjoy their last trip of the year, so among the rest of the school students, he was unable to find his friends.
Daniel stood by the stand that had just sold him the sweets, scanning people who passed him by on the street. Snow crunched underneath their feet and flakes slowly fell from a grey sky, landing on their shoulders and hats. Daniel’s dark locks caught a few as well. His mouth peeked up from the Gryffindor scarf, taking a bite of the apple. Just as he gave up on finding someone he knew, the boy made a sudden turn and automatically bumped himself into another person. What worse was, his apple was now stuck in their clothes. Wide-eyed his chestnut coloured gaze moved to a guy whom he remembered being a Ravenclaw student last year. “Ehm…” Daniel frowned as he tried to think about his name… And strangely enough, there was something about that name that had an interesting fact to it. Why couldn't he remember it though?“Sorry?”
Ah, to be back in Hogsmeade. How wistful it made Angus to be within a travel's distance of Hogwarts again. Christmas was close and approaching, and before he could indulge in the leisure period of his studies from Rutherford, he had to patronize some of his old haunts. Namely Honeyduke's.
His love of this bustling town was only elevated when it was coated in the benevolent chill of the Christmas season. He stepped merrily through the threshold into the store's welcoming warmth. There were children too young to have started at Hogwarts clutching their parents' hands and pointing excitedly to the sweets they wished to have purchased for them – much like Angus at that age. Angus slid a bookmark onto the page of the book on reptilian beasts he had been reading and tucked the book underneath his arm.
He already knew which confectioneries he desired, which were the top three treats from his school years: cauldron cakes, pink coconut ice, and pumpkin pasties.
His sweet tooth was nearly as vigorous as his love of beast studies. What halted his search, however, was a fellow patron who bumped into him, resulting in their candied apple falling from their grasp and latching onto his coat. This also caused his book to plummet to the floor and fall open to the page containing a detailed illustration of a male Basilisk.
“Oh...sorry about that,” Angus said, looking at the treat's owner. “Well, now...Long time, no see, Fowell.”
The boy he recalled to belong to Gryffindor House seemed to struggle to remember his name. “It's Angus. Angus Baird.”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Feb 15, 2023 3:22:49 GMT -5
Daniel did not have to remember what house the older boy had been in, considering his outfit that matched the Ravenclaw uniform – let alone the bookmark that had been exposed once the book landed on the ground, flipping itself open. Daniel’s brown eyes darted downwards at first not really recognizing what the other had been reading, because the moment Angus had spoken his name, Daniel’s gaze landed on him again. “Oh right… Angus.” Daniel blinked when the other introduced himself and then continued. “Right back at you, Baird!” His familiar voice reminded Daniel of the time Angus had been strolling the halls of Hogwarts – a time where the Gryffindor had been quieter and far shyer than he was now. He would never have remembered someone by their voice now – heck, he barely heard anyone but his closest friends. Strangely enough, the sound of this particular guy speaking, sent strange chills down his spine.
“What have you been up to after graduation?” Daniel asked, trying to buy himself some time to figure out why Angus Baird’s presence made him so uneasy. Kneeling to pick up his book, the small hairs on the Gryffindor’s arms rose when he saw which page that stood open. Daniel carefully gathered the bookmark, putting it in between the pages without closing it. His eyes were fixed on the creature that hissed soundlessly back at him from the drawing that was supposed to resemble as basilisk. And then all of sudden, he remembered why Angus had been so interesting to most of the school board – let alone the students there. He had a very rare gift. An ability of sorts… He could talk to snakes!
“Ehm…” Daniel handed him the book back looking at how his own long fingers were closing it shut while the Ravenclaw bookmark lingered at the page about the basilisk. His gaze moved just up to land on the candied apple that was still stuck in Angus’ clothes as his face formed a grimace as if he expected the boy turn into a snake and swallow him whole. He gasped for an inhale, wanting to say something else to him, but he did not know what… Well, that was until his mouth simply decided for him. “Is it true that you can speak to snakes and have a basilisk at home?” Daniel blurted out without even considering restraining himself. Crap!
It was a pleasant surprise to see that the formerly quiet Gryffindor had become more talkative – then again, Angus had only encountered the boy once or twice during his time at Hogwarts.
“I'm enrolled at Rutherford,” Angus answered, peeling the candied apple from his coat and handing it back to Daniel, “the wizarding college. I'm studying up to start working at the Ministry. My plan is to get into their Magical Beings and Beasts Rights Office.”
It was the existence and love of his Basilisk, Bastion, that pushed him in the direction of that career path. To be stationed within said division would put Angus at least a step closer to making life better for, not only Bastion, but countless other misunderstood beasts. Just when he was about to ask Daniel how life at Hogwarts had been treating him, two questions were shot at him like a couple of unexpected hexes.
There was a time when the wholesale stigma around his ability kept him ashamed of its disclosure, but now Angus had grown proud of the gift. How long could he resent what served as the bridge of communication to one of the beings closest to him?
“That's right,” he said with a stretching grin. “I'm a Parselmouth. Bastion, my Basilisk and pride and joy, resides at my family's mansion in a habitat. Been raising him since I was nine.”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Feb 16, 2023 13:42:03 GMT -5
“Oh?” Daniel took the candied apple, but had no idea what to do with it now, because it was filled with small fluff from Angus’ jacket. So, he just held it while listening to how the other told him about his enrollment at Rutherford in order to work for the rights of beasts at the Ministry of Magic. Daniel was not even sure he knew that there was a department like that, so he blinked somewhat unimpressed, not sure what to think about it. “Sounds… Ambitious?” It was his usual reply to when someone mentioned that they wanted to work at the Ministry. The young muggleborn was not very fond of how it was run, and he would never degrade himself to work at a strange place like that. Despite having gone to Hogwarts for five years now, Daniel still hoped to get a proper job in the muggle world, and maybe miraculously attend a real university when he graduated as a wizard.
The mere thought of this simple guy in front of him having a basilisk as a pet seemed absurd, and Daniel twirled the stick with the apple around with his fingers while watching him. “What does a basilisk eat? Your enemies?” It was meant as a joke, but it was usually difficult to see when Daniel made them, because he was always looking somewhat serious. However, in this situation, he allowed a smile to slightly curl his lips upwards. “So, are the rumours true, Baird?” Yes, Daniel did look behind the older boy to see if a basilisk was lurking there before asking the next question. “Are you Salazar Slytherin’s heir and related to Lord Voldemort?”
Open-minded as he was, Angus was never one to turn away curious inquiries of his Basilisk. After all, how many Parselmouths existed who could corroborate anything? “I'd imagine in the wild they would devour any mammals in their proximity. Bastion, however, has been regularly provided with cattle for consumption while in captivity. You could say that he's more accustomed to humans bringing him food rather than seeing them as such.”
But just when he thought this conversation was a cordial one, the next two questions made Angus jerk; both from slight offense and the bold mentioning of the Dark Lord's name.
“I beg your pardon?” Angus responded, his voice raising slightly. “The Heir of Slytherin? I was a Ravenclaw, first of all. And even if I wasn't, I haven't a purist bone in my body to make me send Bastion to murder innocent Muggle-borns.”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Feb 18, 2023 7:45:34 GMT -5
“You know… I once heard about a python who slept with a lady in her bed. Suddenly, it stopped eating, and she got very worried… When she visited the vet, the vet told her to stop sleeping with it immediately, because the snake was starving itself so that it could fit her into its stomach! It had been literally lying next to her and measuring her.” This might be something Daniel had scrolled past on facebook, and he knew that there were many fake news on social media, but either way, he assumed that a pureblood like Angus had no idea what a site like that was, so it couldn’t hurt to tell him about this incident as if it could be true. “So, you are telling me that you bring a cow into your house each time your pet needs to be fed?” The whole idea of someone like Angus dragging a cow inside was rather… disturbing. Daniel has never seen a basilisk before – aside from a picture in a book, but he had a very clear idea of how it looked and how big it was. “Now you know what to look out for if it suddenly refuses to eat the cattle!”
Daniel crossed his arms in the stubborn “let’s argue, and I am right” kind of way. “So, what if you were a Ravenclaw? I could be related to Napoleon and still be British! But your ability is rare, so maybe you are related to Salazar… And Voldemort being your grand uncle or something.” The Gryffindor claimed narrowing his eyes though his voice was not being as strong and confident as it usually would be. After all, Angus was still older. If you asked him and his prejudiced youthful mind, the whole idea of a family owning a dangerous serpent like a basilisk kind of showed everyone that they affiliated themselves with venomous people too – such as Salazar Slytherin. And didn’t Voldemort even look like a snake? How convenient. Apparently all the bad guys had some kind of affiliation with a snake. For all he knew, Daniel could be standing in front of a future dark lord. The boy took a step back, clenching the stick of the candid apple in his hand. “I don’t believe in dividing people into houses anyway. There are blood purists in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff too!”
Angus never considered himself a confrontational person, and he needed thicker skin more than anyone with him being a Parselmouth. But Daniel's comments were beginning to hit something that could potentially provoke him. He had been polite with the Gryffindor from the moment he had recognized him, and he was returning the sentiment with crude theories on how Bastion would turn on and/or eat him. Angus was beginning to prefer Daniel when he was more quiet...
“Yes...I am aware of that asinine urban legend,” Angus said tartly, “and it applies to Bastion to no extent. He didn't try to so much as nip at humans when taken into holding by the Ministry.
“And for the record: its the servants who lead the cattle into the habitat, not myself.”
Daniel's accusations of him bearing any relation to Salazar Slytherin and You-Know-Who was wearing his patience thin. His rising anger was causing him to forget the treats he had initially come to Honeyduke's for.
“Let me give you a small history lesson, little lion,” Angus snarled through clenched teeth. “Herpo the Foul was a Parselmouth and the first ever known Dark wizard to create a Basilisk. He had not even a distant family tie to either Salazar Slytherin or ol' You-Know-Who – and neither have I.”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Feb 23, 2023 13:46:55 GMT -5
”Why do you get so worked up over this? I could be a descendant from freaking Jack the Ripper, but it would just be in my bloodline and maybe I will have the same eye-colour as him. That does not mean that I will walk around and murder women all around London!” Daniel rolled his eyes and despite his sharp words, he took a step back, placing the candied apple against Angus’ chest as a way of keeping their distance and maybe also to protect himself in case the former Ravenclaw decided to lunge out. “And as for… Bastion? I am just saying that you might feed mice to a cat, but at some point, it might want to start catching birds!”
His dark eyes glared firmly back at the other, wondering if he got the analogy or not. After all, he was a pureblood wizard who might have been homeschooled to think that muggles were inferior and nothing else. Did he even know what an analogy was?
“So, do you have a tie to this… Hippo the Foul or what are you saying?” Daniel knew that he was mocking, he knew that he might overstep some boundaries and was provoking this wizard who was very much capable of doing magic outside of school. Not that Daniel wasn’t capable, but he had no idea what would happen if he did. The way it sounded from the faculty, he would be thrown into Azkaban or executed. Wizards were so dramatic!
The more Daniel spoke, the more Angus's blood simmered. “You will leave Bastion's name out of your mouth if you choose to speak of him in that manner. And bloodlines matter not in this conversation – you're accusing me of being here to carry out a crusade of murder against Muggle-borns and I will not stand for it!”
Two or three heads turned in the direction of their standoff. Daniel was inducing violent emotions within Angus and was about one crude comment away from making the former Ravenclaw whip out his wand.
“Of course I have no tie to Herpo the Foul, you nit!” Angus growled.“I was using him as a bloody example of Parseltongue not being a hereditary trait!”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Feb 28, 2023 13:57:44 GMT -5
“I am not accusing you of anything Baird! I was just asking if you were related to Salazar Slytherin or Voldemort. And that’s my whole point you dimwit! You just said that bloodlines to do not matter when it comes to the actions of a wizard… But I was just curious, so calm down!” Honestly, it was Daniel who should calm down. Even though the other was older than him, and Daniel had been the one to back away, his Gryffindor heart still pushed him to argue back with the young man in front of him. Maybe because he really wanted to get his point across. Jeez, wizards were really slow at times!
“Well!” Daniel paused when the other said that parseltongue was not a hereditary trait. He needed some time to recollect his thoughts. “Why the bloody hell did not say that in the first place instead of starting acting all dramatic?” He blinked back at Angus, staring him directly into the eyes with that chestnut brown gaze of his. “Why a basilisk though? Why not a regular snake? Are you one of those people who are not satisfied with a regular dog and just buys a three-headed one?” The Gryffindor asked once he felt that the situation had calmed a little.
That was the final straw. Whatever thread that kept him dangling to his politesse had finally snapped. He flicked his wand from his sleeve and then jabbed the tip into the center of Daniel's throat, his book falling to the floor yet again. Women gasped and pulled their children away; some of the other customers dropped their treats in utter shock. “One more word...ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL DELIVER A JINX UPON YOU THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER THROUGHOUT YOUR REMAINDER AT HOGWARTS!”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Mar 6, 2023 1:38:04 GMT -5
Daniel had not expected the outburst, he had believed that Angus was better than that. Wasn’t he a Ravenclaw? Weren’t they supposed to be smart? Not that he ever believed that Hogwarts knew what it was doing by dividing people into houses like that; seemed like a very bad idea considering that kids were already struggling with cliques and bullying. He thought that he had quite some temper, but never had he imagined Angus having one as well, and what amused Daniel the most was that he had nothing to be mad about.
Yet, the boy was still older than him; he was allowed to do magic outside of school. “I still don’t get what you are so angry about!” Daniel said, still taking a step away as the other pulled out a wand and pointed it at him. “You know, Baird. Jinxing me simply because I asked a curious question just proves that you are no better than those you so desperately don’t want to be.” He smirked, feeling like he was hitting a low point, but Daniel still did not understand what made the other guy so pissed. Wizards were indeed quite unintelligent.
In not even a full second, Daniel's tongue was affixed to the roof his mouth as though super-glued to it. This would prevent yet another vexing word from floating from his mouth – or any incantation to a spell, for that matter. What better way to get the upper hand than to prevent any magical retaliation?
But he wasn't done. No. He had yet another jinx up his sleeve. This jinx wasn't as injurious as it was humiliating, but it would at least teach Fowell to think before chagrinning Angus by badmouthing Bastion. “LOCOMOTOR WIBBLY!”
Angus never had reason to use the Jelly-Legs Jinx before, so it was somewhat intriguing to be able to actually see it in action. Daniel fell to the floor, and some of the children laughed and pointed. Some of the parents dragged them away to the exit.
The only thing Angus had to say as he towered over the fallen Gryffindor was, “I warned you.”
Post by DANIEL FOWELL on Mar 20, 2023 2:13:37 GMT -5
Angus just proved that Daniel had been right all along. The fact that wizards were narrowminded people who lingered in the past just told him that it was true the moment the other raised his wand at him. No muggle would ever go to such measures if he had been asked a simple question about his heritage – not even if the heritage happened to be to some historical figure that was hated all over the world. Truth to be told, it was a childish way to react from Angus’ part. Sadly, Daniel could not do anything about it, because he was not allowed to do magic outside of school. His mouth closed shut when he was hit with the langlock spell, and afterwards, the boy fell backwards with his legs shaking so bad that it looked like he was having a seizure.
His eyes grew wide in both anger and surprise as people stepped away from the two boys. The shopkeeper, however, was quick to act and she scolded both Daniel and Angus for disturbing the peace. If they wanted to fight, they could take it outside. The woman lifted the two curses from Daniel, and crossed her arms, tapping angrily her foot, waiting for the kids to run off. Daniel quickly got on his feet again, stumbling away from Angus as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. Chestnut brown eyes glared back at the other. “You bloody ignorant moron.” He hissed. “Are you so stupid that the only thing you can do in an argument is to curse someone? You just proved that I was right all along. So pathetic!” He brushed the dust off his clothes, and stormed off in the direction of Hogwarts – clearly, still in distress from being attacked without a fair reason.
Out of character TAGGED:ANGUS BAIRD NOTES: The end? :-D
