Feral Den

Chapter 48

The class was silent. Filled with nothing but the scratching of quills on parchment as the students slaved away writing out chapter twenty of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard: "A Road with Magical Cores".

A magical core can come in all different shapes and sizes. Not one is the same, though all are not entirely different. Magical cores form in the lineage of family —for particular example, a pureblood family may have the same fundamental magical core as their ancestors. Whether this be the form of a Dark magical core or a Light magical core.
A muggleborn is not so simple, as they can take after either Dark or Light depending on family history such as medical records with mental or physical illnesses or the environment they are raised in. Half-bloods have been known to take after their magical lines rather than develop away from the magical core of their witch or wizard parental figure.

A magical core can be one of three degrees.
Dark: where the user feels the most confident and eased using that of Dark curses and spells.
Light: the form of which the castor feels most comfortable using lighter charms and jinxes.
Grey: the rarest of the magical cores where the witch or wizard feels at ease in using both Light spells and Dark Curses.

A Grey magical core has been found in namely half-bloods who come from either another half-blood and muggle or a pureblood and muggle, taking after both of their parents.
Though why and how a core can balance out the two specific types of magic has not been thoroughly researched enough for an answer to be conclusive...

And so on and so on.

Hailee's head was beginning to bob, her quill still over her ink bottle while Thomas dutifully wrote out the lines of the chapters beside her.
He glanced at her, nearly fed up as he heard the faint sound of Hailee's snore. It really was preposterous to Thomas, at times, that this was his twin sister. The girl was clearly raised with a lack of manners and her bluntness was something else entirely at times. Even in the worst cases where she should only take things seriously —but no, instead she's blatantly sleeping in the monsters personal play room. Umbridge chose most of her victims within class hours, and Hailee wasn't making it any easier for herself by sleeping.

Of course, however, this was Hogwarts.
Nothing stayed peaceful for long.

It startled everyone as a Crash! sounded from outside than the yelling of another. Students were on their feet in seconds, Hailee's hand slipping from under her chin as she became alert.

"Sit down!" Umbridge demanded, though it went to deaf ears as the ruckus outside only grew. People flickering in the small windows around the door running only making everyone more curious.
The Gryffindors were the first ones out, quickly followed by the Slytherins. Hailee was in the thrall of it all, running with the mixture of students heading for the screeching of Peeves the poltergeist.

The group slid around a corner, coming up short on the Charms corridor where a large swamp now filled the corridor.
People gasped and pushed to see better as sparks continued to shoot off above the swamp.
Flickering with advertisements on the Weasleys new home shop. Hailee's eyes widened in astonishment as Flitwick, his class and Umbridge and Hailee's class, came to stare at the spectacle.

"Holy shit!" Hailee breathed, a laugh tickling the back of her throat at what was clearly Fred and George's doing. "Holy shit!" She repeated, louder this time as the students became rowdy with renewed vigor.
"What the hell?" Ron gawked beside Hailee.
The girl laughed, cupping her face in a thrill of hysteria. Her eyes widened comically at the sight.