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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
28
At the same time that Sweetie Belle was in detention, another youth was waiting impatiently to find out what his own punishment was. Scorpius was not a happy camper, let me tell you.
Currently the boy was sitting on a bench outside the Headmistress's office. He had seen her head up there with a few members from the magic council and his father, and this worried him greatly. He tried to come up with reasons, excuses really, as to why he'd been acting the way he had. Nothing he could think up would be good enough to get him out of the trouble he was now in.
“Are they going to ban me from using magic? I'd be no better than a muggle...” He muttered to himself. “Or worse, Azkaban? No, I'm too young for that place. I hope.”
“Who knows what's going to happen to you.” An amused voice spoke from next to him.
Scorpius nearly jumped out of his skin, but did jump to his feet and turned to face the stranger.
And strange he was.
Grayish skin, yellow and red eyes, gray hair and eyebrows so bushy they could be competition for Hagrid's beard. And his clothes... Stylish, not so much. Mismatched? Very much so.
“Who are you?” The boy demended.
“Call me Mr. Tumult.” He grinned, showing off the fact he sported a single fang. “I'm just here to speak with the Headlessness... no, that's not right. That ghost's head isn't quite off. I meant I am here to speak with the Headmistress. Yes, that sounds correct.”
“Mr. Tumult? I've never seen you around here before.”
“Of course you haven't. Last time I was here, you were nowhere to be seen.” Tumult replied off handedly. “So, you must me Scorpibutt. No, Scorpia...”
Scorpius saw red and pulled out a rabid squirrel from his robes and pointed it at the strange man. It took him only a moment to realize what he was holding and threw it down the hall with a startled cry. “What? What's going on here?”
“Hehehe.” Tumult chuckled. “Come now. Do you think I would really let you cast some flimsy spell at me? I'm much too, oh how to put it? Powerful.” He stood up, towering over the boy, glaring down at him with those strange eyes. “I've been keeping an eye on you of late, and I cannot say I like what I have seen.” He reached over and plucked an eyeball off the boy's shoulder, making him jump back even further.
Tumult somehow got behind him and grasped both his shoulders. “Oh please. Don't be such a wishy washy boy. You've got some skill, I will admit that.”
“Get away from me, you freak.” He surprised Tumult by drawing his wand, the second one he kept on himself. “Don't think I won't hex or charm you.”
The tall man stepped past Scorpius with barely a moment for the boy to realize he'd even moved. Turning, he saw Tumult had simply sat down again, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knee. “Behave yourself and sit down. You're going in there before me, after all.”
Scorpius did NOT like this man, not one bit at all, but other than that squirrel thing, and that eyeball trick, he'd not really done anything harmful. He glanced toward the squirrel and saw his primary wand laying on the floor, right where the rodent had been thrown. “Accio wand.”
Tumult watched the wand fly back into the boy's hand, where he then stowed them away into his sleeves. The boy then sat down, on the far side of the bench.
Scorpius kept a close eye on the man. He didn't trust him one bit, not at all.
Headmistress Mcgonagal chose that moment to come down the stairs from her office. “Oh, Disc... Mr. Tumult. I was not expecting you till tomorrow.”
“Why hello Minny. Such a pleasure to see you again as well. Was it tomorrow I was supposed to stop by? Goodness me, I seem to have gotten the day wrong. I'll come back tomorrow morning then.” He stood, bowed, and with a snap of his finger, vanished.
Mcgonagal rubbed her temples. “Why him of all... people...” She glanced over at Scorpius. “You, come along.”
Scorpius jumped to his feet and followed. He KNEW he was in a lot of trouble and dreaded what his punishment was going to be.
Up in the office, he saw his father, looking less than pleased, the man known as Harry Potter, and a couple others from the ministry he never bothered to get to know.
“Scorpius.” Harry smiled at the boy. “It's been quite a while, hasn't it?”
“Not long enough.” The boy muttered to himself before speaking up. “Far too long. So, let's get down to business.”
“Fair enough.” Harry sat down and leaned back in the chair.
Mcgonnagal took her seat behind her desk. “Scorpius Malfoy, please stand before me.”
The boy did as asked, trying not to look nervous.
“You know the reason you are here today?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” The Headmistress held up a parchment and looked it over. “The number of charges against you are substantial. You have manipulated, threatened, cursed and nearly brought harm upon a number of your fellow students, muggles and even a few wizards. To this end, you are being expelled from Hogwarts, and from this day forward, you are banned from further education in all things magic, till the day the Ministry of Magic chooses to rescind this verdict.”
“What? I can't learn magic anymore?” Scorpius stared at the woman, totally aghast at her choice of punishment.
“Not at any formal location, no. I cannot keep you from learning magic by other means, however, this does mean you cannot effectively graduate from Hogwarts.” She adjusted her glasses before continuing. “And because of your age, you cannot use magic outside of school or your home.”
Scorpius felt that this was going to get worse before it got better, if ever.
“To that end, your wands will be taken from you, and you will be sent to attend a muggle school for the remainder of your education.”
“A MUGGLE school?” Scorpius sputtered angrily. “You can't be serious.”
“There is another option.” Draco spoke up. “One where you get to keep your wands, and attend a school where you can further your magical education.”
“I'll do it. Wherever it is, I'll go there. I can never give up my wizard's life.”
Harry grinned, almost to the point where his face might split in half. This made Scorpius shudder, and almost reconsider his decision. “Wh-where is this school?”
“Equestria.” Harry replied. “Sweetie Belle's home world.”
“Bugger...”
…
Sweetie Belle was carried into the infirmary by Hagrid, who looked a little amused, where he should be looking concerned.
Madam Pomfrey saw him enter with his precious cargo and sighed. “What happened to her this time?” She asked as she watched the half giant place the tiny pony on one of the cots.
“She's plum tuckered out. Made 'erself a new friend she did, in the Dark Forest of all places.” He replied. “Who knew this wee lil darling could charm a griffin.”
“She did what?” Pomfrey paled. “You took her into the forest to find a griffin? They love horse meat.”
“This one ain't gonna be eatin no more horses. Sweetie gave im what's good for, she did.”
Pomfrey sighed and looked down at the filly, and noticed she was hugging a large golden brown feather. “Don't tell me she pulled out one of its feathers.”
“Not at all. He gave it too her.”
The nurse was at a loss for words.
“Not only that, but she can talk griffin, well, it seems she can.”
“What? They don't have a language that humans, even wizards, can learn.”
Hagrid chuckled deeply. “But it seems she can. Seems she's met griffins back in her homeland.”
“Oh... so that's where she learned it?”
Hagrid shrugged. “I dunno. Makes sense to me.”
“Nothing about this girl makes any sense at the best of times.” Pomfrey replied plainly as she carefully removed the feather from the unicorn's gentle grasp and set it on the stand next to the cot. She then placed a blanket over Sweetie Belle. “Well, let her rest up a bit then. Be on your way Rubius.”
“Any time Poppy.” He winked at her before leaving.
…
Sweetie Belle awoke not too long later and sat up. “Infirmary again. Maybe I should get a bed reserved for myself in here.” She looked around and spotted the feather, a huge smile playing across her face as she levitated it onto the bed.
“Awake are you?”
“Madam Pomfrey, hello. Yes, I'm awake.” She blushed sheepishly. “Sorry I'm in here so often.”
“This time was no problem. You were just exhausted is all. Drink this up and you'll feel better in no time.”
Sweetie Belle accepted the cup and looked in, seeing something white and milky. It smelled a little sweet too, which was not the norm for Pomfrey's potions and tonics. “What is it?”
“Warm milk with a little honey.” Pomfrey answered with a slight smile. “Drink up now.”
Sweetie Belle smiles and took a sip. It was warm, creamy and sweet. Yup, warm milk with honey. She drank it down and sighed happily. “Thank you Madam Pomfrey.”
“You are welcome. Now scoot. Get out of here and take that feather. It's unsanitary.”
Sweetie Belle nodded and levitated the feather with her unicorn magic as she left, heading directly, or as directly as the school allowed, back to her room.
She added the feather to her treasures in her room and looked them all over. The books of magic Princess Twilight gave her, the emerald flame candle that let her send and receive letters from home, her magic saddlebags that could hold more than they should, a gift from Rarity and enchanted by Twilight. Then there was the key to her vault at Gringots. #1432 was clearly stamped onto the handle. Her cloud skimmer, something that she'd made herself, but with materials sent to her from her friends. The Lunar Wand made from dragon horn ivory with a core made from a shard, or was it shavings? From Princess Luna's own horn.
But her most treasured treasure was the photo of her friends and family. This was set in a nice frame and rested on the stand next to her bed, where she could look at it before she went to sleep every night.
“Oh, Applebloom and Scootaloo are coming to visit this weekend. I should see about getting her cloud skimmer made.” She giggled and started on a letter to Twilight. She's already asked for the materials earlier, but she was wanting them as soon as possible. Scootaloo's special talent, after all, was flying one of these things.
After writing it, she sent it off by burning it with the candle.
“I hope I can get this made before they arrive.”
“Oh yes, that would be delightful for your friend.” A familiar voice spoke up as a strangely familiar man walked into her room, ignoring her barrier. “Hello Sweetie Belle.”
“Who are you and why do I get the feeling I know you?” She eyed the man suspiciously, trying to figure out who he was.
“Oh come now. You know who I am. I'm unforgettable.”
“Discord?” Sweetie Belle's eyes went wide. “What are you doing here?”
He laughed lightly. “I am not Discord. He's back in Equestria. I am Mr. Tumult over here. I don't think these simple humans could handle my true beauty.” He struck a pose, his hand on his chest.
Sweetie Belle blinked a few times, then giggled. “Hello Mr. Tumult. What brings you here... and how can you enter my room?”
“I came to visit Minny, but it seems I am a day early. It's such a bother to be hopping back and forth through the mirror all the time. Oh yes, and I came to deliver this letter to you from your little friend.” He searched through his vest and pants pockets, seeming to be unable to find the letter. He then blushed, pulled off his shoe and pulled out a rolled up scroll. “Here you go.”
With that, he simply stepped through the mirror and was gone, even though the portal hadn't been activated.
Sweetie Belle plucked the letter out of the air, where it had simply been floating and unrolled it. As she read, a smile spread across her face.
To Be Continued...