Tales from the Staff Room

by ladyElizabethRaven

Summary:

Aesop has always believed that a life of a Hogwarts professor is filled with monotony and uneventful days. However, the longer he stayed at the castle, the more he realizes it is not the case.

And he is thoroughly unprepared for the slew of chaos and mishaps that will follow him during his days as the Hogwarts' Potions Professor.

Notes:

Hello! This is where I will put the rest of the stories for Sharpuary! It will be in stand-alone episodic formats featuring more light-hearted stories about Aesop and the rest of the Hogwarts Faculty & Staff gang. Not only I'm writing this because of the Sharpuary prompts, but also because I really, REALLY, want to see slice of life stories featuring these characters. Not every Hogwarts story has to be world-ending, you know?

I'm not sure if there will be explicit chapters, but I'll set the rating in Mature for the meanwhile.

Thank you to @ynyseira for spearheading this event! :D

For this first chapter, this will be for the prompt: Shadow.

Enjoy, and happy Sharpuary! ^_^

Chapter 1: To Hunt a Shadow

Aesop watched silently as Mirabel rubbed Kathrina's back. The Alchemy Professor had cried for an hour since the incident had begun. The dozing faculty assembled at the staff room at the base of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. Most of them still had their nightgowns on when they hurried to observe what occurred. The serious expression on their faces concealed their tired eyes as they attempted to decipher what transpired. They didn't appreciate the midnight cry that disrupted their sleep. Maybe it was fortunate for him that the noise woke him up. The night terrors during his slumber did not give him a good rest, anyway.

Still, that something spooked a professor that badly bothered him.

He shifted his seat, easing up the pain that coiled around the base of his hip, down to his left leg. The icy numbness that claimed his injured limb momentarily vanished thanks to the warmth of the crackling fire in the hearth. "So, are you saying that there is a monster lurking in this very tower?"

"No, it lurks in every corner of the castle," Mirabel clarified. While she massaged her temple, Aesop observed that she was attempting to jog her memories. "I witnessed its shadow running about when I ran to Professor Holmes' side. And, oh dear, it was hideous! It is a formless blob with tentacles that slither around as if they had a life of their own. A horrendous tongue that stretches into who knows where. Oh, I can't imagine what will happen to us if we come face to face with such a foul creature."

"And the rumbling sound it makes," Kathrina shuddered and hugged her arms hoping to calm herself down, "That terrifying rumble... I can still feel it."

"That's right!" Mirabel added, "It is like...like a snake ready to swallow you whole!"

"A snake…" Aesop repeated as he stared at the two women seated at the sofa before him. He glanced at the other professors. Dinah appeared as if she was skeptical, yet cautious about dismissing the claims. Abraham crossed his arms and thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. The others seemed to be in a state of uncertainty, attempting to process all the information.

The Potions Master sighed. "What you're trying to say is that you believe that there is a monster that is haunting the walls of this castle."

The two professors nodded.

"But have you seen the intruder?" Dinah asked, "Are you sure it's not a trick of the light or an illusion spell?"

Kathrina shook her head. "I wish it was just some charm, but...the feeling was too genuine. I tried to cast a Banishing Charm to subdue it. But... But..." choked sobs escaped her lips as her words faded into a muffled whisper.

"She's not the only one who spotted this creature," said Professor Ronen, "I have overheard other pupils discussing the Shroud Monster in my classroom. It has been running amok in this castle for quite some time."

Aesop's brows raised. "Really? And how long have these students been seeing this magical beast?”

"For around a week or two. I thought that these are just stories that the children circulate amongst themselves, but with Professor Holmes here witnessing this 'monster' in her laboratory, it might be more than just a mere prank."

The room fell silent as each professor pondered the gravity of the situation. Matilda appeared more disturbed by the idea of a dangerous creature lurking within the school’s halls. She adjusted her spectacles and addressed the group. "It goes to say that this matter needs to be delicately handled. We do not want to cause panic among the students. I’ll go ahead and speak with the headmaster to discuss what steps we can take to resolve this. Meanwhile, everyone must keep a lookout for this... 'monster'. Let us all be vigilant."

All the people in the room nodded in agreement.

"Also, it will be helpful if we discreetly investigate who have seen this monster to collaborate with what we have just discussed tonight."

"I'll make sure of it," Aesop answered.

The professors turned their heads towards him. They all wore the same surprised reaction except for the Deputy Headmistress whose eyes shimmered with hope. "You will, Professor Sharp?"

Aesop nodded. "Indeed. If this is as dangerous as we are assuming, then we need to handle the situation swiftly. We can't have another incident slip by under our noses. Not when the students are involved. If Professor Holmes is correct, then it could mean that someone's life is at stake."

His words seemed to have brought everyone together.

"I suppose that would be the best course of action, Professor Sharp," Matilda said, "We would appreciate it very much if you could look into the matter. We all trust in your judgement."

He nodded. While the uneasiness crept in him, the sense of duty overrode that emotion. "I am going to start tomorrow then. For now, I suggest that we all get back to bed before the Headmaster wakes up from all this commotion. I'm sure he won't be happy about the interruption."

"Ah, he will complain about us interrupting his beauty sleep because of some unimportant issue," Chiyo huffed.

Laughter erupted in the tiny room. There was a reason they did not even bother waking him up. Black would probably throw a tantrum and tell them to resolve the matter before any of the 'pureblood' families catch wind of it.

They all rose from their seats. The professors exited the staffroom one by one, and soon, only Aesop and Matilda were remaining.

The Deputy Headmistress spoke, "Professor Sharp, may I have a moment of your time?"

He nodded. "Of course, Matilda. What is it?"

"Thank you for taking on this responsibility. I am aware that you already have a lot on your plate. However, I sincerely appreciate your willingness to assist.”

He could not help but feel flattered. But recognized the look in her eyes. She was one of the few people who knew of his anxiety attacks and night terrors. His scars served as a constant reminder of the horrors he endured as an Auror. Surviving his last mission was a miraculous feat, even with the injuries and lifelong disability it caused him.

"Think nothing of it. I'm merely doing my duty as a professor."

"And I appreciate it. Please, be careful. If you ever require help, I am here to offer you all the support that you need."

Aesop simply nodded in response. "I'll be fine," he said and left the room. Strangely enough, the thought of the danger lurking had awakened something within him.

His mind was clear, and his heart, calm.

For the first time in a long while, he felt he was in his element.

It would not take too long before he would find himself back in the world he had been too familiar with.

And this instance, it was the hunt for a mysterious monster.

***

The Advanced Potions class seemed to drone as Aesop observed his students. The Ravenclaw and Slytherin pupils sat together at the table, mixing and stirring the various ingredients that were written in the blackboard. He watched them carefully, making sure that no one was missing a step or doing anything reckless.

But alas, there was only one student who stood out from the rest.

Rheias positioned herself beside her cauldron with an annoyed look on her face. The frown on her lips was deep, and her eyes were sharp. With a scrunched nose, she held a tiny vial filled with an unusual, red substance.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Moonwater?"

The girl jumped, making the vial slip from her fingers. She yelped in panic. "Please, don't break, don't break, don't break! Slow, slow, slow down...!" she begged in a panicked whisper. A floating vial held crimson powder that swayed gently. Aesop hummed, eyes narrowing at the student as the bottle returned to her hands. "Ms. Moonwater..."

Rheias blinked, a sheepish grin on her expression as she answered, "Y-Yes, Professor?"

His instincts warned him of some mischief. Though the girl attending his class was a miracle in itself, the smile etched on her face told him otherwise.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"A-Ah, well, I was just trying to add this...er...red powder to my potion! See?" she explained. She pointed at her bubbling cauldron. The brownish liquid within was turning deep crimson as it frothed.

"But the recipe does not call for that ingredient.”

Rheias frowned. "But it smells nice, Professor! I just thought it would make the smell better!"

The frown on his face deepened. He recognized the scent of the powder. He approached her and examined her cauldron, taking in the foul smell. "Tell me, Ms. Moonwater, do you have any idea what you're about to add to the potion?"

She scratched the back of her head and smirked. "Well, it's paprika! I know it's silly of me to put this in here, but I think maybe it could enhance the taste and the smell of this concoction? It might also give the person a little of warmth in their stomach!"

"Ms. Moonwater, the Regerminating Potion doesn't need that," he said, pointing at the ingredient list written on the board. "It clearly calls for dried mandrake roots, and not paprika."

She paused. "Oh, right..."

"This is an advanced class, Ms. Moonwater. This is not for you to experiment and have fun. You are here to follow instructions." He crossed his arms. "I suggest you throw it out before you accidentally blow up your cauldron and turn yourself into a human fireball."

Rheias sighed, "Yes, Professor. I’m sorry.”

Despite turning away, she still held the vial, which Aesop noticed. With a quick motion, she slipped the glass bottle into her robe's pockets, unaware that he had witnessed the entire thing. He considered taking the contraband, but chose not to. It would be better if she did not know that he was aware of her antics.

As the class droned on, the students chattered as they waited for their potions to boil. The usual gossip bored him and he tended to occupy himself with simple research. But there was a particular hushed conversation that quickly piqued his interest.

"Duncan, we all know how much of a scaredy cat you are," said Imelda. "How can we believe that what you saw is real?"

"I swear to Merlin, what I'm saying is true!" the young man defended.

"Yeah, sure. How come nobody else has seen the Shroud Monster except for you?"

"Because you spend your time flying in your broom and bitching about Quidditch!" the boy wearing glasses spat, "If you just paid attention, you'd notice that this beast has been lurking around the castle! It has killed four giant spiders, you know."

Aesop turned to them, seizing the students' attention. They froze when they realized that their Potions Professor was looking at them. He strode towards them and faced the boy."Mr. Hobhouse, remain here after class," he said curtly.

Duncan's face paled as Imelda snickered beside him.

He sighed. This was going to be a long day.

It did not take much time for the class to end. The students poured out of the room in droves, and only one remained: Duncan. The student looked as if he was ready to piss himself any moment. He glanced down at his feet and fidgeted nervously. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Is there something wrong, Professor Sharp?"

Aesop arched his eyebrow. "What is this that I learned about a 'shroud monster'?"

"Well... I saw it when I was rushing my way back to the Ravenclaw Tower right before the curfew started," the boy explained. "First, I heard the growls coming from the kitchens. I was about to ignore it when the rumbling sounds became louder and louder! Then a shadow stretched across the halls. It was big, huge even! Like...like a...like a giant, monstrous puffskein! I couldn't really figure out what it looked like because it was so dark. I was so scared that I froze! Then it stuck out its tongue from the mass of fur and shadows. It was long and black and it licked the floor as if it was looking for something. It was terrifying!"

Shivering, the boy recalled, "I screamed for help, and the creature responded with a scream that echoed through every corridor until someone arrived..."

So far, everything sounded plausible enough. But Aesop had to dig further. "And did you see the monster, Mr. Hobhouse?"

Duncan shook his head. "When a prefect came to my rescue, we went to the place where it had ran off to. We found nothing but clumps of fur and claw marks. I was told to go back to the dormitories and to tell anyone I encountered to do the same. I was so scared that night that I stayed awake until sunrise."

"I see," the Potions Professor answered, "So you say that the monster disappeared without a trace?"

The young Ravenclaw nodded.

He narrowed his eyes, skeptical of the story. He knew Duncan was a smart lad but additionally a cowardly one. Rheias once shared how the boy begged her to find a Venomous Tentacula leaf, proving his bravery. It would not surprise him if Hobhouse spun such tale to exaggerate things a bit.

"Professor Sharp, please, I'm telling the truth! Other students have also seen that Shroud Monster! You can ask Arthur Plummly or Nellie Ogspire about it. They encountered the magical beast in the Library! Arthur even got bitten by that thing!"

"What did you say!?"

"Yes! His arm was bleeding when the others took him to the Hospital Wing!"

The news alarmed Aesop so much that he almost sprung up from his seat. "How come neither Madame Scribner nor Nurse Blainey reported this? Where is Mr. Plummly?"

"I believe he's still in the Hospital Wing right now, sir."

That was all he needed to hear. After dismissing Duncan, he strode towards his next destination as fast as his injured leg could take him. The pain blossoming from his injury complained, but he ignored it. The safety of the students took precedence over his disability.

The Hospital Wing was empty save for the nurse and Arthur sitting at the foot of the bed.

Noreen Blainey's eyes widened upon seeing him. "Aesop! What a surprise! What brings you here?"

“I received information that a student was admitted after he got into an accident.”

She acknowledged and briefly looked at the Hufflepuff boy stationed by the bedside. "Ah yes. Mr. Plummly suffered some bite marks from an unknown creature. Poor lad was attacked in the Library!"

He glanced at the young man. "Is this true?"

Arthur nodded, showing him the bandage wrapped around his arm. "Yes, sir. I was just trying to get a book from the top of the bookshelf when I noticed a shadow lurking nearby. I thought it was a student, but then it attacked me!"

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The boy pushed his round spectacles up the bridge of his nose and began telling his version of the event.

"I was in the library searching for some books for my History of Magic homework when I came across the Shroud Monster. At first, I thought I heard some rumbling behind the bookshelves. I ignored it. But when I turned, there it was! A black blob with a long, snaking tongue was hiding in the shadows! It seemed to search for something as it sniffed along the dusty shelves. I swatted it away, but I angered it and bit me!"

"But thankfully, the injury is not severe. It will heal in a matter of days." Noreen assured the Potions Master.

He nodded. "So this Shroud Monster is indeed dangerous." he said grimly, "Where did you encounter this monster, Mr. Plummly?"

"In Library, sir, near the History of Magic section."

After saying a work of thanks, Aesop made his way to his next destination As he walked, a myriad of thoughts plagued him. What kind of monster he was up against? How dangerous was it? Was it a Dark Creature that escaped from the Forbidden Forest or perhaps it was something worse?

"Poppy, I can't find Greta in the Vivarium! She hasn't returned and I don't know what to do!"

"Calm down. You have the bait, correct? We just have to predict where she'll end up next."

The voice made him stop in his tracks. Rheias and Poppy Sweeting stood behind a hidden alcove near the door to the Library. His curiosity peaked, and he took cover near the pillar and listened to the conversation.

"Right. That's true. Okay...so where might Greta be at this moment? I'm worried, Poppy. Anyone who doesn’t know what she is might attack her."

"I agree. I haven't seen her since she escaped last three weeks ago. We should set up a trap and lure her out. The only thing we have to figure out is where we should set the bait."

He peered out from behind the pillar. The two girls were holding a small cage. Remnants of spider legs laid visible at the bottom. The realization dawned on him. They were tracking a runaway magical creature.

"What should we do now?" asked Rheias, "What if she got caught by a professor, a student, or worse, a poacher?"

The Hufflepuff girl shook her head. "She is smart. There is no way she would let anyone catch her without putting up a fight. But I'm sure that if she was captured, then she will most likely be brought to Professor Howin for inspection."

Aesop raised an eyebrow. What kind of creature they chased that would make them this worried?

He approached the two students. But the moment the Ravenclaw spotted him, she schooled her features with a mask of composure. "Ah, hello, Professor Sharp! Fancy meeting you here!"

"Ms. Moonwater," he greeted her, "You seem preoccupied in tracking a magical creature. Can you tell me the kind of animal are you searching for? I would be more than happy to help."

Her face paled; and she nervously glanced at Poppy, who shook her head. The two girls looked at each other with apprehension, and Aesop could see the uncertainty in their faces. "Um..." Rheias started, "Well..."

He waited patiently for an answer, but none came. "Miss Moonwater, may I be clear that keeping a magical creature without permission is against the rules?"

Her eyes widened in fear. "Oh no! Not at all, Professor!" she rapidly chattered, "It's just that...uh...this is just a little favor for a friend. Anyway, we should go now and study. See you later!"

They bolted from the scene before he could reach them.

Aesop stood in silence. Though the girl had never been a good liar, she had always been bold faced and reckless in her antics. No hesitation in seeking trouble, even if it meant facing his anger.

But today, she seemed to be genuinely scared.

The idea of an unknown monster in the castle halls troubled him. What was the connection that he was not seeing?

"I won't gain anything by standing here," he grumbled and pushed through the investigation of the Library.

Only a small number of students occupied the vast spaces of the room. A handful of them huddled around a table with their heads buried in their books. The Library was quiet and the only sounds that could be heard was the sound of rustling paper and turning pages. Madame Scribner scrutinized the bookshelves near the Magical History section. Worry creased her aging face. She noticed the Potions Master approaching her and waved at him. "Hello, Professor Sharp!" she greeted. "How are you?"

"Fine, as usual," he answered. "Are you alright?"

The librarian sighed heavily. Her fingers ran through the wooden shelves that housed books of various shapes and sizes. "This is a mess. Someone, or something, has nibbled on the covers and scratched the spines. I think it's the same monster that has been haunting the castle."

His brows furrowed at the sight of the mangled tomes. Two evenly spaced punctures decorated the edges of the books, as if it had been punctured by a pair of sharp fangs. "What kind of creature do you suppose that would be?"

She shook her head. "I do not know. It might be some sort of snake or a rodent. I wish I could have seen it, but when I went to inspect what all the commotion was about, it disappeared into the shadows."

The Potions Master nodded. "I see. And this is also the place where Arthur Plummley was bitten by that said creature?"

"Yes. Poor child. He was just trying to drive away that pest when it bit him. Thankfully, he is fine and his injuries weren't severe."

Aesop conducted an examination of the scene of the crime. He took out his wand and cast a charm. "Revelio!"

A bright light surrounded the bookshelves and the floor. Traces of jet black fur formed an uneven trail of paw prints. The Potions Master followed it until it led to an abandoned cupboard near the entrance of the Library. The cabinet's door was left ajar and the fluffy mass disappeared beneath it.

He turned and faced the librarian. "Is this cabinet storing something important?"

Madame Scribner frowned. "Not really. It contains only some old maps and books. Nothing special. I don't understand why the creature would go there."

He gave a curt nod and pulled the door open.

To his surprise, a mass of insect carcasses greeted him. The sight of the mangled corpses and the stench of decaying flesh assaulted his nose. Scraps of leftovers and biodegradable wastes piled up at the back of the cabinet. Aesop looked around for the creature. An enormous pile of black fur rested on a makeshift nest of clothing and books. He attempted to locate any movement, but he saw none.

"Please have this cleaned, Madame Scribner," he sighed and closed the door, "Looks like this is the monster's feeding den."

"What?! But how can it enter the Library? There are wards protecting us from dangerous creatures!"

"That is what I am trying to find out," he muttered. He cast another Revelio, and the set of uneven prints led out of the Library. The Potions Master followed the darkened path. The trail seemed to head straight down the hallway. He strode towards the spiral staircase leading down to the kitchens. As he studied the marks the creature left behind, he tried to recall where he had seen those pawprints before.

"Professor Sharp!" a familiar voice called out, "What are you doing here?"

Aesop turned and saw Kathrina holding a basket of fresh fruits. Her sparkling eyes observed him curiously. "Oh, hello, Professor Holmes."

The Alchemy Instructor tilted her head to the side. "Is something the matter? You look quite troubled. Have you seen the intruder yet?"

"I am merely following its trail. The Shroud Monster had made its way here to the kitchen."

His colleague paled. The mere hint that the shadowy creature was possibly lurking nearby caused her to grip the handle of her basket tighter. "W-Why would the monster come here?"

He leaned on the brick walls to rest his aching leg. "I have discovered the monster's feeding den back in the Library. My guess is that it probably comes here to hunt for food."

"I suppose you're right. Perhaps we should ask the house-elves if they have seen anything suspicious," Kathrina suggested, "Maybe Brisket knows about it. He oversees the operations in the kitchen."

He blinked. He never had bothered memorizing the names of the house-elves in the school. Though he appreciated she seemed to have befriended the staff, he could not avoid feeling surprised. The elves had always been an enigma to him. Truth be told, he had forever been uncomfortable asking for their help, despite their friendliness and willing attitude. He followed her to the bustling kitchens.

The scent of various cusines such as savory meat, pumpkin pies, and freshly baked bread wafted through the air. The house-elves were busy preparing for lunchtime as they scurried around carrying trays of food. In spite of the disorderly view, the elves seemed to enjoy cooking and serving meals. They hummed and sang as they worked, which made the entire scene more lively than it already was.

"Brisket! Brisket!" Kathrina called out, "May we have a moment of your time?"

Brisket, an elf with a bushy beard and large, flappy ears, approached them. He bowed before them and greeted them with a toothy grin. "Good morning, Professors! How may Brisket help you?"

The Alchemy Professor smiled at him. "Professor Sharp and I are tracking a magical creature that may have visited the kitchens recently. Have you noticed any strange lurking around here?"

The house-elf shook his head. "No, Professor Holmes. Brisket has seen nothing unusual. Brisket only sees students and professors… and occasionally, Peeves."

Aesop cleared his throat and pushed down the awkward feeling in his chest. "That magical creature may have thick, dark fur, a long tongue, fangs, and claws. It prefers feeding on variety of food stuff."

Brisket's green eyes widened. "Ah! Brisket remembers now! A huge, furry rat came to the kitchens last night!" he exclaimed. "Brisket is doing some late night inventory when Brisket saw it! It was big and scary!"

"What did the monster do? Did it attack you?" Kathrina asked worriedly.

The house-elf shook his head again. "Brisket is unharmed, thankfully. But that creature raided our stocks with its long tongue and stole some food. Brisket tried to stop it but it evaded all my attacks! It made its escape into the tunnels!"

She frowned. "Tunnels? What do you mean?"

Brisket pointed to the small hole near the cupboard. "Those tunnels were here ever since the beginning. They connect the kitchens to different parts of the castle."

Aesop placed a finger under his chin. "Then perhaps this may not be the last time the monster will attack. Shall we set up a trap here tonight?"

"I agree with your assessment. But are we ready for this?" his colleague asked. Her face was filled with worry as she stared at him. "I mean, what if we encounter it tonight? We might end up getting hurt!"

He nodded in understanding. "I know that you're scared, Kathrina, but I assure you I will do my best to keep you safe." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "This monster has been causing too much trouble already and we need to stop it from hurting others."

She sighed and reluctantly acquiesced. "Alright... If you say so..."

Brisket clapped his hands together excitedly. "Brisket can assist you!"

He smiled at house-elf's offer. "Thank you. We shall plan our trap right after lunchtime."

***

It had been an hour after the curfew bells had rung. The castle halls were nearly deserted, except for the ghosts, prefects, and Aesop, Kathrina, and Brisket. The three had positioned themselves underneath the table beside the cupboard that housed the monster's den. They hid behind a thick black cloth and enchanted themselves with a Disillusionment Charm so that they could remain unseen by anyone who passed by.

The other elves were told to return home, leaving the kitchens empty. The only sounds that could be heard were the occasional clattering of pots and pans as they swayed in the air. Leftover food on tray were positioned near cupboard as bait, hoping monster would consume it. On top of the tray of food floated an invisible, iron cage enchanted to snap shut the moment Brisket cast a his magic on it.

Aesop's left knee groaned in pain. The painkillers that he had taken earlier did not seem to help much. He shifted his position to ease his discomfort. Kathrina kept her gaze on him while she squatted beside him. Her honey gold eyes were filled with worry, but she said nothing.

"Remember the plan: Professor Holmes and I are going to first disable the monster. Then you will activate the cage and trap it." Aesop whispered, "Do not leave your hiding place until we give the signal."

The house-elf gave a curt nod. "Brisket understands, Professor Sharp."

Soon enough, sloppy wet sounds pounded against the stone floors. The sound grew closer and closer until it stopped near their covert position. Kathrina gasped softly and covered her wide-open lips in shock. Aesop held his wand tightly as the black mass of fur crawled out of its den. It let out a. low grumble as it sniffed the air. Its long tongue darted out of its gaping maw as it licked its chops. The creature moved slowly, careful not to make any noise as it approached the tray of food. Long, spindly appendage reached out and wrapped around the bait before pulling it towards its mouth.

The moment the monster took the bait, Aesop sprung out of his hiding spot and aimed his wand. "ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"

The being froze instantaneously. It struggled against the invisible bonds that held it in place but failed to break free. Kathrina and Brisket jumped out from the shadows and let the cage fall down on the creature.

The iron prison snapped shut and trapped the monster inside. It growled angrily as it tried to escape. The two professors approached it cautiously.

Aesop narrowed his eyes. He could see its silhouette clearly now. Its body was covered in thick black fur that seemed to be made of shadows itself. But the beast's height barely reached his knees. In fact, it looked like a shadowy blob rather than a dangerous monster.

He rotated the cage and met a pair of gleaming yellow eyes. The creature's tongue lashed out at them but failed to reach them. A low growl escaped, resembling a purr instead of an angry snarl.

"What is this? A house cat?"

"Oh no, Greta!"

They swiveled and spotted Rheias standing near the entrance of the kitchens with Poppy by her side. The two girls stared at the monster trapped in the cage, wide-eyed. "Professor Sharp, Professor Holmes, I can explain. Just please don't hurt her!" she pleaded.

Aesop frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ms. Moonwater, Ms. Sweeting, it is already way past curfew. What are you doing here?" he asked sternly.

"Greta is a fanged puffskein that we have rescued from the poachers," Poppy explained, "She was bred differently and may be a bit too large for her kind."

Kathrina blinked. "Fanged puffskeins? I thought they only existed in myths."

Rheias nodded and approached them with a pleading look on her face. "Her previous owner bred her from an ordinary puffskein and a kneazle. She showed signs of being more intelligent than normal puffskeins so they sold her off to some poachers. We rescued her before she could be given to a dark wizard."

The Potions Master frowned. "And you kept her here?"

Poppy shook her head. "We had no choice, Professor Sharp! Greta is very shy and scared of strangers. Also, it will be hard for her to survive in the wild. Her diet is different from other puffskeins because she needs meat and plants and insects."

"We tried to keep her hidden, but she always escapes from our grasp," Rheias added. "She enjoys wandering around the castle and exploring new places."

"And apparently, attacking other students and causing chaos," Aesop muttered dryly.

The Ravenclaw winced. "Well...yes. We are very sorry about that. Greta is still young, so she doesn't know how to control her strength. But Poppy and I are teaching her to behave, I swear!"

His colleague shook her head. "But we need to report this to Professor Weasely. Keeping a magical creature without permission is against Hogwarts’ rules."

The two girls seemed downcast. The Potions Master shifted his gaze towards Kathrina. "I believe we can let them off with a warning this time, don't you think?"

She regarded him as though he had transformed into a massive, horned toad. "Professor Sharp?"

"They did not mean any harm," he explained. “Besides, they are only attempting to protect the creature.”

"And we keep her safe in the Room of Requirement. She won’t be able to hurt anyone there," Poppy added.

Rheias nodded eagerly. "Yes! We promise to make her place cozy there so she will not even think of escaping!"

He sighed again and turned towards the girls. While he knew it was a gamble, Aesop felt it would be better to help these students instead of punishing them. After all, they only wanted to save the poor creature from being sold off to poachers. "As long as you both will take responsibility for keeping this… fanged puffskein away from harming others, then I shall let you both slide this time."

The girls' eyes lit up with joy. "We promise, Professor Sharp! Thank you so much!" Rheias grinned, "We’ll bring Greta back to the Room of Requirement right now."

Aesop stepped aside and watched the pair carefully placed the strange, magical beast into their nabsack. The Auror in him berated himself for being soft on the girl. She had caused a lot of trouble before, but she always got away scot-free. He knew that he should have been stricter with her, but something about the Ravenclaw girl made it hard for him to do so.

He nodded and stretched the strained muscles in his neck. A dull ache throbbed at the back of his head as he rubbed the sore spot. The painkillers wore off, and pain began to bother him again.

"Professor Sharp?" Kathrina touched his shoulder. The sensation sent a jolt through his body. Her golden eyes stared at him with concern. "Are you okay? You look pale."

He took a quick inhale and leaned his weight on his good leg. "It's nothing," he answered. "I just need to rest for a bit."

She scrutinized him for a minute before letting him go. "At least we can finally lay this matter to rest," she said, turning to the girls who left the kitchens with the fanged puffskein in their bag. "Let's retire to our chambers. I am so spent after squatting here for hours!"

He agreed and they made their way back to the Faculty Tower. Whether it was of fear or imagination that made them conclude that this was a dangerous matter, he did not know. But at least, for now, they managed to avoid further damage. No one got badly hurt under his watch. And that was enough for him to sleep soundly tonight.

Chapter 2: Product Testing

Summary:

At the request of his colleague, Kathrina, Aesop is going to test an improved wheelchair model that may help other people in the future. But there is a certain bored poltergeist who wants to be entertained.

Notes:

Hello again! This story is for the "Wheelchair" prompt. I thought that I won't be able to make something funny out of the prompt but somehow, I succeeded. lol.
Enjoy! ^_^.

Aesop wondered why he had agreed to such a ridiculous request.

As he shifted his weight on his good leg, he watched Kathrina as she knelt on the grassy lawn and tapped the wheelchair with her wand. The item appeared nondescript in appearance. But according to the Alchemy Professor’s lengthy explanation, she had added improvements to the humble chair to help people with disabilities with their daily lives.

The sight of accursed device, however, stirred up unpleasant memories deep within his mind. He recalled the first time he was compelled to use such a device. The agonizing sensation that clawed his left leg gripped his nerves. He could see the troubled expressions of the healers as they explained to him that his condition would leave him in constant pain. No spell could save him as his injured limb had torn muscles beyond repair. His career as an Auror was over and so was his mobility...

Lost in thought, Aesop recalled the dark times in his life. And the sight of the wheelchair reminded him of his weakness. He wanted to walk away and spend his Easter break researching for a way to cure his leg.

“Professor Sharp! May I have your help please,” called Kathrina excitedly. “This will not take long, I promise! Please, I really appreciate your time for this!”

He pursed his lips. The velvety cushion of the wheelchair appeared to be made of fur. The silver wheels gleamed against the soft morning light, and they were bigger than an average wheel. There were additional handles at the rear that he assumed was used to push it along. The frame was much larger compared to the one he had in his chambers. He had also had spied a strange artifact that his colleague had placed at the top of the chair earlier. A large golden circle was mounted in the middle of the contraption.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” asked Aesop as he took a step closer and inspected her invention.

She huffed and flicked her wavy, auburn hair behind her shoulder, “Yes, of course, I’ve done my research and tests and they went smoothly, so there’s nothing to worry about! I have also consulted with Professor Ronen regarding the special charm that I used to power the enchantment for the wheelchair. It should be fine! Trust me, Professor Sharp!”

The Potions Professor eyed his colleague suspiciously, “What happens when you lose control, though?”

“There is a special brake lever at the left armrest and a heel brake at the back of the foot support. You can always stop the device at any point in time,” Kathrina replied as she smiled at the Professor, who was still staring at the chair as if he had seen something unclean.

As Aesop inspected the invention, he saw Abraham walking towards them with a huge smile on his face. The portly Charms instructor grinned as he put his hands on his hips. “Ah, Professor Holmes and Professor Sharp! You two are up early for our little experiment! How are the preparations going?”

Aesop raised a brow. “Preparations? I thought that I’m just trying the chair to check for safety?”

Kathrina chuckled at his remark, “Oh no, Professor Ronen suggested a fun idea while we proceed with the testing.”

A foreboding sensation crept into Aesop’s mind as he watched his two colleagues exchange a grin. “I’ve got a hunch that I will not like it.”

She laughed and shook her head. “It’s simple: You’ll sit on the chair, activate the magical contraption, and give it a ride throughout grounds to test the wheelchair’s endurance.”

Professor Sharp’s face paled in response. “Around the castle? Why not a quick trip within the courtyards or something?”

“But where is the fun in that? Besides, what we are testing is the durability and the efficacy of the chemicals I coated on the frame of the wheelchair. It is supposed to withstand any kind of terrain and harsh conditions. The further, the better," Kathrina explained, beaming while proudly patting the wheelchair's head.

A frown creased his features as the Potions Master crossed his arms. “You want me to ride that... thing around Hogwarts’ entire premises?”

The two professors beamed with excitement, eyes sparkling as they gazed at him pleadingly.

Aesop grimaced, “No.”

“Please, Professor Sharp!” Kathrina begged, clutching his hands. “Success means everyone at St. Mungo’s gets the finest wheelchair in the Wizarding World. Imagine how this will make lives better for people suffering from disabilities.”

He tried wresting free, but she tightened her grip, continuing, “Think of those you’ll aid by participating.”

“Why not test it yourself? You can do it just fine,” he retorted.

She shook her head. “I was told you once needed a chair because of an accident and bad leg. Your insight and feedback are crucial for usability!”

His gaze darkened. “Who shared that information with you?” he growled. Professor Ronen flinched, running a hand through his beard. Aesop cursed internally.

Kathrina blinked in confusion before her eyes widened in dismay. She sputtered, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “O-oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—...”

“Nevermind,” he sighed, “It matters not now.”

Kathrina released his hands, pleading again, “Professor Sharp, I’ve done my best. Without your experience, it won’t suit many. Through Alchemy I aimed to improve this for you—I mean, for the disabled. People like you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

She blushed once more. “I do not intend to insult but, uh, well...” she sputtered and stepped away.

Aesop glanced at the wheelchair and pondered her words. He knew what she said was true. Sitting in an uncomfortable device had been a bane of his existence since the day his life changed forever. Even in the midst of his leg acting up, it would take waves of excruciating pain before he would ever consider using one.

He looked at it, then at the woman. “Suppose that this minor project of yours becomes a success, what will you do?” he asked.

Kathrina straightened her posture. “A healer friend of mine has specifically requested for this enhancement. If we perfect this design, then I’ll let him have my formula so he can give it to St. Mungo’s. They could mass-produce this and distribute it for free,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. “This invention could be of help to anyone in need!”

His gaze fell back to the wheelchair once again as he mulled over her answer. He knew well that not everyone had the same disdain for such a mechanism as he did. After a moment of consideration, Aesop sighed and nodded.

A smile broke across her face. “Oh, thank you!” she exclaimed with a squeal. “Thank you so much, Professor Sharp!”

“I knew you’ll agree to this!” Abraham laughed and handed him a piece of parchment. “Now let me explain the special charm I made to power this magical chair.”

Aesop listened quietly to Abraham’s explanation regarding the contraption as he read through the written notes. One look on the scroll told him of the Charm Professor’s excellent skill in enchanting artifacts. He knew in his mind that it would be as safe and as efficient as it could be.

But as they discussed the instructions and features of the enchanted wheelchair, Peeves hovered over them with a mischievous cackle. He twirled a tiny crystal bottle in his hands, giggling to himself as he plotted mischief for the professors below him. He opened the vial and poured its contents over the golden ring on it before silently escaping away to spy on them from afar.

“Was that Peeves?” Aesop narrowed his eyes as he tried to catch the poltergeist, but the floating spirit disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

Kathrina shrugged, “Ignore him. Let’s proceed with the testing.”

The Potions Professor turned towards the wheelchair. With a sigh, he pulled out his wand and sat on the soft cushion.

Professor Holmes propelled her invention ahead. “Place your feet firmly on the footrests. Then strap yourself with these safety belts.”

She pointed to the dark brown leather harnesses that she had attached surrounding seat and showed him how to secure himself on the chair. He complied and strapped the buckle over his chest, and pulled on the straps to ensure that they were tight enough before he nodded to her.

“There is a special chemical coating painted on its frame. It is made of powdered graphorn horns and melted troll hides. It turns the solution extra resistant to magic,” she explained, “This is a precaution against any pranksters that may attempt to mess with the chair while someone is using it.”

Professor Sharp rolled his eyes and huffed. “I know that very well.”

The older professor chuckled and placed a hand on the chair’s golden ring. “The artefact is the only thing that magic can affect. Tap the ring five times with your wand and say incantation. The wheels will move according to your command.”

He nodded as he mentally noted all the important details. Still, his instincts warned him he should remain vigilant while using the wheelchair. After all, there was no telling what mischief Peeves could cause to it.

Aesop leaned forward, held the handles and gripped his wand. He closed his eyes and began tapping the ring, casting the activation spell to the magical artifact. With a bright glow and a hum in response, the rings around the glistening orb... Its radiance grew in intensity and soon it engulfed the Potions Professor.

“The chair should be active now. Try to make it move!” Kathrina urged.

He was about to voice the command when he felt something tremble underneath him. The seat vibrated and the light emitting from the orb blinked rapidly. “This feels strange,” said Aesop as he gripped the armrest. “It is like it’s about to—.”

Before he could finish his words, the wheelchair lurched forward at a frightening speed and zoomed across the ground towards the main entrance. The wind smacked his face, causing his eyes to narrow and water against the rush of air. The trees, shrubs, and hedges blurred into green and brown blobs that whooshed past them.

Professor Sharp swore and gripped the handles with both hands. His instincts cried out to pull out his wand and cast the charm to stop the chair, but the high speed prevented him from even lifting a finger. The straps that constrained him coiled tightly around his torso as it hurtled towards the great doors leading to the main building of Hogwarts.

He clenched his eyes shut and braced for impact. The wheelchair struck the heavy oak door and crashed through it in a spectacular explosion of splinters and sawdust. When he opened his eyes, he realized that a magical barrier prevented him from being crushed against the wall and protected him against any flying debris. But it did not slow down. The Potions Professor screamed as it sped through the hallways like a bullet from a gun.

Students in the hallway shrieked and dodged as they saw a runaway chair speeding towards the Long Gallery. Books and parchments flew over and smacked his face as he tried to grab anything to stop it from crashing against the pillars that lined the hall. His heart skipped a beat, and he gasped in shock when it narrowly avoided a collision with the column.

The wind howled in his ears, forcing him to shut his eyes again and grit his teeth. Even the ghosts that wandered around the halls panicked as he passed through them. Some screamed and fled when the chair hit their transparent figures while they tried to move. The paintings cheered and laughed as they watched the professor fly through the school. Some portraits wagered on the chair's outcome.

“HELP!” he yelled, hoping to find a teacher to aid him. But he could barely see anything from the blur of images that flashed around him. Summoning all his strength, he forced his arm to reach for the emergency break at the side. He gripped the ivory handle of the brake and yanked.

And the stick snapped.

Aesop’s eyes widened as he struggled to comprehend what had happened. He looked down and found half of the lever still clutched in his grasp. He threw it on the floor and tried to use his feet instead, only to find that the pedal beneath was missing. Only the stump where the foot brake was supposed to be remained. He thought it must have been broken during the crash earlier.

He was so fixated on trying to stop the chair that he failed to realize that he had lost control of the vehicle. The wheelchair suddenly veered right and hobbled unevenly. But it continued its mad rampage. Sparks flew as the friction between the rims and the ground burned against the concrete.

The wind swallowed his scream he galloped down the stairs and into the Great Hall. It was still empty since breakfast was yet to be served. The chair quickly approached the rows of tables and chairs. Professor Sharp’s knuckles were white as he desperately grabbed hold of the armrests.

Aesop was thrust forward the enchanted contraption landed on the tabletop, and he hit a bowl of pudding. With a swoop, the contents flew up the air and landed right on his head. Masked by the tacky substance, he was temporarily blinded as the chair zoomed around the table and headed towards the kitchen.

The wheelchair rushed through the halls, while the Potions Professor howled and struggled to remove the sticky substance from his cheeks and eyes. But by the time he wiped away the mess, he recognized the rows of oak barrels where it was charging to.

The entrance to the Hufflepuff common room.

“No... no... NOOOO!” Aesop screamed as gargoyle heads expelled bursts of sour liquid at them. The foul smell of acetic acid burned his nostrils. “NO! NO! PLEASE! NOT THE VINEGAR! AAAAAAHHH!”

He took one deep breath and covered his face with his coat before he plunged into the barrels. With a hiss, the chair swiftly turned and exited the chamber, leaving behind a cloud of fizz and a trail of liquid.

As he charged down the corridor, he heard Kathrina’s voice. “Professor Sharp, do not worry. We’ll catch up to you and fix this, I promise!”

“You better hurry!” Aesop bellowed back to his colleagues.

The Potions Professor shrieked as another set of marble stairs came into view, recognizing the perilous moving steps.

“No! Not here!” he yelled, knowing the dangers that awaited at the Grand Staircase. Despite his pleas, tit hurtled across the landing and thundered up the steps like a maddened beast after prey. It slid and hopped over the treacherous vanishing and shifting parts. Each leap made him fear the chair would fail and tumble into the abyss below.

Aesop lost count of their perilous leaps up and down. But he wondered how the magical contraption could bound around without tipping. By the third floor, his voice weakened, throat raw from screaming. The straps dug deeper with each bounce, cutting into his skin.

Yet it continued its frenzied run through the castle. Passing windows overlooking the grounds, Aesop hoped to smash one and fall to safety. But his wand was trapped in his sleeves as he clung tightly to the armrests.

By the hall’s end, he saw Kathrina, Abraham and Dinah with wands poised. Hope stirred again as the it raced toward them.

Aesop opened his mouth and yelled, “CAST A CHARM TO STOP THIS! I’M RIGHT HERE!”

The three professors stood with their wands ready as they waited for charging chair to approach them.

“What kind of invention did you even make, Professor Holmes?” Dinah demanded. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Well, it wasn’t supposed to be a runaway device!” Kathrina argued. “Something must have occured to it. Perhaps someone cast a spell or pranked my wheelchair behave erratically!”

“I don’t care what transpired,” the older professor said, pointing her wand towards enchanted chair as it charged nearer. “If I cast the Levitation Charm now, will it stop?”

Abraham shrugged. “I honestly have no idea. Maybe it will and maybe it won’t.”

The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor frowned. “That’s not the answer I’m looking for.”

“Professor Ronen is right. I have coated the entire frame with chemicals that are heavily resistant against magic,” Kathrina explained. “Only the golden ring by the head of the chair can be affected by our charms.”

The third professor’s aged face wrinkled as she fixed her eyes on the speeding contraption. “Then we need to aim for the ring!” she declared and raised her wand. “On three, we shoot! Ready?”

The two nodded in response. They braced their feet firmly against the ground as it zoomed past the threshold of the doors.

Dinah began the countdown, “One!”

Aesop looked closely at the trio. He lowered himself so that they could get a clear aim of the magical artefact. “I’m ready! Do it!”

“Two!”

His grip on the armrests tightened. The whistling wind in his ears drowned out all the other noises and his heartbeat roared like a wild dragon in his chest. “Hurry!”

“THREE!”

The professors fired the first spell, and their streams of red lights zoomed across the hallway. It darted swiftly towards the intended target. But when it neared the charging wheelchair, the magical contraption reacted by emitting a bright golden aura that deflected the curses.

Professor Sharp shrieked in alarm as he felt the magic rebound on him. It jerked and bounced violently against the floor to shake the spells off it. Tremors reverberated throughout the enchanted frame and it roared like a furious beast that had its tail stepped upon. The enchantment flung three professors into walls and slammed them painfully against stone surfaces. It continued its rampage, leaving a trail of red, fiery sparks as it charged through the long corridor.

He could only gawk as he witnessed at the destruction that it had caused. The suits of armor pursued the speeding wheelchair to catch it. They ran after the fleeing device, determined to apprehend it.

“What in Merlin’s flaming beard did Professor Holmes do to this blasted thing?” Aesop grunted as he gazed ahead. He spotted more of the armored soldiers that were lined against the wall. He closed his eyes it barreled through them without even slowing down. A cacophony of metallic crashes filled the air when it hurled them to the sides of the hallway. He could only cast a charm to protect himself from the sharp blades that almost punctured him when they flew in his direction.

As they sped down many hallways, he realized they were en route to the Headmaster’s office. He gulped. Getting seen by Professor Black would certainly not improve his current situation, he thought. His focus was on holding his seat, disregarding the consequences of being caught by the arrogant git while riding a magical runaway wheelchair.

Soon enough, he spied Phineas figure crossing the hallway. His proud stature was unmistakable from a distance. It would not take an expert to see that he would be in the direct route of collision. He yelled at the top of his lungs as he tried to warn his superior, “Professor Black! Look out! This enchanted chair is out of control!”

Black stopped walking and looked back at the source of the commotion. He narrowed his eyes and twitched his moustache. “What in the blazes are you doing, Sharp?” he barked. “Cease this foolishness this instant!”

“I can’t! I'm attempting to manage it, but nothing works!”

“Are you daft? You, a highly skilled Potions Master and a former Auror, cannot stop a simple enchanted chair?” he crossed his arms in annoyance. “I’ve no time for these childish games.”

Aesop’s patience was wearing thin. “Please, Professor, step out of the way!”

But before anyone could react, the contraption charged ahead. The next few seconds were a blur for the poor Potions Master amid shrieks and curses. The wheelchair suddenly lurched as the left wheels struck a thing. He screamed, clinging to the handles as it toppled. Then, in the chaos, the mobile chair tilted upward, flipping mid-air. Agony erupted in his bad leg as a weighty object pinned it painfully against the metal braces. The world spun hazily as an impact dazed him. Something heavy crashed onto his torso, expelling all breath from his lungs.

When he regained his senses, he realized that the Headmaster was sitting on his lap with his long arms snaking around his neck as he yelled obscenities in his ears. Aesop could not even hear what Professor Black was saying. The Potions Master groaned when he felt the Phineas’ body press on him. It seemed as if a massive boulder was weighing down on his ribs and making it more difficult to breathe. He never thought that the older man was that heavy regardless of his lean frame.

But he had worse things to worry about.

Despite crashing into numerous obstacles and toppling over, the wheelchair refused to slow. Even after flipping through the air, it somehow stayed upright, galloping toward the Transfiguration classroom. A group of first years walked through the doorway just as the rampaging chair appeared. Piercing shrieks tore the still halls as students fled to safety. It careened across the grassy courtyard and lunged at the wyvern statue. In a spectacular explosion of concrete, the metal beast’s debris scattered as it crashed to the ground.

Aesop’s eyes bulged as the accursed contraption raced at ungodly speed. He tried escaping his constraints again but failed. Black’s long legs dangled over the armrest, trapping his wand arm, making movements more limited. He cursed his misfortune. The wheelchair was now a dangerous, unpredictable beast. But his colleagues had not caught up, leaving the two men at risk.

“I will take this from your pay if you don’t stop this blasted contraption at once!” the Headmaster yelled.

The Potions Master tried to wrestle his wand out of his sleeve as the chair dashed madly through the courtyard. “I am trying!” he said, “Professor, I suggest you jump off and save yourself! It’s for your own safety!”

Black scoffed and held on tighter. “Leap while this accursed thing is running faster than a deranged graphorn? Do you want me to break my hip and add another injury to my growing list of maladies?”

“Fine! Just stay put and don’t squirm!,” Aesop replied. “I’ll think of something!”

The wheelchair sped through the Central Hall, towards the Greenhouses. He noticed that there were no students lounging around the area. He sighed in relief. At least there would be no other innocent bystanders in harm’s way if things got even worse.

As they approached the enormous green doors, he spotted Professors Garlick, Holmes, Ronen and Hecat before them, wands poised. A row of Venomous Tentaculas stood ready, leafy tendrils arched like cobras anticipating an intruder. The Herbology Professor gasped as the two men barreled toward them.

“Oh dear, it seems that Professor Black has also fallen victim to whatever curse that’s befallen on the wheelchair!” she called. “Stand back, everyone!”

“VENOMOUS TENTACULAS?! ARE YOU MAD, PROFESSOR GARLICK?!” the Headmaster bellowed in disbelief as the chair sped past the other professors, “DO YOU WANT TO KILL US BOTH?!”

But the device did not halt. Aesop watched as the plants shook themselves to life and lunged at the two screaming passengers. Leafy tendrils shot towards them, and he slammed his eyes shut as the tentacles wrapped around them to ensnare them.

Despite the plant creatures strangling it, the wheelchair kept running, horrifying them. The contraption groaned as it struggled against the deadly vines. A few of the Venomous Tentaculas were dragged from their places on the ground’s walls and doors. The wooden panels splintered and crumbled into bits when the tentacles slammed into it repeatedly.

The Headmaster tightened his hold around Aesop's neck, filling his ears with high-pitched screams. But the chair continued to run even while dragging several vines across the field. He saw one tendril shoot past them and he ducked just in time to avoid getting punched in the face.

“Get those disgusting venom salivating plants off me!” Headmaster Black yelled. He kicked and swung his arms around to fight off the attacking flora. He hit Aesop’s jaw with an elbow when the wheelchair ran through the bushes.

The Potions Master grunted as he dodged his superior’s flailing limbs. “Sir, I must insist that you should jump off before this gets worse!”

“And let these plants destroy my prized suit? Do you know how many galleons an inch of this coat costs?! Your combined salaries won't cover the repairs if my clothes get ruined.”

The Venomous Tentaculas’ attacks grew in number. More and more leaves and tendrils shot towards them, and the chair’s frame groaned under the assault. A tentacle gripped Aesop's arm and jerked him backwards, causing him to cry out.

“I don’t think it’s working!” Kathrina exclaimed.

Professor Garlick shook her head. “Then what should we do?” she asked.

“We have decelerate it naturally. I suppose the enchantment makes the wheelchair more enraged if you attack it with spells or magical plants,” Dinah observed, “It might also be why we failed to stop it entierly earlier.”

“But how can we do it without casting a spell?”

“Let’s try to distract it with something!”

Aesop finally got his wand arm free from the chaos. “Diffindo!” he screamed. Ethereal blades sliced through the Venomous Tentaculas and released him from the grip of the leafy limbs. He grit his teeth as the wheels of his chair rolled over the remains of the plant.

“Hurting the plants is unnecessary, Professor Sharp!” Mirabel berated. “You could’ve simply asked me to withdraw them.”

“This isn’t the time to discuss such things!” the Potions Professor growled, “Just get me out of here before I go berserk!”

The wheelchair spun and whisked Aesop and Black to the Quidditch Field. The Headmaster’s shrieks echoed across the courtyard as they streaked through the enclosure. Students waiting by the grassy lands for their break practice heard Black’s cries and scrambled for safety.

They witnessed the contraption speeding through the open space. Some stood mesmerized as their headmaster clung like a child, screaming murder. Braver ones tried chasing the hilarious sight until Professor Holmes ordered them to flee.

Soon a large group of Hogwarts teens congregated and watched the scene unfold from afar. They tailed the device as it hobbled across the Quidditch stadium toward the stands.

Madame Kogawa raced beside the rampaging chair. She maneuvered her broom backward to face the Potion’s Master while monitoring him. “Professor Sharp! Are you alright?”

He sighed in relief at the sight of her. “Thank goodness you’re here! Hurry, retrieve the Headmaster before disaster strikes!”

A frown creased the woman’s lips. “Why is he sitting on your lap?” she asked. “If not colleagues, I might consider this improper.”

The man grunted as his head bounced off the backrest over a dip in the grass. “Professor Kogawa, jest later! I don’t know when this accursed chair will halt. But if we do not remove him from here, it won’t be long before he becomes badly injured!”

Chiyo spun her broom and rocketed forward. She dove and swung her leg to kick the Headmaster’s limb to get his attention. “Professor Black,” she said sternly, “Release Professor Sharp and let me catch you.”

“Are you mad, Kogawa?” he scolded. “This isn’t quaffle catching! You cannot risk harming me! Do you grasp my importance to the Wizarding World?”

She shot him an irritated glare. “Highly doubtful, sir,” she replied bluntly. “But you may break a bone or two if you keep on sitting there. So jump!”

The Headmaster stubbornly held on tighter around the other man’s neck. “Instead of insisting your troll-brained plan, stop this cursed contraption first!”

“We can’t do it if you’re in the way!” Chiyo snapped back. “Now, please let go of him so I can catch you; or you can have the liberty of crashing against the ground if you continue being stubborn.”

Before Professor Black could spit another angry retort, Aesop stopped him and looked at the flying instructor. “I’ll try to steer this chair closer to you.”

Madame Kogawa nodded and flew near the rampaging wheelchair. She leaned forward, readying her one arm to catch the headmaster while using her other hand and her legs to secure herself from the broom.

“Hang on,” he grunted and aimed his wand at seats. “Bombarda!”

A thunderous blast rocked the wooden stands, showering all with debris and splinters. The force knocked the chair off course, directly into Chiyo’s path. No one realized the headmaster’s foot was stuck to the seat until too late.

The headmaster shrieked as the contraption dragged him, bouncing off the grass before crashing onto the lawn. The impact made him release the Potions Master and sent him hurtling across the field. His scream echoed as he spun through the air like a ragdoll.

“Professor Black!” Madame Kogawa gasped, flying to him.

Swiftly, Aesop grabbed the Headmaster’s coat and yanked him back to safety. He grunted as his superior slammed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the older man, clinging tight. “Got you!”

“Is he alright?”

“He won’t be if we don’t get to slow this blasted chair!” he replied. “We have to think of something quick!”

No sooner had he spoken than a student on a broomstick darted up beside them. “Professor Sharp, Professor Holmes said if you redirect the wheelchair toward the magical beasts’ pens, she can halt it!”

Aesop looked at the boy in surprise. “What? How?”

“I...I don’t know, sir, she just told me to say those words,” the lad explained hastily as he flew away from the rampaging contraption.

He exchanged a glance with his colleague and nodded. Wordlessly, he whipped out his wand in the ground's direction and cast a series of spells to redirect the wheelchair to the pens. The chair wobbled and creaked, resistant to the magical force pushing it. It resisted by accelerating, trying to shake off the mystical energy herding it along. But Aesop held fast, relentlessly casting spell after spell to compel it forward. Though it took great effort, it was a relief that Phineas was already unconscious in his lap like a sack of potatoes. At least it made this ordeal slightly more bearable.

The Potions Master looked at Madame Kogawa, flying beside him on her broomstick. She maintained a safe distance from the wheelchair, watching it careen in circles while being driven toward their destination. Her face was grave as she focused on monitoring the two passengers while pacing them in flight. “Professor Sharp, are you certain this plan will succeed?”

Aesop shook his head, “I don’t know, Chiyo, but we’re running out of time. I suppose we simply have to trust what Kathrina said.”

The flying instructor nodded. “Then let’s hope she knows what she’s doing.”

Soon enough, they reached the enclosures where they kept the magical beasts. Aesop could see the professors standing beside an enclosure filled with haystacks and bushes. Just as he was about to exhale in relief, he spotted a professor in the group.

“Matilda?” he asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you went away for the break!”

Professor Weasely huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I was supposed to leave half an hour ago. But Professor Holmes told me of this dire situation and I have to cancel my plans,” she replied. “And why is Headmaster Black sitting on your lap? What happened?”

“It’s a long story,” he said, “But I’m glad that you’re here.”

The Transfiguration Professor raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Instead, she lifted her wand. “Just brace yourselves. This will be a rough landing!”

The Potions Master nodded and held on tighter to the unconscious man in his arms. He glanced at the other professors as they also readied their wands.

His vision swirled in a blurry vortex of colors as the seat underneath him creaked and collapsed. The cushion catapulted him toward the golden mound and he tumbled down the steep hill of fodder. He felt the Headmaster’s body slam against his as they rolled together through the haystack. A cloud of dust and soil erupted nearby them as they landed on the ground with a thunderous thud.

He spat out the wisps of straw that found their way into his mouth and groaned. His whole figure throbbed with ache. Aesop blinked several times to clear his vision, and realized he was seeing everything upside down. He glanced around, only to find the headmaster sprawled next to him in a clump of dried grass.

With a sigh, he squirmed and twisted his body, but found himself unable to budge. When he looked down, he recognized he was still secured by the safety belts.

“Do not worry, Professor Sharp, we will get you out of there!” Abraham said as he gingerly turned the wheelchair around. The Potions Master grunted as the chair toppled over and he fell on his side with a thud.

He barely had the strength to groan and only watched as a house-elf tried to cut the restraints using a pair of scissors. After several minutes of struggling, they eventually freed him from his constraints. Aesop sighed in relief as he pushed himself up.

He could not even remember when it happened. One moment he was in the wheelchair, the next he was lying on top of the Headmaster, covered in hay.

Aesop groaned as he sat up slowly, rubbing every inch his body that ached. “How did you finally make this blasted thing stop?” he asked.

“Professor Holmes explained to me what this magical device can do,” Professor Weasely replied as she pointed towards the artefact at the head of the chair, “And since this is the only part of the wheelchair that is sensitive to magic, I transfigured it into something harmless.”

He blinked and stared at her for a moment before shifting his attention to the contraption. He saw that the golden orb was now a small pebble. Aesop sighed and rubbed his temples. “So you turned it into a rock...” he said slowly, “That’s it?”

“Apparently, it is,” the Deputy Headmistress replied with a sigh, “But we still have other things to worry about: like checking for the damages around the school; and making sure that Professor Black’s head is working just fine.”

Right on time, Phineas groaned and tried to stand. His face was covered in hay and dirt and his clothes were disheveled. He coughed and sputtered, spitting out strands of dried grass that found their way into his mouth. His previously tidy hair now resembled an owlery nest, with yellowish wisps poking out from his jet black locks like an aged scarecrow. The Headmaster gazed at the professors with an expression that might have been murderous if not for the straw protruding from his nose.

“What happened?” he demanded as he looked around him.

Terror filled Kathrina’s eyes. But she stood tall, attempting to appear composed despite her obvious fear of her superior. “Headmaster Black, I am so sorry about this,” she apologized, “I... I don’t know why my invention malfunctioned like that.”

The headmaster glared at her and pointed a finger towards her face. “You are behind this, Professor Holmes?! I knew it was a mistake to hire a crazy alchemist!” he bellowed angrily, “You must fix this mess at once or else you’ll be out of this school before the day ends! You hear me?!”

Kathrina pursed her lips to a thin line and nodded silently. Her hands that rested behind her back quivered slightly as she tried to remain calm.

Aesop sighed. “If I may, Professor Black. But it was Peeves who tampered with the chair,” he said. “He poured an experimental solution on the chair’s controls, making it unstable. I noticed something was wrong when he drifted away from the vicinity.”

The Headmaster's mouth open and closed as if it were a fish gasping for air. He looked at the Potions Master incredulously. “Are you certain?”

“I am,” he replied.

The shrill cackling of the poltergeist filled the open grounds as he floated around them in triumph. “Oh, oh, look at them go! Riding on a wheelchair like a bunch of monkeys on a show!” Peeves mocked as he danced mid air while singing his own made up song. “Look at Black; he really is a hack! Oh, what fun it was to watch him bawl. And on a pile of dung his pompous face falls!”

“You...” Professor Black growled, but he quickly composed himself and smoothed his appearance with the flick of his wand. He turned to the professors, as if trying to ignore what had just happened. “Well, I suppose that’s settled then,” he said. “Resolve this mess immediately.”

The Headmaster straightened his clothes and dusted off the remaining bits of hay from his hair before turning away from the group and walking towards the castle.

Aesop watched the older man leave with a frown on his face. “That insufferable git,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m so sorry about this, Professor Sharp,” his colleague apologized, “I’ll fix everything at once.”

He shook his head. “I appreciate your initiative. But you must not blame yourself for what happened. It was an accident,” he replied gently. “Just make sure that this doesn’t repeat itself.”

“And it is important to always look out for that poltergeist,” Professor Weasely added as she turned towards the other professors, “Especially if it involves magical artifacts that could endanger others.”

The Alchemy Professor nodded and bowed her head. “I will keep that in mind. I have underestimated Peeves’ ability to cause trouble,” she said quietly, “And I am sorry for what happened.”

“It’s fine, Kathrina,” Aesop replied with a sigh. “Now, let’s clean up this mess and get back to work.”

“And we need a butterbeer after all that excitement,” Abraham added as he clapped his hands together.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He turned to Kathrina. “I suppose your project will be delayed for a while,” he replied, “However, I have some feedback regarding your wheelchair though. Perhaps you can use it to improve the design.”

“Of course!” she replied eagerly.

“But first things first,” he examined path of ruin that the wheelchair had left behind them, “We need to repair all the damages around the school.”

Kathrina sighed. A faint smile tugged on her lips as she gazed at the Potions Master with a grateful expression. “Thank you so much, Professor Sharp,” she breathed.

“It’s no problem at all. Now let’s get back to work.”

As they both take out their wands, Aesop felt tired yet unusually happy for a change. It was certainly not how he envisioned his day to go. However, this was a unique experience for all, including the students who witnessed it.

He found himself smiling at the whole encounter. For some reason, he wanted to ride that rambunctious wheelchair again. But maybe this time, away from the huge crowds of people—and Peeves.

Chapter 3: Ready, Set, Bottoms Up!

Summary:

In order to win a rare orchid with rumored healing powers, Aesop challenges Gladwin Moon to a firewhisky drinking contest. But can he win against a man who drinks alcohol like water?

Notes:

Hellow! This is for the "Firewhisky" prompt. I was debating on which plot I'm going to use here, hence the delay. But at the end of the day, I decided to go with my original writing because I think it's amusing, lol.

Anyways, enjoy! ^_^

The wooden beams of the Hog’s Head shook slightly as the patrons gathered around the table set in the middle of the pub. Those who watched as they wondered who would emerge victorious exchanged excited murmurs and whisperings. Patrons and curious onlookers alike congregated inside the tiny establishment with their eyes fixed on the makeshift arena in the middle.

There, seated in the middle of the table, were the object of their excitement — a bottle of Ogden’s Finest Firewhisky and two shot glasses. The said liquor was notorious for burning one’s throat, and just a single shot was enough to make the ordinary wizard stagger on their feet. Yet the two contestants on either side of the table did not seem to mind.

On the right was Hogwarts’ Potions professor, Aesop Sharp. He had an intimidating air surrounding him that would cause even the most hardened criminal to falter. Steely determination filled his gazed as he fixed his moss green silk tie. It was not the first time that Aesop drank firewhisky, nor would it be his last. He was sure to emerge victorious from the competition.

Across him sat Gladwin Moon, the Hogwarts’ groundskeeper. His dark hair slicked back as if a cow had licked it. There was an impish smile on his face as he rubbed his hands in anticipation, eager to drink.

In between them was the owner of the tavern, Jasper Trout. He seemed tired and uninterested in the clumsy wizards, clearly preferring any other place than moderating the drinking contest. But there was nothing to do. This was his bar, his rules.

“Right,” he drawled in a bored voice, “here are the rules: one shot per round, and the winner is the one who’s still conscious at the end.”

Aesop nodded. The other wizard, meanwhile, gave him a mocking smile.

“I’m giving you one last chance to quit, Professor Sharp,” Gladwin grinned, “You don’t have to suffer this indignity. Just give me the Blossom, and this will be over. You can save yourself the embarrassment of losing.”

He glanced at the delicate, potted plant encased in a glass bell jar and shook his head.

The Celestial Tear.

“You underestimate me, Master Moon,” Aesop retorted. “I have no intention of letting you have the plant.”

The caretaker's smile disappeared. His face twisted into a scowl.

“Let’s just see who will laugh at the end,” he spat, his gaze locked on the professor. He snatched his shot glass and slammed it on the table. Aesop, too, took his glass.

“Bottoms up!”

The moment the words left his mouth, he tipped the contents of his glass to his lips. The caretaker downed the contents in a single swig, his neck muscles tensing. His bravado elicited cheers from the spectators, and a few even applauded.

“Looks like the drink is already having an effect on you, Mr. Moon,” Aesop smiled smugly as he slammed his own shot glass on the table. The liquid traced down his throat like a line of fire. It burned, but it was nothing he could not handle.

“What are you talking about?” Gladwin scoffed. “I could go on drinking for hours. Did you know that I’m a very hardy man in my youth? You can’t compare yourself to a man who can hold his liquor better.”

“But I have no intention of holding back. You can only blame yourself if you’re out cold by the end of this,” he replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on his opponent. His hand gingerly held the glass up to his lips and gently tilted it. There was a secret technique in drinking Ogden’s Finest Firewhisky. The liquor needed to linger inside the mouth, just enough to feel the burning sensation, before one would gulp it down. Should one rush through the process, it would risk the chances of being drunk and passing out early.

The liquid scorched his throat as the whisky made its way to his belly, yet the feeling was not entirely unwelcome. It was like sitting next to the fireplace during the bitter days of December. The liquor's warmth relieved pain and brought him comfort.

“Ha! You should heed your own warning,” Gladwin huffed, slamming his shot glass on the table. A couple of drops spilt out, landing on the wooden surface. Aesop wrinkled his nose in disdain.

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” the professor shook his head.

“Less talking, more drinking, Sharp.”

He studied his opponent. The flush on his slackening face and the sweat trickling down his forehead were telltale signs of the effects of the liquor. It would not be long before he would pass out in front of everyone.

“I’m not the one who is slurring their words, Mr. Moon.” Aesop said. While he outwardly kept a calm composure, the inside was a different story.

His fingers twitched. The firewhisky was getting into his system.

Aesop gritted his teeth. The price was too high for him to fail. A few inches in front of him sat a blossom so rare that even the locals believed it was a mere myth. The locals believed that the blood red petals of the Celestial Tear could cure injuries caused by the most wicked of curses. This orchid could only be found in the deepest forests of Southeast Asia.

And Aesop could not let it escape his grasp.

It was recently when he had received news of its existence from a travelling merchant. Not long ago, he had received news of its existence from a travelling merchant. The last thing that he expected was a drinking contest.

Yet, here he was.

“Your loss, Sharp,” Gladwin grinned, the firewhisky already affecting his motor functions. “You know you can’t defeat a man who knows how to drink. I was born to be a drinker!”

The slurred speech, the wavering stance.

They were clear indications that the caretaker would not last longer.

“We’ll see about that,” Aesop replied. He took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. The amber color liquid swam within his shot glass. A single sip and his nerves shook and danced uncontrollably.

“It looks like the effects are already getting to you, Master Sharp,” his rival taunted. The mocking look in his eyes revealed everything to him. “You are not worthy to face off against the likes of me! Just give up and let me have the flower.”

The surrounding crowd thickened. The buzz of whispers was louder now, and their curiosity had grown even more. Some were already taking bets, while others were placing money on the table. In the gaps, he noticed auburn hair, a cerulean scarf, and a hint of a purple kufi appearing from the crowd.

The first one who squeezed out of the crowd was Dinah. The wrinkles in her eyes crinkled, a sign of her amusement. “So this is where you’ve been,” she said.

“Professor Hecat,” Aesop stuttered, “I thought you’re still in the castle.”

“I would’ve if I had not noticed a certain Potions professor leaving the staff meeting in such a hurry.”

The second one was the Alchemy Professor, Kathrina. She almost stumbled as she tried to get to the front. Behind her was Abraham, who repeatedly asked the patrons to make way for the three professors to pass through.

“Oh my goodness, Professor Sharp. I never thought that you will take part in such a — is that a Celestial Tear?” Kathrina gasped as her golden eyes widened in surprise. “Is that why you are participating in this contest? If so, then please carry on. You can do it, Professor Sharp! I’ll be cheering for you!”

“Kath, please keep it down,” Aesop whispered.

“Is that Mr. Moon I’m seeing?” Abraham quipped, “Looks like our groundskeeper is having a hard time, huh?”

Aesop raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised that you three didn’t berate me for partaking in such a barbaric act.”

Dinah laughed, “Oh no, this is way too much fun to stop you. Besides, I want to see how this ends.”

“Me too!” Kathrina agreed. “Good luck, Professor Sharp!”

“Thank you,” he managed a small smile.

The proprietor of the pub sighed. “Are you ready to resume the contest, Mr. Sharp?”

“Of course, Mr. Trout,” he nodded.

“Mr. Moon, how about you?”

“I’m always ready!”

Jasper rolled his eyes. He poured out the half empty bottle and refilled the two shot glasses.

“Alright, on the count of three. One... Two... Three.”

Both wizards lifted their shot glasses and drank their whiskey. Aesop had learned from his previous mistakes. Trash talking with his rival quickly became a distraction. The thoughts of the Celestial Tear already occupied his mind. He could not afford for it to wander elsewhere.

The liquid burned his tongue and seared his throat. His vision danced and figures of swaying horned demons populated his sight. Aesop gripped the sides of the table, steadying himself from falling over. The world around him turned into a blur.

“Mr. Moon, are you okay?” he heard Jasper asking, his voice muffled as if his ears were stuffed with cotton.

His opponent let out a throaty laugh. “Oh, Mr. Trout, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. I’m just warming up!”

“If you say so.”

Gladwin burped loudly and wiped drool off his chin with his hand. “But it seems that our esteemed professor here is already having a hard time,” he smirked. “Don’t worry, Sharp. I’ll take good care of your plant once you’re wasted drunk.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” Aesop snarled. “I will not lose to a man who can’t hold his liquor.”

The caretaker rolled his eyes. “Savoring the finest liquor is my pastime. I know how to drink the best alcohol and not get wasted, unlike you.”

Finest liquor? Aesop wanted to laugh. He once saw the stacks of the bottles inside the caretaker’s little hovel by the castle walls. The liquor he consumed was nothing close to what he had on the table.

“That’s funny coming from the man who’s struggling to keep his balance.”

“I am perfectly fine!” Gladwin protested. Saliva spat out from his mouth as he spoke, splattering the table.

Aesop witnessed the groundskeeper turning into a horned beast. The demon’s eyes glowed red and his mouth was filled with sharp teeth. When he shook his head, he turned to a clown-like creature with a face full of makeup.

“Are you sure about that?”

The caretaker did not reply. Instead, he took his shot glass and slammed its contents into his mouth. He wiped off the liquid on the edges of his lips with the back of his hand.

“Of course! I can do this all day,” Gladwin slurred.

“You can do it Aesop! Go win that plant!” Kathrina cheered. She seemed to be more invested in the contest than he was.

“Thank you, Professor Holmes,” the professor managed a smile. He turned his attention back to his opponent, who was already wobbling on his seat.

“Looks like you’re having a hard time, Mr. Moon,” he quipped.

“Shaddup and drink, Sharp.”

Aesop took another sip from his shot glass. The strength of the alcohol seemed to have doubled now that they were almost reaching the end of the bottle. It took all his might to keep himself from falling over.

“It’s your turn, Mr. Moon,” Jasper reminded him.

The caretaker looked up with a dazed expression. With a shaky hand, he reached out for his glass. He took one last swig. His movements became sluggish, possibly due to the firewhisky.

“Are you done?” the tavern owner asked.

“No,” both men chorused.

“I’ve never seen a drinking contest as intense as this,” Aesop heard Abraham mutter under his breath.

“If you’re going to take bets, then it would be better if you place it now,” Dinah whispered back.

“Fifty galleons for Professor Sharp!” Kathrina screamed.

“Fifty for Mr. Moon!” another spectator shouted.

“One hundred for the professor!” a man behind them cried.

Aesop turned his head, but his vision was already blurry. He could not believe that his colleagues were betting on him. He glanced at Dinah, who still had not placed her bet.

"A hundred for Master Moon," Professor Hecat said without breaking eye contact with the Potions Professor.

"Really, Dinah?" he could not help but roll his eyes.

"Aesop, I know you love drinking as a past time. But you cannot possibly win against a man whose liver is already made of alcohol," his colleague shrugged her shoulders casually.

Gladwin spat and shook his head vigorously. "I don't know if that's a praise or an insult, Professor Hecat."

"Why not both?"

The crowd lined up at the makeshift booth and placed their bets in front of the Hog's Head staff taking everyone's bets. 

“If the professors are betting, then I want in!”

“Me too! Me too!”

The crowd had already forgotten about the plant that was the center of the contest. They were more interested in the money to be won at the conclusion of the battle. Aesop did not know whether to laugh or cry. He did not think that this situation would blow out of hand.

“I’m going to put twenty on the groundskeeper.”

“I’m betting on Professor Sharp!”

“Professor Sharp, you can do it!”

“Mr. Moon, please win this. I’ve bet my wife’s life savings on this.”

The patrons had already placed their bets. The tavern owner's eyes twinkled with amusement as he poured the last of the bottle.

“At least this stupid game had the patrons shelling out money,” Jasper grumbled under his breath.

“I think I’m seeing two Gladwins,” Aesop slurred, “and they’re both looking at me like I’m the most delicious piece of meat.”

“I think Sharp looks like a hairy niffler with a toupee on top of his head,” the groundskeeper fired back. His arms braced the table. The faraway look in his eyes told Aesop all that he needed to know.

“This is the final round. Are you both ready?” the tavern owner asked.

Both men nodded their heads.

“Then, on the count of three. You both take your last shot,” the tavern proprietor poured the last drops of firewhisky in each of their shot glass. “One... Two... Three.”

Aesop took his glass and took his last gulp. His head already felt heavy, and it was as if his brain was already swimming. The lightheadedness threatened to conquer the remnants of his consciousness. He dug his fingernails deep into his palms to stay awake. The fire licked his veins and the heat of the whiskey warmed his chest. His eyelids began to droop, and the sounds of the crowd grew fainter by the second. Aesop tried to open his mouth, but nothing came out. He was fighting a losing battle. His consciousness was already slipping away.

“Just a few more seconds...” he shook his head vigorously. His rival stared at him in the eye. The grin on the caretaker’s face made him want to vomit. “I need to last a few seconds longer... I need to win this... for the plant... I need to —”

The last thing that Aesop saw was the sight of the tavern owner looming over him. Shadows of his colleagues rushing towards him, followed by the sound of their voices as they called out his name. And then, darkness.

***

He woke up with a splitting headache. His mind was still in a haze, and the room spun around him. The pain inside his head drilled against his skull, and it felt like his brain was being smashed against his head with a sledgehammer. Aesop could taste the remnants of the firewhisky at the back of his throat.

“Professor Sharp, don’t move just yet. You’re still recovering,” a voice said. Aesop tried to focus on his sight, but he could only see a fuzzy shape. The silhouette was familiar. It was a woman. He could make out the outlines of the prim and proper outfit of a nurse.

Nurse Blainey cradled his head and gently guided him back on the pillows.

“The amount of alcohol I have to purge is enormous,” she sighed as she dabbed a wet cloth over his forehead. “Do you even know how much of the stuff was in your body? It’s almost like you tried to kill yourself with it.”

He could only groan as a reply. The risk, he thought, was worth it, but now he was not so sure. Aesop realized he would need to rethink his tactics in procuring potions ingredients for his research. If he comes across another Celestial Tear or rare ingredient in the future, he could consider using different approaches instead of just relying on drinking contests. Yet, bitter regret plagued him, for he had lost the contest and with it, the opportunity to get hold of the plant. Gladwin, no doubt, had taken it already. After all he went through to acquire it, it left a bitter taste.

The cool towel couldn't calm the firewhisky's effects on him. This did not surprise him. Ogden’s Finest was famous for having the most potent effects of all firewhiskies ever produced. And he had just drunk an entire bottle of it. He did not want to imagine how much that would cost in terms of health.

He snorted. He had just attempted to sacrifice his own health just to gain an herb that could hopefully regain his lost mobility. It was the same recklessness that led to his injuries all those years ago. And look where it brought him now. Stuck in a bed at Hogwarts’ infirmary with a nurse as his only company.

“Are you alright, Professor Sharp?”

“Mhmm, thank you for your help, Madam Blainey,” he croaked. The arid feeling in his throat was unpleasant, but he appreciated her help. It was better than waking up with the mother of all hangovers with no one to care for him. “I’m sorry about the trouble.”

“There’s no need for an apology, Professor,” the nurse said as she smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve. “What matters now is that you’re fine.” She gave him a small smile that did not quite reach her eyes. “Perhaps I should call on the professors that brought you here? I believe they are still outside the infirmary.”

He raised an eyebrow. “All of them?”

“Yes, and they seem rather worried about you. Especially Professor Holmes.” The nurse chuckled as she straightened his blanket. “She seemed to have gone through quite a lot of trouble just to get you here. Why don’t you let them know you’re awake?”

His jaw dropped as he watched the nurse go to the entrance of the Hospital Wing. He had already forgotten that his colleagues had seen him take part in such a crude competition. And to have them witness his failure was embarrassing. How was he going to face them after this? Aesop winced at the thought of Dinah berating him for being such a reckless fool. And worse, he was a poor example of the new professor, Kathrina. He had prided himself to be the most disciplined amongst the staff members at Hogwarts. Yet there he was, taking part in a drinking contest in the Hog’s Head. No doubt that it would take him weeks to redeem himself again.

The creaking of the doors opening and hushed whispers quickly filled the room as the people whom he feared the most flooded inside. But before he could realize what was going on, a pair of warm, soft hands cupped his cheeks, tilting his face upwards. It took Aesop a second to register that Kathrina was looking straight at him. Her golden eyes glittered in the morning light, and it made him feel warm inside.

“Professor Sharp, are you alright? You looked deathly sick after passing out back in the pub!” her words flew faster than a jobberknoll fleeing from a hungry griffin. She had not even taken a moment to catch her breath as she spoke. “I am so sorry you lost that rare herb. I’ll talk to my friends back in the Institute to see if they can find some for you.”

“Now, now, Professor Holmes. Aesop here is no child,” Abraham chided her with a chuckle. “Don’t baby him like that.” He turned to Aesop and gave him a look of concern. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“A little tired,” he admitted, “And my skull still felt like someone cast a severing charm on it.” He looked at each one of his colleagues as they stood around his bed. They all wore concerned faces, and it made his heart sank. He really caused trouble for them. “Thank you for helping me, everyone.”

Dinah chuckled and patted his shoulder. “I suppose you won’t be drinking firewhisky soon?” She said, while giving him a teasing grin.

The other professors burst into fits of laughter. Even Aesop joined them. The humor was enough to distract him from the lingering pain. But after the moment of mirth died down, curiosity still lingered at the back of his head. “What about the Celestial Tear? What did Moon do with it?” he asked.

His eyes scanned their faces for answers. Kathrina looked like she was about to say something, but stopped herself. The three professors did not utter a single word, and he grew impatient.

“What happened?”

“Master Moon is quite eager to rub his victory on your face,” Dinah rolled her eyes. “He said he is going to make an anti-aging potion from the plant and use it on his skin to make himself forever young. And you will be the first one to witness him drink the potion once he finished it.”

“He’ll drink the potion in front of the castle gate to show how he won the contest,” Abraham added. “I suppose this is his way of getting even with you.”

The Professor was uncertain if he would be angry or entertained by the news. Gladwin's arrogance was evident as he sought to flaunt his victory to Aesop and further humiliate him. He did not think that it could get worse than this. He ran his fingers through his damp hair. Despite his tired body, his annoyance urged him to end this nonsense. He was fed up with the caretaker's stupid gloating and wanted to stop it.

“I suppose I should go up and meet him there,” he said.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Abraham raised a questioning brow. “I don’t think Madam Blainey will allow you to leave just yet.”

Aesop grunted. “I don’t want him to brag about his victory on the castle steps.” He looked at the nurse with pleading eyes and gave her a charming smile. “I shall return hereafter I finish my business with Mr. Moon. May I be excused?” he asked. The nurse shook her head, but reluctantly gave him her permission to leave. With a wide grin on his face, he shot straight up from his bed, only for his knees to give way. The other professors caught him by his arms and guided him towards the door.

He felt like a newborn fawn taking its first steps, with his legs wobbly and the pain in his left leg spreading up to his torso. But he knew he had no time to lose. If Gladwin truly wanted to drink his anti-aging potion in front of everyone, then he would not want to miss it.

Finally, the professors arrived at the castle entrance. There on the steps stood Gladwin Moon, proudly flaunting a bottle filled with deep crimson liquid. Some students huddled together in one corner to witness the spectacle. They whispered amongst themselves as they wondered what was going to happen next. The caretaker’s face lit up upon seeing Aesop approach him. His lips pulled back in a wide grin as he smirked at the Potions professor. His fingers traced the side of the bottle like a mother stroking her baby’s cheek.

“Ah, if isn’t the esteemed Professor Sharp,” Gladwin sneered. “I’m surprised that you are already here. Do you want to see how a champion drinks the fruit of his victory?” he taunted, holding the bottle towards Aesop with an outstretched arm.

“I suppose you’ve heard that I won, have you?” he sniggered. He twirled around his bottle in slow, deliberate circles, almost as if he was teasing the professor. “After this, I will be forever young. And you, Professor Sharp — you’ll still be stuck being an old man!” the caretaker gloated, his voice rising as he spoke. He threw his head back and bellowed with laughter. He seemed to be so full of himself that it made Aesop cringed internally. But he would not let the other man get to him.

He straightened his posture and leveled his shoulders. The air of authority around him was palpable as he looked at his rival down from the tip of his nose. In a deep and steady voice, he concealed his emotions. “I did not know that you can brew such potion,” Aesop smiled, feigning a tone of amazement and surprise. “After all these years we worked together at the same castle, yet I did not know such a thing about you.”

“Ha! You don’t know anything because no one recognized my brilliant brewing skills until now!” Gladwin shot back. His black eyes burned with pride as he spoke. “Students and staff alike look down on me because of my position as the groundskeeper of the castle! But I have been hiding my secret: I have a gift when it comes to making potions!”

The Potions Professor could hear the Alchemy Professor snickering behind him. He couldn't understand her strong reaction, but he found it amusing. Gladwin’s words were ridiculous, and it made the atmosphere lighter than before. Perhaps the man’s ego was the only thing bigger than the castle itself.

“Then why don’t you drink it already? Show us your brewing skills,” Aesop said nonchalantly. It was as if he was challenging Gladwin’s bravado and confidence. “We don’t want to keep everyone waiting. You’ll miss the opportunity to witness history in the making.”

His taunt was met with silence. Gladwin glared at him, his face contorted with rage. He tightened his grip on the bottle and gave Aesop a nasty look. With a swift movement, he uncorked the vial and poured its contents into his mouth. The crimson liquid slid down his throat like flowing blood, and he let out a loud belch once he finished drinking it. He turned towards the crowd, his face twisted in an ugly grimace as he barked at them like an angry hound.

“Anytime now, you will witness the beauty of my youth!” he shouted. Some students giggled behind him, but they quickly covered their mouths once he turned to look at them. The caretaker stared at Aesop once more. His gaze pierced through him, almost as if he was trying to read the other professor’s thoughts. “My skin will glow radiantly, like the brightest of rubies, and I shall be forever young!” he cried. And then — nothing.

Nothing happened.

The students looked at each other, wondering why there were no signs of transformation. Did he not consume enough of the potion? Was the preparation of the herb incomplete?

Pride and bravado vanished from the caretaker’s smug face. His eyes widened and his cheeks paled. His hands flew to his face as he touched his nose and his chin. He ran towards the glass windows of the castle entrance and pressed his face against them.

“No...” he mouthed in disbelief.

Aesop approached him, a smirk dancing on his lips. “What’s the matter, Master Moon? Did your brewing skills fail you?” he asked coyly. While his rival’s failure brought satisfaction in his chest, he could not help but silently wonder what went wrong with the potion.

Abruptly, the caretaker's voice resembled a donkey braying in the dark. Scales littered the sides of his face, while a protruding horn sprouted from the tip of his nose. Aesop knew he was far from handsome before, but now it seemed like someone had transfigured him into a bullfrog.

“What?! What is going on? My perfect formula, my potion — it did not work! But why?” he wailed. With every word, Gladwin's cracked voice resembled a violin scraped by a metal fork.

He cleared his throat. “Can you show me the cauldron you used to brew your potion?” Aesop asked in a soft voice as if to comfort him. Gladwin nodded weakly. With shaky steps, he led the other professor back to his tiny hovel. The scent of thestral droppings filled the air as they entered the dilapidated hut. The inside was a mess as dirty clothes littered the floor and unwashed dishes filled the sink. A cauldron sat in front of the fireplace with a low flame still burning underneath it.

Aesop observed the residue stuck inside the copper cauldron. Traces of crimson petals still clung to its sides. He took out his wand and muttered, “Levioso.”

The petal floated above the cauldron, spinning like a tiny leaf being blown by the wind. He studied it under the light and noticed how the edges were brown and the center was covered in a powdery substance. Suspicion began forming at the back of his head as he reached for the lone petal.

“Wait, professor, touching a Celestial Tear’s petal can prove very dangerous,” Kathrina warned. She reached out to stop his hand from touching the plant’s delicate petals. “The sap of the plant is toxic, and even the slightest of touches could make your fingers blister and swell.”

He smirked. “That is, if this is actually the Celestial Tear and not an imitation.” He showed the petal to her. “See how its edges are burnt, and how the center is covered in a fine dust? It seems like someone tried to make it an imitation of the rare plant by taking a dried piece of mugwort and enchanted it to look like a Celestial Tear.” Aesop looked at Kathrina and saw how the Alchemy Professor’s eyes widened in surprise. ”It did fool me, I admit. No wonder the trader refused to remove the plant from its glass case for inspection."

Kathrina nodded. “I suppose what you’re saying is true. Such blossom is very difficult to harvest, especially at this time of the year. It only blooms once under a full blood moon, and the season had just passed.” She gave him a weak smile. “I’m sorry about the loss. I’ll try to contact my friends back at the Institute. Perhaps there are still preserved Celestial Tear plants somewhere out there.”

“You don’t need to do that,” Aesop said.

The caretaker burst in an anguished scream, drawing everyone’s attention away from him. His face was now covered in thick, green scales. Aesop thought he resembled a dragon with a horn on his nose. The man's massive ego transformed him into a hideous monster. The Potion Professor chuckled at the irony.

“ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE PLANT IS A FAKE?!” Gladwin shouted. “BUT HOW DID IT BREW THIS POTION IF IT’S NOT REAL?!”

Aesop sighed. “If you read the books on Herbology, you would know that mugwort has the same appearance as Celestial Tear,” he said in a bored voice. “And since you were too preoccupied with your ego, you did not take the time to inspect the plant.” The Potions Professor could not help but chuckle.

Anger contorted the caretaker’s face. “Don’t you look smug in front of me, Professor. You also fell for it!” he spat. His fingers clawed against his face as he tried to pull the scales away. His efforts proved to be futile, and they stayed firmly rooted on his skin. He wailed in agony, cursing his misfortune.

“True. And I suppose I have to thank you for winning the drinking contest for me,” Aesop remarked, “If not for you, I would have suffered the same fate. So I guess, thank you.” He gave Gladwin a mock bow, which only infuriated the caretaker further.

Before Gladwin could say another word, Aesop led Kathrina out of the little hovel. The caretaker continued to let out a series of unintelligible wails and curses. His cries echoed against the walls, and it followed them until they were far enough from the hut. Aesop turned to the Alchemy Professor, whose eyes glittered with amusement.

“I’ll let Nurse Blainey sort him out. Now, shall we go back to the hospital wing? I believe I promised her that I would go back as soon as my business with Mr. Moon was done,” he said.

Kathrina chuckled, her voice light and cheery like bells. “I can’t believe that you will keep your word, Professor Sharp,” she grinned. “I thought you’d try to find another way to escape the infirmary.”

He snorted. “I can’t be irresponsible with my health, can I?”

“Of course not. Especially after you drowned yourself with half a bottle of Ogden’s Finest. I’m surprised that you’re still able to stand up,” she teased. Her golden eyes twinkled in the mid-afternoon light, and Aesop found it quite beautiful.

“But maybe we should celebrate your luck avoiding such an unfortunate situation. What about you and I go to the Three Broomsticks next weekend and celebrate? My treat,” she smiled. The warmth of her smile made him feel at ease. For a moment, the lingering pain and headache that he had almost disappeared.

His lips unconsciously curved to a smile. “I would be delighted,” he answered. “What kind of treat are you thinking of?”

“How about another bottle of firewhisky for a start?”

He let out a deep laugh that rumbled in his chest. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not sure if I can handle it in this state,” he chuckled. “How about some butterbeer instead?”

“Ah, butterbeer it is.”

Chapter 4: Dungeons and Dilemmas

Summary:

In order to save Headmaster Black's reputation in front of the officials from the Department of Magical Education, Aesop and the rest of the professors are forced to participate in a series of puzzles that will prove their competency. Why is that? No one knows. But can he survive knowing that one of the members of his team is the infamous History of Magic Professor?

Notes:

Oooof. Hellow! I'm aware that I'm sooo behind at the prompts. Perhaps I should practice writing really short stories next time. (>.<)

Anyway, here's the prompt for the "dungeons". And I admit, I had a really hard time to formulate a story here. Hence, the delay.

But anyways, enjoy! (^_^)

“Ah, you must be the representatives from the Department of Magical Education,” Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black flashed a bright grin and bowed, “Welcome to Hogwarts! Please be at ease and we will attend to your concerns to the best of my staff’s abilities!”

He heard Matilda let an annoyed huff beside him. At the corner of his eye, the Deputy Headmistress seemed to be the epitome of professionalism: her posture straight, her shoulders square. There was nothing in her stiff face that told the Transfiguration Professor’s true feelings. But having worked with her in the past, Aesop could spot the subtle hints when Matilda disapproved of Headmaster Black’s way of dealing with visitors. For one, she balled her fists behind her back, which showed her frustration, while her lips pressed into a thin line expressed how she tried hard to bite down whatever insult that wanted to spout out.

And as much as Aesop loathed Headmaster Black for many reasons, including his lackadaisical approach towards the post, he couldn’t really fault him in this situation. A visit from the Ministry Officials was never a pleasant one. Despite his time as an Auror, he disliked pompous wizards and witches who made needless requests. Of course, Black would put up his diplomatic act; and perhaps, his way in charming the upper brass was the only saving grace that the peacock of a man possessed. Otherwise, Phineas proved why some students dubbed him as ‘the worst Headmaster Hogwarts would ever have’.

The two Ministry Officials looked unimpressed; their grim faces told him that these ministry workers took themselves too. One of them, who looked like a dried stalk of asparagus, cleared his throat. “We have been receiving complaints from parents regarding your inefficient handling of Hogwarts.” His beady eyes scanned around, “From what I see so far, I am thinking that these families might be right.”

Matilda shot Aesop an alarmed look upon hearing such an accusation thrown at the Headmaster so bluntly. Words usually danced and tiptoed around Phineas' ego, so such a straightforward sentence sounded foreign even among staff who disliked Black. However, Aesop gave her a shrug; and if the headmistress were to decipher that gesture properly, the Potions professor hoped she understood he meant there was no need to intervene on Black’s behalf because Phineas needed this kind of wake-up call.

But Black let out a strained laugh. “Nonsense! Hogwarts is thriving under my care, Mister...”

“Mr. Dippet,” the official’s dry tone remained unchanged, “and we shall see whether or not your school’s performance is satisfactory during our inspection.”

Matilda winced; No one really knew what those inspections meant. Aesop had never been aware that they conducted such inspections. Was the situation that bad that the Ministry felt compelled to step in? Did Headmaster Black’s flaws run that deep into the marrows of Hogwarts? He didn’t know; but Weasely knew better than to voice out any protests because Aesop recognized her clenched jaw.

But the headmaster seemed to be unfazed by the official’s icy demeanor. “Ah, are you asking if my staff are capable enough?” Phineas grinned broadly; his eyebrows raised with an air of confidence. “By Merlin’s beard, my professors are some of the brightest witches and wizards out there! Our Hogwarts produce talented individuals every year!”

“Yet we still receive complaints regarding Hogwarts’ lacking standards,” the official countered. Aesop noticed that Mr Dippet scrutinized Black with narrow eyes, as though he was silently judging him. “If you prove us wrong, then we won’t take any further actions.”

Phineas huffed and straightened his suit jacket. “Then allow me to prove to you that my staffs are excellent educators.” Headmaster Black motioned towards Professor Ronen who had been lurking near the walls; “Ronen designed an activity that showcases Hogwarts professors’ problem-solving capabilities — it is suitable to test their skills as it will also entertain you both.”

Aesop could not help but outwardly bare his fangs. Did that dastardly headmaster think professors existed solely for entertainment?! If Headmaster Black’s words offended Dippet and his companion, neither men showed any signs of offense. Instead, they merely exchanged glances; Aesop could notice Mr. Dippet give a slight nod at his companion, a shorter but also businesslike man wearing a monocle.

Abraham flashed his signature smile. But the dark circles and bags under his eyes betrayed his cheerful disposition; Aesop wondered what madness their self-absorbed headmaster forced Ronen undergo to create. Fatigue clearly took its toll on the charms professor; he wouldn’t be surprised if Ronen’s creation involved complicated charms and enchantments — but he prayed his colleague applied more sense than complicating things just to impress ministry officials.

The portly man stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Greetings! I am Abraham Ronen, Charms Professor and Head of the Slytherin house. Our headmaster has tasked me to design an activity that demonstrates Hogwarts professors’ intelligence—” — “and problem-solving skills!” Black chirped from behind as Abraham flashed a nervous grin; Aesop could sense uneasiness emanated from him.

The Charms Professor cleared his throat. “Yes, and, show our competency in teamwork, leadership, and decision making.” Abraham said jovially as if he was not bothered by Headmaster Black’s addition of remarks. Yet, Aesop could tell Ronen suppressed the urge to glare at the narcissistic man that hid behind. The man always disliked being interrupted even with his good nature — it was clear based on the stiffness of his grin.

“And how do you plan to show that, Professor Ronen?” Mr. Dippet’s bulging round eyes narrowed as he scanned Professor Ronen from top to bottom, looking at Abraham as if he was analyzing him thoroughly.

The Charms Professor grinned. “I have set up a series of puzzles deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts. I shall explain more once we have arrived at the location.” He motioned his arm towards directing a dimly lit hallway.

Matilda quirked an eyebrow. He could guess that no one had informed Matilda about this whole fiasco. Aesop could not blame her; if Phineas asked him to take part, he would rather hex his head off and watch the git choke on his own tongue than agreeing to something so absurd. But thankfully, nothing happened that would cause the headmaster’s untimely demise as they walked through the halls.

It was not that long until they met up with the other professors. They all wore the same confused expression. He assumed Black had kept this event a secret from his colleagues too.

Abraham stood before the iron gates leading to a magnificent chamber. Behind him were three toad statues sitting on a stone pedestal. Aesop had never been here before. He knew only the Potions classroom and his office in Hogwarts. Despite having been working at this school for years, there were still places in this castle that he had never set foot on.

He scanned the area. Mirabel, Dinah, and Kathrina huddled together beside a pillar. Mudiwa and Satyavati gossiped somewhere in the back. Cuthbert floated around aimlessly, ignoring his peers. Chiyo and Bai, on the other hand, sat on the stone bench nearby. They observed the others while waiting for the announcement.

Kathrina glanced at him and flashed him a warm smile and an enthusiastic wave.

Despite not liking social interaction, Aesop waved back, albeit less enthusiastically. There was something so sincere about the new professor that warmed his icy heart. Perhaps, it was her optimism and positivity. Perhaps, it was her drive to always see the silver linings despite facing constant obstacles. Or, maybe, it was the innocence and purity that radiated off of her that seemed to have drawn a broken man like—.

He stopped himself. What was he thinking: daydreaming about a woman he knew?! Aesop shook his thoughts away and pretended that Kathrina Holmes’ infectious bright personality didn’t stir the still depths of his heart.

Black clapped his hands three times to gain everyone’s attention. “Everyone! You are all aware of our esteemed guests’ presence today.” He paused and gestured at Dippet and his monocled companion who were standing behind him, “They visited our humble establishment to observe and assess the state of Hogwarts.”

“And I have tasked Abraham with creating an activity that will demonstrate not only your problem-solving capability but your skills in teamwork and leadership,” he continued, “And with that, I will let Professor Ronen explain his puzzle.”

Upon facing the group of confused professors, Abraham flashed a confident, reassuring smile and greeted, “Good afternoon, everyone. Thank you all for coming here today. As Headmaster Black had explained, I have arranged a little game that I am sure you will enjoy.”

The professors murmured amongst themselves. But, in Aesop’s eyes, everyone seemed to place extra caution in their steps and words. If Dippet and his companion were here to assess their working capability, they knew how to put their guards up. Everyone wanted to prove that they were competent in their post. Officials fearing incompetence may fuel rumors. Even Black seemed to be on his best behavior today. He kept his mouth shut and observed the proceedings.

Ronen waved his wand and a small gem appeared out of nowhere, floating right above his palm. It was a shiny, transparent stone that seemed to absorb the light surrounding it. The Charms Professor held it up and said, “This little artefact here is your goal. You will be sorted into three groups. Our little, stone toad friends here will transport you to different parts of the dungeon and each group will have a different task that they must complete to retrieve this gem.” He paused and smiled as the professors listened intently, “You will have until midnight before our visitors will depart.”

“So, what is the task, Professor Ronen?” Mirabel inquired. With her wide-brimmed witch hat tilted at an angle, she had a cheeky look. But the Herbology professor was a woman with a reputation. Aesop knew she was not a person who would play around when the situation was serious. And by the look in her eye, she was aware of the gravity of the situation.

Abraham smiled. “That will depend on which room you will end up in. But all the challenges that you will face require logical thinking, problem-solving, and, of course, teamwork. The grouping will be decided randomly.”

As Professor Binns’ spectral form hovered around, Aesop could not help but raise the question. “Is the Professor Binns joining us?” He was sure that the Headmaster would not dare to offend the Ministry Officials by leaving out one teacher. But he was curious about including the long dead professor.

Headmaster Black tilted his chin up. “Of course! Professor Binns is a part of our staff and as such, he must join as well!” He declared, “We will not leave any member out! Even if they have been deceased for hundreds of years!”

The History of Magic professor droned about the time where a wizard name ‘Galeius of Waterdeep’ had attempted to infiltrate Hogwarts castle in search for a magic boot. He hovered through the professors, ignoring their existence. And the Ministry officials simply stood there, watching them with judging eyes. No one paid him any attention, but Aesop guessed it didn’t bother him since Professor Binns never seemed to care about anything at all.

But he wished not to include the spectral professor in his group. As much as he respected and appreciated Professor Binns’ dedication to his post, the man’s presence would not do any good to solve riddles and completing puzzles. His mind was always stuck in the past. And he never even bothered to remember their names.

Abraham waved his wand and strips of paper whirled around like a tornado. The strips landed on the professors’ head and changed into three colors: Red, Blue, Green. Mudiwa, Dinah, and Bai got red colored strips of paper. The blue strips ended up with Mirabel, Satyavati, and Chiyo. Kathrina and Aesop were in the green group.

As he stared at the tiny strip of painted paper wedged between his shaking fingers, Aesop realized who the third member of his group would be. His eyes shifted towards the direction of the History of Magic professor. The green strip of paper floated and passed through his form like a feather on the wind.

‘What did I do to deserve this...’ the Potions Professor groaned as he turned to Kathrina with a heavy heart. He imagined the frustrating experience with the incorrigible dead man hovering above their heads.

“I apologize in advance, Professor Holmes,” he said with a heavy heart as his eyes followed the floating Professor Binns.

Kathrina giggled. “Don’t fret, Professor Sharp. I’m sure we can work through this together,” she whispered back.

Aesop blinked. Her response was not the one he expected. He anticipated that his fellow professor would be annoyed and express her frustrations like he did. Instead, the glint in her honey gold eyes and her cheeky grin made it appear she found the whole thing amusing. Her optimism seemed to be a bottomless well. He wondered if her positivity had any limits or if it would never run out.

He massaged his temples and took a deep breath. “Alright. Let us do our best then.” He said, “Professor Binns, are you coming with us?” Aesop asked as he watched the spectral form hovered around them. He didn’t expect the dead professor to hear him. But, thankfully, his ghostly form drifted towards the group.

His gaze still held the same, faraway look as usual. It was almost as if the man was staring at the past while looking at them. Professor Binns nodded absent-mindedly. “Yes. Lead the way, Aaron.”

“... It’s Aesop.”

The ghost ignored him and turned to Kathrina. “Who are you? Were you one of my students?” He inquired.

“I’m Kathrina Holmes, the Alchemy Professor. Pleasure to meet you, Professor Binns.” She replied with a smile.

“Ah, I see, Helena. The last alchemist who had set foot in this school invented...”

Aesop resisted the urge to sigh. There was nothing they could do about the dead man.

Abraham once again called attending the professors. “Before we begin, I would like to remind everyone that there is only one of this gem. Your task is this: enter the dungeons, solve the puzzles, get the gem, and make your way back here before midnight. I wish everyone good luck.”

The Charms Professor turned towards the toad statues and began reciting incantations. He pointed his wand at the amphibian statues and mumbled something that no one else could hear. When the professors had lined up in front of the figures, the toads opened their mouths and swallowed them whole.

It was dark. Aesop could only make out vague shapes in this dark abyss. But as his eyes adjusted, he realized they were in a narrow tunnel. The only source of light came from the small gap above them. He had always loathed travelling through small spaces. His height made him feel cramped when navigating narrow areas during travel. However, the Potions professor knew it was the only way out. And so, he began crawling towards the source of light.

After a few seconds of squeezing out, he plopped on the other side. The stone room they found themselves in was circular. Torches illuminated the space as they were hung on the wall. The chamber was empty. There were no doors and no windows. And the only way out was through the ornate, wooden door carved with intricate patterns. The stone toad head was the same as the earlier one that had swallowed them.

Professor Binns hovered above them. “This looks familiar.” He remarked.

Kathrina turned to the spectral form. “Oh, what is it all about, professor?”

“Oh no... Don’t encourage him,” Aesop groaned.

But his warning fell on deaf ears. Professor Binns started rambling about the history of Hogwarts, about the founders and the times of the Ancient Egyptians. The ghostly professor went on different tangents about different topics that had absolutely nothing to do with their task. The only thing that ever existed in the dead man’s mind was History and a bunch of ancient facts that would do nothing for their situation right now. There was no stopping the spectral Professor from his ramblings. The only option they had left was to tune him out and figure out how to get out of room by themselves.

Aesop looked around the vast chamber. In the middle of it was a pedestal with a cube-shaped box sitting on it. Several ridges lined up along its edges, forming different shapes and lines. At first glance, there was nothing else noteworthy about the object. But on further inspection, the Potions Professor noticed the button at the base of the cube. When his fingers lightly pressed the tiny switch, he heard a click. Suddenly, the ridges shifted, sliding in and out.

And a great cloud of flying keys burst out of it in every direction. Aesop spun around as several keys swarmed around him, blocking his vision from seeing Kathrina and Professor Binns. Several small metal objects whirled around his head, trying to poke through his eye sockets.

“What the devil is going on here?!” He could hear Kathrina shout as she tried to deflect the flying keys with her wand. It was impossible to aim at a moving target like this! They had to find a way to halt the swirling metal storm.

Aesop took out his wand and aimed forward. “Depulso!” A wave of magic burst forth from his wand and collided against an incoming key, sending it back. As it hit the wall, he could hear the unmistakable sound of metal hitting stone. He could only hope that his spell disabled the key, or else...

The winged keys plopped on the floor like fish out of water. They twitched for a while but remained still thereafter. Aesop lowered his wand and let out a sigh of relief. A small victory at least. However, when he turned to his side, he realized the keys came back to life once again — and they all charged towards him like a swarm of angry wasps ready to attack their target.

Kathrina yelped when a key grazed her left arm before she could even take out her wand. “Protego!” she shouted as a blue light burst forth from the tip of her wand, enveloping the woman in a barrier spell. Winged keys crashed repeatedly against the enchantment, then fell to the ground. But instead of staying still like the last time, the metal objects sprang up again, moving around as if nothing had happened.

Aesop made a beeline to his colleague’s side while keeping his own barrier active. “We need to think of another way to stop these things!” he said.

“But what can we do? I’ve never seen this type of enchantment before! What are these things?!” Kathrina asked as she shot a Stupefy charm at one object. The spell did not hit any of the keys. Instead, it only killed the torch’s flame on the wall.

The Potions Professor grunted. “All I know is these are Flying Keys. But these are barely used around school,” he replied.

“Professor Ronen is surely an excellent Charms master to have created such an elaborate and powerful enchantment... but this is getting ridiculous! These flying keys won’t stop attacking us no matter what we do!” The Alchemy Professor shot him an annoyed look as she swatted the keys away with her wand while casting various spells on them in vain.

He strained his eyes to look beyond the cloud of keys swarming around them. Behind the horde, a plain door emerged with a tiny keyhole. This was the door they needed to unlock if they wanted to continue with the game.

Professor Binns hovered near them, unaware of their struggles. The key flew towards him but simply went through his incorporeal form before falling down and joined the swarm once more. He drawled about random history facts, such as the time when a flock of flying keys attacked one of the Headmasters in Hogwarts due to a lack of security protocols during the time of King Arthur. He then rambled about how in Ancient Greece, students would solve riddles just to receive one key.

Then a voice boomed from the ceiling. “The Red Team, led by Professor Hecat, have solved their first riddle. Congratulations!” It was Ronen’s voice, although Aesop did not know where it was coming from. His voice was magically amplified, but it came from nowhere in particular.

“Oh no, and we’re still stuck here!” Kathrina wailed as she continued to cast ineffective spells at the horde of flying keys that surrounded them like bees defending their nest. Even a simple Arresto Momentum spell proved to be useless on them since it didn’t slow them down.

Aesop cursed his luck. They were down two members of their team and this was even the first challenge! Professor Binns may travel through solid objects because of his spectral form. But that did not help in solving riddles or fighting flying keys! What could a ghost do anyway?! He was not a strong wizard anymore. And all he did was ramble about his favorite topic — history!

While they were forced to hold their ground, Professor Binns persisted in narrating some historical stories. “In the year 72 B.C., a man named Cicero the Jester attempted to prank a king by enchanting all his keys to fly across his kingdom. However, he mispronounced one of the Latin incantations and it became a huge catastrophe. The flying keys flocked to the kingdom and attacked the people...”

“Professor Binns, how is that relevant to our current situation right now?!” Aesop groaned in frustration as he swatted a flying key away from him. Kathrina continued to fire hexes towards the metal objects, trying her best to slow them down.

But the ghostly professor ignored him. “In anger, the king ordered to have his head cut off in front of the people as punishment for what he had done. But the jester tamed the keys by luring them with honey.” He continued to drone on about Cicero’s life and death after the incident.

“How is that going to—” Aesop stopped himself. The gears in his brain turned as he tried to decipher the meaning behind Professor Binns’ ramblings. ‘Honey... luring... keys...’ It made little sense at first. He observed the angry keys and their patterns. They seemed to be attracted towards anything that moved and made any kind of noise. He looked at Professor Binns again. The keys paid attention to him unless he talked. Since he hovered above ground whenever she moved, they did not seem to register that he was even there at all.

“Wait, you said they were lured with honey?” Aesop asked excitedly.

“Yes, I did.” Professor Binns nodded.

“Is it possible for them to be attracted to something else, also?”

Cuthbert shrugged. “Throughout history, flying keys are attracted according to the enchantment ” So I guess it is possible.”

The idea sparked in Aesop’s mind. “Kathrina, I’m going to need your help in distracting these keys so that I can go to that box in the center of the room,” he informed her. “Can you do it?”

She nodded in response, shooting a bombarda spell that exploded when it hit the ground, sending the metal objects flying in different directions. While the disoriented flying keys floated mid-air, Aesop dashed as fast as his aching limbs could take him, making his way to the pedestal where the cube-like box sat. The keys regained their senses and chased after him. But Aesop arrived in front of the artifact before the metal objects caught up to him.

“Protego!” he shouted. He then searched for the bottom of the box. As his fingers felt around the sides, he found a tiny button hidden beneath the cube. With a click, a compartment opened, revealing a vial of potion inside. Aesop grabbed the potion and uncorked it. The scent of sweet honey wafted to his nose as he lifted the bottle to his palm and poured a small amount into it. A golden blob of honey wiggled on the surface of his palm. The smell of the honey attracted the flying keys, causing them to buzz around him. He placed the potion bottle on the ground and walked towards directing the door.

The keys turned docile as he approached them with honey. Aesop took this chance to place the golden liquid on the keyhole of the door. The flying keys swarmed around him and nuzzled themselves on his hands, trying to lick the honey on his palm.

And there, he noticed a unique key amongst the swarm — one that was bigger, fancier, and had a shiny silver finish compared to the others that were made of copper. The large key had a golden handle and a big ruby on its bow. He picked up the key by its handle and inserted it into the keyhole. It was a perfect fit. And with a satisfying click, the door unlocked.

“Well done, the Green Team! You have solved the first puzzle! Good job!” Abraham’s voice boomed from the ceiling.

Kathrina ran beside him. “Wow, that is impressive! What spell did you use?”

Aesop pointed at the pedestal with his thumb. “I used the potion Ronen had given us as bait and I took a different key from the swarm.”

A bright smile passed her lips as the Alchemy professor clapped her hands, “Great thinking, Professor Sharp! Now let’s keep going!”

They stepped into the dark tunnel. Aesop hoped that the next task would be a little easier to accomplish.

But when they arrived at the second antechamber, plain, smooth walls that showed no signs of an exit greeted him and his team. The room was square. It was lit by a single torch on the far wall. The only way in and out was through the door behind them. Aesop scanned the room for anything that could help them with their task. Yet the room was as bare as it could be. There wasn’t even a single tile or groove on the wall. Nothing! Frustrated, he grunted and slid to the floor, leaning on the wall. The Potions Master was doubting if they could solve all of Ronen’s puzzles.

Kathrina roamed around the bare room and tapped the surface of the wall with her wand. The Alchemy professor stopped when she reached the center of the chamber. She tapped the stone floor and muttered a detection spell. “Hmm... this is strange...” she mumbled as she waved her wand around the area, “This isn’t just a simple room. There are mechanisms built in here — but I can’t quite pinpoint what…

He stood up and cast. “Bombarda!” A blast of magical energy shot forth from the tip of his wand and collided against the wall — nothing. Aesop scowled as he repeated the spell multiple times. No matter how many times he blew the wall apart, it immediately repaired itself.

“I didn’t know that Professor Ronen can cast such advanced charms,” Kathrina nodded. “But why would he place such an impenetrable spell on this room? How else can we get out of here?” She scratched her cheek with her wand as she contemplated about the puzzle.

As hours ticked by, Professor Binns continued to float onwards. He nestled his hands behind his back. His form faded as he moved deeper into the darkness. But his voice still rang through the halls. “In 295 B.C., a charm was first developed by the ancient Egyptian magi to protect the magical scrolls of Alexandria. It is known as the ‘Wall of Endless Protection’. This charm has been the basis for the current ‘Impervius’ charm that is commonly used by the wizarding community today.” He rambled on and on about the history of charms and magic until his voice faded away into nothingness.

“Professor Binns?”

But the ghost ignored them and phased through the wall as if nothing was there. Then a few seconds later, Ronen’s voice boomed throughout the room. “The Green Team, led by Professor Holmes and Professor Sharp have successfully solved their second puzzle!

Aesop’s jaw dropped as the walls dissolved and revealed a pathway that lead towards the third antechamber. Kathrina was equally stunned as she exchanged glances with Aesop. What just happened? He turned to the direction of the corridor where Professor Binns’ spectral form was long gone.

“Green Team is now leading the race to the last chamber!”

He sighed as he stared at the wall that Professor Binns had phased through. The wall was three inches thick and its composition was a mix of limestone and basalt. That the ghost could pass through the obstacle as if it was not there at all baffled him. Perhaps, there were more to the dead man than he thought.

“Let’s figure this out later. At least, we’re winning!” Kathrina grinned.

Her smile brought some lightness to his heart. But that they were still stuck in this escape room reminded him of the fact that their journey was far from over. And they only had a few hours to complete this entire ordeal.

They walked towards the tunnel leading to the last chamber. Aesop tried to find their ghostly colleague, but he was long gone. He gritted his teeth. Did Cuthbert just abandon them without a word?! It would have been helpful if he told them what to do. But now they had to find a way to the finish line by themselves. He massaged his temples in annoyance.

The four giant statues of the founders greeted them as they arrived at the final chamber, surrounding the case where the gem sat. Aesop walked around and inspected the area for anything that could help them win this final game. It seemed that Ronen had truly outdone himself. The subtlety of the puzzle was ingenious. He couldn’t find any sort of hint how to unlock the case. All the Potions Master could see were four, giant statues of the founder of Hogwarts surrounding a glass case.

As he walked, he noticed four, stone bowls sitting at the feet of each statue. Each bowl was empty.

“I wonder what these ingredients are for?” Kathrina tilted her head as she held the bag of ingredients lying on an alcove nearby, “There’s also a cauldron here. Perhaps, we can use these to solve this puzzle?” She pointed to the cauldron on the table in the center.

Aesop took a peek at the ingredients. “Those are used for cooking, not for brewing potions.” He replied. The Potions Master could only guess that Ronen's intention was to confuse and complicate matters unnecessarily. But this was no ordinary task. If only he knew what these ingredients were for...

“Ah it seems that you and Professor Holmes have arrived at the final room,” Dinah’s voice came from behind.

Aesop turned around to find his fellow professors entering the chamber with their heads held high. He tried to hide his frustration. The pressure to solve the puzzle was starting to get to him. His hand shook as he held his wand. If they failed this challenge, they might as well forfeit the game.

Then a soft, warm hand enveloped his trembling fingers. Kathrina squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. I know we will.” She whispered as she flashed him a reassuring smile.

Despite being skeptical, he nodded.

They locked eyes briefly, blushing before averting their gaze. Aesop coughed as he tried to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling in his chest. “Well... we better get back to work. The other teams might catch up soon.” He said as he tried to keep his focus on the task at hand.

The Alchemy Professor nodded. “Yes... We still need to figure out the meaning behind the ingredients and the cauldron.” She said as she inspected the cauldron on the hearth, “Oh, there’s a book here... ‘A recipe for the finest meal that you’ve ever eaten. A secret recipe for the most delectable dish known to wizards and witches...’” She read the cover and frowned. “That seems useless for now. Do you have any idea about the purpose of these ingredients, Professor?”

He read the book. The worn and cracked yellowish parchments let a crinkling sound as it moved. Its corners were curled up. Some pages were smeared with dried brown substances he could only guess was gravy. It seemed like a well-loved cookbook. “If Ronen had set this up, this must associate to the puzzle,” Aesop replied. His fingers brushed along the faded words.

“Are we supposed to cook some meal?”

He shrugged. “I suppose. But there are a lot of recipes here, how will we know which one to cook?”

They both sighed and looked at the other alcoves. The other professors seemed to fire up the cauldrons. He could only assume that they have also started cooking as well. Aesop noticed Mirabel and Satyavati rummaging the shelves, trying to find something that they could use in their cooking. Other professors worked faster with a group of three, unlike Aesop's group of two. The only person who was missing was Professor Binns, who had left them earlier. Where could he have gone to? He wondered.

Suddenly, the ghostly professor appeared in the room, continuing to discuss ancient history. “Godric Gryffindor is very fond of eating roasted chickens and beef pies. Salazar Slytherin prefers spicy dishes, such as spicy tomato soup and chili.” He droned on and on about the four founders’ favorite food, “Helga Hufflepuff is a gourmet. She enjoys eating all kinds of food but she likes pudding. Rowena Ravenclaw loves eating chocolate covered fruits.”

Aesop’s eyes widened as he finally figured out what they were supposed to do. “I suppose we need to make a meal that will satisfy the Founders’ taste!” He declared, “Then we will place those meals on the bowls and put them in front of their respective statues. Then, we can claim the gem!”

Kathrina’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That’s brilliant!” She clapped her hands.

The Potions Master gave the book to his colleague. “You find the recipes while I pick the ingredients. I know several house-keeping charms that can help us cook.” He said. His eyes darted to the other alcoves where the other professors began cooking. “We must be quick. I’m afraid that the other groups are already ahead of us.”

The next few minutes ran like a breeze for him. Aesop felt like his body moved on his own. He was a man of precision. Everything he does must be perfect. His hands moved with purpose as he minced, peeled, diced, sliced, chopped, and mixed. With a flick of his wand, the knife flew in the air and cut the vegetables into neat, small cubes. He cast several spells to aid him in the process — levitating ingredients, keeping the cauldron hot, adding the seasonings, stirring the broth, and tasting the finished product.

Within thirty minutes, he had prepared four plates of steaming hot food that smelled so good that it made his stomach growl. Aesop placed the dishes on a serving tray and levitated the items to the stone bowls in front of each of the Founder statues.

The bowls lit up as the meals touched their bottom. Then the statues’ eyes glowed and they turned their heads towards the Potions Master. The man felt like they were staring into his soul. He took a step back. His eyes darted to Kathrina who was staring in awe.

A brilliant light enveloped the glass case at the center of the room. As it faded, the case was no longer locked. The gem floated above the pedestal and landed on the floor with a metallic clink. And with another burst of air, the stone toad pedestal sprung up from the ground and swallowed them whole, transporting the group back to entering the dungeons.

Aesop held his breath as he and his teammates returned to the stone courtyard where Headmaster Black and the Ministry officials waited. He looked at his palm and saw the ruby gemstone resting on his palm. Delight bubbled in his heart. With a confident stride, he walked up to Professor Ronen and presented the jewel to him. “Here you go,” he said.

The Charms Professor flashed him a satisfied grin. “Very well done, Professor Sharp.” He remarked and turned to Dippet and his companion, “Do you see that, Sir? Our Professors can solve my challenges, don’t you think?”

The official’s gaze fixed on the gem in Aesop’s hands. “We saw everything through the enchanted mirror. Am I correct that the ghost professor had a part in solving the puzzles?” He asked.

“Yes, indeed.” he nodded, “Cuthbert Binns is an unlikely asset to the team. He helped us solve the puzzles by sharing his knowledge about the castle.”

The official frowned. “And you think that there is nothing wrong with this, Headmaster Black?”

Black’s jaw tightened. “I... I... what do you mean? You saw the professor has joined the groups from the start. Why did you not say anything about it then?!” He argued. His face was beet red from frustration and embarrassment.

“You realize that we are here to observe your performance as a headmaster, not to police your decisions?” The official remarked coldly, “And I think that allowing an incorporeal, dead man to join the teams is not exactly an ideal situation for a group of live, flesh and blood professors.”

Dippet nodded. “Yes. And allowing a team to have an unfair advantage over the others is concerning. If you can allow such an advantage, what more of students in Hogwarts? It’s rather worrying...” He paused, “I suppose the complaints from the parents hold some merit after all...”

The headmaster’s smile wavered. “But Cuthbert Binns is an esteemed member of the teaching staff! He has been a professor of this school for hundreds of years!” He argued. “Surely, you cannot ask us to dismiss a valuable member of our staff...”

The official rolled his eyes. “You proudly say that this little game is to show your professors’ skills in problem-solving and teamwork. But how can we see that if one participant is a ghost who can just phase through obstacles?!” He countered, “The other teams didn’t have anyone like him, right? Your bias towards that... that... ghostly professor is rather obvious.”

“Professor Binns had been a teacher of this school for years!”

“That is not the point, headmaster. The uneven distribution of resources and opportunities between the professors is concerning. This could cause a lot of problems if we do nothing about it.” Dippet said. “If you cannot see that having an unfair advantage such as this ghost could ruin the integrity of the test, then I’m afraid you have no place in running this school.” He crossed his arms.

Black’s moustache twitched and crimson spread across his cheeks. “You... who allowed Binns to join the first place?!” He turned to the gathered professors and shouted, “Which one of you allowed him to join?!”

Aesop glanced at Matilda, who was trying to stop herself from giggling. The headmaster thought it was a great idea to let Cuthbert Binns join the challenge. It was funny seeing Black’s reaction right now. He guessed it would be a good idea to keep his mouth shut to avoid being the target of his rage.

“And now you are just blaming everyone else but yourself, Headmaster Black.” The official clicked his tongue in disdain, “How typical.” He turned to Dippet and nodded, “I think we have seen enough, Sir.”

The officials marched out of the dungeons while Phineas chased after them, trying to explain himself. Aesop let out a sigh of relief when they disappeared through the doorway. The Potions Professor was thankful that he no longer had to hear any of their complaints.

Kathrina walked beside him. “I suppose we didn’t win anything?” she asked.

He shrugged. “The only thing we won tonight is a whole evening of trouble.” He said as he stared at the direction where Black and the Ministry Officials had gone. “I hope they don’t visit us again in the future. I’d rather not deal with this type of nonsense for the rest of my life.”

“I can say the same.”

A smile curled on his lips as he looked at the Alchemy professor. “I must say, though. I’m quite impressed with how you calmed me down back there. I was rather nervous at first.”

A pink blush adorned her cheeks. “Oh, it’s nothing, Professor Sharp. It was right for me to try my best in cheering you up. I believe we need to work together as a team to solve the puzzles. It would be pointless to argue among ourselves.”

“And I think we make a good team,” he blurted out, “I would love to work with you,” He did not mean to put too much emotion in his words, but he could not take it back anymore. His face turned red as Kathrina stared at him with her eyes wide.

She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. “I am honored, Professor. I hope we will continue working with each other in the future as well.” She said as she tucked a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear and smiled at him.

He tried to ignore the loud beating of his heart and the heat rising to his cheeks. “I suppose it’s time for dinner. Let us return to the Great Hall. I’m famished.”

His colleague nodded and followed him. As they walked, the cool, spectral form of Professor Binns passed through them. The ghostly man continued to walk towards the hallway, muttering about some kind of magical artifact he found in the dungeons earlier. Despite the trouble, the History of Magic professor was unfazed. And this somehow made Aesop feel a little bit better about this entire ordeal. Everything returned to normal once more. Nothing has changed. And he felt satisfied with that.

But when the back of his hand brushed against Kathrina’s as they walked through the Great Hall, he wondered if something changed after all.

And if something truly occurred, he was not opposed to that idea.

Chapter 5: To Care for a CATastrophe

Summary:

A young kneazle has followed Aesop back to Hogwarts. Can he handle the chaos this magical beast will bring to his life?

Notes:

Hello again! Feeling quite productive today, so I managed to finish another prompt before going to bed. XD.

This is for the "Kneazle" Prompt. While I don't know how kneazles actually act, I just patterned it with cat behavior and rolled with it lol.

Anyways, enjoy! (^_^)

The crisp, chilly morning winds enveloped Aesop’s bad leg. Dawn had just begun, but no warmth from the sun yet. First traces of white, powdered snow littered among the stony paths, signalling winter. But neither human nor beast was there to witness the soft falling of snow from the sky. No one except the Potions Professor.

He took his flask from his breast pocket and opened its lid. The amber liquid in it warmed up his insides as the hot sensation slithered down his throat. The firewhiskey had a hint of hazelnut flavor, which he liked. It also soothed his cold limbs and somehow eased his stiff, aching left leg. Aesop slipped the flask back into his pocket and tightened his coat around his body. His fingers were numb in this weather. But the chilly winds would not deter him from his destination.

The piping sounds of the honking daffodils greeted his arrival by the edge of the forest. It was a welcome reprieve for the professor, who had been preparing potions since early in the morning. He had almost finished his work today. Now, the next course of action was to check if his traps caught anything in the Forbidden Forest.

Following the familiar path to his hunting grounds, he noticed how not a single beast lingered or hid behind the trees. The trails of birds and other magical beasts he had encountered prior did not have any fresh footprints on them. Did they all scatter when they heard his steps? Or perhaps they fled further into the woods to avoid confrontation? Or perhaps, it was too early in the morning that most living beings of the forest had still been fast asleep, waiting for the right time to rise?

Either way, Aesop liked the silence and the tranquillity of the environment. The perfect, blissful atmosphere where his mind could rest and be at peace. Basking in the white, comfortable noise was enough to energize him before facing the chaos that came with students and his colleagues later.

With practiced ease, he lifted each trap hidden among the leaves. Some mongrels whimpered in fear, seeing a human close their distance towards their cages. They bared their fangs and growled at him, but he paid no heed. He quickly harvested their fur and fixed the new traps for the next prey. Although he could buy the necessary ingredients from Parry Pippin's Potion Store, he found solace in the gruesome task of removing fur from mongrels. He would never confess that to his students, in fear of them thinking he was crazy. Or that he needed his head checked at St. Mungo’s. Whichever came first.

As he climbed over the hill, he felt a sharp sting in his nose. His left hand reached up to scratch at his sensitive nostrils, his brows furrowed. The sensation just beneath his skin prickled with itch. And then... Sniffle. And another sniffle. And another sniffle. Suddenly, the peaceful quietude of his surrounding shattered. Because there was another sound. An irritating nasal whine.

“What the hell?” he grunted as he searched for the source of the high-pitched sound. Rashes had already begun to swell along his neck, his arms, and his face. Tears pricked the edges of his eyes but he swiped them away. What sort of a damnable creature made that obnoxious screech?!

He limped around the area, searching every trap he laid out for whatever critter had gotten stuck inside it. His breath laboured and wheezed through the discomfort. The allergy was getting worse by the minute, making it hard to see with his tearing eyes. “Bollocks...” he cursed. He followed the continuous sound, thinking that at least, he could tell the type of beast that trapped itself within one of his iron claws. At last, his gaze landed upon an iron cage well hidden behind the thick bush where the lacewing flies lived.

A pair of vibrant amber eyes blinked at him from inside the cage. Whatever animal it was, it let out an indignant hiss and yowled. A little bit louder than usual.

After wedging his satchel between a couple of gray, medium sized rocks, Aesop crept closely to the cage. His nose twitched once, twice. And then he sneezed three consecutive times in his arm. The animal’s cries became much, much clearer and loud. When he drew himself closer, he saw a young kneazle curled in a ball inside the cage. It shivered from the cold as its big, round eyes looked up at him in fright. Aesop thought of its dirty brownish gray fur, which might’ve been shinier in the sunlight. It had a slender body and a long tail coiled around its tiny, shivering form.

The tiny beast let out another loud whine. This time, its cry seemed more of a plea instead of a warning growl. As though it begged Aesop for mercy and let it go. Its ears flattened against its head, its amber eyes blinking with unshed tears.

“How did you even get into my trap?” he muttered as he took out his wand. “Aolohomora.”

The lock on the cage clicked open. But the young kneazle just stared at him. Aesop grumbled in annoyance. He fiddled with the latch on the door and opened the cage wide. “Come on, get out.”

Its long tail flicked back and forth nervously. It appeared to be on its guard as it crawled from inside the cage and out into the wild. But then the tangy, iron scent wafted in the air. Blood gushed like a fountain from a minor cut on the kneazle's paw. It licked at its wound to soothe the pain, but failed. Aesop knew he would regret his decision the moment he offered a helping hand. “You’re injured.”

It raised its ears towards his direction and emitted a soft purring noise. Whether or not it understood his words was uncertain, but the kneazle kept licking at its injury. When it finally realized that the act was in vain, the beast stared at him again. Another soft whimper escaped past its mouth.

Aesop sighed and crouched in front of it, taking out his pocket watch. He was supposed to return to Hogwarts soon. He had about half an hour left before his class with the Slytherins. The itchy rash caused a trip to the hospital wing for ointment. Otherwise, Nurse Blainey would give him a lecture later on about the dangers of going to the Forbidden Forest with no medicine against allergic reactions. Under specific conditions, she could intimidate, although not as much as Matilda.

However, he couldn't ignore the pleading eyes.

Sighing, he fished out a Wiggenweld Potion from his pocket and held out his hand. “It’s alright, I won’t hurt you,” he tried to say as gently as possible. “Here, this will make your injury feel better.”

The young beast remained hesitant and wary at first. But slowly, it drew closer to him. Its damp, cold nose sniffed his fingers. The bushy whiskers twitched once, twice, until it decided that he was trustworthy. It raised its injured paw with a soft, pitiful mewl. And so, Aesop uncorked the bottle and poured a few drops of the potion onto its wound. The magical elixir reacted with the injury and healed the open cuts.

While he expected the kneazle to run away, its nose twitched again. It held its nose up and sniffed the air. Then, the little creature took a step toward him, stretching its body to rub its face along his arm. Aesop grimaced. He coughed and wheezed when a vast cloud of fur erupted in the air.

“Merlin’s arse, stop!” Aesop shouted at the creature, who snuggled close to his warm body. It let out a high-pitched purr and sat beside him, tail flicking in delight. “Do you know what you’ve done?”

The kneazle then stood up and sniffed around his pack. It peeked into the flap with curiosity, unaware of the effect it caused on the human being. Before Aesop could do anything, the beast opened the flap and entered the pack. Its paws left deep prints on the soil, scratching the lining of his pack with its sharp nails.

The temptation to hex the animal grew stronger as he watched the beast rummaged through his things. Fortunately, his potions were in sealed bottles and jars. Though he did not expect to see a fluffy tail poking from the flap. “Get out!”

As if sensing his hostility, the beast jumped out of his pack in alarm. But it did not easily deter. Instead of running away as before, it trotted around him with a giddy, carefree attitude. Between its furry mouth was a small, leather pouch. Aesop recognized the pouch as the place where he put the bait for his traps. Perhaps it smelled something enticing in there. Of course, he thought to himself, this damnable creature did not find his trap by chance. It came here because it was starving.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. “Are you hungry, little one?” he said while trying to reduce the hostility running in his veins.

The kneazle answered him with another low, pitiful whine. And so, he took the leather pouch from its mouth. Without waiting for permission, it lunged forward and nudged its cold nose against his hand. The pinprick itch once again sprung up and his left eye twitched. “Alright, alright. Stop that, you ingrate.” He wiped the beads of sweat forming on his temple and poured the dried meat inside the pouch into his palm. Afterward, he returned the empty leather bag to its owner. The beast ate everything in two seconds. With an obvious, hopeful look in its amber eyes, the beast licked the droplets of meat juice dripping down the corners of his lips.

Aesop sighed and placed another piece of raw meat in front of the kneazle. It devoured the food like a starved creature as he reached for his flask with shaking hands. After he took a long gulp of his firewhiskey, he rubbed at his left temple. Dawn showed its presence from the horizon, bathing the surroundings in a rich golden orange hue. Soon, it was time for him to head back to the castle. The Potions professor eyed the small creature, whose wounds were all but gone.

“I should go now. I have a class to teach,” he said and flung his satchel across his shoulders. The young kneazle yowled again, demanding his attention. It stepped closer to his boots and rubbed its body along his pant legs, leaving scratches on his calves. He was reconsidering his earlier decisions of rescuing the stupid creature from his traps.

He took out his wand and cast. “Wingardium Leviosa,” he muttered. The beast floated in the air as if an invisible rope suspended it. The kneazle kicked its limbs, struggling to escape from his spell. Aesop ignored its attempts and kept walking with it trailing behind him. He knew a hunting ground where animals could hunt. The beast would find a way out if he let it go there. Besides, the sun was rising. All kinds of dangerous creatures lurked behind the darkest parts of the forest.

They soon reached a small cave near a prairie where the pheasants and other small creatures roamed. While he was quite certain that no bigger predators came here during this season, he wasn’t taking any chances. Aesop lowered the levitation spell, letting the kneazle jump onto the grass. The beast shuddered, letting its fur fly up to his nostrils.

“ACHOOO!” Aesop sneezed three consecutive times into his elbow. “That is the last time you get that close to my face.” He hissed. “And stay out of sight! Or else some beasts might attack you.”

The kneazle’s ears flattened and its posture wilted. Aesop could swear he saw something akin to disappointment in those expressive amber eyes. But it was not his problem if the creature got itself into danger. He did his part and saved the animal.

“Look, you’re safe here as long as you don’t draw any attention to yourself,” he pointed out the smaller animals scurrying in the prairies. “All sorts of beasts gather here during dawn and dusk. There’s plenty of food for you. Don’t go back to my traps, understand? Just... find yourself a mate or something.” He ended, wondering if the creature did not understand a single thing he’d just said. Still, he wanted to make sure the kneazle did not follow him out of this forest.

The kneazle let out a low purr. Its amber eyes dilated as its nose twitched, sniffing the air around the place. Aesop sighed. So far, so good.

His bad leg ached horribly from all the standing and the walking he did all morning. He stretched himself up and turned towards the path back to Hogwarts. He had already provided food and shelter for the animal. Surely it won’t want for anything more than that. The sooner he reached the school, the quicker he could take a medicine to ease the symptoms of his allergies.

Without a second glance at the creature, Aesop limped up the stone path that led back to the Hogwarts castle.

Unbeknownst to him, the small beast ran and followed him.

***

Aesop shifted his seat as he watched the students do their assigned task. To his relief, any signs of being exposed to kneazle fur had vanished before he faced his students. Teenagers can be bothersome when they find something interesting to investigate. After all, their inquisitive minds could conjure many ridiculous ideas in that vast, strange little brain of theirs. One minute they looked like a brilliant student, and the next they sprouted nonsensical questions. Or worse, they formed outlandish theories while they huddled together in groups, sharing their inane ideas among each other.

“How are you going to slice the fluxweed stems, Ms. Dale?” he asked as he walked around the classroom to check on his students’ progress. Most of them preferred using scissors, which he deemed improper. If they weren’t careful, they could snap the plant stem instead of cutting them clean. They had no patience in using a silver knife, despite the more efficient tool cutting the plant with absolute precision.

The Ravenclaw student’s hands shook the moment he came near her table. Her eyes darted around the room, never once looking at the ingredients on the table. Her cheeks flushed red as she stammered. “Uhh— uhh.. Professor Sharp, sir?”

He rolled his eyes. “Focus, Miss Dale. This is the Advanced Potions Class for N.E.W.T students. You should pay more attention in your class.”

“Yes, Professor Sharp.” She nodded, though her nervousness did not subside. Her classmates giggled, finding the scene quite hilarious.

“Silence and mind your own business. Focus on your task, everyone,” Aesop announced and walked toward his desk at the front of the classroom. He needed a drink.

While his students continued with the project, he reached for the drawer and pulled out his flask. Drinking while instructing was not his usual style. But when his students’ behavior test the limits of his patience, he would risk it. The liquid inside it calmed his nerves. He even felt the heat and tension eased from his tired body. Merlin knew how many days he didn’t sleep properly because of excessive grading, lesson preparations, and paperwork. Not to mention the night terrors that plagued him.

Prior to seeing it, the rash raced over his skin, crimson and itching. The annoying tingling sensation in his throat and his nose alerted him. The sensation of his entire head being clogged overwhelmed him. His nostrils threatened another explosive sneeze. The familiar, uncomfortable itch burned through his skin. And there was no potion inside his pocket flask that could ward off his allergic reactions. “Damn you to the deepest level of hell,” he whispered to no one in particular.

His students perked up and stared at him nervously. Whenever their Professor spoke in such a manner, a string of curses always followed. Once again, their eyes followed his movement and scanned the whole room in curiosity. No one spoke until they identified the cause of his unease.

Soon enough, a tiny, furry critter crawled across the floor. Everyone gasped when they spotted the gray beast among the feet of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students. The kneazle blinked its big round amber eyes at them.

Aesop cursed under his breath as he watched the teenagers flock around the creature in an instant. The urge to snatch the animal from their curious touches overwhelmed him. Yet he forced his feet to remain rooted on the spot. His left leg throbbed from the sudden onslaught of pain.

Poppy Sweeting picked up the beast. “Awww, how did you get here, little one?” The Hufflepuff girl cooed. Her fingers threaded through the kneazle’s fur as she cradled it in her arms. The animal emitted a soft purr from the pleasant sensations.

Another explosive sneeze once again threatened to overtake him. He fished out his handkerchief and blew his nose loudly, hoping to keep his irritation at bay. His eyes were already swelling from the unbearable itch. To make matters worse, his nose congested even further. But he could not show weakness in front of his students. Merlin knows how these students would treat him later when they found out about his allergies. Especially the Slytherins, who would surely exploit his weak point in an instant.

“Ms. Sweeting, bring that beast to Professor Howin’s office right now.” Aesop finally ordered after he finished wiping the last drip of snot from his nose. He cringed at the nasally, croaked sound of his voice. It was as though a dragon flew through his throat and damaged his vocal chords. “Let her deal with that miscreant.”

The class fell into complete silence as the students watched the Hufflepuff girl approached him with the young kneazle still in her embrace. When she stood in front of his desk, the little critter wiggled free from the girl’s grasp and jumped on top of his stationery. Its long, bushy tail swished and hit the inkwell, making the contents splattered on the paper and the wooden surface of the desk. Aesop growled in annoyance. He threw his handkerchief to the beast, covering its face as he swept his ruined notes aside.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Professor Sharp. I’m sure it’s an accident, Sir. Let me just—” Poppy mumbled. The beast clawed and squirmed beneath the handkerchief. But she managed to hold onto it and plucked the little creature off his table. But the kneazle struggled from her grip. “Hey! Bad kneazle!”

Aesop rose from his seat with a dark frown marring his face. His body trembled in anger at the mess left behind after the animal jumped down from his desk. “Let me handle it,” he said.

The Hufflepuff girl’s eyes widened in fear as she clutched the animal tight in her arms. “But Professor Sharp!” She squeaked in surprise. The young kneazle trashed in her grip, desperate to be released. Its tail whipped across her face, hitting her forehead.

“Class dismissed. Let me handle the creature and bring it to Professor Howin,” he said again, “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

“Ye— Yes, Professor Sharp.” She nodded before finally placing the struggling kneazle on his hands. It weighed nothing in his grasp.

As the students filed away, Aesop held the beast up to his eye level. “Why in Merlin’s name are you here? Didn’t I tell you to stay in the cave and look for a mate or something? How the hell did you get in here?” He snarled, ignoring the heavy nasal tone in his voice. But the damned thing simply stared at him.

The kneazle purred and slowly blinked its eyes. Its tongue stuck out and licked his right cheek affectionately. Aesop claimed his face could ignite, glad for no mirror. Merlin only knew how bad it was for his reputation.

Silently, he burst out of the classroom, dragging the beast behind. He headed straight to the area where the Beasts class were being held. Bai was the only person he knew that would know what to do with the young, mischievous kneazle. Hopefully, his colleague can handle it and put it in a cage. Preferably a larger one with a strong lock as well as a powerful protection charm. Then maybe it wouldn’t come to his classroom ever again.

As he went outside, the cool winds blew against his face. Soon enough, the fur drifted and swayed around his sensitive nose. “Ugh...” Aesop groaned in pain, trying to endure the itch. The young kneazle stared at him as it cocked its head to one side. It stuck its tongue out and licked the tip of his nose. He almost dropped the animal if he wasn’t holding it securely with both of his hands.

“No, no!” Aesop coughed and wheezed. Tears welled up in his eyes from the itch in his nose and his throat. He shook his head and strode forward. The hut where the Beast Classes were taught was looming close in the distance. From afar, he could hear the excited noises coming from various creatures, as well as his fellow professor. He hastened his pace and braced for the onslaught of cold air once again. He only prayed that he could keep his composure and sanity intact in front of his colleague.

“Professor Howin, I need your assistance!” Aesop called out as he reached the hut.

The Beasts Professor poked her head out from her tiny enclave beside the barn. “Aesop, is that you?” she said with her eyebrows raised. When her eyes landed on the little furry critter in Aesop’s arms, a big smile broke into her face. “It seems that you have finally found a pet of your own, hmmm?”

Aesop scowled at Bai, feeling utterly insulted. “Absolutely not. I have absolutely no desire to acquire a pet for myself. This beast is yours, and you ought to take responsibility for it, Bai.”

His friend simply chuckled and entered the barn. She pointed to the open air classroom where she taught classes. “Come, place your new friend on the table.”

He frowned, but followed her nonetheless. Aesop placed the kneazle on a sturdy table where his colleague usually inspected and cleaned up the other animals. The young creature still had a rather carefree demeanor as it tried to prowl back and forth on the table, seemingly eager to explore the unknown environment. It sniffed the wooden surface, the chairs, and the plants kept in a small vase. Its tail flicked like a whip at each direction.

Professor Howin worked like a true expert on magical beasts. She carefully assessed the kneazle and checked for any sign of injuries on the magical beast’s body. Then she measured the length of its body and tail, taking out a quill and parchment to record her observation. “Hmmm, it looks healthy.” She examined the kneazle’s left front paw. “Doesn’t seem to have any broken bones or anything.” She lifted its ears and opened its mouth to check for infections. But she found none. When she finished, she patted the critter’s head and gave it a treat.

“Then why is that blasted thing keep on following me?”

His colleague’s eyebrow perked up. “Wait, is that the reason you barreled into my workroom in such a hurry?” She stifled a giggle with her hand. “And here I thought you brought an injured creature and required my assistance in taking care of it.”

“This is not a laughing matter, Bai. It’s annoying and it keeps irritating me,” Aesop countered.

“Well, why don’t you tell me exactly what happened?” Bai said while placing the young kneazle in the pen along with other kneazles, “Let’s talk in my office over a cup of tea.”

Aesop followed his friend to a small, cluttered space near the entrance of the hut. From the window, they had a view of the spacious fields where other magical beasts roamed freely. Professor Howin brewed them both a cup of steaming hot tea, which soothed his irritated throat and his nose. He sniffed the tea and recognized the scent of lavender and ginger. A remedy for allergy sufferers. His eyes met his collleague’s smiling ones. He snorted and proceeded to drink the hot beverage. The soothing taste comforted him immediately.

“Let’s start from the beginning. How did you manage to bond yourself with a kneazle?” His colleague smirked. “Tell me everything, Aesop, dear.”

“I’d hardly call this a bonding,” Aesop muttered. “I was hunting for potion ingredients in the Forbidden Forest early in the morning. Then I discovered the kneazle got caught into one of my traps. I took pity on it, tended to its injuries, and fed it.” He explained as he scratched his right eyebrow. “After that, I placed him on a cave where the smaller animals usually hang around. It’s perfectly safe.”

“I see... and how did you end up bringing him here instead of keeping him in the Forbidden Forest?”

Aesop blinked. “Him?”

“Yes. That is a young, male kneazle,” Bai replied. “Now, what made you change your mind and brought him to Hogwarts?”

“I told him to stay in the cave.” The Potions Master’s brows furrowed. “But it followed me here.”

The Beasts professor nodded slowly. Her eyes stared at him, then at the little gray kneazle. The young animal curled itself in the pen and slept soundly. “Well, my best guess would be that he is still an infant. They grow faster than others, but he is still too young to breed. And by infant, I mean that he has probably lost his mother just recently.”

Aesop was stunned. He spotted a kneazle with a minor cut on its paw, feeling famished. He assumed that it had been separated from the others. Never the thought of the beast having lost its mother crossed his mind. After all, kneazle cubs were tough and resilient, able to survive without their mothers during the early stages of life. It was natural for the mother to leave their young if it meant finding a new mate to protect them. At least, that’s what he remembered from the books he read on the topic. Kneazles weren’t his specialty.

He took another sip from his tea as he ruminated the new information. “Are you saying that the kneazle now thinks that I’m his mother? Or something of equal significance?” He questioned. “Bai, that is preposterous!”

She smiled as she shook her head. “No, not really. Many studies explore the bond between magical beings and wizards, Aesop. When the beasts are young, they search for warmth, care, and love in other beings. And since you’ve been taking care of this one, he must’ve decided to follow you wherever you go.”

“I can’t do that! My allergic reactions to kneazle fur makes it almost impossible for me to interact with the beast. What if it comes closer? I’ll suffocate to death!”

His colleague offered a kind smile to him. “Do not worry. There have been temporary remedies being made to counter this. Just like the tea I have given you. You don't have to care for the kneazle like his mother did. Give him food and water once in a while and occasionally offer him affection.”

He shuddered. Offer him affection? What in the world was Bai thinking? There was no way he could ever touch the animal and enjoy it. Even for a minute! “How would I even do that?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

Professor Howin giggled. “Oh Aesop, you are known to be cunning and fierce among our students. Yet, I never thought that the fearsome Potions Professor would have problems offering a simple stroke to an innocent creature. It will be easy! Trust me.”

He drank the rest of his tea in one gulp. “I... I cannot even manage to take care of myself. How can I possibly take care of this beast as well?” Aesop pointed at the sleeping gray kneazle. His shoulders sagged as he put down the empty teacup. “Can’t we just give him to someone else?”

Bai shook her head. “Unfortunately, when a young kneazle bonds with another being, it is nearly impossible to separate them. Besides, this young kneazle has grown to trust you and perhaps loves you already. Giving him to someone else might result in heartbreak for him,” she explained, “Now, you have three choices, Aesop: learn how to take care of the beast, sell him to a store that trades beasts, or release him back to the forest where you first found him.”

He sighed and lowered his gaze at the sleeping kneazle. If there was one thing that he understood, it was loyalty. When he was at his lowest, he had truly understood the value of it. Perhaps the little creature only yearned for kindness and companionship. Perhaps... he too could understand it as well. The lonely nights he had spent while he was confined in St. Mungo’s was a life-changing experience for him. Should he honestly admit it, the little animal's situation closely resembled his own.

“Fine, fine. I will take care of him,” Aesop finally relented, “At least until he finds his perfect owner. There must be wizards and witches out there who would appreciate him more than I ever would.”

Bai simply shook her head and smiled. “Oh, if you only knew...”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said and rose from her seat, “Now let me teach you how to take care of this kneazle. You’ll have to feed him at least twice a day. Since he is still very young, he needs more milk. After three weeks, I suggest you begin to feed him raw meat as well. Ellie’s store in Hogsmeade has all the supplies you need. I am also giving you a book about taking care of kneazles and tips about training them.”

Aesop frowned and crossed his arms. “Training, huh?”

“What? You want your little critter to nibble on Black’s prized trousers, hmmm?” His colleague teased. “Although it will be fun watching the Headmaster scream, I don’t think it’s a good idea to give the man another reason to kick you out of Hogwarts.”

“Har, har. Very funny,” Aesop rolled his eyes.

***

Aesop carried a large wicker basket back to his office. The kneazle contentedly curled inside the basket and slept soundly. His soft purrs vibrated throughout the wicker container. And he had to admit, it did help ease his anxiety, for reasons he couldn’t yet comprehend. Despite not doing anything, the small creature's presence relieved him. While he was still skeptical of the whole arrangement, he supposed it wasn’t too terrible to accept the little beast as a temporary companion until it grew up. Besides, it would only be for a few months, so he could manage. He hoped so, anyway.

On the way back to the castle, he made a detour to the kitchen to gather a few provisions for the young kneazle. He could have simply ordered the house-elves to do it for him, but he wanted to make sure he had the finest meals prepared for his unexpected guest. Aesop picked a selection of meat, milk, eggs, and grains for his animal to consume.

The hallways were barely populated in this time of the day, save for the portraits and ghosts that greeted him. At least it was quiet and peaceful, much to his delight. His aching leg welcomed the brief respite from walking up and down the stairs all morning.

Upon opening the door, Aesop found stacks of paperwork on his desk. Ink stains, scratches, and wear and tear assaulted his eyes. Merlin, it had only been a few hours and he’d almost forgotten that he’d left his work unfinished. Not to mention, he also had to grade the papers and prepare his lesson for next week. Aesop cursed under his breath at the mess in his study.

He cleared a table nearby and placed the wicker basket there. As he continued with his work, the kneazle was still asleep, soundly snoring as it enjoyed its new living arrangements. Seeing the beast finally resting well, Aesop breathed out a sigh of relief. He could now work in peace.

With a flick of his wand, he first cleaned up the mess on his desk. Then, with another wave of his wand, he cast a nonverbal spell that organized the messy piles of paperworks. Lastly, he rearranged his office according to his preference. Satisfied that his workstation was much neater, he could finally do his job with ease. Aesop began reading the students’ essay assignments and graded them. Sometimes, he glanced at the kneazle to ensure its well-being. The tea that he had consumed earlier worked perfectly as a cure against his allergic reactions, making it easier for him to work with the animal by his side. As he immersed himself with his current task, he failed to notice the long tail that flicked out from the wicker basket and swished in the air.

Adrenaline coursed through him as he finished one task after the other. He was about to finish his paperwork when a small, tinkling sound interrupted him. The Potions Master immediately searched for the wicker basket’s inhabitant. Blood froze in his veins when he saw the empty cushion inside the basket.

“Meow,” the voice came from the top shelves where some of the glass jars were placed. A small, fluffy kneazle stared at him with its big amber eyes. Its bushy tail swished back and forth. The beast raised its nose up as it sniffed around the office. Then, the kneazle kept his focus on the floating innards preserved in a jar of yellow fluid. “Meeeoow!” it yowled as it stretched its limbs and paws toward the shelf. It gave the glass surface light taps of its paws, which resulted in a soft drumming. The jar slid closer and closer to the edge as the kneazle continued tapping it.

“Don’t you dare...” Aesop warned the creature.

The young kneazle stopped and stared at him. He wondered whether the animal understood his words, because the creature tilted its head to the side and blinked. Then, the creature made a strange, low, rumbling noise in its throat. It reminded him of a growl, but not quite. Then, without breaking eye contact, the kneazle touched the jar. The glass container moved another inch, threatening to topple over completely.

“You don’t know how valuable that is. If you break it, I swear...” He paused, glaring at the furry creature on the shelf. “If you so much as touch it again with those filthy paws of yours, I will throw you to the Giant Squid. Do you understand?!” he finished.

The young critter stopped and stared at him. It slowly lowered its paw, but the long, bushy tail continued to flail around wildly.

Aesop sighed. “Oh good, at least you understand my—”

TAP!

Time slowed down to a crawl as the kneazle used its front paw to give the final push. With a reflex of a seasoned Auror, Aesop drew his wand an aimed at the jar. “Levioso!” The glass container hovered above the surface of the shelf. Then, with a graceful move of his fingers, the potion jar descended smoothly. It landed softly on the wooden surface.

He cursed under his breath as he lowered himself to check the contents inside. Nothing seemed to be out of order and the precious item was safe and untouched. The young kneazle still had that blank stare in its eyes and seemed unaware that it had almost destroyed his priceless potion ingredient.

The former Auror rose and approached the magical beast. Temper flared inside him, but he then remembered Professor Howin’s advice. The creature was young. It needed his attention and affection. If he didn’t want the beast to continue this act of mischief, he needed to offer it a positive outlet to expel its energy. He certainly would not tolerate this sort of behavior.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. “Come down, little one. I’m not angry at you,” he tried to speak with a softer, gentler tone. It was an uncharacteristic behavior from him, but he supposed he could give it a try. After all, it wasn’t like there was anyone around to witness it.

After a brief study, the kneazle hopped from the top shelf onto his arms. The creature landed on its feet gracefully. It then settled comfortably in his arms with a pleased purr. Its warm body pressed against his chest as the animal looked at him. A pair of dilated, amber eyes blinked at him slowly as its tail coiled around his arm. Emotions flooded Aesop, as if the world turned upside down. It was a foreign feeling, but it made him feel calm.

He cradled the furry beast and placed it on top of the table. “If you want food, you can simply call out to me instead of knocking my jars down,” he said as he gently stroked the animal’s furry head. The kneazle closed its eyes and leaned into his touch, rubbing its head against his palm, “I need to finish my work before the dinner hour. Be good and stay here quietly, alright?” Aesop withdrew his hand from the warm, furry creature. The kneazle curled itself on the desk and rested its head on its paws. Aesop turned his attention back to his work.

Several minutes passed, and the room fell silent. The only sound that filled the air was the rustling of parchments as Aesop continued reading his students’ essays and grading them. Every now and then, the kneazle would scratch its head, or stretch, or yawn. But at least, it was content on just lying there and observing him doing his work.

Beside him were his faithful teapot and teacup. The black oolong tea kept him energized when firewhisky simply won’t cut it. He took another sip while he reread an essay. He rubbed his temple to ease the building tension there. The girl’s writing was dreadful to the eye. To make matters worse, the sentences barely connected with the previous one. He poured a cup, read some essay, then take a sip of tea when his throat got parched: that was the pattern he fell into while he worked on the essays. It wasn’t ideal, but at least it kept him awake despite his exhaustion. The dull ache in his left leg faded as his blood ran hotter, heating his limbs and his skin.

But when he sipped on his tenth cup, his tongue felt something funny. He looked down and saw a faint piece of fur floating on top of his tea. Immediately, his eyes darted towards the young kneazle, who looked at him with curiosity in its amber eyes. “You,” he said. The young creature stared at him curiously and let out a soft “Meow” in response.

He observed the kneazle’s long tail and noticed the damp, soggy fur on it. His gaze followed the wet trail until it reached the rim of the cup. “Did you dip your tail into my cup, little one?” Aesop asked calmly. But of course, he didn’t expect the young creature to answer. The kneazle purred and rolled on the desk, showing off its belly to him.

With a sigh, he pushed himself up and prepared the milk that was suitable for kneazles. After brewing the ingredients, he placed the formula on the floor. The young beast jumped from his table and landed on the ground. The creature eagerly lapped at the bowl and finished the drink in seconds. It then returned to his desk, hopped on, and snuggled in the cushion.

“Just take a nap. I’m almost done,” he sighed. Though the kneazle’s antics frayed his nerves, he could not seem to deny the soft spot in his heart whenever he gazed into those big, amber eyes. Perhaps there was something special about this little creature, after all. He picked up his quill and once again focused on his task.

Time ticked by and his eyes grew heavier and heavier. Words and ink melded together as he blinked repeatedly. He shook his head and stretched his arms. It was almost dinnertime and the pain in his leg worsened after he had sat in one position for hours. Aesop gathered his belongings and looked where the kneazle was supposed to be napping.

But the magical beast was gone.

He sprang up from his seat and searched for the missing animal. When glanced at the ground, he saw traces of paw prints leading out of the classroom. “Oh no, you don’t,” he muttered before striding across the room, leaving the papers on the table. The Potions Master took long, urgent steps in pursuit of the naughty beast.

The Central Hall was bustling with students when he emerged from the Dungeon area. And the young kneazle was nowhere to be seen. Aesop walked faster, his gait firm and quick. All sorts of unpleasant scenarios played out in his mind. He shook his head to dispel the unwanted thoughts. The beast would not make it far. The castle grounds were massive. He quickly scanned the area, hoping to see a small, grayish ball of fur in the crowd.

As he trod through the open courtyard, he spied Leander Prewett and his friends surrounding something. He rushed toward them and shoved through the crowds of people, ignoring their annoyed looks and comments. The moment he got closer to them, he found out why they were in such a frenzy.

“Catch it!” the Gryffindor laughed.

The young kneazle’s long, slender tail swished and flicked around like a whip as it struggled to get away from the boy’s reach. “Here, kitty, kitty,” Leander reached for the animal.

Aesop’s blood boiled when he saw the students make a sport out of terrorizing the poor animal. He strode forward and snatched the young kneazle with his hands, startling the teenagers. “Mr. Prewett, ten points from Gryffindor.” he said while glaring at the student.

“Come on, Professor Sharp. It’s not like I killed the bloody kneazle,” the Gryffindor rolled his eyes. He straightened his robes as he scowled at Aesop, “Besides, this is just an animal. We can do whatever we want with it!”

Aesop gritted his teeth and counted to ten in his head. His hands tightened their grip on the small animal, ensuring that the creature was secure in his embrace. The took out his silken green necktie and wrapped it around the young critter’s neck like a collar. “This bloody kneazle you’re talking about is my pet. And further action against my little Storm Cloud will put you in the worst detention you will ever experience. Now, get out of my sight.” he hissed. “And another 10 points from Gryffindor for insolence, Mr. Prewett.”

Gasps and whisperings erupted around the courtyard. Leander stood there, stunned and furious. “You can’t do that!” The sixth-year student’s face twisted in rage, “That’s unfair!”

Aesop turned around, eager to leave the place. His bad leg ached painfully under all the stress. Yet despite the anger seething in him, the soft purr from the creature he cradled in his arms helped keep him calm. He turned to face the student one last time and offered a dark smile. “Be careful what you say, Mr. Prewett. Ten more points from Gryffindor, gone like that.”

***

“I wonder where Professor Sharp went. He’s late for the staff meeting!” Kathrina strode across the grassy courtyard along with Mirabel.

The Herbology Professor nodded. “And he is always punctual. Did something happen?” She fiddled with her long braids, “I hope he didn’t have any accident.”

Her colleague shrugged. “Let’s check him in his classroom. Maybe he got engrossed with his work and forgot,” She said with a chuckle. She picked up her pace, dragging Professor Garlick along with her. Her dress swayed in the breeze and her heels clicked on the stone pavement.

When they arrived at his classroom, the two professors saw Aesop sitting on his desk. Serenity filled his weathered features and his deep brown eyes glimmered warmly as he caressed the young kneazle’s fur. The small creature curled comfortably on his lap, purring blissfully. Its soft snore soothed the entire room.

“Uh... Professor Sharp?” Kathrina cleared her throat, “We have a staff meeting with the Professor Weasely right now.” Her honey-gold eyes widened as she pointed at the large grandfather clock on the wall. “You’re already fifteen minutes late.”

Aesop looked up. “I’m sorry. I am afraid that I’m indisposed at the moment,” he said with an apologetic look in his eyes.

The Alchemy Professor gasped. “Oh, did something happen? Is your injury acting up again? Shall I call for Nurse Blainey to check on you?” She fretted as she inspected him. Her brows creased as she eyed him warily.

He shook his head and gestured to the young kneazle on his lap. “Storm Cloud is sleeping soundly on my lap. I can’t move without disturbing its sleep.”

Kathrina snorted and suppressed her laughter.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “No, Professor. It’s just... I’m sure your pet will understand if you disturb him even just for a minute. Right?” Kathrina patted her friend’s shoulder. But the other woman merely watched their exchange with a confused expression. “See? Mirabel agrees with me.”

“No. I cannot bear disturb his sleep, you see. Besides, Storm Cloud looks so peaceful. It’s a shame to wake him up.” Aesop cooed, looking fondly at the sleeping creature in his lap.

Kathrina giggled. “Oh you’re so adorable,” she whispered, “Well... We shall explain your situation to Professor Weasely. I’m sure she will understand.” She grabbed Mirabel’s arm. “Come, Mirabel. Let’s not bother them anymore. Professor Sharp and his little Storm Cloud need their private time.”

“Wait, what?”

“Let’s just take some notes for him later.” Kathrina waved. “And have fun!” She exclaimed before leaving the Potions professor alone with his pet.

Aesop snorted. His colleagues could be quite eccentric, but at least, they could be supportive at times. He refocused his attention to the furball curled up on his lap. His fingers threaded through the silky, dark gray fur. As the kneazle purred, a sense of calm bubbled inside him. Maybe meeting the creature was the best thing that had happened to him.

He relaxed on his seat and closed his eyes. Everything seemed to be alright. There will always be a tomorrow to compensate for today's slack. But for now, Aesop was content in just remaining where he was, spending time with his new companion.

Chapter 6: Breakfast Brawl

Summary:

It's a beautiful morning in Hogwarts. But when an argument between Leander and Sebastian becomes heated, Aesop finds himself in the crossfire of an all-out food war.

Notes:

Hellow! I know I skipped some of the prompts but this fic is begging to be written like right now lol. I swear I'll write for the other prompts too.

This is for the "Breakfast " prompt. This is actually inspired by the "Food Fight" scene in RWBY. But since wizards don't do much acrobatics, I soon realized that it can be quite hard to write something like that.

Anyway, enjoy! (^_^)

Early mornings in the Great Hall were the most energetic.

Students trickled in to the cavernous halls, laughing, chatting, or joking with each other. Some, of course, yawned. The far off look in their eyes told the tale of all-night studying session. But everyone, even the professors, settled into their own tables in high spirits. Whatever the house-elves had prepared for them for breakfast would surely make their day brighter.

Aesop ate his meal in silence. The platter of fluffy scrambled eggs, five strips of crispy bacon, a slice of brown toast, baked beans in tomato sauce, sausage links, hash brown potatoes, strong English Breakfast Tea, and a glass of pumpkin juice filled his table as he read the Daily Prophet. The white noise created by the chatter had become quite therapeutic for him over the years. It was better than the sound of exploding cauldrons.

His colleagues soon also arrived at the Head Table. After exchanging brief morning greetings, they also ate their favorite breakfasts while chatting. The scenario appeared dull and uneventful. But to a Hogwarts professor like him, this was the best time of his life.

Yet soon enough, peace was shattered by a series of heated arguments.

“Shut it, Sallow,” Leander Prewett spat, “We all know how you cheated in the last round at Crossed Wands. Do you think I won’t see that you sipped a Maxima Potion before the fight?”

The Slythrin boy rolled his eyes. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake, using potions is not banned in dueling. You’re just looking for an excuse to compensate for your sorry dueling skills.”

“Why don’t you say that after I beat your bloody ass to a pulp right now?”

“I dare you, Prewett. Just don’t go crying to Professor Hecat when I pop your over inflated ego to bits.”

Aesop noticed the students at the four tables were fixated on the arguing ones. The supposed cheery atmosphere in the air dissipated at once. Underlying tension moved across the Great Hall like waves threatening a tsunami. He sighed and placed the folded paper beside his half eaten breakfast. Matilda had not yet arrived for breakfast with Phineas. Perhaps that was why the students were quite brazen in attempting to cause trouble.

But he would not let his beautiful morning get spoiled so easily.

“Mr. Prewett, Mr. Sallow, return to your tables before I decide to dock points from your houses,” the Potions Professor called out, “If you have any issues regarding dueling, then you are welcome to resolve it in Crossed Wands. Not in the Great Hall.”

Sebastian smirked. “See? Even Professor Sharp knows better than to create drama in the Great Hall.”

Aesop raised an eyebrow. Whether it was an insult or a praise, he did not know.

The Gryffindor’s expression remained unchanged. But after a moment, his shoulders relaxed. “Fine. We’ll do it in the old-fashioned way.”

Relief passed through the Potions Professor as he watched Leander return to the Gryffindor table while Sebastian went to the Slytherin table. He knew that the two students were almost at odds with each other. He was grateful that only Sallow signed up for Advanced Potions. The migraine he had to deal with at the constant bickering would not be good for his health.

As he returned, he saw Kathrina staring at him while munching on her bowl of Greek yoghurt and oats. “Anything wrong, Professor Holmes?” he asked.

“It’s just... how did you calm them down while doing so little?” the Alchemy Professor said. Her golden eyes sparkled in admiration. “I was certain they would draw their wands and hex each other.”

A smirk curled up to his lips. “You see, it is all about knowing the attitude of each student. Both Prewett and Sallow were prideful boys. They hated losing, and will continue to fight until they win. And the only way to resolve this is to suggest they redirect their energies somewhere else.”

“I see... that’s very insightful of you, Professor Sharp.”

Pride blossomed in his heart upon hearing those words. “Ah, it’s part of the Auror training,” he said while adding a shrug. “Many people think that Aurors are only trained in detective and combat skills. The most effective individuals gauge and leverage the emotional atmosphere. Once you redirect the anger of your target, you have already won half the battle.”

Kathrina stared at him in awe. “Wow, I didn’t know Aurors can do that.”

Aesop could not help but straighten his posture and fix his suit. “Oh believe me, Professor Holmes, Aurors possess a lot of skills,” he said with a smirk.

But then, another shout echoed throughout the hall.

“HEY, WHO THREW THAT APPLE PIE?!”

He looked up and saw Sebastian standing in his seat. Golden apple syrup dripped down from his disheveled brown hair and freckled, furious face.

Across the hall, Leander shrugged and smiled. “Well, I’m sorry your dodging skills are crap, Mr. Best-duelist-of-all-time. I’m just trying to help Cressida on casting nonverbal Depulso.” he said and pointed at the Gryffindor girl beside him.

“Hey, you told me to aim in his direction!”

Upon hearing those words, Sebastian’s eyes flickered with blazing fire. He whipped out his wand and launched a piece of thick pita bread towards Prewett. The spinning bread hit the Gryffindor square in the forehead.

Leander stepped back, nursing his bluish bump on the head. “Ah, you bastard, take this!” he roared and aimed at Sallow. In a matter of seconds, a giant grapefruit flew across the hall. But Sebastian was quicker. He muttered a counter spell and redirected the missile. Unfortunately, the fruit smashed on Amit’s head, showering him with gooey, purple juice.

Rheias sprang up from his seat. “Oh, no you don’t, Prewett. You’ll pay for that!” she screamed and launched several chicken drumsticks on him. The drumsticks grew wings mid-air and dived on top of Leander like arrows. Meanwhile, Amit was flailing around as some of his friends were wiping away the sticky fruit juice dripping down his face.

“You are all acting like immature—hey!” Poppy shouted when a bowl of mashed potatoes landed on her pet puffskein. The poor creature squeaked in surprise when a large amount of sour cream and chives fell into its tiny mouth. Several pieces of chewed broccoli followed after. After removing the bowl from the magical beast, she stood up from her bench and took out her wand. “Whoever launched that bowl at my puffskein, I swear I will end you!”

Then the food began to fly in every direction.

Aesop groaned and tried to duck at the incoming food. An egg hit him square in the chest. He stumbled a little from the impact, but he then regained his balance. Taking out his wand, he looked at his colleagues. “How do we stop them?” he asked.

To his surprise, Dinah and Abraham had boxes of popcorns in their hands. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor chuckled. “That is good offensive form, Master Sallow! I’m glad that you are listening to my lessons,” she yelled amidst the chaos.

“I disagree, Dinah. Ms. Onai is the better Charms caster here. Look how she efficiently sent that cheese plate straight to the nose of Ms. Blume!” Abraham added, “Ms. Moonwater is also doing well. But she has always been an exceptional student. I don’t even know where she learned those advanced charms in the first place!”

The Potions Professor’s jaw dropped. Were his colleagues enjoying the chaos happening before their eyes? While there was a chance to observe students in action, the Great Hall was going to be a total mess. It would be his duty as a Professor to ensure that everything remained in order.

“We should stop the students from wasting food! Natsai, stop fooling around with that oyster sauce! It is too precious to be used as a weapon!” Mudiwa reprimanded her daughter.

But her words fell on deaf ears as the Gryffindor girl cast, “Descendo!” on the salt shaker. A cloud of white dust appeared above her rival’s head. Soon enough, a dozen plates of honey glazed roast pig slammed into the unfortunate Charlotte. The Hufflepuff shrieked and hurtled a slab of salad greens on her. It effectively ruined Natty’s perfect hairstyle. Aiming to teach her a lesson, the latter smeared gravy over her face and hair. And the latter immediately retaliated with a cup of corn soup.

Ominis ducked from his place on the Slytherin table and enchanted the pitchers of pumpkin juice. Pitchers erupted, spraying orange streams at anyone daring to throw at the quiet, observant young man. Students started yelling and running away when the sticky beverage spilled all over them.

Aesop could only gawk at the surrounding chaos. “We should really stop them,” he once again said to his colleagues.

“Professor Sharp, I think this is the best way to see if our students have actually learned something!” Mirabel said as she hid behind a giant venomous tentacula, “Quick, take cover from these mashed potatoes!”

Mirabel shoved a big piece of shrubbery in front of him, successfully hiding the Potions Professor from view. Aesop made a disgusted expression when a glob of the sticky food fell on his face. But he then wiped it off using a handkerchief and whispered, “I’m not getting paid enough for this.”

The Alchemy Professor giggled. “Just enjoy the show. It’s not like they’re wrecking the hall,” she said. She then popped her head out of her makeshift fort and tossed several vegetables towards a group of students. “Eat up!”

“Please don’t encourage this behavior, Professor Holmes.”

But the brawl continued. Someone had made a puddle of pink ice cream and bananas to trap unsuspecting students. Another had erected a fortress using cooked pasta. But they were soon brought down by a huge wall of creamy brown mud. In another corner, Amit and Everett were hurling packets of frozen fish fillets as missiles while hiding under the table. Yet their strategy got foiled when Imelda transfigured the table into a bunch of stale croissants. The Ravenclaw students then joined forces with their fellow housemates in the great food fight. They pelted their opponents with butter biscuits, carrot sticks, and various jam pastries.

Sebastian climbed up on the table and summoned long baguette sticks to use as spears. “This is the battle for our pride!” he proclaimed, “No Gryffindor will ever tarnish the name of Slytherin! Men, let’s bring them down!”

“What in Merlin’s name are you talking about, Sebastian?” Ominis asked with an eyebrow raised, “You know what? I don’t even care anymore. Let’s just finish this.” Then he waved his wand and multiple watermelons materialized at his sides. He quickly levitated the fruits and started lobbing it towards the students wearing red and gold ties.

The Gryffindors were soon overwhelmed by the volley of flying watermelons. Aesop had never seen such a strange scene in his entire teaching career. But he had to admit that this was much better than seeing the students casting hexes at each other.

Pink juices overwhelmed the Gryffindor group as they tried to topple their own table and make it their barricade. But it was not enough as more and more green projectiles rained on them. Their table became a muddy, mushy, fruity battlefield. They cast an Engorgement Charm on the jelly cubes and flung it against their foes. Ominis countered with another charm that enlarged the pizza slices in their hands. The combination of both spells created an explosion that splattered the nearby tables with red sauce and melted cheese. The two Slytherins gave each other a high five, while the remaining three took refuge on the other side of the Great Hall.

Garreth then jumped from the Gryffindor barricade. With several potions in his hands, he threw the vials towards the enemy lines. The bottles exploded in the air and rained upon the shocked Slytherins. Blue, yellow, and purple bubbles coated them at once, creating a series of popping sounds.

“Popping juice, oh yeah!” the Weasely boy screamed, “Don’t worry, boys, I have more!”

Before he could fire again, a potato smoke bomb hit him in the face. Everett grinned and gave Amit a high five. “Bet Weasely didn’t see that one coming!” he laughed, but a barrage of mini loaves silenced him at once. The duo yelped as they fled from their location, with a few rounds of bread nipping at their heels.

Aesop watched from the safety of his tentacula fort. The scent of food hung thick in the air. He detected the pleasant scent of the pastry mixed with the pepperoni's spiciness. There were many things wrong with the situation. His students were all acting like uncivilized brats. Yet he found himself joining his colleagues in laughing at the mayhem unfolding before his eyes.

For now, he was satisfied watching them.

A rotund cheese wheel suddenly rolled to Aesop’s side. Before he could react, the offending item burst and drenched him with orange cheddar dressing. “Alright. That does it...” he muttered as he crawled out of his hiding place. His leg protested, but he did not care. He had a reputation as one of the most skilled Aurors in British History to uphold. “Now let’s see who has the balls to try attacking me.”

But then a pie sailed towards him. It was covered with crushed blueberries and thick dollops of vanilla ice cream. With anger bubbling up in him, he flexed his wand and launched several gold plates. They clanged like wind chimes as they sailed through the air. Once they hit their targets, they ricocheted into different directions and bounced around the room. He smirked. No one messes with Professor Sharp without facing any consequences.

His leg trembled slightly because of all the movements. He grimaced at the feeling, but he refused to sit out the whole battle. Wiping off the mess on his suit, he launched a string of food jars to his left side. Upon landing, each jar spilled out of its contents. It effectively distracted his students, giving him a few moments to search for his next opponent.

“Wait, is Professor Sharp... taking part in the fight?” someone said in shock.

“I think so... He must have gotten angry!”

Aesop took a swig of Wiggenweld before muttering an enchantment towards the ceiling. Soon enough, a rain of sausages descended to the crowd. He smirked at the panicked students running away from the meaty barrage. If it were not for the fact that he was on the job, he would have had a lot of fun doing this.

But then, he was slapped by a raw salmon in the face.

“Oh, no you don’t Aesop,” Dinah replied with a mischievous glint in her eye, “Having fun without us?”

He smirked and raised his wand. Adrenaline flowed through his veins. “Fine. If it’s a duel you want, it’s a duel you shall have!” he replied. He fired a string of bolas. The chains of onions and garlic flew at top speed and snared his colleague’s ankles.

Hecat cast “Diffindo!” and sliced the binds into small pieces. The cut items rained on the floor with a sound similar to falling snow. “It takes more than that to knock me off my feet, Aesop,” she yelled with a smirk, “Take this!”

Grilled corncobs launched towards Aesop. The Potions Professor tried to cast Protego but to his surprise, the cobs spun and bits and pieces of corn kernels stabbed him in the legs. He winced at the pain, but he ignored it. He then changed his approach. Raising his wand, he muttered a spell to levitate the scattered silverware on the floor. Then, with a flick of his wand, he summoned the platters to him, forming a makeshift armor.

“Well, that’s very nice, but not enough to stop me,” Dinah cackled. The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor flicked her wand and threw a pitcher of steaming barbecue sauce onto Aesop’s plate mail. The molten liquid spread all over his armor, effectively cooking the dishes and making it heavier. He grunted as he tried to keep upright, but his leg failed him.

“Argh, Depulso!” Aesop screamed with all his might. His armored chest plate blew out the cooked meal in one heavy breath, hitting Dinah on the face. “That’s for destroying my armor!” He then tossed a bottle of spicy hollandaise sauce to the professor.

Dinah struggled to get up, but she was soon drenched with the sauce. She coughed out some of the condiment that got into her mouth. “Oh, you are so dead, Aesop!” she shouted with laughter in her voice. She pulled out a giant smoked ham and twirled it in the air. With a flicks of her wand, she turned the ham into a pinwheel and aimed at her opponent. The giant meaty disc flew through the air at rapid speeds, heading towards Aesop with the power of a giant steel-cut chopper.

The Potions Professor had barely evaded the meat blade with only a split second to spare. The slicer neatly sliced through the wood on the far end of the table. Aesop shuddered at the sight. He realized that he had to use his brain to win this battle.

He whipped out his wand and pooled the buckets of ranch dressing near him. Using a powerful Accio, he gathered all the oil he could find. Then he started heating the whole thing. Soon, the milky-white liquid boiled rapidly, rising and filling the space with white steam. The fog hid him from the rival professor’s view, allowing him to make his ultimate attack. “Bombarda!” he screamed while aiming for the dish pit.

With a loud bang, the stainless steel sink blasted its content of hot water all over the place. Hecat was soon soaked to the bone, along with the other students caught in the splash zone. To add to their misfortune, a burning log dropped from the roof, adding to the general chaos and destruction. All the commotion prompted the rest of the professors to join in.

Mirabel unleashed an army of Chinese Chomping Cabbages in hopes it could quell the food fight. But it only fueled it. The plant-based creatures spat out large leaf-chunks towards the students, only to be pelted with an array of marshmallow fingers, sugar cookies, and banana-milk drinks. The cabbages had also chased the students and nipped their heels. Many had lost their shoes, thanks to the carnivorous plants. They scrambled away while screaming in terror. Even the Professors had to retreat while hiding behind the pillars or furniture.

Kathrina tried to stop the cabbages by throwing a torrent of fermented yogurt drinks towards their open mouths. The plants gobbled up the tasty dairy products before stopping and dying because of food poisoning. However, larger patches of the plant tore through the Great Hall and started devouring the food waste.

Meanwhile, Leander and Sebastian stood on top of the Hufflepuff table. Amidst the chaos happening around them, the two students focused their gazes on each other. They raised their wands, ready to finally settle the score. Without even uttering a word, the two launched every single piece of food they had in their arsenals. Sebastian summoned the leftover dishes and sent them flying like sharp knives towards his opponent. But the Gryffindor blocked it using a couple of turkeys. He then levitated several kegs of apple juice and aimed at his target.

“Flippendo!” Sebastian screamed. The apples shook for a moment. They then rocketed through the air, heading for Leander. The boy grinned and took a deep breath. He then spat out a thick glob of grape jam at the incoming missiles.

“Dammit, Weasely, aren’t you done with your ultimate weapon yet?” the Gryffindor student groaned.

“You can’t rush perfection!” Garreth answered and raised his wand. “Petrificus Totalus!” he incanted. But before his spell could touch his target, Sebastian shot a carton of milk to the air. The spell instead received the oncoming dairy drink, causing it to freeze stiff and crash into several tables.

Leander then launched a giant stack of fried tofu and ampalaya leaves, which were soon halted by an army of chocolate frogs leaping and blocking their path. The frog legs pushed the greasy meal back and flew across the Great Hall. Unfortunate target found in Ominis. The tofu hit the poor Slytherin, knocking him to the ground and making him wet with the dripping sauce.

Sebastian snarled. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” He launched several fried fishcakes and catapulted it in the Gryffindor’s direction. Leander swiftly dodged the incoming patties and returned fire. Several pork ribs sailed through the air as the young student tried to trip Sebastian. However, the boy swiftly countered with a slice of macaroni and cheese. He then ran around the tables, firing everything he had in his pockets. Leander ended up trapped in a giant bibingka bowl, thanks to Garreth.

“Dammit, Weasely, this trap is supposed to be for Sallow!” Leander growled.

“Well, why in the world did you walk straight to my bowl?”

“Because you made it obvious that it’s a trap! Anyone can notice those glycerin trails!”

“Those are supposed to distract him! Why are you so dumb?”

Sebastian grinned. He raised his wand and summoned a jar of candy-coated insects. “Enjoy your meal, Mr. Prewett.” He then emptied the bottle’s content into the bowl of rice cakes. “Go on, make sure to eat your daily nutrients.”

But he was hit in the back with a flying yam cake. Sebastian grunted in pain and turned his head. Amit and Everett were running towards him, launching an endless barrage of miniature vegetable pastries and chopped herbs. Sebastian conjured a giant shield to protect himself from the incoming vegetables. He then took the chance to ambush the duo from behind.

Aesop stood amid the endless chaos. The Great Hall was barely noticeable at this point. Everywhere he looked, he would only see mountains of food debris. The place looked like it had gone through a full-scale war. The tables were overturned and turned into barricades. Pieces of cutlery, utensils, and even a couple of chairs impaled on the pillars. The food itself had transformed into unrecognizable globs of mashed potatoes, meats, and sauces. Professors and students alike were throwing food at each other’s faces with reckless abandon. A smile curled up on his lips. It had been a while since he saw his colleagues having so much fun. Perhaps this chaos was worth witnessing.

And then the doors of the Great Hall swung open.

Phineas, followed by Matilda, stormed inside, their expressions in total shock. “What in the world is going on here?!” the Headmaster asked, but to his horror, an enormous block of soft serve landed on his head. The cream drenched the man in mint-flavored ice cream.

The Deputy Headmistress covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh dear, Phineas, you’re—”

“WHO DID THAT?! SHOW YOURSELF AND FACE THE WRATH OF YOUR HEADMASTER!”

All of them stood still, as if they were cast in Petrificus Totalus. The battle cries, grunts, and curses immediately died out. Even the rampaging cabbages stopped their attacks. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the Headmaster.

Black marched forward towards the owl lectern. He was about to step to the teachers’ table when he slipped on a pile of honeyed pineapple rings. He crashed into the buffet table with a loud thud, toppling over dozens of jams, jellies, and spreads. Several fruit pies fell on his head. But to everyone’s surprise, he stood up without even flinching. Despite his hair and suit dripping with colorful juices, he held his head up high and glared at everyone in the Great Hall.

“Headmaster Black...” Poppy mumbled with fear. The tiny Puffskein was cradled in her hands, with its tiny fur trembling uncontrollably.

“Silence!” Phineas raised his hand, “You just disturbed my nap, caused a ruckus, and worst of all, wasted my precious food supply.” He raised his wand and pointed to everyone in the hall. “Detention for everyone! No dinner for tonight!”

Everyone in the room gasped.

“But Headmaster Black, we’re famished!” Kathrina whined, “We need sustenance!”

“Yeah, you can’t do that, Professor!” Garreth agreed, “We are growing boys!”

“You should have thought of that before you played your childish games in the Great Hall,” the Headmaster said with an authoritative tone. “I will not tolerate your insolence.”

Aesop was about to say something when Matilda stepped in. “I don’t think we can enforce such a punishment, Headmaster Black,” she said. “They need to replenish their energy.”

Phineas furrowed his brows and folded his arms across his chest. “That is not up for discussion. These children need to learn good manners. I will not let their idiocy run amok in my school,” he said.

“No one got seriously injured. Besides, I don’t think that denying their meals will help,” she said calmly while raising her palm. “There has to be a better way.”

“No means no, Matilda.”

A mischievous glint glimmered in her eye. “Can you explain that punishment in front of the Gaunts, Prewetts, Weaselys, and other pure-blood families?”

Black’s face paled. He fumbled with his words as he looked for the right response. But Matilda only smiled in amusement. After a few moments of thinking, the Headmaster let out a sigh of resignation. “Fine... Let them clean up all this mess and do whatever you want to do,” he said. He then left the Great Hall with a wave of his hand.

The professors looked at the mess they had created. Some of them began to chuckle. “I can’t believe we caused this much destruction,” Abraham said while shaking his head.

Matilda raised an eyebrow. “You also took part in this barbaric activity, did you not, Professor Ronen?”

The Charms Professor’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Ah... you see, there is no harm in trying to observe how far the students would go to gain knowledge.”

She could only gasp. Then she looked at Aesop with a hopeful eye. “You tried to stop them, didn’t you?”

The Potions Professor only chuckled while rubbing his neck. “We should start cleaning up,” he said, changing the subject, “Before the Headmaster changes his mind.”

As soon as the words came out from his lips, everyone rushed to grab their wands. The house-elves also appeared to begin clearing out the Great Hall. They used their magic to haul the large piles of food scraps to the trash. Mirabel used her cabbages to remove all the spoiled foods while Abraham guided the other students in putting back the furniture to its original position. In an hour, the Great Hall appeared like nothing had happened. Aesop leaned back on the table and stretched his leg. He was exhausted from the sheer amount of action. Yet, it was the day he enjoyed the most since becoming a professor in Hogwarts.

Matilda called out to the other professors to convene at the Head Table. “Staff meeting after supper,” she said, “I have some questions to ask you all.” She then ordered the students to return to their houses to rest until it was time for their next class.

After all the professors and students had exited the hall, Aesop glanced at Kathrina, who was slumping on the chair beside him. “That was fun...” he said.

She chuckled and reached out to pull a piece of lettuce stuck between his dark brown locks. “I can’t believe you actually enjoyed yourself there.”

“What? I’m also a child at heart, Professor Holmes.”

She burst into laughter. “Ah, that is a true statement indeed, Professor Sharp.”

The Potions Professor crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you know, I might have an idea of what to do for our students for their practical exams.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

He smirked and pushed himself off his seat. “That will be for me to know, and for you to find out, Professor Holmes.”

“Ah, always the secretive type, eh?”

Aesop merely shrugged and walked away from the Alchemy Professor. His mind already whirred with ideas on how to turn seemingly harmless ingredients into dangerous potions. But it would have to wait for the moment. For now, he needed to retire to his quarters and rest his tired body. And perhaps enjoy another cup of black tea laced with firewhisky before his next class.

Chapter 7: Aesop and the Cursed Date

Summary:

Aesop has decided to ask his fellow professor, Kathrina, on a romantic date. But it seems that the Fates want to play pranks on him.

Notes:

Happy Valentine's Day! I'm so glad I finished the "Valentine" prompt on time!

Enjoy! (^_^)

It was the first time, for a long time, that Aesop had picked up anything that would make him presentable.

He stood in front of his dresser mirror only clad with a towel. Droplets of water still dripped from his soggy, brown hair. His skin glowed after he scrubbed himself thoroughly. In the past, he settled for Scouring Charm to clean himself.

But not this time.

He made certain that not a single speck of dirt stuck to his skin or hair. It was a special day, and damn him if he would ruin it because of improper hygiene practices.

The silver razor glimmered against the lamplight. The temptation arose for him to use it to even out his beard scruff. But his leg protested whenever he stood too long. Perhaps Kathrina would not mind? She had seen him a lot of times, so it would not matter, would it? He sighed and opened a cylindrical container. The salve inside was advertised to be some sort of men’s cosmetic product. From what Aesop understood, he should have slicked his hair back as though he were some sort of modern teenage dream character.

However, in truth, it made him look like an old pervert with a bad comb-over.

Growling, he removed the sticky substance from his hair and opened another small canister. The clear, viscous gel was supposed to make one’s skin smooth and clear. In fact, Black had also boasted that the product was his secret for his ‘devilishly handsome’ looks. Despite his doubt, Aesop applied a small amount of the potion to his face. At least this did not make him feel as if he had dried leaves clinging to his cheeks.

Still, it felt like he had just slapped a sheet of leech mucus onto his face.

Next, he scanned his wardrobe for the best suit to wear. Rows of identical white shirts, brown vests, gray jackets, and a deep green coat greeted him. He sighed and looked for another set of clothing in his suitcases.

A zany shirt adorned with zig-zag colorful patterns caught his eye. However, this would most certainly make him stand out for the wrong reasons. Then, he discovered a maroon coat with a leather belt around the waist. The trousers would definitely make him stand out. Upon further digging, he also found a dark blue shirt printed with constellations and comets. How Abraham thought these clothes were fashionable... he did not know. All it screamed was, “Look at me! I’m an idiot!”

He let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps his usual attire would not look that bad?

Having dressed up, he went to his desk and spread parchment. The smooth, flowing ink adorned with flourishing made his hardened heart flutter. In front of him was Kathrina’s reply to his invitation for a Valentine’s date.

 

Dear Aesop,

I am honored to receive your request. Truthfully, I've been waiting for you to ask me for some time now. It warms my heart that you will spend this special occasion with me.

Your romantic gestures and kind words are very much appreciated. The rose you left on my table was the most thoughtful thing anyone has given to me in a long time. Please do not apologize for being too forward; rather, I am flattered by your genuine display of affection.

I look forward to spending the whole day with you on Valentine’s Day.

Sincerely,

Kathrina

 

The brief note still brought a smile to his lips.

Ever since the first letter he wrote for her became widely circulated in Hogwarts, his feelings for her have become the center of attention. His attempts at hiding his attraction towards her were rendered futile after Black blurted it out to the whole faculty staff. The nosy son-of-a-bitch guy couldn't stop meddling in others' affairs. As a result, rumors were bound to spread and people would embellish them beyond recognition. But he had no intention of quashing them as they were quite close to the truth. He thought about the Alchemy Professor more often than necessary.

Still, he wished to vanquish Peeves for spreading out his love letters. How humiliating it was for that blasted poltergeist to fly about, cackling like a deranged bastard and yelling, “Who wants some cornbread and red wine from Mr. Lovesick?”

He shook the memories away. There was no reason for him to be angry about what happened. Instead, he took out another set of parchment and scribbled the schedule he planned.

 

1. Pick Kathrina up in her classroom.

2. Have a lovely picnic breakfast by the Black Lake.

3. Walk along the countryside road leading to the Valentine’s Carnival.

4. Spend the afternoon strolling around the carnival grounds.

5. Have a candlelight dinner with her and watch the fireworks on top of the Astronomy Tower.

6. Wait for the meteor shower.

7. Take her back to her chambers. (Maybe give her a goodnight kiss?)

 

It was a simple and straightforward itinerary. Yet, the mere idea of stepping outside his comfort zone was enough to make Aesop tremble with excitement. Years had passed since the accident, and he feared he had lost his appeal to any sane woman. After all, how would a damaged man ever gain the affections of a beautiful, spirited woman?

But she proved him wrong.

In their frequent exchanges, she never mentioned his scar once. Treating him like any other wizard, she earned his immense gratitude. Finally, the walls he had built to protect himself started crumbling down. Slowly but surely, she chipped his armor off and revealed the vulnerable man underneath.

Yes. There was still hope for a man like him.

Grinning, he picked up the bouquet of yellow daffodils resting on a potting tray. He casted Aguamenti before giving them a light shower of water. After drying them off with a quick charm, he stared at the blooming flowers. Aesop remembered Kathrina mentioned that these particular flowers grew in abundance where she lived. She would love the fact that he recalled a passing detail. He could imagine the smile in her face as she sniffed the fresh floral scent. Perhaps it would bring a glimmer of nostalgia in her eyes.

Though he was confident in his choice of gifts, Aesop still checked his appearance on the mirror. Hair? Check. Beard? Check. Breath? Check. Suit? Check. After a final brush-up on his outfit, he pocketed his wand, grabbed the flower, and headed out.

As Aesop left, Black approached him with a scowl. His eyes squinted, and his bushy mustache bristled. With a voice gruff and accusatory, he demanded, “Sharp, have you forgotten the regular batch of cures?”

“No. I didn’t, sir,” Aesop replied. “Your... medicine will last until Friday next week. I am sure it can—”

“I need a new batch now.”

“Pardon?”

“Are you deaf? I said, I need a new batch now.”

His expression faltered. “Sir, with all due respect, that isn’t possible. If you recall, today’s Valentine’s Day and we’ve already had plans.”

The headmaster tilted his chin up and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you think your love life is more important than my health, professor?”

“We are not talking about a life or death situation here, Professor Black. You can manage without your medication for three days. It’s not like the first time you tried that.”

“Don’t act as if you understand my medical condition!”

The younger man merely narrowed his eyes, sighing at his headmaster’s overbearing attitude. “Fine. I’ll brew a new batch on Thursday morning and deliver it to your office after breakfast. That would have to do for the meantime.”

Aesop attempted to walk past the obstinate older man, but he seized his arm with surprising strength. “Peeves just spilled my medication and I can’t sit in the Great Hall surrounded by all those rowdy students. Imagine what they would say when they see their Headmaster haggard and miserable? Are you going to subject your hardworking, brilliant superior to such humiliation, Professor Sharp?”

He rolled his eyes. Black was fantastic at making his problems sound so damn urgent. This was nothing but a poor attempt to guilt-trip him into doing whatever he wanted. With a sigh, he tried to make a compromise. “I can make three vials, but the rest have to be brewed tomorrow morning.”

There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, “Three vials wouldn’t last until the morning.”

“Then perhaps you should cut the portion size a little bit. You don’t need to drink the entire bottle of Cure for Boil—”

“May I remind you that my condition is strictly confidential, Professor Sharp?”

Aesop rubbed his temples as he felt an impending headache forming. “Very well. I’ll get your infernal potion ready at the earliest opportunity, Professor Black.”

“Good!”

The headmaster let go of the Potions Professor and left.

He groaned. The stubborn fool changed his mind, precisely when he desired solitude with Kathrina. How irritating it was for Professor Black to command him like he was his lackey! Shaking his head, he limped down to his office as fast as he could to brew three bottles of Cures for Boils. He glanced at the clock. It was almost six in the morning and his date would begin in 30 minutes. Damn. There was no chance for him to pick up Kathrina now. She would just have to wait.

Inside the empty Potion’s room, Aesop eyed the large, stone cauldron placed in the middle. Quickly, he placed the bouquet of yellow daffodils on top of his supplies shelf, fired up the cauldron, and began brewing three batches of the requested concoction. With practiced efficiency, he bottled up the vials and send it to a house-elf for delivery. Black always wanted him to deliver the potions personally, but Aesop was not in the mood for his ridiculous requests. Besides, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Grabbing the yellow flowers on the desk, he rushed out of his classroom. According to his pocket watch, he was already ten minutes late. Fucking hell. Kathrina must be very disappointed in him. Would she be understanding about his circumstances? Or would she berate him for wasting her time? He grimaced, trying his best not to be distracted by negative thoughts.

The stairs leading to the Alchemy Classroom was long and arduous. It was on the other end of the dungeons, and he cursed the Hogwarts architects for failing to account for disability access. His limp slowed him down, making every step agonizingly painful. He leaned onto the wall, gasping for air, feeling his leg protest with the overexertion. Popping Wiggenweld into his mouth, the liquid soothed the pain in seconds.

Resuming his trek, Aesop passed by a couple of sixth and seventh years holding hands and giggling incessantly. He could not help but smile. Valentine's day weekend was a perfect time for lovers to spend together. Not that he minded. In fact, the romantic atmosphere may facilitate developing his relationship with Kathrina.

A loud bang sounded, and thick purple smoke emerged from an open doorway. And within the cloud, Peeves rushed in with a bucket in his hand. “Bombs away!” he cackled, flinging a handful of bright, shining glitters.

Aesop tried to protect himself, but it was too late. The flying sparkles coated his shirt, trousers, coat, hair, and beard with sticky glitter dust. It looked like he just went to a wild, drinking party. In desperation, he shook his body vigorously to remove the offending material, but they only stuck closer to his clothing.

“Now you look stunning, Professor Sharp!” the poltergeist called out.

Glaring, he chased after the rude entity. “Get back here, Peeves, and fix this mess!”

“If you want to catch me, you gotta move faster, old man!” it called out and phased through the wall, escaping Aesop’s grasp.

“By Merlin’s saggy left testicle! What in Morgana’s name did I do to deserve this torture?!” he yelled in frustration. Despite wanting to change, why did the Fates conspire against him? Was the cosmos so bent on making his life miserable? He sighed. No. He would not accept such mockery. No reason for him to stop moving forward despite the misadventures.

Steeling his resolve, he hurried towards the Alchemy Room, ignoring the confused stares of the other teachers and students. By the time he saw the door to the classroom, he saw Kathrina coming out with her bags and equipment. She carried a picnic basket covered with a checkered red and white cloth. She wore a white and blue blouse with a white long skirt and brown boots. Her auburn hair cascaded in curls over her shoulders. When she met his gaze, her honey gold eyes lit up with glee.

He stood up straight, combed his messy hair with his fingers, and tried his best to look presentable. Aesop gave a small bow, greeting the Alchemy Professor. “Professor Holmes...” he began.

“I think Kathrina will be fine,” she giggled.

Heat crept up to his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Ah yes, Kathrina. Thank you for waiting for me.”

Her gaze softened as her eyes traveled to his feet. “Is your leg not giving you any trouble? You look like you ran a marathon for the past hour.”

“Ah, I have to run. You see Black has a special request that involves...uh... a cure for boils.” He coughed. “Anyway, the potions are finished and sent to his office.”

“Why, Professor Sharp. You’re so kind.”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

“You are kind to accommodate Professor Black in his illness. That is very selfless of you. Even if he has a tendency to boss you around, you still attempt to look after his wellbeing.”

He raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. “Well, I would not go that far,” he said while scratching the back of his head. Then he noticed the glitter still sticking to his clothing and boots. Sighing, he pulled out his wand and cast Scourgify. “I apologize. I just met Peeves on my way here. And he gave me a...makeover.”

She giggled. “It seems like you had quite an adventure. Still, you look very dashing, Aesop.”

His face heated and his pulse sped up upon hearing her say his name. When was the last time a woman paid so much attention to his appearance? Clearing his throat, he handed her the bouquet of yellow daffodils. “For you,” he said nervously.

“Really? These are my favorites. How did you know?” she squeed. But the moment she touched the flowers, it sprang up to life.

HONK!

Aesop could not believe what he had heard.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

He tried to remember what had just happened. He went to his classroom, placed the yellow daffodils beside his supply cabinet, brewed the potion, left the room... Where did he go wrong?

Then the realization dawned on him. There were honking daffodils in the supply cabinet. Those flowers were potent in the experimental potion he was working on. And in his panic, he grabbed the honking ones instead of the regular daffodils. Why, oh, why, did it have to be that plant?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

He clutched his head, trying his best to calm down and suppress the embarrassment he was feeling. First, he was late, then he got showered with glitter, and now he gave his date an annoying batch of living flowers. Perhaps he should not have bothered fixing himself up? After all, he was nothing but a scruffy, clumsy, pathetic excuse for a man. He had ruined his chances with her.

But Kathrina let out a laugh. It was not the derisive kind. Rather, her voice soothed his fears and assured him he had not screwed up. “They look pretty!” she exclaimed, grinning as she caressed the petals of the noisy plants.

He sighed in relief. “I’m sorry,” he apologized again, “I wanted to give you a perfect first gift, but it seems I even messed up that one.”

“I think this is perfect!”

“Huh?”

Kathrina grinned broadly. “Everyone I see in this school is giving chocolates, flowers, stuffed toys, jewelry... The gifts seem impersonal. But this?” she motioned at the lively, honking flowers. “This is absolutely perfect!”

“Are you sure?”

She laughed. “Of course, silly!” she said while slapping his arm, “No one in their right mind will give his date a bouquet of honking daffodils!”

Aesop did not know whether to laugh or cry. But he would do neither. Instead, he smiled back, relieved that the misunderstanding did not ruin the start of their first date. “Shall we get going? The picnic at the lake awaits.”

She nodded. “Wait, let me put these lovely daffodils in a pot so we can keep them alive.”

“Of course!” he chuckled.

He watched her as she gently dug a hole on the soil, transplanted the roots of the lively flowers, and filled the cavity with soil. After that, she placed the potted plant in her classroom and summoned a watering can. She poured water over the clay pot before turning back to him. Aesop offered her his hand. Without hesitation, she intertwined her fingers with his own. Together, they walked across the castle grounds and made their way towards the Black Lake.

***

Aesop held out his arm so Kathrina could latch onto him. “You might slip on the grass,” he explained, which made her giggle. The pair continued walking to the edge of the Black Lake. As they made their way there, Aesop realized that this was the first time that he went on a picnic since his injury. In the past, women would constantly flock to him, always begging for favors, money, and gifts. In exchange for his company, he could receive free meals and entertainment. Sex and company never lacked in his bachelor’s life.

But ever since his accident, oh how those people vanished when they saw him sprawled helplessly in St. Mungo’s. The ones who had called him, ‘My hero,’ became complete strangers once the limelight was gone. Not one of his former flings asked how he was doing. They were quick to replace him and find better partners. His closest friends, if he could call them that, also turned their backs on him.

Since then, only a bottle of firewhisky became his constant companion in his chambers. At least it would not judge him nor betray his trust.

Still, he did not want to dwell on past mistakes. Today, he was spending time with the person whom he genuinely cared about. Sure, his past experiences involved dates on fancy restaurants and elegant dinner parties, but a picnic was quite refreshing.

He held the picnic basket while Kathrina kept the parasol steady. The early morning sun shined brightly above them, illuminating the grounds and warming the winter cold. A light breeze blew past them, bringing with it the scent of the nearby Forbidden Forest. All around them, students laid on the lawn, conversing with each other while basking under the warmth of the sun. He observed lovers on a blanket, kissing without worry. Students played with giant, animated chess pieces on the lawn. Others were laughing with their friends, obviously enjoying the festivities.

He closed his eyes and smiled. Life seemed beautiful until it reared its ugly head.

“Shall we sit over there?” Kathrina pointed to a spot that was partially hidden behind the bushes. The ground was soft and wet, indicating that it rained earlier that morning. The place was near the lake’s edge. Perhaps if he was lucky, he could introduce her to the Giant Friendly Squid that resided inside the waters.

“Yes. There is good as any,” he said.

He spread out the picnic cloth, and they settled themselves on it. Aesop was about to offer Kathrina a plate of sliced bread and a glass of tea. But to his surprise, a tentacle erupted from the lake, stole his serving, and retreated into the water.

He blinked and shook his head vigorously. Did he just imagine things? Or was a gigantic monster eating their food?

“Something wrong?” Kathrina asked.

“Oh... It’s nothing. Here have some scones and fruit salad.” Aesop picked up another forkful of fruit salad, but once again, a giant, slimy tentacle snatched it out of his grasp. What the-?!

“Um...” she covered her mouth. But the tremors on her shoulders revealed she was trying to suppress a laugh.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the ripples forming at the surface of the water. When the movement subsided, he sighed and eased himself down on the picnic mat. Getting rattled by a friendly squid was not the impression he wished to give the woman next to him.

He opened basket and took out the sandwiches and sweet rolls. “These are the delicacies in Mrs. Steepley’s Tea Shop. Would you care for a bite?” he asked.

“Wow!” Kathrina marveled as she brought the sandwich up to her nose. She sniffed. “It smells wonderful.”

She took a bite and chewed it gently. Aesop noticed how delicate her lips were, how beautiful she was with the sunlight hitting her golden eyes. He imagined how her pretty cherry lips would look when she wrapped them around his co-

No! This was not the time to have such fantasies. He mustered all his willpower and pushed the inappropriate thoughts in the back of his mind.

He popped a cucumber sandwich into his mouth and focuses on other thoughts. Getting all horny in the first date was uncouth behavior. A gentleman must reserve his sexual desires for later when both parties mutually agree on such acts. Until then, he must only think with his brain, not his nether regions.

Right now, he would just try and get to know her better. “So... How do you find Hogwarts so far?” he cleared his throat, “I assume it’s much more different than Durmstrang?”

She nodded. “Yes. It’s bigger and much more modern. Durmstrang Institute is more like an old, castle. It has this dark, medieval atmosphere. Everything is dark wood and stone. Hogwarts is so light and open.” she took another bite, “It looks more like a prison fortress than a school, though. It’s too high and the walls are too thick.”

He raised an eyebrow. Her words sounded like there was more to that statement. But Aesop decided not to pry. So he chose his words carefully. “And the curriculum? Does it differ greatly from ours?”

She bit her lower lip. “Not that much. Though the study of the Dark Arts are treated there like your Charms. But otherwise, the classes are mostly the same. Herbology, Astronomy, Potions, History of Magic, Defense against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, Runes, Beastology, Care of Magical Creatures...” she stared at the still waters of the Black Lake. A hint of misty tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

“Kathrina?”

“Hmmm?” she asked as if being roused from a dream.

Aesop glimpsed a sad look on her face, but it disappeared when she met his gaze. A smile replaced her frown, but he sensed that something was not right. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just reminiscing.”

He nodded. While he was curious, it would be too insensitive for him to question her further. Aesop did not wish for their first date to end with her crying.

Perhaps he could try and lighten up the mood? He eased closed to her and took a sweet roll. But when he was about to feed it to her, he discovered a squid tentacle wrapping around the treat.

“Oh no you don’t!” Aesop growled and grabbed the offending tentacle. Despite his efforts, the limb refused to release its grip on the bread. So he tightened his grip and wrestled the creature for it.

After a few tugs, the Giant Squid released the roll and withdrew.

After checking for ink and mucus, Aesop handed out the slightly slimy sweet roll to Kathrina. “Sorry it’s sticky, but it’s edible,” he said as he wiped it over his sleeves.

His colleague giggled and took the sugary snack from his hands. With a small lick, contentment filled her expression.

Seeing her enjoy the sweet dessert made Aesop’s heart skip a beat. Why was he acting like a lovesick schoolboy? Was he becoming weak and vulnerable because of his feelings? His attraction for her grew by leaps and bounds, and he was uncertain if that was a good thing or not.

On one hand, he felt hopeful and happier. On the other, he feared he was going way too fast. If his feelings left uncontrolled, he might crash and burn. The tragedy of his previous relationships still shook him to the core. But if he wanted to move on with his life, he had to take the chance.

He gulped and tried to compose himself. “Kathrina, I know that this is too early for me to ask but...”

SLAP! The squid’s tentacle groped around the picnic area. While it was searching for food, it accidentally slapped Aesop’s face with its long appendage.

“Gah! Get off you, impertinent brute!” he shouted as he slapped the appendage away.

At first, Kathrina looked horrified by the scene before her. But then she giggled.

He cleared his throat and stared at her eyes. “As I was saying...”

SLAP! SLAP!

His eye twitched with rage as he glared at the half-submerged creature. “For Salazar’s sake, leave us alone, you nosy pervert!”

But the monster would not listen. It continued to grope around for any food items while splashing about.

“Umm, Aesop, I think your friend is lonely.” Kathrina offered the rest of the sweet roll to the aquatic animal, “Here you go!”

The tentacle caught the treat mid air. With a friendly wave, it slipped back into the waters of the Black Lake.

He watched Kathrina clap with delight at the cute antics of the creature. Aesop could not help but admire how she interacted with the Giant Squid. At least the mood had lightened up.

Glancing at his pocket watch, he noticed that the carnival that settled by the outskirts of Hogsmeade would open in thirty minutes. “It’s time to go,” he stated as he cleaned the plates and cups they used for their meal. “I hope that nosy squid had its fill. Because it just ate almost all of our breakfast.”

“I’m sure we can find something to eat while at the carnival. Do you think there will be cotton candy?”

His heart skipped a beat when she flashed her cute smile. He couldn’t help but notice her joyful expression. The melancholy look from earlier had disappeared. With a nod he offered his arm to her and said, “Let’s see what the carnival has in store.”

The two professors packed up the picnic supplies and made their way toward Hogsmeade. The entire village had been decorated with lights and streamers for the occasion. Couples of all ages strolled, admiring trinkets and clothing available at shops. Of course, everything was Valentine’s themed. Most of the merchandise were red, pink, and white, with images of hearts everywhere. It made Aesop gag a little; however, he wouldn’t let anything ruin his day with Kathrina.

***

As they walked through the stalls, he talked about his childhood and how he started learning Potions. He also told her about his family and where he grew up. And for the first time in a long time, Aesop was enjoying himself and getting to know someone he really liked. There was no pressure to be larger than life. Pretentiousness was absent in their conversation. Everything just flowed naturally between them. It was as if he found a connection that was missing in his life.

When they reached a game stall, Kathrina dragged him over. It was a simple game of shoot the moving pictures. Cardboard cutouts of fwoopwers, dandelion puffs, snidgets, and bludgers whirled around the table.

“It’s all about precision,” Kathrina mused.

She pulled out her wand and aimed at the targets. The targets whirred and moved erratically. Kathrina squinted, pursing her lips. She shot a spell, but it missed the target completely. She groaned and sighed in frustration.

Aesop patted her back. “There, there, Kathrina. Let me handle this,” he said with a wink. His old cocky self resurfaced for a moment.

He took a deep breath, steadying his wand and lining up his shot. He focused on a dandelion puff. Its wings fluttered and changed directions repeatedly. He had to account for the distance and speed in his calculations. Time stopped as he mentally computed the variables.

Aesop considered everything, then released the spell and hit the target. With precision, he targeted and struck each of the moving cutouts. He was in his element. The spells flew out of his wand as if they were extensions of his body. There was a rhythm to the way he executed the charms. Each move was precise, powerful, and clean. He made it all look so easy.

But then he saw a different shaped target. A racoon-faced pixie floated in the middle of the target, wiggling and swaying in circles.

“This must be a special target!” he smirked. In a single flick of his wand, he hit the tiny pixie head.

POOF!

Sprays of paint showered on Aesop’s face. It coated his beard and eyebrows with neon colors. Reds, greens, blues, yellows, and whites stained his hair, neck, clothes, and shoes. It looked like he had just gotten caught in a rainbow explosion.

PLOP!

And to add insult to injury, a puffskein landed on his head.

Aesop glanced at Kathrina, whose efforts to hold back a laugh failed. She exploded in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Tears spilled from her eyes as she struggled to breathe.

“Ouch, tough luck! You just hit the jester target,” the stall owner shook his head, “I’m sorry, but you lost the game.”

Meanwhile, the puffskein squealed in fright, leapt off his head, and bounced away.

The Potion Master’s eyes bulged. “Wha- why is there something like that among the targets?!”

“Uh, have you read the rules, sir?”

Aesop glanced at the wooden board. And it was written there in bold letters: “In case you hit the racoon pixie jester, you automatically lose the game.”

“What sort of incompetent, idiotic, bullshit-“

“Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Wizard, calm down,” the stall owner raised his hands, “It’s not my fault you can’t follow simple instructions.”

“I demand a refund!”

The stall owner sighed. “Now you sound like that little girl over there who threw a tantrum because she lost.”

“Why you—”

Kathrina held his arm. “Now, calm down, Aesop,” she said soothingly. “It’s just a game.”

The Potion Master groaned. There was no need to get worked up over a mere children’s carnival game. His pride and ego could survive such a slight humiliation. Even so, looking like a fool in front of the woman he admired... That was embarrassing!

Kathrina was still smiling when he turned to face her. But Aesop saw something else in those eyes: compassion and understanding. Despite her laughter, he understood her intentions were not malicious. With a heavy sigh, he followed Kathrina, who led him towards another attraction.

After cleaning up using his wand, they went on a walk past the other booths.

A spooky-looking house caught his attention. The house's roof had a pointy cone shape that caught his attention. Red and gold banners draped on the windows. Cheap-looking skeletons swayed by the front porch. Two glowing red lanterns hung by the entrance. The large signs in front of the house that read "House of Horrors" were particularly eye-catching.

Aesop snorted. Such a cliche name was ridiculous.

“Oooh, is that a horror house?” Kathrina exclaimed excitedly, tugging on his coat sleeve. “Please, please, let’s try that one!”

“Kathrina, look at those garish decorations,” he waved at the entrance, “No one believe haunted houses looked like that! Any wizards with half a brain would know that this was fake and not even worth anyone’s time!”

But his companion didn’t seem to pay him any heed. “C’mon! I want to see what’s inside!”

He was about to roll his eyes when he stopped himself. Perhaps this would regain what little pride he had lost after that last stunt. “Very well, Kathrina. If you insist, let us enter.”

There was no queue, so they were ushered right in.

Aesop looked around. The design of the blue-green lights clearly resembled moonlight. Cheesy moans and screams echoed at the corners, obscured by thin black cloth. And an obvious enchantment depicting the howling wind felt more like a pathetic whistle. He almost felt ashamed for stepping foot in such a tacky location. They should bring back whoever performed the special effect charms on this house to Hogwarts and make them retake Charms. Abraham’s students could pull off better effects than this.

After passing through the haunted door, he noticed that the temperature had dropped several degrees. The interior had black paint on the walls, ceiling, and floor. Faint traces of dusty cobwebs hung around the hallway. Aesop wondered if those who made the webs had seen spider webs because of their yarn-like texture. A shadow of a spider crawled along the crevices of the room. But the large screws attached to the spider legs made him cringe a little.

In the distance, a female figure wearing a white veil appeared, blocking the path forward. She was a lanky woman in a ragged, wedding dress. She moaned as if she was in pain.

Kathrina shuddered and hugged Aesop. While it felt good to feel the heat of her body pressed to his own, he kept his eyes fixed on the white figure. With a loud whisper, he said, “This is an illusion. Those are basic charms for making the shadows and figures look eerie.” He explained, “I once apprehended troublemakers who used such cheap tactics to scare innocent people.”

“Huh? Are you sure? The house looks quite frightening...” she said.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. Here, I’ll show you how it works,” he grinned.

Aesop strode confidently towards the apparition, pointing his wand at the woman. “Finite!”

Suddenly, the woman vanished in to thin air.

“OI, YA CUNT! DON’T EXPOSE OUR SECRET TECHNIQUE!” a man yelled out of the blue, “If you ruin the fun of people who are trying to be scared, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!”

“If you want to be respected as an illusionist, then work on your charms!” he snapped back.

“Oh, you think you’re tough, big guy? Let’s see if you don’t cry like a little bitch in the next chamber!”

Aesop shrugged as they walked through the doorway and entered the next room. A cloud of thick smoke drifted from the top of the hall and spread along the floor. Behind the thick fog, a cluster of orbs dashed across them and vanished.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s the best thing you can do?”

“Shut the hell up, smartass!” the disembodied voice yelled, “You haven’t seen nothing yet!”

They continued to explore the rooms of the haunted house. After walking across the dark corridor, they reached a room with a staircase. The wooden stairs seemed to descend endlessly as they spiraled down into the basement. Each step they took made the floorboard creak with age. Hanging from the sides of the railings were torn-up black sheets with silver chains.

Another sound bellowed from the depths. But this time, it sounded like the scream came from the lower part of the stairs. Silvery, scratching sounds groaned throughout the hollow space. Flying creatures of the night approached them like bats, but their faces resembled human skulls.

Aesop snorted and flicked his wrist, sending the illusionary demons flying backward with the motion of his hand. “Seriously? Skeleton Bats? Have you never heard of the Hungarian Horntails or Manticores? You fools don’t even know what an actual threat is! This is more pathetic than a mediocre fairy tale!” he said and scoffed loudly, “In fact, if you really want to know what’s terrifying, I’d invite you to tour the Hogwarts dungeon. Let’s see if you can last an hour without pissing yourself.”

A series of curses rang out through the walls. But he knew it was a bluff. Those amateurs behind the scenes were only threatening him with their empty bravado. He smiled triumphantly. If the owner wants to defend his craft, he must face the challenge.

Kathrina tugged on his sleeve. “Aesop, what’s that?” she whispered while pointing at the floating figure.

The Potions Professor raised an eyebrow.

A heavy mist filled the slaughterhouse-like basement. Each rotten beam and pillar shook relentlessly. Once again, the mysterious cluster of orbs hovered within the shadows. Slowly, the orbs moved, as if it was being pulled in a magnetic force. Loud banging noises emerged from the darkness of the basement.

Kathrina gripped his arm tighter and shivered.

CRAAAAAAACK!!!

While still obscured from the fog, the orbs cracked open, revealing a long, sausage-like figures floating mid-air. It spun in the air briefly before landing on the floor.

Aesop rolled his eyes. “What is this shit?” he asked as he pointed at the fallen object with his wand. “Those are just pig intestines, you uncreative bastards! Don’t even bother with this juvenile crap!” he roared and gestured angrily, “You call that a true haunted house?!”

“Oh no, those aren’t pig intestines...” the voice replied.

“What’s that, then?”

Limbs sprung out of the mass and began crawling and twitching as they scuttled forth. Their pale, bulbous bodies twisted and warped as it crawled towards them. The dim light finally revealed what those things were: a horde of four-legged haggis! The strange meal made of lamb innards jumped to life and charged at them!

Aesop could swear that the high-pitched screams came not from him. But the fact was that his mouth was wide open and his vocal chords were producing the worst sound he had ever uttered in his life. The last thing he remembered before his vision darkened was Kathrina asking him if he was alright. Then the world went blank.

***

“Aesop? Aesop? Are you alright?”

Aesop forced his groggy eyes open and saw Kathrina hovering above him. The evening breeze brushed past his face and ruffled the skirt of her white dress. Her hair caressed his skin with every movement.

“Are you okay?” she touched his forehead and his left cheek, “You suddenly fainted earlier.”

He blinked, trying to process what happened. They were in an unfamiliar room. The light was much brighter here. He realized he was lying on a soft, warm surface. Blankets and pillows surrounded him. Soft scent of antiseptic permeated the air.

With his mind now clearer, he could discern where they were. Apparently, Kathrina had taken him to the Infirmary.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he said hoarsely. Embarrassment crept upon him as he recalled that he screamed like a helpless child and collapsed like a wet rag after seeing the horrible sight of the four-legged haggis.

Shaking his head, he glanced at Kathrina. He noted how she was so concerned with his well-being. No signs of derision or mockery crossed her face. Instead, he found patience and kindness in those lovely eyes. Somehow, it brought comfort to him. His supposed lovers had left him when he needed them the most. But here, Kathrina stayed with him.

“How long was I unconscious?” he asked.

“For more than an hour now,” she said and took his hand, “I’m sorry I made you go there. You told me not to, but I insisted anyway.”

He grunted and sat up. “It was my fault. I got a bit carried away.”

She frowned. “I never saw someone faint like that after screaming bloody murder. Is there a reason for it? Was the haunted house so terrible for you?”

“Nothing about the haunted house was more frightening than the contents of my Potions storage closet.”

She tilted her head. “Then why did you scream when you saw those four-legged haggis?”

Aesop’s cheeks turned red in embarrassment. He grumbled and coughed to hide his shame. But then he realized Kathrina had the right to know the truth. So he began his tale, “The truth is... haggis... in its raw, living state... is absolutely terrifying. My mum loved it and made her own version of the meal. But the truth is, she was a horrible cook. I could smell the rotten meat from across the manor!”

“Oh...”

He sighed. “I hated haggis and everything that resembled the abomination that is that damn meal. Every time she placed that food on the table, I could not stop vomiting!” he covered his face with his palm and continued, “I don’t know why my father said that she’s a splendid cook. Maybe because he loves her? I don’t know. But it just encouraged her to keep cooking more of that awful food.”

“I understand what you mean... I remember going to Durmstrang. And... and... they serve dragon tongue for lunch. They think that’s a delicacy. It was the worst day of my life.”

Aesop looked up at her, stunned. He had never revealed the truth behind his distaste for haggis to anyone. When his exes suggested the meal, he threw out an excuse that he was allergic to lamb. In the past, he worried his vulnerability would repel women. But now, he confessed his secret to Kathrina with no fear or regret.

And she returned the gesture by revealing her own uncomfortable story.

Hope blossomed further in his chest. Did he finally find that one person he could trust with all of his heart?

He held her hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, Kathrina. "I never expected to meet someone who shares my feelings," he smiled.

Her lips curled up as well, and the two of them exchanged gazes for a while. As they stared at each other, Aesop felt an invisible string pulling her towards him. Perhaps it was his feelings urging him to kiss her. He saw her moist, supple lips moving closer. And her honey gold eyes narrowed as she waited. Her sweet breath touched his lips and her fingers ran through his hair.

And their lips inched closer... and closer... until...

“Oi you lovebirds, get a room, will ya?” the man lying on the cot beside them shouted.

The spell was broken.

Kathrina pushed herself away. Her cheeks reddened as she tucked the stray auburn lock of hair behind her ear. She stood up and smiled weakly at him. “Um, I will ask the matron for the bill,” she said and then hurried away.

Aesop watched her as she left his side. Her wavy hair danced around her waist and her dress swished back and forth. She was truly beautiful inside and out. And he wanted her so bad.

“Oi you horndog, your junk’s poking outta your pants,” the other man hollered.

Aesop flushed. His member had gotten hard while he was lost in Kathrina’s beauty. And the fucking idiot beside him had announced that to the world. “Why are you looking in another man’s pants anyway?” he spat back.

“Ey, if you wanna shag, go to a brothel. Don’t do it here. Not everyone’s got a valentine, you know!” the patient complained.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s not my problem,” he said. He pushed himself up and put on his jacket and coat. The warmth of the infirmary blanket was nice. But he would not stay there while an insufferable man complained about him. After fixing his clothes and hair, he went where Kathrina had paid the bill for the infirmary services.

Peeking out of the window, he saw that the sky had darkened. His pocket watch told him it was already half past six in the evening. He gritted his teeth. So far, his date with Kathrina was a disaster. He was late for their breakfast. Peeves showered him with glitter. The Giant Squid interrupted their picnic. Aesop ruined a chance to impress her by getting a faceful of colorful paint. Then he just screamed in front of her when he saw those accursed haggises.

To make matters worse, he almost ruined their first kiss! Aesop sighed. At this rate, Kathrina might not want to go out with him again.

‘No, Aesop, don’t think that way. You still have one last ace up your sleeve!’ he said to himself while he reviewed his itinerary. Professor Shah revealed the occurrence of a meteor shower that evening. And lucky for him, its full glory would be in full view at the top of the Astronomy Tower. He and Kathrina would have dinner at the top of the tower while staring up at the stars. After hearing about it, Abraham offered to magically set up the place for a romantic dinner with Kathrina. He did not know if it was a good idea to entrust the task to the Charms Professor, but he had no choice. Now, he hoped nothing went wrong with the setup.

When they met again, her cheeks were less flushed. But her shy and reserved mannerisms remained. “I hope you don’t mind that I paid for your bill,” she said, “I regret bringing you to such a scary place. And this is the least I can do to make amends.

He shook his head. “No. It’s perfectly alright. I should’ve been more vigilant. But we shouldn’t dwell on that,” he held her hand and offered, “Shall we get going?”

“Okay, shall we grab something to eat? I know a good place.”

Summoning all the courage to let out another confident smirk, he said, “Actually, I have somewhere planned for us to have our supper.”

“Really?” she asked. A glimmer of curiosity sparkling in her golden eyes.

“Yes. Let me show you the way.”

***

The hallways of Hogwarts was quiet. All around, the students had retired back to their dormitories to prepare for ’s Ball. The torches illuminated the hall with bright light. Cool yet gentle winds caressed the leaves of the potted plants stationed around the perimeter. As if Merlin also wanted to view the upcoming meteor shower, the night sky was clear. No cloud dared to spoil the starry night's celestial beauty.

Aesop was nervous. He always made it a point to look confident and self-assured in front of others. However, in the presence of Kathrina, he was stripped of that persona. Back in his Auror days, his interactions with other women were flamboyant, extroverted, and proud. He would sweep them off their feet and charm them with his confidence. No one could resist his charm.

But things were different with Kathrina. For the first time in a long while, he was feeling vulnerable. He feared that one wrong move would put his chances of gaining her affections at risk. The incident at Scarborough had shaken him deeply. It made him doubt himself. And it was his ego that caused him to spiral downhill.

But now that he was slowly picking up the pieces, determination filled his heart to be more careful with Kathrina. His affection for her grew exponentially by the minute. Despite his desire for intimacy, he knew patience was key in establishing a firm foundation for their relationship.

And it would start in this lovely dinner beneath the starry sky.

He took her by the hand as he led her up the steep steps of the Astronomy Tower. His leg injury complained about the prolonged climb, but he would have to endure the discomfort just for tonight. The Pain Relief Potion that he drank earlier had helped ease the tension from his muscles. Hopefully, it would work long enough for their evening.

As he carefully climbed up the stairs, he saw hints of pink, gold, and red drapes and ribbons decorating the corners and wall railings. Various heart-shaped balloons floated upwards. Scented candles and flowers adorned the area. Red and pink rose petals scattered around the floor underneath the table and chairs. He even spied an enchanted string quartet playing a very pleasant tune near the balcony. But someone had arranged all those decorations in a very bizarre and tacky display.

He covered his face with his free hand and groaned internally. ‘Why does everything have to be in this garish design?’ he said to himself.

Kathrina, meanwhile, covered her mouth and tried to stifle her giggles. “It looks... cheerful.”

“Oh, dear Merlin... Why Abraham... just why?”

“Did Professor Ronen help you with the decoration?”

Aesop sighed heavily. “He volunteered to the task. I was too careless in my planning, and he discovered my plans. He said he was an expert towards romantic matters. I did not want him to interfere, but he insisted.”

He stared at the feast spread across the table. There was an assortment of roast beef, potato, soup, bread, and dessert. Fresh and sweet scents wafted from the delectable dishes, beckoning them to take a bite. A bottle of red wine, two wine glasses, and a bucket of ice for cooling drinks rested in the center of the table. Everything looked perfect.

However, the color scheme of the setting did not match the mood Aesop was trying to build. He envisioned something elegant and seductive, like deep reds and blacks. But Abraham was all about loud, ostentatious displays of romance.

“It looks amazing. He outdid himself!” she said, “Shall we sit down?”

He pulled the chair for her, and she took a seat. After that, Aesop went and settled at the opposite end of the table.

“Can we ask the quartet to play something... slower?” he said, “The piece they played is too bouncy. It doesn’t suit the mood.”

She blinked. “What mood are you thinking about?” she asked innocently.

The lump in his throat swelled and his palms felt sweaty. But he managed to answer with a nonchalant smile, “I... wish for a more sedate ambience... it’s much more conducive to conversations...”

She nodded in understanding. With a wave of her wand, the quartet switched to a slow and soft melody. The music was no longer lighthearted. It was now low, romantic, and seductive.

“Much better. At least it doesn’t sound like we’re in a tavern. Thank you.”

They started on the food. And it was heavenly. The roasted meat melted like butter in his mouth, and the gravy was smooth and flavorful. Aesop marveled at the house-elves' ability to create a quick, splendid meal. Perhaps he should show his gratitude to their skills tomorrow.

As he ate, he notices his date observing at him with half-lidded eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed upon his face. And he swallowed a mouthful of food nervously.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked as he wiped his lips with his napkin.

She giggled and rested her chin on her knuckles. “It’s been a while since I shared a meal like this. With someone...” she stared at her plate of food and said, “Someone special.”

“Kathrina...”

“This is so weird. I dine with friends and acquaintances. But never with someone I’m really interested in.”

Aesop’s lips parted slightly. Then he allowed them to curl up to form a genuine smile. “Me too... It’s been a long time... Never did I think I would find someone I enjoy sharing meals with again.”

His gaze locked with hers, and the invisible string once again drew him closer. Heat bloomed in his chest and spread through his body. He reached her hand across the table. The delicate features of her fingers traced the back of his palm. Their breaths mingled together, and he could see a blush on her cheeks.

Their faces were just inches apart...

“LOOK! IT’S ALREADY HAPPENING!”

A dozen of students rushed onto the balcony, making their way to the stone railings. The entire tower shook with their sudden movements, making Kathrina and Aesop yelp in surprise. Professors hid in tower corner, as the students gawked at skies.

Aesop muttered a curse as the tension once again popped like a balloon. He was so close, too! Just when he thought he could finally steal a kiss from her. The timing was perfect! Everything was going so well, until the Astronomy Club arrived to interrupt them!

“Why are you even here...?” he grumbled, “Aren’t you supposed to be in the Great Hall?”

“We wanted to get a better view of the meteor shower,” Amit replied while staring at the marvelous celestial event, “Sorry to intrude on your date. We’ll try to be quiet.”

The club members opened their star maps and telescopes, making notes of the event. Their quills scratched on the paper as they scribbled down the dates, times, and trajectories of the falling stars.

Meanwhile, Kathrina went back to her seat and started eating her supper. Her cheeks were still red with embarrassment, and Aesop’s blood boiled with rage. His plan was a total failure! Why could he not have a romantic evening with the woman he liked without some kind of interruption?!

Just as he was inwardly fuming, Kathrina once again held her hand and stroked the digits lovingly. She whispered, “There’s a spot in the balcony where we can watch the meteor shower. Want to come with me?”

He gulped and nodded his head. The gesture flicked the flames of desire within him. She pulled him towards a secluded area of the balcony, away from prying eyes. Flaming balls dropped from the dark, like fireflies in the night sky. As they watched in silence, Kathrina leaned into his broad frame. Aesop felt her silky tresses brush against his jaw, and her lavender perfume mingling with his earthy musk. With each passing second, she closed the gap between them.

Unconsciously, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. Though he was taller than her, he made sure Kathrina felt comfortable in his embrace. She hugged him back and placed her head against his shoulder.

The ooohs and aaaahs of the students grew so far away. All he could hear was the beating of his heart and her shallow breathing. The rest of the world vanished and became a blur. All he could see was her. There was nothing else in the universe except her. Not even the celestial display above them could rival the brilliant twinkle of her honey gold-colored eyes.

His hand snaked its way up to her neck as his thumb gently stroked her chin. The desire lingering behind those eyes mirrored his. But he kept his moves slow and steady. He did not want to scare her away with his passion. Giving her time to react, he lowered his head and whisked his lips over hers.

And she reached out and pressed her soft lips against his.

And on that very moment, time ceased to exist.

Aesop closed his eyes and savoured the moment. He was afraid that any movement or noise could ruin this special moment. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest. The roaring tempest of emotions within him made him feel like a child who received the greatest gift for Christmas. He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Merlin knows he wanted more than just a kiss. But would he be greedy in taking it? He didn’t know. And he would be happy to be contented with just this moment.

As they broke apart, he noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. The lustrous sheen in her eyes was so bright that it rivaled the sun itself.

“Wow that’s... amazing,” she said breathlessly as she smoothed the fabric of her dress, “So that’s what kissing you feels like.”

Aesop chuckled at how she attempted to play off the excitement and glee after the kiss they just shared. It was gratifying for him to know that someone he admired and liked felt the same. “First time?” he joked.

A ungodly snort came out of her. “Well, I don’t want to hurt your pride, but let’s say... yes and no,” she tapped her chin, pretending to think about it.

Aesop frowned. “Elaborate, please.”

She smirked and gave him a playful wink. “I don’t kiss and tell, Professor Sharp,” she giggled and resumed watching the meteor shower, “Don’t you have any decency not to pry into a lady’s secrets?”

“I’m still a trained Auror. Secrets are my specialty.”

She caressed his cheek. There was a hint of fondness in her expression, and a gentle smile tugged her lips. “Oh, Aesop. You wouldn’t be able to coax a single word out of me. So why try?” she booped his nose and smiled at him. “But to soothe your burning curiosity, allow me to say that you’re my first REAL kiss. Not my first kiss, but I would count our kiss as my real first.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But it satisfied him nonetheless. “That’s... better,” he said, returning the smile.

They continued watching the display with renewed interest. Aesop stole glances at the Alchemy Professor. There was a joyful twinkle in her eyes as she stared up at the stars. The light of the celestial objects painted a streak of light across her cheeks, giving her an ethereal glow.

He sighed and smiled. This was the best date he ever had in a long time. And it was all thanks to this woman.

***

After the festivities had died down, Aesop walked his date back to her quarters. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as his mind wandered to the possibilities of their next date. Or if she wanted to become his lover. But the question lingered. What if he rushed things? Would he look like a desperate fool?

As they reached the door of her chambers, Aesop cleared his throat, trying to look more of a gentleman and less of a lustful beast in front of the woman he desired. He placed his hands behind his back and stood straight.

“Thank you for coming with me today,” he started, “I never thought that I could have a pleasant day after all those events that happened.”

“You jest, right? That is the best Valentine’s Day Date I’ve ever been in,” she laughed. “I didn’t expect you to have a romantic, and lighter, side to you.”

“I have a lot of layers to unveil.”

“I think we’re both pretty complex,” she replied.

“Perhaps we’re made for each other, then?”

A blush crept up to her cheeks. Kathrina’s gaze darted away from his face. “I-I agree with you...” she said. “I’m not sure if I’m ready, but...” She lifted her head up and stared at him with eyes that only confirmed her hesitancy.

He could feel his ego deflating faster than a punctured bludger. “I can wait, Kathrina. I’m a patient man,” he said, trying to not look crestfallen.

She sighed softly, and her shoulders relaxed. “No. It’s not like that. It’s just... We barely know each other for a couple of months and I feel like it’s happening too fast...”

He shook his head. “I understand that. It’s quite overwhelming for me, too. I don’t want to rush things. As I’ve said, I can wait,” he said in a comforting tone. “Let’s just go slow. One day at a time.”

Kathrina reached out and held his hand. “Yes, that’s exactly what I feel. Thank you so much for understanding,” she said.

As silence lingered between them, Aesop kept his gaze fixed on her lovely face. Her round, pale face seemed to glow under the lamplight. The smooth curve of her cheeks, the delicate shape of her nose and chin, and her soft, cherry lips. They were all the traits he found most beautiful about her.

He took a step forward. And she did not try to back away. Their faces were inches apart. Her breaths tickled his skin, and he could smell the wine on her lips. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.

At the corner of his eye, he saw Peeves rushing towards them. His wicked grin spread from ear to ear as he clutched a couple of water balloons in his hands.

But this time, he was ready.

He pulled his coat off, tossing it over Kathrina’s head to shield her.

“NOT THIS TIME, YOU BLASTED CLOWN!”

SPLAT!

The water balloons hit his torso dead-on, spilling the cold liquid all over his dress shirt and waistcoat. Icy chills grasped his aching leg, but he ignored it. With a flick of his wand, he aimed at the poltergeist and yelled, “Rictusempra!”

BZZT!

The yellow bolt hit Peeves directly in the middle of his face, sending him spiraling backwards. Water balloon fragments splashed on the floor and the walls of the corridor. His maniacal laughter echoed through the passageway as he rolled away from them, laughing.

“Aesop, are you alright?” Kathrina asked after removing the coat from her head. Her honey-gold eyes searched his face in concern.

“Yes. I’m fine,” he said, smoothing his waistcoat and shirt with his hand, “Nothing a little drying charm can’t fix.” He reached out for the hem of his shirt and pulled the soaked fabric up from his skin. “How about you? Are you wet?” he asked.

She averted her gaze away from his bare abdomen. Her race turned bright red and her lips parted. “N-no... I’m okay...,” she squeaked.

He blinked. Why did she sound nervous? Then he realized his mistake and pulled his shirt down. “Oh... I apologize... I don’t want to make you uncomfortable... It was inappropriate of me to undress in front of a lady... Especially in the corridor where anyone could see us...”

With a quick deep breath, she looked at him in the eye. Her stiff posture told him that of the herculean effort not to stare anything below his neck. “Perhaps you can come inside my chambers and dry off there?” she offered, “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Aesop felt heat rising up his neck and ears. He never expected such a suggestion from her. “Are you sure? I can always clean myself up in my quarters,” he said, trying to control his thumping heart.

She bit her bottom lip nervously. “I insist. Consider it as my gratitude for shielding me from the prank attack.”

“Well I...” he stammered. All the bravado he showed earlier vanished as his imagination took him to places that he shouldn’t be. But he mentally slapped himself. He needed to remain calm and not let his raging hormones get the better of him. He had promised Kathrina that they would go slow. And he was staunchly determined to keep that promise.

She cleared her throat. “And... I’ve heard that you’re a connoisseur for fine spirits,” she kept her eyes fixed on the doorknob, “Maybe you’re interested in tasting the 150 year old Ogden’s Old Firewhisky I’ve got in my private stock? I’ve been waiting for a perfect chance to taste it. Maybe you would enjoy it more if you share it with a friend?”

His heart skipped a beat. This day could not get any better. “How could I refuse such an offer?” he grinned.

A shy smile and a bat of her eyelashes greeted him. “Wonderful,” she said before unlocking the door. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

He could not help but grin ear to ear as he followed her inside. Perhaps the day had not gone as bad as he thought.

Chapter 8: Memories of Scarborough

Summary:

Aesop wanted to help Kathrina, the new professor, to inform the muggle parents about their wizarding children. However, he did not expect that they would be assigned to a place he wished to forget: Scarborough. Would the memories of that place swallow him into the pits of despair or would he find the light he did not expect to see in that place?

Notes:

I swear I tried to write something funny for the "Scarborough" prompt.... But I just can't... (TT_TT)

Hope you enjoy it.

“Thank you for coming here on such a short notice,” Matilda smiled as she walked towards the head of the table, “There are way too much muggle-born students and I’m afraid I have to distribute these letters to you so you can visit them.”

Aesop leaned back in his chair and studied his colleagues. All the professors, except Black, seemed to be quite willing to undertake such a task. Normally, the task of explaining the existence of the wizarding world and Hogwarts to muggle parents fell on the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress. But considering who the current headmaster was, the duty fell on Professor Weasely’s shoulders alone. The one-foot stack of admission letters sitting quietly at the table told him that it would not be easy for a single person to do it alone.

Dinah raised her hand. “What do you need us to do?”

Matilda glanced at Dinah briefly before directing her attention to everyone else. “Well, given how this number has risen higher than last year's record, it’s not possible for me to explain to each muggle parent of their child’s current... circumstances. I can imagine that their child suddenly performing magic in front of their eyes is very perplexing to these non-magical families. Therefore, the Professors who have not been tasked with other responsibilities will have to pay these families a visit and help clear up the situation.”

“I agree,” Mirabel nodded. “It is hard to be a witch, especially when your family doesn’t know anything about the magical world. Without guidance from a wizard or witch, these letters will be ignored. And the poor young witches or wizards are likely to be abused, ostracized, abandoned even.”

She let out a heavy sigh before glancing at Matilda. “I’ll do whatever I can to ensure that never happens.”

“That’s great then.” Matilda smiled. She looked at the rows of professors in front of her. “Any questions or concerns?”

Aesop looked down at his teacup. He wanted to help Matilda, but doubts quickly invaded his mind. The terrifying gash on his face made him more fearsome than the other wizards, and he was aware of it. Some people back in his Auror days had also told him how his towering, imposing figure struck fear into many others. Not only that, could his leg hold up? Maybe for short distances, but travelling around the country without rest wasn’t something his damaged leg could manage easily.

With a shaking hand, he slowly raised his hand. But then he stopped mid-way.

No. He had never made his injury an excuse for himself. No matter what anyone said, he refused to let himself think he was weak and helpless. He would go as far as refusing to use a cane in front of his students and co-workers unless his injury acted up badly. If he opposes, he may say it's because he doesn't want to scare the young, impressionable muggle children and their families. His reason would never be about his leg.

But would excusing himself betray his duty as a professor?

As he battled with himself, another professor raised her hand.

“Um, Professor Weasely, may I have a word?” Kathrina chimed in with a concerned look in her eye.

“Go ahead, Professor Holmes.”

The new professor gave each of them a brief glance before standing up. “I suppose that you are aware that I worked as an alchemist in Cairo for quite some time before accepting this position at Hogwarts. Since most of these students are from the northern part of England, I might be a little unfamiliar with the area,” she said apologetically. “I am willing to help. But I’m afraid that I might cause inconvenience to those students and their family if you assign me to handle the admission letters by myself.”

“I’ll assist her.”

Matilda and the other professors let out a soft gasp. They all looked at Aesop as if he had grown two heads. He sat motionless, hoping that none of his internal discomfort was showing on his face. As silence filled the air, he cursed himself internally for mindlessly blurting things out and now being trapped in an unwanted awkwardness.

Why must he stick up his neck? He did not know Professor Holmes personally. Why should he feel obligated to help her?

“Professor Sharp?” Professor Weasely tilted her head slightly and broke the uncomfortable stillness in the room. “Are you sure?”

He sighed. He had already given his word, Merlin damn him if he didn’t keep it. Squaring his shoulders, mentally bracing himself to carry the weight of his words. “Professor Weasely, realistically, I believe I won’t be able to complete this task alone,” he said as he gestured on his scar, “The chances of them getting terrified at my appearance will be rather high and they will start to think twice about their child studying here.”

The other professors slowly nodded in agreement. Aesop knew that his colleagues had thought of him to be a rather intimidating person, especially with his gruff attitude and his massive height. Of course, no one could blame them - a giant with a scar and a perpetual scowl on his face was almost as frightening as a troll.

Matilda stood quietly and studied him. The concern in her eyes gave away just how deep her inner kindness went, even though he had no intention of seeing it himself.

“Very well. You and Professor Holmes will work together to deliver these letters to all the families in the northwestern side of Yorkshire.”

The location struck him like lightning. But he tried to compose himself. “Don’t tell me those students are in—”

“Majority live in Scarborough,” the Deputy Headmistress answered gently, “But we might have one in York and Leeds, so you’re free to check on them as well while you’re there.”

The name sent a wave of vertigo through his body. The sudden dizziness overwhelmed him as flashes of his memory resurfaced in his mind. It all felt as if he had been violently thrown back to the scene again.

Scarborough, the harbour, the gray sky, the strong scent of seawater, fire, lightning, hurricane, bursts of magic, the screaming smugglers... Alexander.

Xander, his Auror partner and best friend.

His jaw tightened at the painful memory.

Aesop gritted his teeth and let his eyes drift off to a corner of the room to avoid their prying gazes. All the surrounding sounds turned into white noise as memories consumed every cell in his brain. A cold shiver crawled across his spine as he realized he couldn’t keep his hands from shaking. He had always told himself that it was all in the past. Those memories would fade with time. He’d move on with his life, heal. But apparently, it appeared to him that he hadn’t healed enough to the point of letting go of his past mistakes and losses.

Despite Aesop’s attempt to mask his growing panic, his fellow teachers picked up on his anxiousness. He looked up and saw Professor Holmes staring at him. Her honey gold eyes were brimming with worry, probably thinking of ways to turn down his offer. The woman may be a total stranger to him, but he recognized that look of pity and sympathy. He had seen that look thousands of times as he lay bedridden in St. Mungo’s right after his injury.

“Are you well, Professor Sharp?” she asked.

He took a sip of the tea and set the cup back down. He stared deeply into the pale, swirling liquid. “Perfectly fine,” he answered.

“If you want to—”

“I said, I’m fine.” He spat, cutting Kathrina short.

Another heavy silence hung on the staff room as Aesop found himself staring back into his coworkers’ confused, worried looks. He cleared his throat and muttered, “Pardon my rude behaviour. I will make sure to have my work done properly,” before taking another sip of his tea, trying to ignore their stares.

The meeting went on as Matilda discussed the procedure in explaining Hogwarts to muggle families. But as for Aesop, his mind remained a stormy sea of thoughts as anxiety settled in. Perhaps letting Kathrina do all the talking would be the best decision. Yes, that’s what he would do. He would only talk whenever he’s asked, and focus on navigating them to the students’ homes, nothing else.

Because if he lost control, it would just make the parents refuse to send their children here even further.

And that was not something he was ready to take responsibility for.

After all, he already had one grave mistake hanging over his head. He did not want to make another.

***

Aesop watched as Kathrina kept her eyes glued to the window of their carriage. The excitement in her eyes mirrored a child’s. If he guessed it right, this would be her first time venturing beyond Hogwarts. Thus, he completely understood her excitement and eagerness to explore and see everything.

Still, he was aware that his colleague was around his age. And at his age, no one should be that full of wonder over such mundane sights. He silently hoped that this journey wouldn’t take too long. Having to deal with her unrelenting questions about the fishing boats or the colourful houses was the last thing he wanted to have to deal with during his working hours.

He cleared his throat as he sorted out the stack of letters beside him. “Louise Bennett lives in Falsgrave, so we would arrive there sooner,” he informed Kathrina. “I suggest we start there, then work towards South Bay.”

The Alchemy professor tore her attention away from the view and directed it at him. “Wow, you really know your way around Scarborough!” she exclaimed. “Do you come here often, Professor Sharp?”

“We were given maps, remember?” he snapped. He did not want to admit that he and Alexander were given frequent assignments regarding the magical disturbances that occurred in that part of town. With the smuggling rings scattered throughout Scarborough, the Ministry of Magic had to deploy multiple Aurors to raid them before the illegal trades spread. Memories of him and Xander having the time of their lives investigating and interrogating smugglers were fresh in his mind. The bittersweet feeling tugged at him as he sat back and closed his eyes.

Memories from his Auror days weren’t exactly easy to relive. Especially the ones that involved Alexander.

Kathrina opened her mouth, but she shut it immediately as she noticed how sharp he sounded. For a moment, Aesop was glad that his colleague decided against asking him more questions. He didn't want to be impolite to her, as she was so kind. And if she kept on barraging him with questions, who knows if she would finally hit the nerve and send him to spiral back into those unpleasant memories?

Saying he was fine last night doesn't guarantee his sincerity.

The carriage car halted to a stop, and the coach announced, “Falsgrave, sirs!”

“Let’s go.” Aesop opened the door and stepped out onto the gravel of a garden path. The moment he moved his left leg, red hot burning pain shot through his entire thigh and lower spine. He clenched his teeth and hissed in pain. He masked his pain, fearing Kathrina's perception of his weakness. With as much composure as he could muster, he straightened himself and fixed his suit to give off the impression that he was perfectly normal.

He then reached out his hand and helped Professor Holmes out of the carriage. Although the Alchemy professor seemed surprised when Aesop offered his hand, she accepted anyway and thanked him for being a gentleman. He just gave her a slight nod in response and released her hand after setting her safely on the ground.

A lovely cottage stood before them at the end of the stone pathway. Warm sunlight shone upon the white-washed walls, making them brighter and lovelier than before. Rows of yellow primroses lined along the sides, forming a pretty contrast between dark green leaves and bright petals. On the front porch were several rocking chairs, looking like they were inviting travellers to sit down and rest.

“After you, Professor Holmes,” Aesop said.

“Thank you, Professor Sharp,” she smiled and led the way up to the cottage front door. She knocked on the wooden door three times before speaking. “Good day. May we know if Missus Bennett resides in this home?”

Shuffling sounds echoed behind the door. With a tiny creek, the door slowly swung open, revealing a thin man with greying hair wearing glasses. Behind them were a woman and a small girl peeking from the gap between her husband’s body. He looked at her with a suspicious, yet still polite, look. But when his gaze fell on Aesop, he visibly flinched.

It was probably his scar again. That damned scar, which could either strike fear in others or make them wary of him.

He forced himself to let the friendliest smile he could conjure. But he did not know if he looked convincing or not. It had been years since he had to smile so genuinely that he was not sure if he remembered how to do it. “May we please talk with Missus Louise Bennett?” he asked as politely as he could.

The man hesitated. “What do you want with my daughter?” he asked.

“Mr. Bennett, I am Professor Kathrina Holmes and this is my colleague, Professor Aesop Sharp. We believe your daughter is an upcoming witch,” Kathrina replied, “And we wish to inform you and her about the opportunity to study in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

The woman behind him flinched and wrapped her arms tightly around her little girl’s shoulders. She stared at Kathrina and whispered something into her husband’s ear. The man eyed them suspiciously for a minute or two and eventually turned his attention to Professor Holmes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied stiffly. “My little girl isn’t a witch. What nonsense do you keep spewing?”

Aesop frowned at the hostility in Mr. Bennett’s voice. The Auror in him jumped into action as his mind went into interrogation mode. “Have you witnessed her perform any odd behavior as of lately, perhaps strange magical happenings?” he pressed. “Did she possibly show some sort of magical abilities in public? Hiding such matter will not only lead you into trouble, but it will also compromise her safety.”

As the muggle parents gasped in horror, Kathrina wheeled around with a shocked expression on her face. She took a step closer and lowered her voice into a hushed whisper, “Professor Sharp! I thought I—”

“Mr. Bennett, your daughter will not be in danger in our school,” he cut the Alchemy professor off. He leaned forward and continued, “But she will be in danger if her talents are ignored.”

“Excuse me?” Mrs. Bennett peeked out from behind her husband’s shoulder. “How?”

At the corner of his eye, he saw Kathrina internally panicking. But he could not stop now. “Magic is like a muscle, you have to train it every once in a while, or else it will get out of control,” he explained calmly, “It is best for us to have her attend Hogwarts and study how to channel it as safely and responsibly as possible.”

“Or what?”

Aesop furrowed his eyebrows at the tone in the middle-aged man’s voice. “Or she will turn her house upside-down and accidentally injure her loved ones due to her lack of knowledge about using magic,” he responded firmly. “She will become a walking hazard.”

The child cried while her mother held her close to her chest. The parents exchanged whispers amongst themselves, seemingly fighting about whether to listen or not. Meanwhile, Kathrina stood there, staring at the Bennetts, then back at Aesop, then back at the Bennetts, and at Aesop again, looking like a confused owl.

Finally, she gave a defeated sigh, grabbed his arm, and pulled him aside. “I’ll do it,” she declared. Clearing her throat, she approached the Bennets. The calm aura seemed to flow through her as she talked to the distressed parents.

“Now, I understand that this seems unusual, so we’re sorry for suddenly appearing at your doorstep,” Professor Holmes said. “Professor Sharp is merely concerned about your safety and that of your family, as it is his nature.”

The Bennett’s attention shifted to them once more. Mr. Bennett faced him with an unhappy grimace. “Are you saying that my daughter is in danger because she... she... can do this... magic, or whatever it is that you’ve been going on about?” he hissed.

Kathrina’s composure remained still as a lake. Aesop studied her as she calmly tried to ease the muggles’ worries about their daughter. Somehow, there was soothing in her demeanor that made others trust her. “No, of course not,” she shook her head, “Forgive us for making it sound like she’s in grave danger. Allow me to clarify my colleague’s words. Performing magical feats is just like a scientist conducting experiments. Safely performing these experiments without causing accidents requires great skill and knowledge. Neither skill is cursed, in any way. What matters is Louise knowing how to handle it responsibly.”

The Bennetts exchanged glances with each other for a few moments. Then Mr. Bennet opened his door wider. “Come in. We need to discuss this inside,” he said, gesturing to them to enter, “Before someone hears you.”

Kathrina sighed with relief, winked at Aesop, and entered the house. He shrugged and followed suit.

Time seemed to fly by as they both visited five more families. Aesop had learned how to better address the nervous parents’ doubts and questions about magic and Hogwarts, thanks to Kathrina’s guidance. The children (and Kathrina) were captivated by his stories as an Auror, curious about the villains he battled. And just how he could catch those dark wizards while keeping himself safe. While it made him uncomfortable to talk about his achievements as an Auror, the adoring looks and sparkling eyes on the children’s faces somewhat helped him to endure these awkward situations.

Without him knowing it, they were down to the last envelope on their list. He looked at his pocket watch and sighed in relief. It read 4:06 in the afternoon.

“The last one is Jan Morrison, who lives in South Bay,” Kathrina read aloud. “It’s nearby so we can walk — hey!”

A gust of wind whisked through the air and carried away the letter they were supposed to deliver to their final student. Aesop and Kathrina chased the piece of paper as the parchment flew away with its corners flapping in the wind.

His leg protested in protest with each step that he took. But Aesop couldn’t afford to waste time. He chased after the letter as his colleague ran right behind him.

After a brief chase, he managed to grab the letter. He caught it in his grasp and tucked it underneath his arm while panting heavily. He closed his eyes as he struggled to recover his breath. “Finally, we can finish this, right, Professor Holmes?”

There was no answer.

He looked around.

Kathrina was nowhere in sight.

“Professor Holmes?” he called out, “Professor Holmes!?”

Only the crowd of muggles going about their day replied back. Their voices carried off into the summer breeze as they minded their own business.

He shook his head. “Dammit.”

He quickly looked around once more to confirm it wasn't his imagination.

When he confirmed that she was indeed missing, he grumbled under his breath. The missing professor was now his next task to find. Perfect. Just wonderful.

He squatted and scanned the ground for signs of where she might have gone. The fresh footprints of dress shoes pointed him west, in the direction of the ocean. As he walked, he found traces that suggested she had taken off toward the beach. Her footsteps marked the sand and led him to her.

But as he walked through the narrow pathways, the familiar rows of buildings flooded him with memories that long lay hidden beneath the depths. Despite himself, he looked up and allowed himself to drink in the nostalgia.

He saw shadows of him and Alexander, zipping through the streets with their apparition skills. His tall stature matched his friend’s well, despite being about a head taller. And those gleaming chocolate brown eyes filled with excitement whenever they came close to catching a criminal.

“Loser gets to pay for the firewhisky,” he recalled Xander tauntingly smirk at him just seconds before disappearing into thin air, only to reappear mere seconds later standing next to a fugitive, grinning like an idiot.

Aesop smiled as he recalled the memory. A stingy, sharp pain stabbed at his heart as he blinked and watched his surroundings transform back to the present time. He knew the job of an Auror was a dangerous one. But despite the difficulty, he had never felt it when he was with his best friend. Xander had a way of making people feel comfortable and relaxed in the worst situations possible. Even though he wasn’t the most serious Auror in the Ministry of Magic, he was definitely a genius duelist and spell caster.

Tears stung his eyes as he forced himself to keep moving. The sooner he found his colleague, the sooner they could deliver that blasted letter and return to the comfort of their rooms at the castle.

Staying way too long in Scarborough would drag him down to a place he had spent so long trying to avoid. And he could not afford to let himself sink there ever again.

Suddenly, a strange feeling occurred to him. A pair of eyes burned into the back of his skull like a red-hot brand searing into his flesh. His instincts told him that whoever was watching him meant him harm. With a subtle move, he reached for his wand, hiding the movement behind his arm as if he was rubbing his scarred cheek.

Suddenly, a metallic glint caught the light amidst the grey smoke. From a dark alleyway, it flung itself toward his face.

“Prote—ACK!”

A hard thump struck Aesop square on the head and sent him flying backwards. Pain exploded on his forehead.

“GO AWAY, YOU BLOODY BUGGER!”

A child, around ten or eleven, stood in the darkness of the alleyway, pointing a butter knife in his general direction. His mop of messy black hair and his dirt-stained freckled cheeks gave away his poverty and unkempt condition. Though he was aiming the half rusted knife at him, Aesop quickly noticed that the boy’s hand was trembling so badly that he might drop the thing in a heartbeat. Not to mention the kid looked absolutely terrified.

He hid his wand and raised his hand. “I’m not going to harm you,” Aesop said gently, “I’m just looking for—”

“Bugger off!!” the child shouted again as he waved his knife in front of him, “We don’t want you here!”

Aesop arched his eyebrows at his aggressor. He did not know where this ire came from, but he knew he didn’t want to add fuel to the flames.

While pondering how to handle the child, a voice called out. “Jan? Do we have a visitor? What are you doing there?”

From the shadows, a middle-aged woman with long, flowing, raven black hair appeared. She walked up to the boy named Jan and gently patted him on the shoulder. The gaunt look on her face showed obvious signs of starvation and exhaustion. Dark bags hung under her eyes from all the sleepless nights.

The boy named Jan pouted. “It’s him, right? He’s the man you’re talking about!” he jumped up and down while pointing his butter knife at him.

Aesop frowned. He did not understand how the kid recognized him, nor what he could’ve possibly done to him in the past that would make him treat him with such venom. And he swore he had never seen the woman before in his entire life!

“Jan, be nice,” she chided lightly. “We haven’t even properly greeted our guests and yet here you are, yelling at them?”

“But—!”

“Jan, please. Do we treat strangers without introduction?” the woman calmly tilted her head as she scolded the child. But from the look in her eyes, Aesop could see she was extremely worried about something. Her glances shifted from him to the child, to their surroundings every second, as if she feared someone would hear them.

Whoever she was, she clearly was in distress.

He cleared his throat. “My name is Professor Aesop Sharp. I don’t mean any harm. I’m just looking for my colleague. She seemed to have run this way earlier.”

The woman nodded. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that. But may I treat this wound first?” She gestured at his forehead. “You’re bleeding.”

Aesop instinctively touched the part she pointed at with her finger, and he grimaced when he felt the warm, sticky liquid oozing out of his skin. “I apologize for disturbing you, Miss...”

The woman’s smile was painfully bright. “Linda. Linda Morrison.”

The realization struck him hard and fast. He blinked twice at her. “Any relation to the young Mister Jan here?” he asked.

“Oh, he’s my son.”

He quickly pulled out the letter and unfolded the parchment, skimming through the contents until he found the surname of the person it was addressed to: Morrison.

“Oh...” he cleared his throat and stood straight. “May I talk to you and your husband, then? I want to discuss with you a rather important issue that has come to our attention about your son, Jan.”

Her face paled. “Um, my husband has passed away...” she said weakly, “So I believe I’m the only adult at home for the time being.”

He mentally slapped himself. What an utterly rude way to address a mourning woman! “Apologies. I did not mean to—”

“It’s alright. Do you want to come inside and discuss this over tea? It’s a bit chilly outside. It seems that the sky is preparing for the evening, judging from how it looks now,” she asked with a worried smile.

He nodded mutely as he followed her and Jan, who still sulked, into her house.

Aesop observed the interior of the tiny house and realized that it was just as worn down as its inhabitants. The pale room's edges revealed the family's struggle in this rough part of town.

Poor conditions aside, everything was neatly placed in their rightful places. The smell of spices being cooked in the kitchen drifted up to his nose, tempting him to lean in and breathe more of its aroma. The shelves were filled with beautifully handcrafted objects, all painted in unique colors and patterns that brought life into this humble cottage.

He found himself stunned at such simple yet stunning decorations. There was a sense of comfort in the house despite looking bare at first glance. The space radiated coziness that lured his soul and mind like a gentle caress on a rainy day.

“Please have a seat, Professor Sharp,” she offered politely as she went to a nearby cupboard. After rummaging through the contents inside, she returned with a small cloth and a basin filled with clean water. She dipped the cloth into the liquid, wringing out the excess moisture, and began to dab at the dried blood on Aesop’s forehead.

He held his breath as the sting of his wound pulsed through his body. Despite his surprise at the injury's pain, he was taken aback by his host's calm demeanor while tending to it.

With a satisfied smile, she put down the cloth back in the basin. “I’m glad that it doesn’t need any stitches,” she said. “Now, may I know why you are looking for my son?”

He straightened up in his chair, trying to look professional. “Each year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry accepts a select group of students with extraordinary potential to attend our academy and study magic. And it is with great pleasure and pride that we wish to offer your son a position at Hogwarts.”

She looked down and took a deep breath. He expected her to be confused or ask further questions about magic, as other parents had previously. However, instead, her reaction was unexpectedly accepting.

Jan, sitting beside his mother, protested. “I’m not coming with that bad man!” he said. “He’s one of the men who hurt you, right, Mum?”

Hurt her?

Aesop cocked his head sideways in confusion. “I’m afraid you must’ve mistaken me for someone else,” he stated slowly. “I assure you that this is the first time I’ve met your mother.”

“But the stories—”

“Jan,” Mrs. Morrison whispered, “He is not the ones from the stories I tell you.”

The boy glared at him. “Then why does he look like the other ugly scoundrels?”

Aesop tried to keep his expression neutral, but he could not help but feel offended.

She chuckled at his reaction and smiled apologetically at him. “Excuse my son. He got this trait from his late father.” she said, “But I suppose even you have already forgotten who I am, Professor Sharp.”

He shook his head and tried to remember. “Mrs. Morrison, forgive me. But I really cannot recall who you are,” he confessed.

She nodded. “I see. There are people who tried to wipe away my memory about that incident. Perhaps I’m just collateral damage.”

“What incident?” he asked. “If it helps refresh my memory, could you share what happened?”

“Scarborough... Around 8 years ago.”

He clenched his fists. That was the moment that turned his life upside down and gave him a limp for the rest of his life.

“During the smuggling operation... I was walking down the wharf after selling some herbs to the merchants there. I heard screams and thunderclaps... So I peeked out, and I saw...”

He nodded. “You’re the one the smugglers took hostage during the ambush...” his voice trailed to a whisper. His mind was again thrown to the event where it happened.

***

Scarborough Docks, 8 years ago

Burts of magic whizzed past his head as he dashed to the nearest cover. As waves of dark wizards closed in on their position, Aesop cursed himself for being too reckless. He should have seen the ambush coming. Why assume it would be another day of easily apprehending criminals?

He glanced to his left, spotting his colleague taking shelter behind an empty wagon.

Xander blindly fired a couple of magic bursts. “We’ve got to call for reinforcements!” he shouted as he deflected several spells that were launched in his direction. “Get out of here! They’re starting to box us in!”

“I’m not leaving you here by yourself!” Aesop exclaimed as he pulled out his wand and shot two dark wizards in quick succession.

His partner smirked as he threw the incoming attackers with a flick of his wand. “What, Ace? You think they’ll take me out that easily?”

“No, I won’t leave my brother hanging like that!”

A flash of emotion flickered across Xander’s face before his signature playful grin resurfaced. He laughed and threw himself into the fray. “You’re too dramatic, Ace. These stinky docks won’t become my grave just yet!”

“Don’t joke with your life like that, Xander,” he grunted as a bolt of magic grazed his arm, burning the fabric and melting his flesh. He fished out a bottle of Wiggenweld Potion and downed it to heal himself before tossing the vial into a crowd of incoming enemies.

They fought together with such fluidity that it almost seemed like a rehearsed dance routine. But no matter the skill they had, the attackers kept on flooding towards them like a swarm of locusts. It felt like the number of dark wizards and smugglers was endless.

Then, in the midst of all the fighting, a piercing shriek cut through the chaotic noises. “Let me go, please! Somebody, help!!!”

Both Aesop and Xander paused upon hearing the scream. At the edge of the docks, a group of smugglers took a woman hostage and were threatening to toss her into the sea. She squirmed as she tried to break free from their grasp.

“Those bastards,” he cursed. But when he was about to rush in and save her, a group of smugglers blocked his path.

Xander clicked his tongue in annoyance. “You get the chick. I’ll take care of the wankers. Don’t worry, I’ll cover you.”

“Just don’t die while I’m gone,” he teased before casting his patronus to clear his path and bolted to the scene.

The wolf patronus galloped through the battle, forcing the attackers to dive for cover and giving Aesop a clear opening to the woman. He aimed his wand at the smugglers. “Diffindo!”

Waves of magic sliced through the air and shredded the robes of several wizards and sending others flying across the wharf. Seeing an opening, he ducked under a falling crate and rushed to grab the hostage. Casting another hex, he managed to knock away a smuggler trying to stop him, giving him enough time to reach the woman’s side.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you get to safety,” he said as he disarmed another attacker that came barreling towards him. He waved his wand and loosed the rope around her waist.

Before he could guide her to his safe spot, a blasting curse whizzed past his head, so close to hitting him if he hadn’t dodged at the last minute. He guided her to a nearby crevice for safety and erected a shield. “Stay here. I’ll handle this,” he ordered firmly.

And he made a quick work on those who dared to attack him. No more, no less. He never enjoyed killing, not even his sworn enemies. But he did what he had to do to get rid of anyone who got in his way. And these smugglers were no different from the criminals he had dealt with in the past.

Making sure it was safe, he moved the woman to a safer spot. Aesop peered out and spotted his partner struggling in the distance, surrounded by numerous smugglers and dark wizards.

“Just run and don’t look back,” Aesop told the woman. He raised his wand to summon a distraction when something collided into him, knocking him against a stack of boxes and causing his vision to spin.

As he struggled to get up, he saw Xander screaming and rushing towards him. He wanted to warn his friend, but his soul felt disconnected from his body, like a puppet whose strings had been slashed, rendering it helpless and immovable.

Then the dark wizard approached his partner. The rage on Alexander’s face was unforgettable. But so was the agonizing pain that followed after he was hit by a nasty blasting curse. He clutched his side, but he fought back with all his might. The two exchanged blows as their wands flashed back and forth between each other.

Despite the distance between them, Aesop watched as Xander bravely continued to fight alone. Crimson streaks flowed freely from his wounds, but his eyes burned with determination. Wave after wave, he dueled against his assailant with unrelenting force. But the dark wizard equally matched his fervor.

And in a final exchange of blows, both his best friend and the attacker crumpled to the ground, motionless.

***

Present

Aesop sat there frozen in time as he recalled the bitter memories. Even after all those years, he could still remember everything as if it had happened just yesterday. The fear, the desperation, the sound of Alexander’s voice crying out for his help, the smell of tangy iron mixed with seawater — it haunted his dreams at night whenever he was too exhausted to keep it buried deep within his consciousness.

“But... You’re supposed to forget all those things,” Aesop said. “You’re a muggle. And that’s what the Obliviators do. Erase those memories from muggles, so the community stays hidden and the magical law remains protected.”

Mrs. Morrison nodded. “Yes. They did. I lived a blissful life... That was until I saw fire lighting up from Jan’s fingertips one night.” she gave a soft laugh and ruffled her son’s hair. But when Jan frowned, she immediately smoothed down the unruly locks.

“I guess the Obliviator did not do his job right, and for that, I sincerely apologize. Now your memories have been brought back and caused you a lot of trouble.”

She shook her head. “No. I think I should be thankful for it. If Jan appeared like that, with no recollection of the magical world, it would be extremely frightening.”

Aesop frowned. “But the memories...” he began.

“I’m sorry about what happened to your friend, Professor Sharp. But I want you to know that I’m sincerely grateful for what you and your partner did that day,” Linda said as she grabbed Aesop’s hand and gripped it tightly, “I don’t know what will happen to my boy if he found out that he has talents like yours. No one to explain he's not cursed, nothing wrong with him.”

He lowered his eyes and exhaled. “All my life, I blamed myself for making the wrong call. I was arrogant and trapped both him and myself. But now...” He stopped.

“Maybe that was a fate you two could not avoid? But either way, there is no use in dwelling in the past,” Mrs. Morrison reassured. “It may sound presumptuous on my part, but perhaps through your sacrifice, a new wizard has continued to exist?”

Aesop looked at the young boy and his mother. If he had avoided the bait of the lone smuggler in the trap, what might have happened to the future wizard's mother they were rescuing? Or would he or she have just perished amid the chaos of the battle?

Linda took his hands and squeezed it gently. “Sometimes we just have to make peace with our circumstances and hope that our choices lead us to a good outcome. Isn’t that what your friend would want you to do too? I believe if he knew you are blaming yourself for all these years, would that bring him happiness?”

Aesop felt as if his lungs were burning from lack of air. He blinked away the tears that pooled at the edges of his eyes. “I...” he said.

She shook her head. “It’s alright if you don’t feel ready or prepared to say or do anything, but perhaps consider that one day you might be?” she smiled, “As long as you decide that you’ll soon let go of the burden, then maybe someday, you’ll be able to be free again?”

A heavy sigh escaped him, and he ran a hand over his tired face. This meeting was not what he expected. Yet he somehow managed to receive some closure for a decade’s worth of guilt. The weight on his shoulders eased up ever so slightly and made him feel lighter, less constricted by the invisible coil that continued to squeeze his soul. He smiled at his host with newfound appreciation.

Mrs. Morrison returned the gesture and motioned her hand for the child to approach him.

The boy shyly shuffled and looked at Aesop in the eye. “So you are the one who saved my mum,” he whispered. “Thank you. Um... Sorry that I yelled at you earlier.”

“It’s fine.”

“And did you rescue her with your magic?” he asked eagerly.

“Yes.”

The boy’s eyes glowed with excitement. “Wicked! I want to learn that too, so I can protect my mum from bad guys!”

The child’s innocence touched something within Aesop that he forgot even existed: joy. His smile reminded his and Xander’s grins when they received their Auror badge for the very first time. With stars sparkling in their eyes, they looked at each other and embraced after such a difficult exam. The world felt colorful and exciting. The possibilities were endless.

But that feeling faded like a flickering flame in the wind. When the light vanished behind his best friend’s eyes, it was like the sun disappeared for forever. The frigid cold had become his home, with only the warmth of the firewhisky to keep him alive.

Now, that light resurrected from embers, awakening forgotten sensation within him. “So you are eager to start using magic?”

The boy grinned and nodded.

“Then welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Morrison,” he said and handed the acceptance letter to the child. “We’ll see you in September.”

The boy took the envelope gingerly and gazed at the seal stamped onto the back before carefully peeling it open. His eyes widened as he unfolded the letter and read every word etched on the parchment.

“But what about the supplies and clothes? We can’t afford anything here,” his mother interjected. “I don’t want to ask from relatives anymore.”

“We do have programs to assist students with financial difficulties to ensure equal access to education,” Aesop said as he handed Jan a scroll that held information about those programs, along with an instruction on how to apply. “As long as he does well in school, he’ll be eligible to receive a scholarship that can cover his expenses.”

“Really?” Mrs. Morrison breathed, “I can’t believe that such kindness exists.”

He just smiled awkwardly in response. “It is not a known program around Hogwarts. But some alumni founded it to support muggle-borns who struggle with magical learning, especially because magic is usually not seen in this area.”

“Thank you, Professor Sharp! I’m going to study really hard so I can become a wonderful wizard like you!” Jan jumped in excitement. “I won’t disappoint you!”

A soft glow blossomed in his heart as he listened to the kid’s words. But then, a thought popped up in his mind, bringing him back into the present reality: where did Professor Holmes wander off to? How long had it been since she disappeared?

Suddenly, the distant sounds of panicked shouting came outside. “Professor Sharp, where are you?! Professor Sharp?!”

Aesop jumped out of his seat and walked to the front door. He swung it open to reveal Professor Holmes running frantically down the path, her shoes clattering as she ran blindly like a headless chicken. Her white coat flapped wildly behind her as the strong winds blew through the narrow alleyways and streets of this small village.

He cleared his throat. “Professor Holmes?”

She skidded to a stop and whipped her head toward him. The panic immediately melted from her face as relief filled its place, though not entirely erasing it completely. “Professor Sharp! Oh, I deeply apologize. I thought I was being clever by trying to go around the block and try to catch the letter on the other side. But I must have taken the wrong turn and ended up lost,” she jogged up to him and bowed, “And we still have to find Jan Morrison, do we not?”

“Well, there’s no need to worry about that,” Aesop said calmly as he stepped to the side, revealing the Morrison family behind him. Mrs. Morrison giggled and waved her hand while her son shyly followed suit, a bit hesitant in the movement.

With a sigh of relief, the Alchemy professor placed a hand on her chest and straightened up. “Uh, greetings, I am Professor Kathrina Holmes, Alchemy Professor,” she smiled, “Apologies for my tardiness. May I know if you still have any questions concerning your son’s acceptance at our school?”

Mrs. Morrison chuckled nervously. “Ah, no ma’am. Professor Sharp here explained everything perfectly.”

His colleague gasped and looked at Aesop incredulously. “You did?”

“What? Did you not expect me to?” he asked dryly.

“Err... Well... It is not that,” she scratched the back of her head, “It’s just—you’re actually quite nice if you’d give it some thought?”

He crossed his arms and stared at her. While he understood her reaction, he wanted to tease her about it a little more. “What do you mean by that? Have you judged me that quickly?” he tried his best to be as poker-faced as possible.

“What, no!” She shook her hands wildly in front of him, “I didn’t mean to judge. It’s just that, you’re very grouchy—no, that’s not the word—mean? NO! Not mean! Umm...” she pursed her lips as if contemplating her next word, “Prickly?” she squeaked.

He cocked an eyebrow. But this time, the smirk that appeared on his face was genuine. “Interesting choice of words. I never got that kind of description before.”

Crimson spread across Kathrina’s cheeks. She stood speechless and flustered, like a child caught stealing dessert.

He laughed and gestured to the woman and the boy. “I believe my colleague and I have to return to Hogwarts. Should you have any concerns, you can find the instructions how to send a letter to us on the back of the scroll I gave you earlier,” he said, “Otherwise, I bid you and Mr. Morrison a good night, Mrs. Morrison.”

She smiled warmly and nodded. “Of course. Thank you, Professor Sharp and Professor Holmes. Safe travels!”

As they walked back to where they would wait for their carriage, Aesop felt a weird feeling inside his gut. It wasn’t the feeling of having indigestion or the onset of illness, but an odd sensation he couldn’t place his finger on. His leg, though still in pain, seemed to have regained enough strength to carry his full weight with little complaint. Despite years of injuries, his left shoulder didn't ache as much. The dryness that he felt in his bones due to lack of proper sleep dissipated. His mind was sharper than it had ever been in years.

What happened to him?

He glimpsed a familiar place he used to visit with Alexander. The spot overlooking the wharf, where the sea met the shore. For a while, he saw his friend and him sitting on one of those wooden benches, eating hot fish and chips drenched in vinegar and malt and drinking firewhisky straight out of the bottles. Just laughing about how crazy the days have been, whether it’s dealing with unruly dark wizards or just a stupid incident that occurred in the office.

“Do you mind if we drop by somewhere real quick? There’s something I need to visit,” Aesop said quietly as he headed towards the docks.

“Uh, of course, Professor Sharp,” he heard Kathrina say.

He limped towards their favorite bench and studied it. The wood stayed strong despite the ravages of time and elements. As his fingers glided across the rough surface, he could not help but marvel at the memories that this object represented. And in that very moment, all the good moments he had spent with his best friend replayed in his mind.

He fished the flask of firewhisky in the pocket of his coat and opened the cap. Gently, he poured the amber liquid over the ground in front of the bench. “For you, Xander. I hope you are having fun wherever you are.”

When the alcohol ran out, he stared at the spot on the empty bench for several seconds before turning and walking away. He needed to move forward. Maybe not today, but definitely someday.

Kathrina lingered at the entrance of the dock. But upon seeing him nearing the gate, she walked beside him without asking any more questions. She kept silent most of the time while they waited for their ride back to Hogwarts. Her face was filled with curiosity, but she kept her thoughts to herself as they rode in comfortable silence back home.

For the first time in his life, he did something that even he himself never imagined doing. “I had a friend named Alexander Brightborne. He worked as an Auror in the Ministry of Magic like I did. We’ve been inseparable since we became classmates at Hogwarts,” he found himself blurting out all of a sudden. Somehow, telling the tale brought something familiar to him. A comfort, almost akin to warmth that only comes after stepping out into the sunlight on a chilly day, “And he’s the best friend that anyone could’ve hoped for.”

Professor Holmes leaned on the windowsill and tilted her head in interest. “Oh? Can you tell me more about him?” she asked politely.

He smiled and leaned comfortably in his chair. “Certainly. He and I first met while waiting to get into a dueling club...”

Chapter 9: No True Scotsman

Summary:

It's Scottish Heritage Day in Hogwarts, and the male staff members are welcome to wear a kilt for the occasion. But when the wizards got a bit confused on how to wear the traditional clothing like a true Scotsman should, some embarrassing moments ensue.

Notes:

Thanks for @roomofretirement and @Subject13 in the Sharpie discord for showing me the possibility of a Scottish Aesop Sharp wearing a kilt. He's now my canon Sharp. 😂

This is for the "Gherkin" prompt. And thank you for @Maarty for the initial story idea.

Enjoy 😁

Aesop gazed at the crackling flames. Since the accident on Scottish Heritage day, the Potions Professor changed. The dark circles under his eyes were getting more visible every day. He didn't even bother grooming his facial hair, which now resembled a messy thicket. Despite only two days passing since the incident, his frame seemed severely undernourished.

He attempted to bury himself in work, but any simple task would cause him to freeze as the memory of two days ago resurfaced. He gasped in terror at seeing a burning candle with two orbs.

“Professor Sharp! Are you okay?” asked a soft voice.

Aesop blinked. He noticed Kathrina, his colleague, and the woman he had recently been seeing. She placed a tray of tea and biscuits on the table before taking a seat beside him.

“I understand that it’s just an honest mistake,” she said. The blush in her cheeks deepened. “It was quite a sight.”

The Potions Master groaned in embarrassment. He covered his face with his hands. “How can I live with myself? It is shameful. I feel so dirty. I cannot imagine how many students have seen my—”

“There, there,” said Kathrina as she gently caressed Aesop’s back. “You’re not the only one who had a little accident that time.”

His face paled. “That’s the worst part. And I’m the one who had the full view of it!”

The Alchemy Professor sighed. “Aesop, it’s just a quick flash, no one—”

“No. It was not just a quick flash,” he said while trembling. “I was right underneath him and saw everything.”

She gasped. “Oh, my!”

He nodded slowly. “Yes. Everything. Including the—”

The door of the staff room swung open. Matilda, Abraham, and the Muggle Studies Professor, Graham Montgomery, marched in with concern etched on their faces.

“Professor Sharp!” said Graham with his booming voice.

Aesop jumped in surprise. While no one fazed the former Auror, this man had always been something else. He stood tall and broad-shouldered, with a fierce-looking beard that seemed to complement his imposing figure. The man fit the picture of a wild highlander.

“G-Good afternoon, Professor Montgomery,” greeted Aesop with a stammer.

The Muggle Studies professor eyed him with an apologetic look. “That bad, huh?”

He sighed in defeat. “Yes. I cannot even think straight anymore.”

Graham’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I should’ve explained to you and Professor Black better on how to wear the kilt.”

“No. No. You did your best to explain. It’s just, I didn’t understand you well enough.”

The Scotsman shook his head. “Still, I should’ve been more thorough with my instructions.” He insisted, “That day is supposed to be a celebration of our culture. And yet, because of me, it turned out to be a disaster.”

“Don’t blame yourself too much, Professor Montgomery,” Matilda chimed in. “It was Professor Black’s fault that things ended up that way.”

Abraham nodded in agreement. “Indeed. If he wasn’t such a show-off, then the situation wouldn’t be as disastrous as it was.”

The Potions Professor nodded. But while in his head, he knew that no matter who was at fault, he could not unsee what he had seen. It was burned in his memory. And now, he could not even look at Phineas without blushing.

“Professor Ronen... Have you considered what I proposed yesterday?” he asked with a small voice.

The Charms Master shook his head. “No, and I won’t do it,” he said firmly. “A memory charm is not the solution to this problem. You will be fine. I am sure of it.”

Aesop looked down at his lap. “But that sight is worse than all the nightmares I’ve ever had.”

“You are exaggerating!” replied Abraham, “It’s just a glimpse of a—”

“It was more than just a glimpse! It was a full view of everything!”

The room let out an audible gasp. Kathrina and Matilda were covering their mouths. Abraham looked at him in disbelief. Graham was shaking his head in embarrassment.

“You saw what?!” asked Matilda.

Aesop froze in his seat. He did not realize that he had shouted that line out loud. But what’s done was done.

“Professor Weasely, where are those documents—” Phineas suddenly barged in the staff room with a stack of papers on his hand. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Aesop sitting on the sofa. Their eyes met. The Potions Professor quickly looked away. Phineas’ face went pale. He turned around and slammed the door shut.

After a few seconds of silence, Graham cleared his throat. “I guess that bad, huh? I thought it was just a quick flash.”

Aesop buried his face in his hands. “It was not.”

The Muggle Studies professor looked at him with concern. “Can you tell us what really happened? From where I’m standing that time, all I saw was that you both tripped on each other’s legs and fell to the ground. Then I helped you two get up.”

Aesop sighed and nodded. “I guess I owe everyone an explanation.” He looked around at his colleagues, who were now sitting around him, eager to hear his story.

***

Three days ago

Music and laughter filled the Hogwarts grounds. Students danced, played games, and learned different kinds of activities from the muggle side of Scotland. For once, no one was worried about essays and term papers. The Scottish students passed out various sorts of snacks and treats made by their own grandmothers. The Hogwarts staff, though skeptical at first, were enjoying themselves in a jolly good time.

“I can’t believe that the Headmaster agreed to this!” Professor Montgomery boomed as he served drinks to his peers. He was dressed in his traditional dress attire. With the tartan colors and his bushy beard and mustache, the Muggle Studies Professor looked like a giant of a man, ready to tear down anyone who dares challenge him to a fight. “Never thought that he would give permission to do somethin’ like this for fun.”

Matilda chuckles as she drank mead in a dainty manner. “His actions were prompted by the Ministry's policies, specifically the disregard for non-pureblood students' heritage. So, he couldn’t say no to your proposal, Professor Montgomery.”

Aesop chuckled as he ate a piece of shortbread. “Never thought that he cared about looking good in front of non-purebloods.”

Matilda shrugged her shoulders. “At least we are having fun, no?” She clinked her glass of mead with his mug of ale before taking a long sip. “Phineas valued his image. He might not care about non-purebloods, but he sure cares a great deal of what people would think of him.”

“On the bright side, at least we get to organize an actual fair like this,” Aesop commented. His eyes twinkled in amusement as the children danced and laughed at the tune of a Scottish band performing near them. He had some knowledge of Scottish culture from friends during his Auror days. With little Scottish ancestry from his mother’s side, he knew some of the folklore shared by the Muggle Studies professor.

The wind blew gently and his thighs and he felt the kilt dance along with it. Though he found the skirt-like outfit rather odd, the Potions master had worn it like how his Scottish Auror colleagues had talked about wearing it: “like a true Scotsman”, or so they had said. But the downside was that he had to risk his leg being exposed. He wrapped bandages around his mangled leg to conceal the gnarled flesh that he wanted no one to see. “It is lovely seeing our students learning more about each other’s culture.”

“Aye! At least those stuck up pureblood folks are finally gettin’ some sense knocked into ‘em,” said Professor Montgomery in amusement. “They’re a pain in the arse to talk to during my class. Always actin’ like muggles are below them.” He took a swig of his tankard of mead.

As they talked and ate, they watched the other professors dance to a traditional Scottish song. Professor Binns droned about Scottish people mingling with wizards in the 16th century. Aesop chuckled. Despite the fact that no one was listening to him, Professor Binns carried on telling tales of the magical folks he knew that had their ancestry rooted in the Scottish clans.

He sighed and took a piece of double crusted meat pies on a wooden board that the Scotsman had prepared. “I must admit, your people certainly know how to throw a celebration.”

“That we do, laddie.” The man slapped his shoulder, nearly knocking him over from the sheer force. He then slid a plate of haggis over him. “Now, eat up and try these! My grannie’s recipe is always the best, Professor Sharp!”

A withering look crossed the Potions professor’s features. The mere sight of the food made his stomach churn. The thought of eating food that had oatmeal mixed with a minced heart, lungs, and liver of sheep had brought him bad memories of his mother’s horrendous cooking. “Thank you for the offer, Professor Montgomery. But I’ll have these stovies instead.”

The Scotsman sighed in disappointment as Aesop moved to pile his plate with roast potatoes and turnips in beef gravy. “It’s an acquired taste, lad. Not all food can be that easy to swallow,” he grumbled. He grabbed the fork and took some food from the dish Aesop rejected.

The cheery sounds of bagpipes and drums echoed throughout the hall as they continued to enjoy the festivities. Aesop took a sip of his drink when, at the corner of his eye, he saw some students giggling at him. He lifted one eyebrow in suspicion. “Is there something on my face?” he asked.

“No professor, nothing’s wrong,” said one of his female students. They giggled amongst each other. The girl had her red Gryffindor scarf tightly wound around her neck, probably to hide the blush that was forming on her cheeks. After a quick glance somewhere underneath the table, the young women walked away, still whispering and sniggering amongst themselves.

“That’s strange.” Aesop muttered to himself. He adjusted his seat and continued eating and observing from his place in the High Table. The kilt certainly brought a bit of comfort in moving around despite its unusual design. But as time went by, he began to notice more and more people throwing glances his way. Some of the glances were horrified, some were amused, but most were entertained. Even the older students were stealing glances at him and laughing discreetly amidst their gossiping.

He shrugged. The dangling tablecloth safeguarded his privacy. Confident that no one could see through the tablecloth, he straightened up his kilt and spread his legs a bit wider, before sipping another gulp of his tankard.

Kathrina walked up to the High Table. Her face flushed with mirth. She was elegantly dressed for the occasion in a beautiful emerald green dress and a tartan shawl around her shoulders. “I can’t believe that this is the first time we’re celebrating something like this,” she exclaimed. “Who would have thought that this would be such an eventful year?”

Aesop looked down and saw her climbing up the steps. When she looked up, the smile on her face turned to surprise, then to confusion, before slowly morphing to a grin. He tilted his head in confusion and asked, “What?”

She covered her snickering lips behind her palm. “Are you...” she gestured to Aesop’s general direction while she searched for words.

He frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t quite catch your meaning?” he leaned forward to try to understand what she was referring to.

Kathrina glanced around, then scooted beside him. She whispered softly. “Are you wearing anything underneath the kilt?” Her cheeks blushed as soon as she realized what she was asking.

His heart rammed into his chest when her question registered in his mind. Heat crept up to his face and made its way to his ears. While he did dream of her asking suggestive questions to him, the situation and the audience certainly weren’t what he had envisioned.

“W-Why do you ask, Professor Holmes?” he croaked out. His fingers fumbled with his lapels in a poor attempt to distract himself from her intense questioning stare.

She bit her lower lip and looked around. Some students and staff passing by glanced in their general direction and sniggered amongst themselves. Aesop followed their gaze and found himself staring at his lap. He looked underneath the table and saw his bare legs. He scrambled to check whether what he was wearing was still secure. As it turns out, because of his shifting earlier, his kilt rode upwards slightly, revealing a hint of his thigh and a glimpse of his—

He immediately closed his legs. Heat rushed up to his face when he looked up and caught Kathrina covering her mouth with her hand again in an attempt to restrain herself from giggling. Sucking up some air, he straightened himself up and discreetly fixed the offending garment, hiding his exposed skin in the process. He threw a look at the Alchemy Professor, who was trying so hard to stop herself from laughing at him. Anger and embarrassment bubbled inside him. Of all the ways he could make a fool of himself in public, this would be the one to top it all.

“Professor Holmes... I deeply apologize for my indiscretion. It seems I have—” he coughed and looked around. His voice was faltering. “I have misjudged my current position. I was confident that the tablecloth could sufficiently cover everything underneath. However, I clearly miscalculated. I shall take appropriate measures to recompense you for my lack of decorum and modesty.”

She laughed. “Professor Sharp! No, don’t apologize. It’s nice to look at—” she gasped the soon she realized what was coming out of her mouth, “I mean! It’s refreshing to see such an excellent specimen — oh dear! That is not what I mean—”

While Kathrina was fumbling for words, Professor Montgomery burst into loud guffaws of laughter. “Professor Sharp, I’ve told you that you may wear something underneath the kilt if you please. But that doesn’t seem to be the case here!” he leaned forward and ribbed the Potions Professor with his elbow. “Well, unless you’re clearly planning to impress, hmm? Maybe a certain lady, perhaps?” the Scotsman waggled his eyebrows at Kathrina.

The Alchemy Professor gasped while Aesop shot him a furious look. “Professor Montgomery!” he hissed. His cheeks burning from humiliation.

The Muggle Studies Professor roared in laughter once again and continued with a mischievous look plastered on his face, “Laddie! The whole school knows that you fancied that bonnie lass. She makes it obvious! Why the hell would you waste your chance? You’ve got a real smasher right there!” He winked at Kathrina, who immediately hid her blushing face behind her gloved hands. Aesop, on the other hand, was starting to contemplate on using the Scottish man’s bushy beard as the next potion ingredient for the Draught of Living Death.

“To be fair to Professor Sharp, his blunder can only be seen on a certain angle,” Kathrina defended, though her cheeks were as red as her hair, “And only if one would be intentionally peeking,” she added shyly.

The world began to spin faster around Aesop. Blood was rushing to his face so quickly that he could have sworn that the sound of the blood pumping in his eardrums had rivaled the loud music booming from the drums. “Intentionally peeking?” he said to Kathrina in surprise, “Do you mean, Professor Holmes, that there has been an audience staring at my privates the whole time?!”

“Ah, I swear Professor Sharp, I am not one of them!” The muffle of laughter could still be heard, even though Kathrina was doing her best to cover her lips with her gloves. “But I’ve seen some of the older students who quite enjoyed the view. If I were to count them, I would say that there were at least ten of them—” she stopped as the Potions Professor covered his face in horror and embarrassment. The Muggle Studies Professor continued to roar in laughter like a crazed man. While Dinah and Abraham snorted with poorly suppressed chuckles.

“Professor Sharp, you seem to have quite a number of admirers here,” Professor Hecat chortled behind her cup of mead. “I never knew that the Potions master held such power of attraction among the ladies.”

Professor Ronen shook his head. “We just didn’t notice because most students complained about his strict teaching methods,” he quipped. “Although I’d say I’m impressed that his charms seemed to bypass some of those complaints.”

“Well, maybe his strictness is the charm,” Dinah commented with a smirk. She rested her cheek on the back of her hand. “Some women love a strong, stern type who will put them in their places.”

“Stop it... all of you.” Aesop was begging as his dignity quickly slipped away. “Please, just stop talking about it.”

Kathrina rubbed his back. “I’m sorry Professor. We didn’t mean it to get out of hand. Professor Montgomery’s words got me a bit excited, and I had to speak my thoughts out loud.” she explained, “Perhaps you can change into something else? Unless you’d prefer to remain as you are.”

He shook his head and stood up abruptly. “No, I’ll be fine. I just have to be mindful about it, I guess,” he said as he tugged the sides of his kilt to ensure that it was properly secured beneath. He sat down again and continued his meal as if nothing disturbing had ever happened. Still, he could sense the glances from the rest of the staff members. There was no doubt that all of them were amused by his accident.

Graham whistled. “Well, I sure hope Black understood when I explained to him how it works,” he mused as he finished his drink. He refilled his glass and offered his guests more to drink. “If he met the same accident such as yours, I doubt that we’ll have any more Scottish Heritage Day like this!” he guffawed loudly and shook his head. “Oh, to see that dapper Englisher flaunt his jewels without intending it!”

As if he was summoned, Phineas burst into the Great Hall, donning a dark gray woolen kilt paired with a blue shirt. While he held a cup of whiskey in his hand, the Headmaster tried to maintain his elegance and poise as he strutted towards the Head Table. He tilted his chin up and regarded the students with his signature cold look, giving off a distinct image of refinement and sophistication.

“Professor Montgomery, I believe you have planned some outdoor games for the students.” he said as he took his seat on the Head Chair. He glanced at the professors one by one. “Might I ask what sort of barbaric activity requires the staff members to take part alongside the students?”

The Muggle Studies professor gave him a lazy grin, but in his eyes, there was a clear challenge thrown at the Headmaster. “Oh, you needn’t worry too much, Professor Black,” he grinned, “Fancy a game of Tug-of-War?”

The Headmaster shot him a condescending look and scoffed, “Pah! How barbaric. These muggles really—”

Black stopped himself when he saw Matilda’s fierce gaze, silently warning him. Sighing in defeat, he ran his fingers through his thick jet black hair in annoyance and called out, “Let us be done with the games.”

The Great Hall shook with students' roars of excitement as they exited to the courtyard for ongoing festivities. Students and staff alike were playing various sorts of games, but the most awaited one would be the tug-of-war fight between the students versus the professors.

***

Nature seemed to had favored their little festival. The sun’s heat radiated brightly over the people, adding color to their faces and sweat to their skin. Clear skies gave way to a calming sight, making the atmosphere full of joy and laughter. Occasional winds blew now and then as if to ease the summer warmth. And the gentle breeze brought in the scent of blooming flowers and dewy grass.

“Sharp, I need you to take the lead in this fight,” Black barked while stretching his limbs. “I’m a busy man, and I’d like to finish this in a quick manner. I also need to take care of my health. Therefore, I need to take the farthest spot at the end of the team.”

The Potion Professor’s jaw dropped. “You do realize that I’m injured, no?!” he protested. “I cannot participate in such a tiring activity!”

Black waved his hand dismissively. “Nonsense! You are a former Auror, right? I’m sure a silly little game like this shouldn’t be an issue for you.” He turned to the rest of the professors, “I appoint the Ancient Runes professor in charge in the front line, then you, Professor Ronen, and the Arithmancy Professor take the middle!” He ordered in his usual imperialistic tone.

Aesop groaned. He could feel the strain on his injury slowly acting up again after years of lying dormant. “Sir, please, I really am not in the best condition to play this with the others,” he said, “It may aggravate—”

“Are you saying that you’re useless? You’re a Potions Master. Do something useful for once. Perhaps you should use some of the potions that you taught in your classes.” The Headmaster scowled at the Potions Professor.

The blood rushing in his veins reached a boil. Aesop narrowed his eyes and said, “Very well. I will not disappoint.”

He took off his coat and jacket, rolled his sleeves, and removed his waistcoat. The staff watched the sudden transformation of his appearance as the usually prim Potions master turned into the warrior that he was known as before. Flexing his muscles, the scars on his forearms rippled, shining silver in the afternoon sun. His lean yet muscular build showed as he walked towards the rest of the male teachers in preparation for the start of the competition. Everyone gawked in disbelief. The professor had maintained his body quite impressively despite the injury on his leg. It was a wonder he kept himself concealed behind his coats, shirts, jackets, and waistcoats every day.

Abraham tapped his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not feeling up to it, Aesop. Your well-being is more important than what the Headmaster asks from us.”

Aesop shook his head. The mention of his injury struck a chord. His pride has been trampled upon in front of Kathrina and he simply could not tolerate it anymore. “I have taken a few pain-numbing potions and herbs for the meantime, Professor Ronen. I should be alright.” He flexed his arms again.

But the Charms Professor shook his head. “No. Take the fourth spot. Professor Black should not have demanded such things from you.”

He looked at Abraham and the other professors behind the man. Both nodded in agreement, indicating their readiness to take the harder role if needed, leaving Aesop in the safer rear. It was a surprising display of concern over his condition. He choked back a sob that threatened to escape. The sentiment touched him. He wasn’t used to people caring about him like this. With a low sigh, he gave in to their silent request to spare his injury from more damage.

Phineas raised an eyebrow when he saw Aesop took the spot in front of him. But he said nothing and wrapped some cloth around his palms to lessen the friction caused by pulling the rope. Like Aesop, he wrapped the cloth around his knuckles, then glanced down to ensure his boots were firmly on the grass.

The enemy team, composed of sixth and seventh year students, were grinning smugly. Clearly, they thought it would be a breeze to beat the old professors.

Graham stood between the two teams and explained the rules. “No magic. This game is used to test one’s strength and teamwork.” he declared before pointing to the huge gap of empty space between the two teams. “You are not allowed to step outside of the boundaries marked with the flags. Whoever pulls this colored flag towards their side wins!” He lifted the dark yellow rope that served as the barrier between both teams. Then he gestured to the red flag tied at the center of the rope. “Take the ropes. On my signal, the tug of war begins.”

Aesop crouched down and gripped the thick hemp rope with all his might. The coarse threads scratched against his skin as he readjusted his hold on it. The fabric covering his palms lessened the sensation somewhat, but it remained uncomfortable nonetheless. But as he tested the ropes, he felt that the farther end of the rope was hanging loosely. He glanced behind and spotted Phineas lazily gripping the rope while standing away. He furrowed his brows in disapproval. Was the man seriously taking this as a joke?

“Professor Black, at least try to pretend that you’re helping,” he growled under his breath.

Phineas scoffed as he rolled up the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt. “I handpicked you because I know you four can do it by yourselves,” he said haughtily, “Besides, it is beneath my station to soil my hands with these primitive—” he winced when one of the students at the front suddenly started shouting and laughing. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Phineas wrapped the rope around his palms as well. “Just let me know when I have to pull.”

Professor Montgomery raised his hand. “On three, get ready,” he shouted, “One!”

Both teams straightened themselves and braced themselves for what was to come.

Aesop shifted his weight to his good leg to minimize the pain he would experience when pulling. It had been a while since his last strenuous activity. Most of the time, he focused on exercising his upper body, while his lower body exercises involved walking along the copious amounts of stairs that the damned castle had. As he bent his knees and prepared to push his weight forward, the muscles around his right thigh burned.

“Two!”

He dug into the soft ground with his leather boots for leverage and leaned closer to the earth. Pulling his opponent would take tremendous effort on his side. His commanding side rose again as he advised his team how to maneuver offensively and defensively at the same time. They looked at him as if he had gone mad. However, they followed his instructions without arguing, much to his relief.

“Squat down and use your legs, Professor Black!” he barked, “And please pile up earth to create footholds instead of pushing forward like a rampaging hippo!”

Phineas made a disgusted look as he begrudgingly squatted down and did what he was told. “These boots cost a fortune!” he glared at the Potions Professor. “Not only that, they are one of my favorites!”

He rolled his eyes and focused instead on the game. His years of training kicked in and guided him as he instructed everyone on the timing to pull and release the rope. The other professors could only stare as they listened to their colleague who had experience in battle strategies and command. Even Graham and the rest of the staff were surprised by his extensive knowledge.

“Three!”

Grunts and excited shouting echoed across the grassy field as both sides pulled with all their might. Aesop noticed that his team was falling back quickly. Despite trying their hardest, their opponents proved to be strong as well. Inch by inch, they slid towards the students. Panic arose within him. Their opponents might cross the boundary lines and win.

His left leg complained from being pushed to its limit. It was throbbing as his knee ached from bearing the majority of his body weight. Without painkillers, Aesop would have been writhing in agony. The muscle had torn previously, and he wouldn't make it worse. He prayed that the game would end sooner. A trip to St. Mungo’s was the last thing he needed. Especially with Kathrina visiting him and offering endless lectures on how he should be taking better care of himself.

“We need to synchronize our actions! Give it all you got!” he exclaimed through gritted teeth. He looked to either side to check on his teammates. He glanced at the headmaster. “Grip on the rope and dig your heels into the ground!” he ordered. The man was barely trying.

The older wizard glared at the Potions Professor for ordering him around. He barely tried to pull and even released the rope completely when the students started winning the tug of war. Aesop knew he needed a new strategy to make the uncooperative Headmaster participate.

“Do you want the pure-blood students tattle to their parents how much of a failure of a leader you are?” he sneered. The other staff members gasped for such boldness. Phineas stared at him in disbelief as they continued to be dragged across the grass. “Not only that, you’d allow the muggle-borns to triumph over you! Do you want them to mock you?” He baited the man and watched as anger flushed across the Headmaster’s face.

It worked like a charm. Phineas grabbed the roped and yanked it harshly. His solid stance also helped to stabilize the team, making the students skid slightly towards them. His dark eyes blazed with fury when they locked eyes together. The Potions Professor smiled inwardly at the man’s change in behavior.

“I’ll handle the counting. On my cue, pull and step back,” said the Headmaster. His voice dripped with venom as he focused on the students with a murderous glare. “Ready?”

“Right!”

The tides of the battle changed as the red flag on the rope shifted towards the professors. With every grunt and heave, the enemy side fell back a little more. Cheers from the staff and student body urged them to keep going. They were almost halfway through. Aesop clenched his teeth as he mentally calculated the remaining distance left in hopes that the ordeal would soon end.

“Pull harder! We’re almost there!” he grunted. Sweat trickled down his forehead, neck, and back. Despite the cooling wind blowing softly around them, the pressure and intense heat of the sun’s rays made the exercise twice as challenging as it needed to be. The Potions Master’s vision grew blurry as more beads of perspiration covered his body.

They drew all their remaining strength and bolstered themselves, with Phineas now assisting earnestly. The rope came nearer and nearer until...

SNAP !

The students lost grip of the ropes as one side got tangled on itself, throwing some of them forward into the grass. A few slid, creating a heap of humans on the ground.

Aesop’s view spun around. First, he saw the crowd, then the sky, then...

He saw the thing that he never wished to see. Ever.

The broken rope caused an unfortunate twist of fate, flinging him and the Headmaster just as they were about to win. The dark gray kilt that the latter had chosen to wear during the event fluttered with the gust of wind and rose a few inches higher than it was supposed to be. And unfortunately, Aesop landed perfectly in between Phineas’ legs. He froze as the events replayed in his mind over and over again.

Every shape and detail of the man’s member burned inside his brain like a brand that couldn’t be erased. The very shape and form of it lingered in his thoughts even after several blinks. Aesop slowly felt his sanity slipping away. Time and space around him skidded to a halt. His heart raced. No thoughts seemed able to enter his mind at that time. He didn’t know what to do except just lay there and tremble.

The muffled sounds from his colleagues reached his ears, but the words were incoherent amidst the rushing wind and blood pumping against his eardrums.

He glanced up and saw Phineas, visibly horrified, trying to shield himself with his hands. The tips of his ears went scarlet and the rest of his body mirrored that color as the realization hit the both of them like a train at full speed.

Aesop Sharp realized the Headmaster was not wearing anything under the kilt.

***

Present 

Aesop rubbed his face as he finished the tale. Shame burned within him as the memory of what he had seen reemerged from his mind. Kathrina patted his back in a gesture of comfort while the rest of the professors tried hard to suppress their laughter. Only Matilda was frowning. Her eyes were still looking at him with great concern.

“It’s good that you two have landed a few feet away from the students,” the Deputy Headmistress sighed. “Merlin knows what will happen if the students had seen the Headmaster expose himself.” She shook her head in dismay. “Can you believe the audacity of him to not take precautions before wearing a kilt to a public event?”

Professor Montgomery shook his head. “He had been insisting that he wanted to be as ‘authentic’ as he could be. I’ve explained to him that there is no shame in wearing something underneath his kilt.” He scoffed, “But no, he kept claiming that he would look pretentious if he does that.”

Abraham chortled and shook his head. “Is that why you insisted on having your memories wiped? I think that is quite drastic, Aesop,” he commented. The other teachers nodded in agreement.

“It’s horrible, Abraham. At first, I didn’t even realize that what I”m looking at was real. My mind was refusing to believe it, but it was indeed his—" Aesop buried his burning face into his palms once more.

“But think of it this way,” Dinah chimed in with a smile. “Since Phineas can’t even look at you in the eye, maybe he’ll finally stop piling you up with all the ridiculous workload he gives you.”

Aesop could only groan at her poor attempt to comfort him. But it seemed that his colleagues were against wiping his memory as well. Why don't they comprehend his strong wish to erase all memories of that day?

“Maybe you can wake up one day and realize that it no longer bothers you.” Kathrina suggested, “We have witnessed a lot of embarrassing situations in this castle before. That day won’t be any different.”

“I’d rather not be reminded of that thing every time I look at Black.”

“Then it’s a good opportunity to avoid him,” she shrugged.

Aesop sighed and smiled. “I suppose so. But knowing Black, he’ll probably summon me to his office and try to talk things over. Though I’m sure I would prefer to stick with the silence,” he took a swig of his firewhisky and shuddered as the liquid burned down his throat. “Hopefully, this will blow over, just like his erection did when he realized what had occurred.”

The whole staff erupted with guffaws as they heard his crude remark. “It what?!”

He nodded, “I don’t know why it was standing proud and tall like a goddamn flag pole in the first place, for Merlin’s sake...”

Chapter 10: Sketches of the Past

Summary:

Aesop had never drawn a portrait since he lost his first love. But when whimsical Kathrina enters his world, he yearns to let her in. Can he finally let go of the shadows that haunted him? Or will lingering heartache deny him his one chance at happiness?

Kathrina, on the other hand, has her own secrets to keep. But when she sees the love of his life drawing, memories of young, romance begins to let her guard down.

Will art tear down the walls that have been built over years of tragedy and despair? Only time will tell.

Notes:

OMFG It took me so long to post another story because I was debating whether to add this or not. It's not really comedic like the other stories but somehow, it's the only thing that pops in my mind. So, it is what it is.

IMPORTANT NOTE: If you've been reading my "Star-Crossed" series, this story contains allusions to what happens further down the story post "Eyes of the Setting Sun". I haven't written it yet but I should say that it contains somewhat spoilers. So yeah, fair warning.

This is for the prompt "Portrait". Enjoy (^_^)

It was Saturday. Finally.

Aesop’s leg acted up as he trudged up to his favorite spot outside Hogwarts. The small hillock gave a good vantage point of the castle. Rays of the golden morning sunlight sculpted each brick into perfection. It breathed life into the ancient structure, making it more magical than it already was. The breathtaking scenery, plus the refreshing gust of wind, made the hike worth it. Its simplicity rejuvenated his tired limbs and inspired his hands to create something other than writing comments on students’ essays, taking research notes, or brewing potions.

He took out his wand and summoned a cushioned stool, floating easel, canvas, bag full of art supplies, and eased himself down. After popping a vial of Wiggenweld Potion to calm the burning pain on his left leg, he picked up the piece of charcoal and drew loose lines on the canvas. His gaze flitted from the canvas, then to the castle, then back to the canvas. The artistic flow in him danced loosely on his arms as he continued to study and apply his observations to paper. Time, nature, and space merged to form the canvas image.

Lost in a dream, Aesop forgot the pain lingering in his heart. The stress of the students who had never seemed to take his class seriously dissipated. His leg no longer hurt when his focus intensified on his sketch. All the tension vanished. Art therapy helped relieve his worries away. And here, in this most peaceful place in Scotland, he found he loved weekends.

“Fancy meeting you here, Professor Sharp! What are you doing?”

He let out a surprised yelp as he jumped slightly from his seat. The lithe voice yanked him back to the ground like a tether. He knew whose voice that was — Kathrina’s. Despite her being a pleasant sight, Saturday disturbances dampened his mood. His hand accidentally scratched a streak through his artwork, ruining the day’s inspiration. The joy he experienced earlier went poof as he struggled to breathe. His emotions bubbled, so he instinctively turned and glared.

His paramour froze. The cloth of her pristine white parasol trembled as she stared right at him. The honey gold sparkles of her eyes glimmered against the morning sun, yet she looked so unsure of herself under his glower. Perhaps he should tone it down... But before he could apologize, she spoke first. “Aesop, I’m so sorry. Am I interrupting? Would you prefer being alone instead?”

Aesop opened his mouth, then closed it, feeling regret. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off. No matter how annoyed he was, he still craved for her company. Although their relationship was only a few months old, his heart tugged stronger with each smile from Kathrina. Nowadays, he kept thinking about her laugh. Her honey-golden irises. Her auburn-tinted hair. The warmth radiating whenever she stood by his side. She had become the sun of his bleak winter. However, he knew that was a volcano, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and hurt everyone. Just like what he had done with his first love, Catherine.

“You’re not disturbing me,” he replied as he softened his voice. He waved his wand to summon another stool beside him. “I apologize. I merely got startled, but I’m pleased to see you. Please stay.” He watched as she shyly walked over and sat on the stool. She gently closed her parasol and rested it on her lap as she gawked at his artworks.

“It looks so lifelike,” Kathrina said as she traced the fine strokes that made up the castle’s architectural detail. “The perspective, shading, lighting, color choice, and proportion — all are absolutely astonishing. You really captured every minute detail that no camera can catch. Although the castle here looks much livelier than the real one!”

Pride bloomed in his bosom as he chuckled. “You flatter me. Thank you. But that is hardly true. I was fortunate to come across a scenic background where I could use my visual aid to make the sketch easier.”

Kathrina shifted closer to inspect the details. Her long lashes fluttered as she asked, “How were you able to render the lines so thin? And what kind of tool did you use to achieve that effect? Is that a pen? A brush? I’ve tried drawing using brushes, but ink blotches have always ruined them.”

He raised an eyebrow. He did not know that his lover also tried to make art. “I mainly use charcoal sticks because the gradation of lines makes it easier to create smudge. This renders the effect of chiaroscuro when used with light. See this?” He lifted his hand, revealing some black stains on his fingertips. “The graphite residue remains on my skin.”

Awe reflected in her round eyes, tugging at a heartstring he believed dead. Flashbacks of Catherine’s obsidian eyes staring at his charcoal-stained fingertips surged within his memories. How beautiful her eyes looked. Like two black diamonds shimmering from the dancing candlelight inside her room. A time where their youthful love was free to grow, unhindered by guilt and regrets. Back when he believed nothing could get between them, especially Catherine’s family. He sighed softly at the pleasant recollection of the time he spent painting her in secret. After all, she was promised to another man, whom she despised. Even though she preferred Aesop over her betrothed, fate was against their desires.

He pushed down the bubbling memories. Why did he remember of Catherine when he saw Kathrina? There were some resemblances between their personality and mannerisms. But was that enough to warrant these reminders of the past? Did he simply want a rehash of his first romantic relationship? Or was it the guilt and sorrow of losing Catherine without a proper closure? He didn’t want history to repeat itself, especially not with Kathrina, someone he already cared deeply about. Falling in love with someone like her would be very wrong for him. And perhaps it would be unfair for the woman in front of him if she knew what was going on in his head. Guilt crept around him, suffocating him again as he gazed into her warm honey eyes, yet wishing she had obsidian ones instead.

“Aesop?” Kathrina called softly while studying his sullen face.

His throat bobbed as he forced out, “Yes?”

“Do you enjoy drawing portraits? Because I must admit — you can definitely pull it off if you keep this up!”

Like a lightning bolt, her words struck him down to his very soul. Every fiber of his nerve and muscle burned from shock, panic, and dread. It took every ounce of his strength to keep his poker-faced mask plastered over him, hoping that she would read nothing from it. Luckily, her innocent question revealed her clear curiosity.

“No. I don’t draw portraits,” he said as he moved away from her. “People can be quite fickle subjects. They move a lot, constantly asking if I can adjust or change the way I draw them. So it’s very exhausting. Also, the same pose doesn’t work all the time.” Aesop shook his head. “A tree, an animal, an inanimate object, or a scenery requires less concentration and energy than rendering a person’s image to a sketch. They don’t complain if I got their nose crooked, and I only need a good snapshot. They never ask to be painted again the next day just so I can capture another moment of them. Unlike people. Who are the worst...” he stopped for a pause, knowing he was sounding petty, “objects to draw, I suppose.”

She giggled at his tirade. Her voice sounded like wind-chimes being blown by a gentle breeze. “You had a lot of unpleasant experience with people’s demands.”

“Only a handful, yes. That’s why I only sketch landscapes. There are fewer complaints about landmarks,” he shrugged, relieved that she bought his explanation. “Besides, there are some interesting structures here in Hogwarts. I won’t run out of subjects soon.”

She hummed and placed her chin on top of her palms. Her face glowed like a blossoming flower. A playful gleam sparkled in those golden depths that captivated Aesop’s senses. It took everything for him to fight the blush forming on his cheeks.

But the guilt gnawed him. Was it right to hide things from her? He lied to her and himself, refusing to draw portraits again. He wanted to let Kathrina in, but...

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he resumed adding finer details to the trees surrounding the castle. “Perhaps I can invite you to my chambers? I want to show you my other sketches in a better light.” He blinked rapidly to shake the ghosts of Catherine. The memories of him in her bedroom, gazing lovingly into those dark irises as he tried to imitate the likeness of the angelic faces depicted in famous works of art.

‘No. No. She’s not Catherine. Don’t project your memories into her.’

“That sounds splendid,” Kathrina answered enthusiastically before asking, “When shall we arrange for that, then?”

Aesop took a deep breath. Forcing a smile, he replied, “Of course, whenever it is convenient for you, Miss Holmes.” He held his breath when she tapped her cheek, lost in thought.

“I’m glad that you’re showing this side of you to me. The other professors don’t even know that you draw!” She squinted her eyes as she added, “Perhaps this is your secret hobby that you only tell your girlfriends.”

Her accusatory statement knocked Aesop off-guard. His eyes widened.

“N–no! Of course not! I’ve never told them- I mean, my female colleagues—that I draw!” Flustered, he looked away and hid his face by focusing on shading the sketch. He was too embarrassed to continue looking at Kathrina’s mischievous grin. That cheeky woman!

She burst into peals of laughter. “Professor Sharp! You’re blushing!”

Aesop huffed indignantly as he returned to working on his sketch. It took his willpower not to kick her stool. His ears, however, remained hot. Yet, there was some truth in her words. His previous relationships had always been shallow-like it were merely stop gaps from the bleeding of his loneliness. Each woman was merely a consolation to numb his own inner demons. The demons of rejection that whispered into his soul to stop searching for Catherine, reminding him he was forever damned to live without her.

No, he would not repeat the same mistake. Kathrina was her own person. An exceptional witch with a promising future. Not his emotional tourniquet. He needed to show that she was special to him and earnestly sought to know her deeper as a human being. Despite the pain and guilt, he desired to trust the woman before him with his past ghosts and heart demons.

He had to change. For the sake of this relationship.

“What about we meet after lunch? I’ll just need to finish some errands, then I can fully dedicate my attention to you,” Kathrina smiled as she searched his face. Aesop swore she was silently begging him not to withdraw back to his shell. As if saying, ‘Please open up to me.’ But then she smirked, breaking the tension before adding, “This will be the first time for me to see the art pieces of the obscure master artist, Aesop Sharp!”

He shook his head, but laughed along with her. He then said, “Very well. It’s settled, then.” The tightness of his chest eased as the fear and shame slowly left. Instead, curiosity and hope stirred up. Kathrina was offering a hand to help ease the burden. Maybe this time, the love he so yearned for in the past had finally arrived. Not that he deserved such happiness. Not when his selfishness ruined Catherine’s life.

Pushing the young woman from his thoughts again, he sighed. The ghosts of his past could no longer hurt him if he learned to accept her influence in the present. The ghosts could haunt and mock him later once he was alone. In this moment, he needed to let go of that pain and forgive himself for what had happened before. Kathrina wasn’t Catherine.

She stood up and dusted off her dress. Opening her parasol, she smiled at him and waved. “I’m off to Hogsmeade to send a letter. See you after lunch at your office?”

He nodded. “I’ll be expecting your arrival.”

“Good day, Mr. Artist.” With a giggle, she sashayed her hips as she left.

Watching the sway of her skirt disappear from his line of sight, Aesop shook his head. She was truly something else.

***

‘Why did I do it?’ Kathina berated herself as she stood in front of the wooden door. She had sworn never to bring up the past in front of Aesop; yet here she was, doing the things she had sworn would not do the moment she had stepped foot in this school. Kathrina would go to great lengths to preserve Aesop's belief in her death. Even if that meant she would have to push away all the yearnings for his forgiveness and affections.

Affections...

Her heart constricted the moment she saw him sitting on the hill. The passionate man who loved sketching people sat by his easel, recreating the majesty of Hogwarts castle on an ordinary canvas. The shadows that painted his masculine features, sculpted by the brilliant sunshine, glowed softly to provide a glorious aura around him. In that moment, the weathered, broken man transformed into the Aesop that she loved — her sun. Kathrina loved and cared for him with her entire soul, and would never wish to harm him with the burden of truth. But she did. The moment she brought up the portraits, the light within Aesop’s eyes faded into sorrow.

She should have dropped the subject — told him to forget it. Hearing his reason for not doing portraits, the past brought back sweet memories they once shared.

***

Years ago...

“So tell me, Aesop,” Catherine swayed her legs as she lay on her belly, “Why don’t you draw portraits of people?”

Aesop stretched lazily on the chair right beside the four-poster bed, enjoying the sight of Catherine’s lithe frame against the soft silk comforter. He opened a bleary eye while she rested her chin on top of her folded arms. “People move a lot, demand a lot, and be unreasonable.” He stretched again with a yawn, “A portrait subject has to stay in the same place until it is completed. People rarely do that. It's frustrating when someone changes their mind about their appearance. ‘Could you please move the mole to my left nostril?’ and ‘Can you make my hips, calves, or biceps less thick?’ are phrases that I rarely want to hear. Their obsession with their faces and body drives me crazy.”

She giggled. “I promise I won’t complain,” she winked before teasing, “as long as you capture me at my best!” She loved Aesop’s crabbiness — a trait that had become a part of his charm. Typically, prodding the fire resulted in amusing comments from him. She observed his eyes narrowing from the afternoon sun seeping through the window. His dark brown hair curled a bit as it shone in the sun, framing the aristocratic angles of his chiseled face perfectly.

He captured her chin with his thumb and forefinger and pinched it lightly. “You’re the worst subject I ever had.” He leaned closer and nuzzled his nose against hers. He gazed deeply into her eyes and whispered, “Beautiful, troublesome minx. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A flame flickered in her inner core as his dulcet tones wrapped around her senses like a warm blanket, creating an electrifying charge between them. Her lips quirked upward before kissing the tip of his nose playfully. When he tried to close his eyes and kiss her, she pushed him away by pressing her palm against his forehead.

“Ow, what’s that for?” he pouted as he rubbed his forehead. “Don’t I get a kiss?”

Laughing, she sat up and flicked her hair back. “Because I want you to draw me first,” she winked, “And I want something specific...”

“And that is?” He folded his arms, giving her a reproving look. Catherine always appreciated his tolerance of her demands. He had been generous, supportive, and respectful of her quirks. Despite his roughness, he remained patient and a true gentleman around her - willing to do anything for her happiness.

“Draw me,” she said before hugging the pillow close to her bosom, “as I lie here on this bed.”

He sighed and raised an eyebrow. “I’ve already done that before.”

She giggled as she leaned closer to give his cheek a quick peck. “Well, have you drawn me only covered in your coat... and nothing else?” She pointed to his heavy winter robe that he had laid on the bed. The silver tassels danced elegantly from her touch, beckoning Catherine’s request. Her fingers played with the garment’s sleeves as she waited for Aesop’s answer.

His eyes widened as he gaped at her for several seconds. They had been of age for quite some time, but never really crossed that threshold that couples took. He gulped audibly, not answering her request right away. The blush creeping on his neck amused her, as his expression looked funny and adorable. The sudden shyness was surprising, as the man was typically straightforward and sarcastic.

Then he picked up his sketchpad from the side table and prepared his charcoal sticks. Glancing at her and biting his lip, he muttered, “Move the pillow to the side.”

She complied, suppressing a giddy laugh that threatened to escape from her lips.

***

Present...

Kathrina knocked on the door. “Professor Sharp? Aesop? It’s me, Kathrina.”

Muffled noises echoed, hasty footsteps followed. Seconds later, the door creaked open. The lanky face of Aesop popped out, his cheeks dusted with a rose-tinted blush. His lips curled into a smile as he let her in. “I’m glad you didn’t change your mind. Please enter.” His hand gently settled on the small of her back, ushering her into his personal chambers. He had an intriguing aroma of sandalwood, fresh pine, cinnamon, and unfamiliar exotic spices.

He led her to the large, cushioned armchair by the fireplace as he continued, “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?” Aesop turned his back to her to reach for the teapot. His hand shook a little as he took the ornate ceramic teapot and poured a cup of tea into a matching, empty cup. Turning to face her, he handed the warm drink before asking, “Anything to go with it?”

She giggled as she took the teacup and saucer from him, enjoying how nervous and excited he seemed to be. She shook her head as she answered, “I’m your colleague, Aesop. No need to fuss so much. Besides, we are in your private chambers. You can loosen up!”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Says the person who invited herself here?”

She blew her tea to cool it down. “You wound me. I thought you wanted me here! If you’re having second thoughts, then I guess I have no choice but to leave...” She smirked at Aesop before setting her tea on the nearby mahogany table beside her. As she stood up, Aesop grabbed hold of her wrist and gently pulled her back into her seat. His nervous demeanor melted as the fire flickered behind those deep brown eyes. Eyes that pierced into her soul, freezing her in place. It was almost identical to the last image of him in her memory: the Aesop from her past, staring at her as his eyes begged her not to...

No. Not now. She shook her head. The past was past. She couldn’t allow him to awaken the darkness that festered in her heart. She needed to return to the present; the only thing important for her was for him to keep smiling brightly... Like he used to do in the past, before the world caught up with them.

“You can be too fickle sometimes, Kathrina,” he teased. His thumb brushed her pulse, sending bolts of electricity through her nerves. Before she could retort, he asked, “Shall I show you my collection, then? I think you might find it... Interesting.”

She laughed. “Of course,” she replied as she looked around. The receiving area of his chambers was spacious, filled with various potion brewing apparatus, books, scrolls, and miscellaneous items. But she noticed there was not a single art piece in sight. Not even a sketch on the wall. It was clean and simple. “Where do you keep them?”

He winked and released his grip from her wrist, a lingering heat still burned under her skin. Then he stepped towards a bookshelf that blocked the receiving room and his sleeping quarters. He waved his wand, whispered an incantation that opened the secret door.

In an instant, the fireplace lost its blaze, revealing a passageway behind it. A soft breeze blew past her, carrying hints of dust and oil paint. A faint light emitted inside the dusty corridor, casting a mystical glow all over the room. Aesop turned back to her and extended his hand. When she took it, the warmth once again coursed through her veins like wildfire. The electricity and the excitement were getting intense as she felt each brush of his skin against her. For a moment, a spark of hope ignited in her. A yearning so deep that she ached for more of his touch. No matter how fleeting. Or how long his hands would linger upon her. But she quickly shut off her emotions.

She shouldn’t.

Should she dare approach, he'd witness the scars hidden beneath Kathrina's long-built mask. She was certain that no one could love someone like her. She would only bring him misery and heartache, if not death. Her conscience had plagued her enough to know that loving Aesop — staying with him — was dangerous. But the connection that seemed to tether her to him refused to cut loose. It burned and grew stronger, even with the slightest contact that sent the flames licking throughout her entire being. Every kiss, every smile, every gentle gaze: All reminders evoked forbidden desires she shouldn't entertain.

His firm yet gentle grip on her took her back to the present. Though his limp seemed to worsen the moment they entered the passage, the burning passion that reflected within his eyes gave her solace. This was real, wasn’t it? That she could share these moments with him with no one interrupting? Without a single worry that they will be caught? It would be just the two of them, talking about his interest in art. Loving how his eyes lighted up like a child seeing something fascinating for the first time. Watching the curve of his lips as he told her stories about the places he had traveled for inspiration.

She was in heaven.

Aesop led her to a large sketch of a house. “This is the house standing by the hill just outside Hogsmeade,” he said proudly as he released his grip on her hand. He walked in front of the enormous frame before turning to face her. “Notice the way I render the brick texture into something more natural, yet lifelike?” he asked, gesturing her to move closer to him, “I learned that technique from a passing wizard who claimed that the key is to exaggerate the lines — it makes them look real.”

She walked closer and stood beside him. Her nose inhaled the scent of graphite and oils from the parchment. Although aged, it kept its beauty. The delicate strokes were so fine, she couldn't imagine how long it took Aesop. It was too stunning! He patiently dedicated hours to unnoticed details. It took a trained eye and perceptive skill to understand how tedious this art medium was.

Kathrina herself had taken no art classes — it was never taught at Durmstrang, and she hadn’t much aptitude for it when she had tried dabbling on her own. While the techniques seemed easy when applied by others, she struggled immensely. Frustrated and impatient, she never took a liking to art since then.

However, seeing how proud Aesop’s expressions made her feel in awe instead. Appreciating his art was like viewing rare artifacts. These paintings were a physical manifestation of his experience, knowledge, skill, dedication, and patience. Even though these were nothing more than mere landscapes, Kathrina saw his soul behind each pencil stroke — each paintbrush sweep. In those rows of canvases surrounding them revealed pieces of the man standing beside her, bearing both the good and the bad sides that were so unique to Aesop Sharp.

“Amazing,” she said as she studied the pieces carefully. “How long have you been drawing these?”

A soft smile appeared on his face as his eyes narrowed, reliving his memories while staring at his masterpiece. “I have just recently returned to this hobby. So technically, these are all my early attempts.” He chuckled a little. “They’re all horrendously bad, aren’t they?”

She grinned. “No! Well, yes, and no. They could be better...”

“You can be quite a supportive lover, Professor Holmes.” His tone reeked with sarcasm, but his grin betrayed the sharpness he meant to deliver.

“Aesop! I’m just trying to be helpful!” She laughed, knowing that he was teasing her, “But what do you mean by ‘just recently’ returned to this hobby? When did you stop?” She stared curiously at him while following him into his office that doubled as his art studio. Paint brushes, paint containers, dried clumps of clay, empty frames and many other painting materials crowded the place. It stood in stark contrast to his classroom or office where it was adorned with cauldrons, potion ingredients, strange artefacts, stacks of homework, and students’ projects.

A shadow passed across his features as the light behind his eyes dimmed for a heartbeat. The softness in his eyes hardened with uncertainty. “It had been a while... since I last enjoyed sketching.” He shrugged dismissively. “Things had kept me busy. And I say that I... lost my muse...”

The subtle downward twist of his lips and the sudden frown had struck a chord within her. His hurt brought back memories of their painful separation. The sadness she felt thinking about the life she could have shared with Aesop, if circumstances were different.

She stepped forward. But her foot had caught a rogue loose canvas that lay innocently on the floor. It made her stumble slightly as she reached out her arms to break her fall. Luckily, Aesop was fast enough to wrap his arms around her waist to catch her. She held on to his shoulders, hoping to regain balance as her heart thundered rapidly in her chest.

Their gazes locked. She felt his grip tightened a little, as if afraid to let her go. The intensity of his stare seemed to sear into her flesh, leaving a trail of flames that ignited a raging fire in her. The burning desire to lean in further — to lose herself in those deep brown orbs she loved gazing upon —

He looked down and cleared his throat. “Are you alright? I’m apologize. I haven’t had the time to clean this place yet...” He untangled her arms from his shoulders. “Here. Let me help you up.” As he released his embrace from her, she missed the warm contact and wished his hand lingered a few more seconds longer.

As he cleared the ground, she glimpsed an old sketchbook lying by the foot of the fireplace. The edges of the cover had some burns and scorch marks, suggesting that soot had partly discolored it. Curiosity bubbled in her as the golden engravings on the spine glittered. And in a flash of memory, she immediately recognized the book. It was one of Aesop’s favorite sketchbooks that she had seen him carry around all the time before. The initials “AS” written in silver thread shone brightly, but the letters had faded as the metal tarnished.

She bent down and gingerly picked it up. After dusting it off, she leafed through the pages that had sketches of architectural facades, people walking by on a sidewalk, a cat resting on top of a windowsill, and a bird taking flight. They all looked vibrant, yet they possessed a nostalgic, charming quality — an aesthetic that artists referred to as ‘timeless’. Though it showed his skill as a fledging artist, it had captured the true essence of its subjects that left Kathrina in awe. As if a snapshot from the past came to life from each page.

And then she saw it.

A portrait of a young woman caught her eye. By her estimates, the girl in the portrait was around eighteen or nineteen years old. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back. A mysterious elegance hid behind her half-lidded, obsidian eyes. There was something regal or dignified in her posture, yet the lines that were used to capture her essence spoke of tenderness. She rested on the bed, wearing only a man's winter coat that concealed her curves. It draped over her as though it teased something more tantalizing than lay hidden underneath the thick fabric.

She smiled. She had seen the portrait before; but never it had looked so beautiful and erotic as it was now. Aesop truly had drawn something more than just a simple sketch. He had also drawn the portrait of his love and longing for Catherine. Her lips quivered a bit at the raw emotions displayed on his paper, because this wasn’t the type of portrait where his artistic prowess or mastery of the line was of importance. It was the love he poured in that work.

She knew all too well the girl in the portrait. But she could not let him know that. She had to remain oblivious; To pretend that it did not affect her. Even when it was eating her inside. For he loved Catherine. And him keeping that artwork in his personal chambers was proof enough how he still harbored that affection in his heart for his first love. His true love.

“What are you doing?” the Potions Professor asked as he looked over her shoulder.

Kathrina took a deep breath and composed herself. “I thought you don’t do portraits anymore?” she asked, trying to look innocent, “But you’re quite good at it.”

A grim line etched on Aesop’s lips. “It’s the first and last portrait I’ve ever done,” he muttered. His fingers traced the charcoal lines that formed the image on the parchment. A nostalgic look briefly appeared in his eyes, then vanished.

The look in his eyes pricked her heart with a thousand needles. But she had to compose herself. “Why? May I know who she is?” she asked.

He gently took the sketchbook from her hands and closed it. Like a prized treasure, he wrapped the old book with a canvas cloth and gently stored it back in its hiding place.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he whispered. “I was a different man back then when I still had her in my arms.”

He sucked a breath as he eased himself onto a wooden stool. Pain etched in the contours of his face, revealing a dark, somber shadow across his visage. And after what seemed like hours of silence, he finally spoke. “I’m not proud of it. What I did.” His lips pursed tight. “My foolishness doomed the life of that young woman. If I was wise enough, I could have been able to prevent so much from happening. It had been years, and still —” he sighed, “ — it doesn’t sit right with me.”

Kathrina clenched her fist. Did he blame himself for all those things that had happened? That had not been his fault. She knew it! How she longed to tell him all the answers! But her promises prevented her. Instead, she took a stool and sat beside him.

Unsure of how to approach this very fragile matter that spanned many years, she patted Aesop’s shoulder. “Would you like to talk about it?” she whispered gently. Being the girl in the portrait, she was aware of the danger of showing sympathy towards him presently. But it might be too late; her face revealed too much already. For she hated seeing him like this — wounded by guilt. Broken by the burden he bore on his own. “You can always tell me anything...”

If only she had a choice. If only she was strong enough to do more for him than just lying again and again... For if he ever found out the truth, Aesop would despise her.

That’s right. The only thing that Kathrina Holmes — or rather, Catherine Nott — could ever do was lie.

Aesop’s gaze softened, and he took her hand. He chuckled sadly as his fingers tightened his grip slightly. “Forgive me, but I shouldn’t dump this upon you. It’s rather silly of me, isn’t it?” His head dipped in shame. “To reminisce about the past with your new lover...”

She shook her head. “It’s alright. As long as you can get it off your chest, I’m happy to lend an ear.”

“Kathrina... You’ve been... kind. It’s true that I’m a recluse; that I find it hard to talk with people...” He stared at their clasped hands. His expression appeared deep in thought before he sighed. “I never told you this, but you have been very different.”

Another icy spear stabbed her heart. ‘No. Don’t.’ Her inner self pleaded as she noticed the glow in Aesop’s eyes. He looked younger. Happy. The haunted and guilt-ridden expression in his eyes replaced by one filled with a wishful light.

He relaxed in his seat and stared at the cream walls of his studio. His eyes brightened up a little, though his lips remained in a straight line. “You remind me of someone.” The heat from his hand still reached her own, causing her to withdraw it as he continued to speak.

“A woman I had met a long time ago,” Aesop closed his eyes, “She was full of life and very vivacious. Every thing that she does is with so much energy — like a typhoon, unpredictable yet captivating.” He chuckled softly, his cheeks hinting of a rose hue. “It was hard for me to keep up with her sometimes. Especially her personality.”

She chuckled. Never had she thought that Aesop had seen her like this. In an unguarded moment, a feeling of elation swept through her heart.

But his light expression morphed into something else. Something... remorseful. A bitter smile masked his features as his eyes turned wistful. “If only I had been more prudent. Then she could have lived a happier life.” he sighed, “But my foolhardy young self, a young man who had recently received his first accolade as an Auror, let the ambition cloud his sense of self. I believed I could take on anything... Anyone... But I was too complacent of what I was capable of and ended up failing to keep my promise to her...”

Her heart throbbed as her world descended to hell. The atmosphere was smothering her, each passing minute robbed her breath. She remembered the scene so bitterly that she tried to hide it deep within her locked memories. She prayed Aesop would never bring it up. It was something she wished to erase — something she didn’t want to remember. His sudden speech pried open old wounds and poured salt all over her sores.

***

Years ago...

“Don’t let go, Cathy. We’re almost there! The portal’s just ahead.”

Her panting got harsher as he fought the fatigue of keeping her conscious. Adrenaline pushed him forward. He sought Merlin's aid to safely cross the portal to the haven.

He felt her clammy hands getting limp. Her muscles kept jerking every time her head dipped low. “Cathy, focus, Love,” he urged as he swallowed a big gulp of air before choking on the burning dust that rose from the ground, “We’re almost there...” The strong smell of ammonia from the witchbane had left his tongue dry and his legs weaker than it had been before. However, the thought of his lover behind him brought the strength to move forward.

“Can’t we just apparate there?” Her voice shook and a pained grunt escaped from her throat as she forced the words out.

He shook his head. “No. We can’t risk them tracking us,” he replied as he crawled toward the blue curtain of light. His muscles strained to carry on even though he too suffered from the ghastly poison’s effect. It made the spell travel harder to maintain and the way towards the portal seemed longer than it actually was.

Damn her snake of a brother! He suppressed his rage, not wanting Catherine to hear his snarling. After all, that ponce didn’t matter anymore. What’s important was getting Catherine to safety. Just a little more.

If he failed, then he would never see her again. And the thought of not holding her in his arms burned a greater ache than the wounds his enemies left in him. The fear of losing her was like the last of his defenses crumbling before an invasion. That if he did not find this safe place in time, a part of him would die too.

Mustering all the resistance his training as an Auror provided him, he turned to Cathy and pulled her up to a tight hug. Her breathing was now erratic. His hand rose and stroked her cheek, willing his body to power forward. “Aesop... I can’t...” Catherine whimpered as she hiccupped through her words. Her puffy, obsidian eyes were pleading — desperate, as she coughed in his face.

“Dammit,” he cursed under his breath. Had he had the foresight to think that her brother would actually resort to poisoning her to stop her from escaping, Aesop would never have waited too long to bring Catherine to this damned safe-house! He had never expected him to be this cruel. There would be hell to pay once he found him and make the man beg for his worthless life. Aesop knew her brother wanted to reclaim control over her after learning of his plan to elope with her, but using an illegal poison like that?

He looked around. He knew the antidote to witchbane. But he had no ingredients here that would make an antidote for this. Worse, he was feeling its effect on his muscles as well. A cold, numbing sensation coursed through him, causing his toes and fingers to burn and feel cold at the same time.

No. Getting to the safe house as fast as possible was the priority right now. Only then could he cast a healing charm and regain his bearings. With that, he fought through the numbing ache in his leg to lead the two of them closer to the blue light. “There! We’re almost out of this place!” With huffs and pants, he pushed through the end of the spell, using his final ounce of strength. “I won’t let you die here. You’ll survive, I promise...” he reassured Catherine, who coughed and retched violently into his arm, “Just hold on...”

He carried her bridal style and walked the last few steps through the portal. They emerged in an open field at the foot of a mountain. It was twilight — the dying rays of the sun painted the sky orange. His feet crunched against the browned blades of grass while his mind still fought the paralysis. With slow, lurching steps, he proceeded through the meadow that stood in between him and his destination. But with Catherine gasping in his arms, he tried to rush, leaving a trail of dark crimson as drops of blood from his shoulder and hip splattered to the ground.

The portal was almost there! Almost... Just... Almost...

Fear consumed him as he noticed a group before the portal. He recognized the faces as Catherine’s mother, her brothers, his own father, the Head Auror, flanked by armed Aurors — all wearing grave expressions as they bore down upon them.

That was the time, he realized, his plan to take Catherine away from the horrors of the pureblood aristocrats, and live as man and wife by starting anew elsewhere in the world was a failure.

***

Present...

Aesop sighed upon ending his tale. He did not mean to dump everything on her, but his heart felt lighter somehow after reliving the old memories. If the sweet Kathrina was his pillar of support — and that he hoped to woo her through the opening of his heart — then so be it.

“The last time that I saw her was at her wedding with the man she was betrothed to. And she... I should have known what she was about to do!” He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers blanched from the force. His skin protested, but he pushed the pain in his shoulders and ignored it. The ache that haunted him remains to this day.

Suddenly, her arms wrapped around him tightly, her presence enveloping him in a calm embrace. The warm waves washed through the tempest of guilt and anger, dispelling it into thin air. He melted into the touch that held him in the darkness of his inner conflict. Slowly, he leaned further into her caress, letting go of his grasp as she traced circles over his shoulders and upper back.

Kathrina was his new light. He wasn't entirely certain about her, but she was his guiding light through turbulent emotions.

They stayed in that position in silence. It took him several long heartbeats until his heart finally calmed down. He squeezed his eyes shut to restrain the tears that were falling. He lifted his gaze towards her eyes. They shone a golden hue — one that comforted and reminded him of the warmth of the setting sun.

“Thank you, Kathrina.” Aesop squeezed the words out from his constricted throat, “You don’t know how much this means to me.” He returned the hug and let her warmth spread to every inch of his skin. His fingers brushed her silky tresses that felt like water on his digits, and the smell of lavender emanated from the sweetly scented skin of his sweet, new love. “You make me feel so alive...” He pulled back and caressed her cheeks. A contented sigh escaped from her lips as he caressed it with his thumb.

She smiled and caressed his jaw. “Do you want to draw a portrait of me? To distract your thoughts?” she suggested. “Don’t worry. I won’t suggest anything as... risqué as she did...” she chuckled, the faintest tinge of pink gracing her cheeks.

Silence fell between them as Aesop’s hesitant gaze flittered from the old sketch pad to Kathrina, then back to the old sketchpad.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if contemplating his next words.

The awkwardness made her regret what she said. Among all suggestions, she chose asking to pose for him, as if it would remind Aesop of his painful past with Catherine. Did she just ruin the mood and make him remember things that would sour his disposition? She bit her lip. However, she hoped her suggestion could heal his heart's old wound.

He looked up and smiled. “Perhaps we can draw something together...”

“How? I’m afraid I am no good at drawing.” Kathrina shifted uncomfortably.

Taking her hand, he led her to a blank canvas and pulled a stool for her to sit on. Then he placed a set of charcoal sticks on top of the nearby desk and gestured for her to pick one up. When she had taken one, he held another. “Follow my hand closely and sketch along with me. Start from the edges first and work inward to build up the main shapes of the figure.” He grinned. “Don’t worry. I will teach you step by step. Just do your best.”

She gulped and nodded as Aesop stood behind her. His right hand cradled hers while his left hand wrapped around her waist. She almost froze when he leaned into her, whispering his instructions in her ear. The heat from his warm breath sent a ripple of tingling sensations down her spine. She never imagined that art could be so...

“Let’s start with something simple,” his dulcet tone echoed in her mind as he guided her hand toward the easel. The sound of charcoal brushing against the rough fabric surface filled her ears as he talked her through the process. “Draw a large circle for the head. Then the elongated oval shape for the body. Go on,” he encouraged, “Don’t worry if you think it doesn’t look perfect. Art is all about creating beauty and sharing it with others.”

Kathrina giggled as the tip of her stick created a ragged line on the canvas. “Aesop, stop.” She whined, “You’re distracting me.”

The professor raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because I’m tickling you? Are you ticklish, Professor Holmes?” His mouth curved in a mischievous smirk, a glint of joy visible in his brown eyes. His left hand tugged at the side of her blouse and started tickling her waist.

Her lips erupted into a fit of giggles. She slapped his hand playfully and giggled when he responded with a pinch to her exposed waistline. The blush that dusted her cheeks deepened and her body shuddered with the sensation. She tried to free her hand from his grasp. But he ensnared her waist with his arm and trapped her against his chest. Her back arched a little, but she did not fight back. She didn’t have the heart to, nor did she have the energy to. It reminded her of all the things they had lost when fate tore them apart.

“Besides,” she caught her breath, “You are sounding like those airy, sensitive artists who only eat caviar and drink champagne at art galleries.”

He guffawed and put her hand on the canvas once more. “Oh, please.” he feigned his hurt. “Do not malign me like that, Kathrina! You know I’m far from those kinds of people.”

“I know! But you are too poetic sometimes. And it throws me off guard.” She smiled, hoping that he knew she was teasing him, too. For she loved listening to his stories. She loved his rants. And his dreamy eyes and soft smile had etched themselves into the deepest recesses of her brain.

His weathered face softened at the sight of her. Gently, he combed away her fringes from her forehead and planted a chaste kiss there. She leaned in, accepting the gentle gesture that was offered to her. It felt good. It felt right.

“I can write a thousand words, draw a thousand pictures, but nothing can ever accurately describe the beauty I see right now,” he murmured against her temple before kissing the tip of her nose, “except the eyes of the beholder himself.” His hands moved her wrist, scribbling shapes on the canvas that would eventually form something other than a human being.

She bit her lip as he guided her hand into finishing the mysterious figure they had drawn together. She studied the lines and curves with fascination. For once, she had forgotten her troubles — all the pain, all the fears that had haunted her for a long time. Only that the present mattered. Nothing else. No one else. Just them. She was at peace, even if only for a moment.

When he finished, an image of a niffler cuddling a small box of heart-shaped chocolates was revealed on the canvas. Kathrina turned her head, gazing at the handsome man behind her. “Is this how you see me? As a fluffy, pudgy beast that looks adorable?” she teased, poking him lightly on the chest with the tip of her charcoal stick.

He let out a deep, amused chuckle. “No. Not quite. But I want to show you how you stole my heart since the first time we met, just like a mischievous little niffler,” he jested, before winking at her.

Her heart fluttered as she felt his lips locked with hers. Her eyes slowly drifted close as she welcomed his touch. His warmth. His kiss. She threw her arms over his shoulders, clinging to him, hoping this was not just a dream. That it was real.

But when he pulled back, the ugly scar that ran from the tip of his left brow down to his cheek mocked her. Suddenly, she was reminded of why she was here in the first place: to save him from any further harm. Not to allow him to get too close, because if he did... She was certain she would hurt him once more. Just like what happened on the fateful day that changed their lives forever.

‘If he ever knew who you are and what you have done, he will loathe you...’ the voices inside her head sneered. But she pushed them away, unwilling to give in to the rising panic in her chest. Instead, she stayed rooted in the present and enjoy the moment with Aesop.

The wounded warrior in front of her transformed into the young, ambitious Auror — the one who loved to sing lullabies whenever she couldn’t sleep — who constantly chatted about the places he’d like to visit in Europe with her. This was the real Aesop Sharp, right here.

And she would keep that picture in her heart. Always.

“But to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Aesop uttered in a husky whisper, cupping her chin with his index finger and thumb, “Because I know that I have your heart as well.”

Chapter 11: The Games We Play (e)

Summary:

Aesop never liked watching Quidditch games. Too boring for his tastes. But his lover has a way to keep such mundane act interesting.

Notes:

BUMPING UP THE RATING BECAUSE OF THIS CHAPTER!
This chapter has (e)xplicit content.

Yeah I know it's already April, but I still want to continue posting the short stories whenever inspiration strikes me.

This is for the Quidditch prompt.

Enjoy!

Aesop would rather face ten, dark wizards in a one versus ten battle than sit in a loge, watching some teenagers whizz past their brooms.

He groaned as he rested his chin on his knuckles. Headmaster Black had been acting as if he was a staunch supporter of wizarding games. But in fact, the idiot had cancelled last year’s season just because a pure-blood had been injured during practice. Now, because his son was one of the star players in the Slytherin quidditch team, he was way too enthusiastic in promoting the games to everyone. He even had ordered a special viewing loge raised above the bleachers in the Quidditch Pitch. There, he could easily watch the games without straining his neck.

And the loge came out as if it was built for a theater, not a school stadium. Situated high above the pitch, the marble-made structure gave the professors a full view of the stadium in a single glance. Its velvety interiors reflected Black’s taste in interior decoration: furniture filled with fancy swishes and curves. Plush armchairs upholstered in velvet populated the room. Beside each chair was a dark mahogany table where a house-elf would place various treats and snacks for the spectators. The decorators enchanted large windows with gold frames, ensuring the audience in the loge had a clear view of everything that happened during the match. The headmaster’s bust stood sentinel at the oak entrance.

What a hypocrite, he muttered to himself. A house-elf shuffled beside him and offered him a goblet of wine. The wine goblets, fashioned with fine gold, etched each house’s emblem. He also noticed that the quality of the wine was not like the ones used back in the Great Hall. It tasted more fruity yet rich at the same time. He took a tentative sip, and the flavors burst into his mouth. Maybe he shouldn’t have expected Black to order such a strong drink like firewhisky. The headmaster was not known for his alcohol tolerance.

As he watched the players clad in emerald green and yellow uniforms, he secretly wished he was back in his office, researching for a cure for his leg. It was the perfect time for a quiet study. No one, not even Peeves, would bother him while a Quidditch match was ongoing.

Trotting towards him, Kathrina took a chair and winked at him. “Enjoying the match, Professor Sharp?” she giggled.

He groaned and rolled his eyes. “I’d rather watch the paint dry.” he took another sip from his goblet. “I can’t understand the excitement of watching students getting bludgeoned by flying balls or catching them only to throw it on goalposts.”

Mirabel shot up from her seat, waving her yellow flag. “Go Hufflepuffs! Keep it up!” she cheered. The other professors seemed to be affected by her infectious enthusiasm.

Both he and Kathrina sat behind their colleagues, who gaily chatted and placed bets on whether the Hufflepuffs or the Slytherins would win the opening match. When he glanced at the Alchemy professor, however, he noticed that she too wore a bored expression. The long lashes partially obscured her golden eyes. “I see that you’re not a fan of the sport as well?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I think it’s not too exciting for me.”

“Not exciting?”

His lover slumped back in her chair while nursing her own goblet of wine. “I think it’s more fun when you are hands on with the activity, don’t you think?” she pouted.

He hummed in agreement. Somehow, Kathrina had a way of putting his own feelings into words. Perhaps that was the reason he was attracted to her somehow. Despite the revelation, they remained trapped in the box until the matches ended.

Then she leaned in and whispered into his ear. “If you like, I have an idea for the two of us to make it exciting for both of us,” she purred.

Her voice stirred his imagination, causing blood to rush from his head to his member. Aesop involuntarily swallowed before asking her, “what did you have in mind?”

“Well,” she began, tracing his jaw with her index finger, “It’s much more exciting if it’s a surprise.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You really like to keep me on my toes, Professor Holmes.”

She winked and waved her wand. A thick, brown and white fur coat appeared out of nowhere. As she draped it on his lap, the soft texture of the fabric gave some comfort to the dull pain throbbing on his leg.

“Oh, is there something wrong, Aesop?” Matilda asked when she glanced back and saw Kathrina draping his lap with a fur coat. “Why are you covering up?”

Aesop gulped, though he tried to keep his tone casual as he answered, “it’s rather cold today, Matilda. And my leg doesn’t like it.”

It was a lie; he knew. Upon entering the loge, he immediately observed the temperature-regulating enchantments. He also noted the quality of the enchanted velvet on the seats. Back in his time with the Aurors, he recalled how an enchanted fabric could accommodate a person’s temperature, keeping them comfortable. He just wished Matilda would not notice such details.

The Deputy Headmistress pursed her lips and nodded. “I agree. It’s quite chilly this morning. Do you need something to warm you up?”

“Uh, no, thank you. This coat will do.”

Without further question, she merely gave him and Kathrina a glance before concentrating on the games in front of them.

Slytherins successfully scored, causing excitement to fill the air. Aesop ignored the excited cheer coming from the bleachers. After Kathrina draped the coat across his lap, she merely relaxed in her chair and watched the games. She gave him a playful smirk and put her finger across her lips, an act that exasperated him. What was this woman up to now?

Sighing, he took another drink and mentally created formulas in his head as entertainment. A troll bogey, a pinch of manticore spines, one teaspoon of horklumps, three slices of dried battys....no, that wasn’t it. One pinch of crushed dandelions...no that isn’t right either....

And a soft touch grazed his thigh, causing him to freeze up. His eyes shifted to his lap and saw nothing amiss. He blinked several times and nearly jumped in surprise when he felt another light, warm stroke on his thigh. The touch was gentle and subtle, though it caused a delightful shudder to race through his spine. Underneath the thick coat, a form moved, slithering towards the center of his thighs. He glanced at his lover again, and her face gave away nothing. She kept her bored expression and yawned. He could only wonder what she was up to under his lap. And how could she maintain such a calm composure while doing it?

Her lithe fingers traced the contours of his scarred thigh. Her touch was so soft that it tickled him. He tried not to jerk when he felt the tips of her fingernails scraped against the silky fabric of his trousers. Somehow, it was all heavenly as she teased him with her elegant fingers, and she wasn’t even touching his skin. Was this the surprise she spoke about? He squirmed in his seat. The anticipation and the mystery of what she was doing in his lap were too much.

He wanted to grab her wrist and be done with it. But one sly look from those golden eyes told him not to ruin the surprise she had in store for him. Instead, he bit his lower lip and focused on his breath, while her fingers struck the inside of his thigh, close enough to touch his balls, yet far enough for him to be in a state of perpetual frustration. She had not even ventured underneath, yet his cock squirmed inside his trousers, wanting to break free. He could already feel his pre-cum oozing from its tip and soaking through the fabric. And his cock grew, enjoying Kathrina’s feather-light teasing, stretching the cloth of his pants as it twitched, aching for more of her gentle caress.

“Enjoying the games?” she purred. She looked so innocent, yet her devilish grin gave her away.

He nodded, not wanting to show her how much she had an effect on him. He wouldn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how frustrated she had made him with just her delicate touches alone. “It’s enjoyable, I suppose. Not too exciting yet not boring.”

She let out a hum, as if taking his reaction as a challenge. Once again, her fingers traveled to the waistband of his pants. This time, it was close enough for him to feel her fingernails scrape against his skin. The heat of her fingers against his stomach gave him a delightful shiver as her index finger dipped inside and hooked onto the elastic waistband of his underpants.

His throat uttered a guttural moan in response.

Abraham whipped his head back. “Aesop, Kathrina, everything alright? Do you need me to have a house-elf bring you something?” he asked. His bushy eyebrows knitted as he stared at the two professors behind him.

Aesop threw a nervous glance at his lover. But she was quick. Her right hand rested casually on her lap as she ate some pumpkin pies with her left hand. “Everything is alright, Professor Ronen,” she replied smoothly, “It was nothing more than a sneeze, that’s all.”

Abraham raised a thick eyebrow, and he studied her expression before looking at his colleague.

The Potions Professor shifted in his seat before nodding. “Just got a bit too excited when the Slytherins caught the quaffle mid-air, that’s all.” He explained. “But yes, some more wine would be nice,” he quickly added.

Abraham shook his head, but a grin formed across his face as he returned to watching the games.

After the house-elf refilled his goblet, Aesop took another swig, hoping to quench the fire building up inside him. It did not help when Kathrina stroked his thighs again, teetered dangerously close to his member. The anticipation coiled in his groin as he felt every long, lazy stroke brought him closer to the edge.

Merlin, please. He begged. His trousers were still unopened, but the need clawed its way more viciously than a starving mongrel. But because of the precarious situation he was in, he had to reign in whatever hunger he had inside.

While Mirabel and Abraham argued over a foul made by one of the Slytherin Chasers, he felt her fingernail slid down his pubes, causing him to choke on his wine. He hacked and coughed, and his colleague patted his back to ease the coughing fit. “Professor Sharp, I think you should slow down on your drinking.” She advised.

Kathrina, who had pulled her hands to herself to avoid detection, giggled. Her actions, however, only irritated Aesop further. He gave her a warning glance. But she playfully winked back in response to his warning.

“So you want to play the hard way, huh?” his left eye twitched as he whispered in her ear.

“But you love it when I play hard,” she whispered back. And he had to admit; the minx had a point. He couldn’t deny that his heart raced, his breath ragged from the exhilaration of being discovered. All this tension, the teasing, it drove him mad.

He smoothed his suit, readjusted the coat on his lap, and grabbed his goblet. He was a hardened veteran Auror. No amount of teasing in this manner could make him waver. “If you think you can make me unravel in that way, then I have news for you,” he said before downing his glass of wine in one gulp. The alcohol was not enough to dull the sensation he was experiencing, but it took the edge off a little.

She merely stuck her tongue out as a reply.

The players whizzed past them as the games went by. The score had been a close fight, in favor of the Slytherins. Black had been boasting about the strength of the Slytherin team; but the other professors seemed to ignore him. Dinah and Shah had been more interested in analyzing the strategies of each team. At the side, Abraham and Mirabel had asked Mudiwa if the Divination Professor had already seen the winner of the match. The rest merely enjoyed the games as it unfolded.

But their fanfare was already past Aesop’s attention — because by now, Kathrina’s fingers had been deftly unbuttoning his trousers. He wondered how skilled she was in order to unfasten it with one hand while feigning nonchalance with the other. He bit his tongue as he felt his member spring up, finally freed from the restraint of his clothes. And it grew more when Kathrina slowly and methodically traced the veins around his length with the tips of her fingers.

Sucking a mouthful of breath, he closed his eyes in deep concentration. If he lost control now, if he moaned and showed how much he was enjoying his lover’s teasing, everyone will notice. The last thing they needed was a scandal. He threw his head back and grit his teeth as his erection stood tall and proud, hungry for her attention.

A strangled moan tore from his throat, but it was quickly clamped down by gritted teeth. His body betrayed his will, arching off the chair in a desperate attempt to release. He attempted to shift his focus to other matters, but it had proved useless. A dull throb pulsed in his leg, a persistent reminder of his injury, was a mere whisper compared to the roar of desire building in his core. The image of the bubbling cauldron only fanned the flames of his desire, the heat coiling lower and lower in his gut. His vision swam at the edges, tinged with a hazy red as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Her touch, a warm caress that sent shivers down his spine, cupped the base of his throbbing shaft, trapping his engorged length between the heel of her hand and her fingertips. He fought to maintain control, the pressure building in his core like a tightly coiled spring waiting to be released.

It was only a matter of time before he exploded.

He was ready to brace himself for the inevitable when the touch shifted. Her thumb gently pressed on the underside of his cock. Then, in a slow motion, she gently slid her thumb from the head of his cock down to the base, lightly pressing into the vein. The build up lessened, allowing him to regain some his lost wits.

The pressure of her touch vanished, leaving a cold void in its wake. Fear coiled in his gut as he braced for her retreat. Then, a flash of her smile, a playful wink. A single finger pressed to her lips, silencing any protest he might have voiced. Her tongue darted out, a fleeting glimpse of pink against ivory skin, glistening as it traced a line across her palm. Before he could blink, the warmth of her hand returned, engulfing his aching erection. A slickness, cool and foreign at first, sent a jolt of exquisite pleasure through him, his jaw slackening in stunned arousal. Each measured stroke sent shivers down his spine, a delicious tension building in the pit of his stomach. If she continued this, he knew she would turn him to a mere marionette, controlled by the gentle glide of her soft fingers along his throbbing shaft.

He pried his fingers off the armrest, slid it underneath the coat, and wrapped his hands on her lithe fingers. The bubbling sensation on his stomach rose to his chest. And his hips bucked. She squeezed tighter, giving him a full stroke, sending another jolt of pleasure throughout his body. He gripped her fingers tighter, and he could hear a small gasp escape her lips.

To his chagrin, she withdrew her hand and playfully swatted his. With a wag of her index finger, she mouthed the words: “Impatient aren’t we, Mr. Sharp?” And then she resumed stroking him, this time with more intensity, and with the aid of his pre-cum and her saliva, she gave him an easy slide with her hand.

With a grunt, he eased himself into the chair. The sensual movement of her hands was becoming too much for him. His left leg twitched as her fingers flicked the slit at the head of his cock, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his body. The suspense was too long for him, but judging by the look in her eyes, she had no plans to let him finish soon. He was trapped. He would have to play her game and hope to get through it all.

No, he shook his head. If she could play that game, so can he. A small grin appeared on his face as he shifted his position in his chair. It was a slight movement, just a simple scoot down. But Kathrina was surprised. He could tell by the look in her eye.

He shifted his sitting position and took a bite from a biscuit. As he kept his gaze on the game, he muttered. “Twisting their maneuvers will help them avoid some obstacles and let their Seeker do some acrobatics while going for the Snitch.” he muttered.

Matilda turned and faced him with one eyebrow raised. Even Kathrina, who had quickly withdrawn her hand, blinked curiously. The others, even the headmaster, turned and glanced at him, expecting an explanation. He could not think of anything clever, so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “If they twist and turn to their right, it gives their seeker the advantage of having the sun behind them and blinds the opposing team.”

Mirabel gasped. “I didn’t know that you’re well versed in Quidditch strategies, Professor Sharp!”

He shrugged. “If you know a lot of strategies, you will find out that you can apply it to any kind of situation,” he then threw a swift glance at his lover. When he saw her confused look, he took it as a victory for himself. Two could play at this game. “And their grip on their brooms seems to loosen when they twist their handle. If they get jostled by a bludger, then they could drop a quaffle or even lose balance in their broom.” He explained further.

The other professors could only stare at him in wonder. But they soon turned their attention back to the game. Kathrina, meanwhile, narrowed her eyes.

He winked at her. “Think you can figure it out, Professor Holmes?” he mouthed.

She pursed her lips in deep thought. Then, in a moment of realization flashing in her eyes, she smirked. “Oh, Professor Sharp. That’s brilliant.” She said out loud. Her hands slithered back to his lap, and she twisted her hand motions. She applied more pressure as her pace quickened. “I have never thought that you could have such good Quidditch analysis skills.” She cooed.

He chuckled. “Every player should pace themselves. If they simply speed up, they’ll soon find out that they’re running out of energy. The key is to be consistent.” He whispered.

A soft whimper escaped his lips as he felt her palm slid to the head of his cock. A soft thumb stroked his slit, smearing his pre-cum across its surface. Her movements slowed down, and his breath became shallow. In his mind, he tried to think of something else to stave off the inevitable. “Lowering their center of gravity also gives them better traction,” he continued, “Don’t focus on broom grip.”

She smirked as she understood what he meant. Her grip left the shaft and let her fingers slide down to his balls. There, her index and middle fingers gently massaged his balls, while her thumb and index finger applied light pressure around its base.

It took all his composure not to groan. She fixed her gaze on him, gauging his reaction while fondling his balls. Aesop forced his eyes on the game in front of him. But the pulsating throb in his crotch clouded his vision. He could barely focus on the match happening in front of him.

The bludger zipped through the air as the Slytherin chasers flew past, easily catching up to a chaser. One unfortunate player got tossed by a bludger. Seizing the opportunity, the Slytherins stole the quaffle and swiftly passed it to a player who flew across the air, shooting at the goal.

“It is ideal to focus on the goal. But paying close attention to the surrounding areas can be rewarding as well,” he smirked at Kathrina.

The Alchemy Professor grinned as she understood his words. She let her touch travel to his frenulum and foreskin, and the sensitive spot sent waves of pleasure up his spine. His cock jerked and throbbed as she paid special attention to it, allowing him to relax for a moment and relish her gentle caress.

“So, why do you think that Hufflepuff chaser lost her grip on the quaffle?” Kathrina winked at him.

A smirk slowly formed on his mouth. “Her wrist work is sloppy. She should have evaded that bludger if she knew how to twist around her broom using her wrists.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see...” she said. She immediately applied it by pressing her wrist against his cock, letting his member glide between her wrist and the soft skin on her palms. The pressure of her touch and the friction made his cock twitch and jerk. Her golden eyes gleamed with delight, and a part of him felt proud that he could teach her a lesson about what it truly means to drive him mad with pleasure. Even in the most unconventional way.

But all the pleasuring had built up the pressure, and it was only a matter of time before he burst. With each stroke, he could feel the tension rise and coil in his crotch.

Outside, the announcer roared that the Slytherin seeker was close to the Golden Snitch. The cheers and chants from the student bleachers echoed all throughout the pitch. Even the other professors were excited as they shouted their support for either the Hufflepuff or the Slytherin Seekers.

“Do you think the Slytherin Seeker will get the snitch?” Kathrina muttered.

Aesop let out a long breath and chuckled. “If she’s fast and focused enough.”

At his subtle urging, her pace quickened, sliding from the base of his shaft and up to its tip. Her hand, once languid, became a blur, gliding from the base of his throbbing shaft to its sensitive tip. The edge of her nail gently raked against the underside of his cock, causing it to tremble and convulse. He choked a moan, teeth gnashing against the building ecstasy. Despite the speed, she worked rhythmically in creating the perfect balance between firmness and softness. Her fingers curled possessively around the bulbous head, a delicious squeeze that had him gasping, his body shuddering uncontrollably. The pleasure was a tidal wave, threatening to engulf him. The pressure was becoming too much for his self control to handle. He dug his fingers into the chair armrests, knuckles straining white, a silent plea for release as he teetered on the brink.

And the pleas called out louder… and louder… until...—

“SLYTHERIN WON THE MATCH!”

The deafening roars of triumph quickly masked Aesop’s moans of pleasure. He spilt himself all over her hand and his trousers. The flurry of students cheering and shouting drowned the sound of his own ragged breathing. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt his orgasm slowly die down. He could still hear the announcer shouting praises to both the Slytherins and the Hufflepuffs and the Headmaster rambling on and on about how great Slytherin players are.

His lover quickly took out her wand and cast a silent scourgify to clean up the mess. Aesop barely noticed. All the pent-up tension and desire had drained all his energy. He slumped back in his seat, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Abraham chuckled as he walked towards him. “For a man who claimed to have hated Quidditch, you seem to have gotten into the excitement of the game.” He teased.

He chuckled. “It’s easy to get caught up in the action if the games are intense. It’s not too exciting when you’re simply watching a boring match,” he smirked, throwing a glance at his lover. “Sometimes, you just need to make some twists and turns to make it more exciting.”

“Adding some spice, huh?”

“You could say that...”

The Charms professor gave him a knowing smile and nodded. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the game.” he winked. “I take it you’ll attend the other matches?” he asked, though the mischievous gleam in his eye told him he already knew the answer.

Aesop shrugged. “Perhaps,” he smirked. “I don’t think Professor Holmes will let me miss such a wonderful event.”

His colleague let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, I’m sure she won’t,” he said as he bade goodbye. “I’ll see you at lunch!”

Aesop glanced at his lover. With a knowing grin, she displayed her satisfaction. He waited for the other professors to leave the loge before pulling Kathrina aside. With a kiss on her temple, he muttered under his breath. “I don’t believe our game is done just yet.”

“Oh? I wonder what more you have in store for me,” she purred.

Aesop smirked as he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. “Shall we go for a rematch? You caught me off-guard earlier,” he whispered into her ear. He smelled the faint lavender wafting in her auburn locks. “Let’s see how long you can stay quiet in the Great Hall, Kathrina.”

“You can be a sour sport sometimes.”

He laughed. “And you’ve been such a bad influence on me,” he replied, “And I assure you, I can be worse than a sore loser when the mood suits me.”

Kathrina smirked as she grabbed her cloak. “Then let’s see if you’re all bark and no bite.”