Magic and Other Misconceptions [Discontinued]

The Feels

It had been a month since school started, and since then, Lillian had settled into an easy rhythm.  Wake up, mourn loss of sleep over breakfast, classes, free time, more classes, and homework.  Then, of course, was her almost daily trip to the library.  It was currently a Saturday, and Lillian had just finished lunch, already in her established spot in the corner of her book-clad haven.  She was hunched over her worn leather book she had gotten from Charm when they were still on the train, scanning the text.  It was full of what sounded like dangerous and most likely forbidden potions, but Lillian paid the warning signs no heed, instead choosing to read on.  {I'm just going to translate this to English for those who are not fluent in Spanish :)}  This potion will cause immense suffering for all who ingest it.  Perfect for torturing, as it causes a slow burn that can be controlled by the potionmaker, but still will render the victim capable of speaking.  Lillian smiled slightly to herself, flipping a page.  She most likely wouldn't use it, but it was interesting to read about the different dark potions that were relatively unknown.
"Lillian."
"Hey, Hermione."
She glanced up with a small smile directed toward the other girl.
"Is that the book on dark potions from the train?"
"Yup," Lillian responded, popping the p.  "It's actually rather interesting.  Has lots of ways to kill people, though.  I'm probably not going to use half this book."
"I'd hope you wouldn't use any of it," Hermione sniffed, pulling out a chair for herself.  "Mind if I do some homework here?"
"Go ahead," she responded absentmindedly.  "I've found some writings in the margins of the book that I want to look more closely at anyway, so I'm not going anywhere for a while."
The writing was small and cramped into the edges of the pages, and Lillian found herself murmuring the notes as she read it. Vita lactaverunt.  The same words were repeated over and over, and as she repeated them to herself, confused.  Finally, she shrugged to herself in confusion.
"Yeah, this is just a load of crap written in," she told Hermione disappointedly.  "I can't even decipher what it means."

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Whereas Lillian was quietly reading in the library, Charm was running around the forbidden forest, looking for some herbs she could use to increase the enchantments on her weapons. But she was also in the mood to kill.
She quickly bent over and and picked the herbs she was searching for when she heard a scuffling in the distance. Not knowing what who or what it was, Charm did it a quick mental inventory of what she had on her. Daggers, check. Pistol in hidden pocket, check. Smoke bombs on belt, check. Poison in shoe, check. Katana on my side, check. Ok, let's figure out what that noise was. Charm climbed a tree, heard the noise gain, and jumped down on top of its source.
"What the hell, George, help me!  Something's tackling me!"
"Wait. . . Fred?! What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Charm?!"
By the time George came over, the two had gotten off of each other and were in a heated argument.
"Why are you in the forbidden forest, Fred?"
"I could ask you the same thing. And why are you standing in the shadows?  I can barely see you."
"Good," Charm said as she turned around and ran off. Once she was far enough way, she created a portal, running back into the Slytherclaw common room.
As Charm went into her room (Slytherclaws get their own rooms because it's the smallest house) she hid her weapons and outfit in a secret closet and threw on some other clothes, knowing Fred and George would be back any minute.
"WHY WAS CHARM THERE?!?! It doesn't make any sense," Fred whined.
"I know," George replied. "She doesn't seem like that much of a daredevil."
Charm then stepped out of her room and asked, "Where now?"
"You were in the forbidden forest, just now. How'd you get here so fast?"
"Fred, George, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me. There are plenty of creatures that can imitate in the forbidden forest."
"But it had your voice," George said. "It sounded exactly like you."
"Voices are easy to imitate."
"Then it would have had to have heard you, right?"
"Maybe it had psychic powers.  Did you get a good look at it?"
"No, it was standing in the dark," Fred replied, defeated.
"Well then, problem solved! Now, what were you two doing in the forbidden forest?" Charm inquired as she sat down on the seat closest to her.
"That's none of your business."
"Ok, I'll go to our head of house. SHERLY!"
As Sherlock stepped out of his office, he took one look at Fred and George and sighed.
"Charm, you know exactly why they were there," he said, and then walked over to her.
"Yes, but they were there without permission."
"Fine, you can decide their punishment."
"Thank you!"
"But- but Professor Holmes," George started.
"Hush," Sherlock replied. He leaned in towards Charm, and whispered, "and I expect a share of what you earned, 10%."
"Fine."
"Well, call me if there's a murder!" Sherlock giddily yelled as he stepped back into his office.
"What's our punishment?" Fred inquired. "And how are you and Professor Holmes so acquainted?"
"Oh, you'll find out," Charm replied with a devious smile on her face.
If I weren't so attracted I'd be scared for my life, Fred thought. Maybe I should be.