Piercing gaze

Slugs and danger

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1992 – Hogwarts, Scotland, United Kingdom

Vera was standing in an unused classroom down in the dungeons. Asking Hogwarts for attack dummies wasn't the hard part, not even blasting them to smithereens was hard. No, the hard part was getting over her irrational rage at what was going on in the school. Classes had been in session for a good six weeks and she was no closer to finding out what had Marvolo's magic than that first day in school. It was frustrating her in ways that usually wouldn't get under her skin however this wasn't just anyway to anger her. Weasley and Potter were getting more on her nerves though Granger seemed to have backed off and wanted to focus more on her studies than antagonize her and the other Slytherins. Except she seemed to be annoyed with her when Vera beat her in all their classes.

These simple aggravations were building on top of one another and was starting to affect her interactions with fellow classmates as well. Several of the snakes that were more ignorant and lack self-preservation had been introduced to her frigid rage. Their reputations within the house were tittering and she simply dared them to push her in anyway. Of course, those that had learned when to push and when to step back found all the lashings, verbal and physical, to be amusing and entertaining.

Curse after curse was flung from her wand as she continued to dwell on the problems. Though another issue was Dumble-de-fuck hiring that fraud, pompous, peacock Lockhart. Bloody bastard didn't understand a lick of what he's supposed to be teaching. What idiot releases a hundred Cornish pixies in a classroom? Anyone with common sense should realize that pixies of any kind were tricky, havoc causing, little pain in the arses which shouldn't be messed with. It was official. Gilderoy Lockhart was a bumbling idiot that should never have been hired as an educator. That first class had Lady Magick enraged at the disrespect towards her gifts and her creatures. While both she and lord Death continuously commented on the fact that Lockhart was a con-artist of the magical world. Getting other stories and then selling them as his own while the original teller is confounded and confused about everything.

It disgusted her. but then again, a lot of things disgusted her.

Casting a bombarda at the last dummy, she realized that it was overpowered when not only the dummy wall behind it showed to be chipped and dented as though a boulder was thrown into it. Heaving, Vera stood there with her wand limp at her side. Dust and debris in her hair which had been pulled into a messy bun, dirt covered her clothes and her mismatched eyes were shining in the room. She was a mess.

When her breathing was back under control, she tugged on her robes, made sure everything was in place and called the house elves to clean up. Taking her frustrations out this way wasn't going to solve anything. She needed to get to work and stop having tantrums.

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This year wasn't starting off so hot for the wizarding world's savior. First that pesky elf had done something to the entrance leaving him to be taking Mr. Weasley's car flying car and driving it over London. That wasn't exactly a joy ride. Driving was so much harder than flying a broomstick. Then after him and Ron crashed the car, they didn't only have their parent's punishments, they also had to deal with Professor Snape's punishment. That greasing old git just didn't know how to have any fun. Of course, James and Lily believed their darling little boy when Edmund explained to them that flying the car wasn't his idea and only went along to make sure that his best friend didn't do anything too dangerous. They knew that their precious Eddy would've never thought of that idea himself. He was such a good boy.