Filling the Void ➰ Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 4: Practical Quiz

| Stiles Stilinski |

"Okay gather up, we're going to do some practical quiz," I said as soon as my feet stepped inside the room.

I was welcomed by gasp and the loud chattering I heard outside completely replaced by shock students. "Did I say something wrong?"

My eyes immediately found Hermione sitting on the first row, her eyes on the book.

"No sir, we're just surprised we're doing practical quiz today," Harry said with a snort.

"And you dress really good. Sir." Parkinson said, earning nods of approval from her classmates.

I chuckled and sat over my desk. "I'm sorry, I got used to put on anything I am comfortable with." I know I had to explain because I'm wearing my Lacrosse Jersey, maroon pants and my white Adidas. I managed to grab my bag on way out of Eichen House.

"That is so cool," The boy with white blond hair said.

"Thanks, Mr. Malfoy. Okay everyone, wands out!" I clapped my hands and they all got to their feet. "I want you to hit me, one by one."

There was another set of gasp from my female students. Did I said it wrong again? Oh god, British people are killing me. "With a spell. Ern, the best offensive spell you know." I guess I made myself clear with that.

"Okay, let's do this." said Harry with full force anticipation.

"Mr. Longbottom?" I coaxed at Neville who's been the first one in the line.

He raised a shaking hand and shouted, "Stupefy!"

"Whoa!" I fell on my back but that wasn't really painful. Thanks God. "Good job!"

"Flipendo!" Dean Thomas knocks me down, meter away from my slot.

"Everte Statum!" Ugh that was painful.

"Great flex, Miss Weasley." I grunted.

"I think you should block the spell. Sir," it's Hermione's turn. Oh good luck to me.

I pants and got to my feet, hands on my knees but trying so hard to show them how tough I am. Oh crap! I think I broke a rib.

"Sir?"

"This quiz is to test how fatal the damage you could do," I said.

"Alright, then let's do this, Levicorpus!"

"Fuck!" I cursed out loud when something invisible grabs my ankle and lift me up side down in the air.

There was another set of gasp. Now it's louder.

My jersey rolls over my face and I can't see them anymore.

"I've never seen anything as sexy,"

"And hot,"

"Is that a six pack? Oh my God? You think we can touch it?"

"Guys I'm going to faint,"

Then I heard a loud thump before Hermione finally puts me down. Millicent Bulstrode was lying on the floor, unconscious. I glared at Hermione but she just threw me a playful smirk. Wtf? That's the first time. Is she teasing me?

"I think that's all for today, take miss Bulstrode to infirmary we'll gonna resume this next meeting."

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"Ow, ow, shit!" I tossed the ice bag on the basin and discarded my jersey aside. I can't think of anything else to do, it was written on the curriculum that I should give them practical quizzes and obviously I'm no magic Stiles so blocking every fucking spell was impossible.

For the first time, I just wanted to change so the pain will go away. But I know I can't risk it. I almost hurt Hermione yesterday.

I don't even know how I got in that library but when she bumped on me I was suddenly back on myself. And thanks God she didn't saw the swiss knife which I immediately hid in the pocket at the back of my pants. I had to distract her so I kissed her.

And I liked it, I want to do it over and over again. But I am a professor here. Screwing up with a top notcher student won't help me getting everyone's trust. Most especially, Harry who's still eyeing me suspiciously.

*crack!*

A loud noise emerged out of nowhere and Dobby the house elf appeared just beside me. "Oh my God Dobby, you scared the crap out of me!" I said, holding me chest.

"Dobby is sorry sir, Dobby is here to deliver his potion," then the kind elf put down the phial on the table before vanishing again in the thin air.

"That was awesome, I never thought I would envy an elf on my entire existence." I shook my head and grab the phial. I drank it straight. Its effects immediately takes over.

I don't feel sleepy at all, but I could feel my muscles relaxing, my breathing went deeper as if I'm completely sleeping.

Sleeping awake. This is the most amazing thing I've even felt. Dobby said it was from the headmaster himself. Dumbledore knew about my sleep walking disorder so he gave me this potion that allows my body to rest without actually sleeping. I won't have dreams and will still aware of everything happening around me.

Well that's the hard part, I'm spending hours just lying and thinking.

I hope my dad is okay. I know he won't stop finding me, and so Scott, Lydia, Liam and the rest. But somehow I hope they just give up. I don't want them to waste their time finding a totally useless person. I could hurt them, I'm a danger to my friends.

Maybe I could figure out how to release this bad spirit, maybe there's also a potion for it. And I'm depending now on my new source, Hermione.

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"Is everything okay Mr. Stilinski?" Professor McGonagall asked, tapping me slightly on the shoulder.

"Oh, er yes. Everything's under control." I replied with a nod.

McGonagall settled down beside me. "Dumbledore told me about your sleeping problems. How are you coping with it now?" the way she speaks... She remind me so much of Scott's mom, Melissa.

"He's giving me this potion every night which keeping me awake but allowing my body to rest. But... My head, I think it's so full. I think it's gonna burst,"

"I'll see what else we can do about it okay? Don't worry, Dobby won't miss delivering your potion." she get to her feet and patted me once again before walking away.

I buried my face on my palm but something caught my sight. I think I saw a foot right in front of me.

"Fuck, Hallucinations. This is getting worse." I bolted up and made my way for the class.