Hogwarts- 2017

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Thistle's tweaks and pinches did indeed hurt on her sensitive nipples. So, why couldn't she find herself opening her mouth to say anything about the pain? Instead, with each small pinch, she found her deep core throbbing, almost painfully as her chest.

Did she like this pain because it was from Thistle? Even if his administration seemed to be so close yet never quite to what she wanted. Still, Keavy did find enjoyment in Thistle's attempt.

Her mind wondered if his rough hands could do this much on her chest- just how much could he do if he saw her?

Somehow his roughness on his kneading was what made her hips finally slow.  Keavy felt a mixture of pain and yet, pleasure shooting through her chest that then spread throughout her body, making her shudder as her hazy mind started to slightly clear. With his lips on her areola and nipple, she found the sharp pains beginning to wean into soft pleasure. Her forehead pressed to his as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her breathing slightly labored still as her skin felt so shaky yet, so warm.

When their lips met- it was light making her softly moan as she placed her hands on his where her chest was, hoping he would let up on his roughness just a little. The deep thick husk in his voice was making her shiver again, her eyes closing as he nuzzled. Hot breath hitting her shivering skin as he asked to be his; the back of her mind wanting to ask for clarification but not wanting to break such a moment.

The Eskimo kiss from Thistle made her open her eyes as she felt her eyes open, only to be closing again as she was kissed again. Her soft moans drowned into his lips as she held him close to her. A soft chime of an old grandfather clock stated eleven making her break the kiss but still rest her forehead on his.

"Yes, I. Its all I ever wanted."

Her eyes opened to his, giving him a soft smile as she rubbed his chest, both having a moment to calm down. Her hands brushing on his chest as she tried to keep her breathing even. "W-we should get back, but wait, I want to try again."

She looked over at the feather that was left long forgotten on the coffee table, eyes locked on the Thunderbird feather as she kept her hips on his lap, her hands on his chest but all too soon the feather started to float making Keavy's swollen lips turn upright into a bright grin. "You know, I think you're great at making me relaxed."

[GreenWolf]

When her hands found his on her breasts, her fingers running over the backs of his hands to lightly hold his hands against hers, he took her to be guiding him and in her gentleness, he too relaxed his grip into something softer and more of a caressing fondle than a grope.  He no longer squeezed and smooshed her breasts as though checking their limits, but only softly held them up with an easy rolling of the flesh in his fingers.  As he suckled upon the one, his mouth grew calmer, lips clamped to the aereolas and nipples as he kept some pressure built up, but his teeth were nowhere to be found against her flesh.  His other hand, one finger was now lightly brushing the distended nub, rolling his fingertip around the edges of it, or rubbing the tip.  With her soft action of her hands joining his, she'd soothed the beast his lust was bringing out of him.  His eyes on hers were full of ... something.  Gratitude?  Affection?  Apology for his roughness?

When she said it was all she'd ever wanted, she'd find him returning his mouth to hers with a kiss, but his hands fell down the sides of her body, experiencing her in a wistful last fondling as he could feel her preparing herself to pull away.  His face brushed along the side of hers, placing soft nuzzles and kisses against her cheek.  Hands settled low, half on her hips, half on her ass, as she began to draw back.  He cleared his throat, and she would find his face flushed and reddened at the same time.  He was having difficulty with struggling to stop, but he was doing it, flooding with pent up arousal and embarrassment for his actions and loss of control.  "I ... yes, uhm"  He cleared his throat again, "Try to think less, feel more, like a child doing magic by mistake, but still focus through the wand."

He drew back, his pants tenting with his excited male flesh, he adjusted himself with a tugging at the material, and moved back to settle deep within the oversized, plush chair.  As she turned to focus herself upon the feather, he'd found his hand was finding that hardness in his lap, stroking himself idley and without conscious thought.  Each time he brushed the material, taunting that sensitive flesh beneath, he'd realize what he was doing and pull his hand away.  He reached over the arm of the chair, grabbing a throw pillow from the sofa, and placing it on his lap, to hide his erection from sight should she turn back to look over her shoulder.  And then, she had it!

"That's it!  That's perfect!"  He exclaimed as she commanded the feather to rise, "Oh, Keavy, I knew you could do this!"  He chuckled at her comment, but corrected, "Yeah?  That's funny.  I don't feel relaxed.  I don't feel relaxed at all."  He chuckled, nervously, lifting a hand to brush the hair back from his face and expelled a gust of breath upwards as he was still trying to calm his breathing and pulse.  That pillow remained on his lap, his hands clinging to the arms of the chair, desperate to keep them away from touching himself, in case she should turn to look back at him.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Keavy laughed as she heard about Thistle not being relaxed at all. She turned to find the pillow as she rolled her eyes, "Well get this dumb thing out of-" What she didn't expect was such a tent in his pants making her stare down at him as she then felt the need to touch it. Looking down at him as she smiled, almost too innocently.

"Did I do this to you? Aww- I'm sorry." Her hand kept lightly touching it, almost afraid to put any pressure on it as she leaned down and kissed the back of his ear, before giving his lobe a soft nip. "Hey, maybe if we're lucky I can see this little thing up close? I'll show you my little special thing if you do."

She didn't know if it sounded right, but she was being honest. Keavy wanted to see his cock, or do British say dick? God, she didn't care. "But first- you need to be a bit gentle with my chest or no little special present. Otherwise, I can't get as warm as I am now." Keavy advised moving her hand off of his pants before she moved closer to him, her grinding coming back as she looked at him in the eyes. "I want more of this- I want to be your girlfriend. I do. I've always wanted to, I think I've always been yours since that night."

With that she held up her hand, letting them both see the light scar on her right hand, the long light scar that still made her smile as she pressed her face to his neck as if to nuzzle him back. "Don't you see? I think we were meant to end up like this. If tonight didn't prove it- I don't know what does."

[GreenWolf]

Thistle had reached for the pillow in a panic, but his grip wasn't sure enough and she'd easily whipped the thing out of his grip revealing his tented pants.  He was pointed up towards his waistband still, arching up against the material with the underside of his cock, and as he was about to answer her, that 'Yes, she did make him do that,' all that came out as a squeak as his body went rigid and his breathing kicked up as if he were running a race.  There wasn't enough room in his trousers for it to stick straight up, but as her fingers lightly traced the underside of him, as it arched upwards, he squirmed and panted, unconsciously grinding upwards as he tried to get himself more firmly in her hand.  As she leaned over to kiss his ear, he gasped, fingers clawing at the arms of the chair.  He wanted to touch her so badly, but was terrified she'd stop if he did!  He managed to nod his head, emphatically, yes, he wanted to be that lucky and probably would have pulled himself out of his pants right there if she didn't crawl onto his lap again, blocking it from being released, out into the open.

"Keavy ... I ... Uungh!" He wanted to warn her he couldn't remain calm if she started up again, but the feel of her against him made him moan out in pleasure and need for more.  He was nodding his head and murred out an "Uh huh!" as she directed him.  His hands were much more gentle this time, but only one moved to her chest, cupping her left boob from beneath as he lifted it slightly, fingers curling up over the swell of flesh, his middle finger crossing her nipple and rubbing down against it, oh, so carefully.  His other hand slipped lower to grasp her hip as she began to grind against him again, so much softer than before, and then slipped past to fondle her plump backside just as carefully as his hand on her chest.  She felt her hands on his and even flexed some under her fingers, showing off.  He wasn't huge, like a footballer, but leaner like a swimmer, knowing that his body needed to be maintained like any other physical thing.

"You ... feel so ... good," he managed between gasping breaths.  As she admitted the truth, staring into his cerulean eyes, he realized that he had too, always, and said as much.  "Since I first met you ... Always, wanted ..."  he gasped as she teased him, making it harder to speak, he blurted in a rush "And I've never been interested in anyone else!"  He leaned in rubbing his face against hers, nuzzling her and even licking his tongue against her jaw, her neck, and her ear, as they moved against each other. "My Keavy," he said softly as he nuzzled and kissed her, the words filled with want and longing.  He drew back only when she lifted her hand to show him her old scar, reminding him of their childhood together.  He took his left hand from her rump to take her hand in his.  She'd find him moving her scar to place against his lips, where he kissed it, and then began to suck on the skin between her thumb and her first finger, his tongue playing against the spot, eyes closing.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

"Mo mhac macúil"(My handsome wolf) Keavy stated softly as she shivered, feeling his gentle touches starting to stir her again, but this time instead of a boiling fire she was before it was a gentle simmer. Somehow she could keep her mind focus on the sensations and her surroundings. His lips on the soft part of her hand making her almost giggle with the tingling sensation it brought her. With her free hand, she brushed back his hair, her voice quiet as if the two could be heard by anyone.

"We should get back. As much as I wish we can stay here and do other things. I just think to avoid being caught we should get back to our rooms. Besides, because of you, I'm going to need a bath- again."

Keavy eased back, her hands stopped as she looked down at her jeans, her cheeks going a flush as her eyes closed, "You did this." Keavy found her button loose by her hands as if she was in a trance, soon her left hand had taken Thistle's and laced it while her right had started to slide under. Keavy cupped her throbbing sex on top of her boyshorts. Even the light contact made her gasp and from there everything went fast. She quickly slipped her hand down and put them to work on her clit in the profuse wetness. She was indeed close and did not hesitate to shove two fingers inside and pump herself roughly while using her thumb to rub her clit.

Keavy knew she was probably looking stupid for this but she never opened her eyes. Instead, she kept them firmly shut, pretending she was alone and masturbating in her room. But... When she reached up to bring Thistle closer to her she found herself licking a long digit, finding the taste rather- different but so good.

Keavy kept fucking herself and made every effort to be quiet. Keavy even had the second finger join the first into her mouth to keep from screaming because this felt so fucking good and she was sure she had let a whimper or two slip. Even when she let go of Thistle's hand and realized she was licking and sucking on his fingers she only brought his face close to her chest and neck. The feeling of his lips, on her skin, as she fucked harder, practically humping against Thistle when she felt a soft bite on her chest. That alone made her moan loudly.

As she got closer to her climax Keavy found it impossible to stay quiet and the silence of the room was broken by her escalating moaning and a final cry as she came hard on her own fingers. Her body trembled and shot up from her position, releasing Thistle's fingers from her mouth as her hips jerked forward before relaxing and slumped forward on Thistle's shoulder.

She kept pumping herself but slowed down her pace as she started to regain consciousness. Her thighs were wet and she was sure she had dripped into her jeans and boyshorts as well. She looked up at Thistle with an apologetic look on her face and was about to explain, make excuses.

"I-I couldn't help it, I just needed it. Please don't think bad of me." She slowly removed her hand, finding her fingers slick as she leaned forward to give her own fingers a lick.

[GreenWolf]

Thistle thought that going back was probably a good idea.  She was right, and he nodded his head without removing her hand from his mouth.  They could spend the night and not get caught, but as soon as someone wanted to know where she'd been all night, there would be issues, and he was pretty sure there were two people, at least, anxiously waiting her return to Hufflepuff's common room.  He wondered, idly, if the results from the evening's Quidditch Try Outs had been posted yet and remembered that he'd never worked on another broom.  He should have cared more, but with Keavy half-naked and slowly riding his lap, he couldn't get himself to care about anything else.  There was just her.  Keavy, and her softness, and his mouth on her skin, where it should be.

He removed her hand from his mouth so his could join his other upon her chest.  There was no rational example for why this was so much fun for him, but he was sure he could spend the entire school year doing nothing but fondling her body if she'd let him.  But, again, she was pulling back from him.  This time, however, she didn't move from his lower thighs and knees, but perched, leaning back and looking down at her jeans.  He followed her gaze, not quite realizing her pants were soaked through, but he didn't have time to figure it out as her hands suddenly began unbuttoning her pants.  Thistle was overwhelmed, wondering if this meant they were going to do more instead of departing, and watched as her hand disappeared into the open front of her jeans.

The sounds she was restraining did something to him, built a different sort of energy within him as he leaned closer to her face, watching her face, rather than her hand, though she wouldn't know as her eyes were closed.  There was something about her pleasure being visibly written across her face, that meant more to him than he could have expected.  The only thing better, would have been if he was causing that breathing, that rosey cheeked, flushed face, lip biting, and those moans she was refusing to release.  Probably safer that way, in case someone walked by, but he couldn't help himself.  His hands kneaded her breasts softly, a finger on each playing with her nipples, as he leaned close enough to rub the side of her face with his own.  His breath was hot as he whispered, "Don't hold back, baby.  I want to hear you."  And then nipped at her ear.

He suckled and nibbled the edge, lobe, and then traveled along her jaw before his mouth opened more to lock onto her neck.  He moved around her neck, soft nibbles and gentle bites slowly increasing along with the suckling kisses.  She'd taken one of his hands from her chest and slowly began to suck on his finger as she grinded into him.  He moaned, so loudly, it must have echoed, but so far, they were still alone.  She lifted her breasts to his face, released his hand to pull his mouth against her hot skin, and he complied easily.  Her nipples took turns vanishing into his mouth, but he didn't focus just their.  His mouth traveled the whole width and breadth of her enticing breasts, sucking and biting as though he were walking around using his mouth.  The whole time, he'd pause to tell her, "Don't hold back, let me hear how good it feels."  And then his teeth would find purchase, a much more skilled nip that belonged to a more advanced lover than he.  Two fingers were in her mouth, and they were driving him wild, on the verge of coming himself, but his desire to help her through her climax gave him the focus to remain attentive.

As if to reward her, as she slowly began to make more noise, one of his hands found the forearm of the disappearing hand and his fingers and palm followed it down, between the parted zipper and undone button.  He didn't try to take over, it was almost as though, she'd not presented that part of herself to him, so he still felt it was off limits, but his hand disappeared nonetheless.  His hand lay gently aback hers, fingers parting to rest upon her fingers, feeling them moving, feeling the thumbs back and forth motions.  His hand moved against hers, making sure to remain on her hand and not to proceed too much further, he felt her as she began to bring herself over.  Her nipple popped from his mouth as his face sought hers again, and he moved in to kiss her gasping mouth, nibbling on her lower lip.  His eyes were open the entire time.  She didn't look stupid, she looked wonderful.  "C'mon, Keavy.  Come for me.  I want to hear it.  I want to feel it."  He whispered softly, and then latched onto her neck to continue his affections.  As she released his fingers, his hand, wet with her saliva found a comfortable place to rest, holding the breast that had been half neglected as that hand had been so busy.

His hand, on hers, remained through the experience, resting upon the back of her hand lightly as she slowed down and, panting like mad, apologized.  "There is nothing to be sorry about.  It's me, Keavy."  As her hand withdrew and lifted, his held it, both wet with her fluids.  His fingers curled around her hand, gently.  "This is how it should be.  You and me.  So why would I think less of you?"  He carried her hand away from her own mouth, and to his, where he licked her wetted digits and let one disappear into his mouth as he tasted her with a murring moan.  She may have been calming, but he was raging hard beneath her as he panted with need, sucking on her finger, and it took all of his willpower not to dry hump her until he finished as well.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Keavy shivered as she softly panted, feeling her heart race as her fingers went towards her mouth to suddenly be licked off by Thistle. Keavy's head relaxed on his shoulder as she held onto him lightly, basking in her afterglow and feeling a smile crept on her lips. "Yea, it is. I-I'm really- Thank you."

Keavy knew they had to get going now before they broke curfew. When he finished she found herself giggling, "Yea, really going to need that bath now. Come on you."

She finally stood up and started to pull her bra back into place, finding herself disheveled from their little make-out session.  "Um. Oh! There it is." She saw her and Thistle's clothes, tossed so haphazardly over at the desk. Getting over to the small pile as she tossed his clothes back over to him. "Ok, the second time, much better- way much. Maybe I should just not wear any underwear at all?" Keavy teased playfully giving him an innocent smile before she found herself finally looking somewhat decent for their journey back to their dorms. When Keavy and Thistle had to finally part she gave him a kiss, nipping his bottom lip before whispering, "For your dreams tonight." Unsure if it would leave any lasting impression but she thought it was better than saying some lame good night.

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The early morning brought a rather intense wet dream for Keavy, only this time. It felt more real, and it had Thistle doing things to her that now- was more than a possibility. From licking her wet, swollen labia to even fucking her. When she awoke she had to release her self in the bathroom as she bathed, making sure that no evidence was left behind.

Then came breakfast-

"So~" Syvanna started, giving the redhead a rather knowing smirk. "How did the 'Study session' go?"

"F-Fine," Keavy stated buttering her toast rather longer than she had intended, not wanting to make eye contact with Syvanna.
"I got the feather up."

"I'm sure you did and he got the caldron really boiling didn't he?" Syvanna teased as Keavy glared at her but soon smiled and tried to hide her blush.

"Oh, my God just shut up," Keavy said with a laugh as she bit into her toast, "We didn't go that far I mean we- um. You know." Syvanna nodded but still smiled as she poked Keavy on the side.

"Good, otherwise I would have to kill you for being so stupid. Think about that next time when you so want him before you think of countermeasures."

Keavy rolled her eyes, "Yes mom~"

"Well someone has to think about these things. Might as well be the responsible one." Keavy only shook her head, "Hey I'm responsible! I just... Got caught up, that's all."

[GreenWolf]

There was a quietness to Thistle as she relaxed against him and he kissed her softly, anywhere he could reach.  They may have been finished, but his hands didn't remain to himself, lightly fondling the girl upon him and reaching out to touch her as she walked by, once she'd gone to dress.  Poor Thistle felt like he hadn't had enough, and wasn't aware yet that he'd never have enough, but instead be always looking forward to their next encounter with a needy desire for her.  She tossed him his clothing, but he dressed slowly, watching her as she got dressed, stripping in reverse, as it were.  He just stared with this silly little smile upon his face.  She was so beautiful, she was the one thing he always wanted back in his life, and now she was.  "Thank you," he said towards her compliment, but added, "As much as I may enjoy that, you may find that levitation charm you just learned works well on short skirts and while the first years still have to speak, our entire class just learned how to do such silently." 

He walked her towards the Hufflepuff Common Room entrance, where he would climb up the long sets of stairs to find Ravenclaw Tower.  As she drew close to kiss him, he licked his tongue out along her lips, his hands caressing her soft bottom and offering it a little squeeze.  He was growing bolder and more confident now that they'd had a successful encounter.  "You're already in my dreams at night," and whisper added, "but now I'll know what your breasts feel like."  He smiled, winked at her, and headed up the stairs, though he stopped off in a bathroom to relieve himself of a certain tension in the privacy of a stall.

***Breakfast***

Thistle was exhausted, he'd had so much trouble sleeping the night before.  It felt like she'd awakened something within him that didn't want to be quenched and masturbation was not helping him as it should have.  He hadn't worked on his broom at all, but hopefully he'd get Frankenbroom back from Flitwick and it will have been both cleansed of the Confundus and any other ailments hexed upon it.  Flitwick was going to teach him to read the item later, to detect magic and dispel what was found.  If he became really good at it, he might even know who the caster was, but those tended to reply more on knowing the individual rather than the spell.

"You ok, Thist?"  Rowan was asking him, "You seem really out of it."  She was watching him with concern as he'd just taken a sip of the pancake syrup, rather than his pumpkin juice.  Clive relieved him of the syrup, looking at it suspiciously, but then ended up using it on his pancakes anyway.  Thistle was going the eggs, ham, and bacon route.

"Huh?"  He asked, licking his lips as they tasted so strange.  He hadn't even realized the syrup had been taken from him, and had picked up his juice to smell it, unsure if maybe it had gone bad.  A second sip and it seemed to be ok.  Maybe there had been syrup on the rim of his glass.

"Ok,"  Rowan's plate of waffles was completely untouched, she was watching him so intently, "Something is wrong with you, Thist.  I'm gonna take you to the infirmary."  She'd begun to rise, but then paused, watching him.  Thistle was waving to Keavy who'd just walked into the great hall.  He had a sheepish smile upon his face and his cerulean eyes were sparkling so much they were practically glowing.

"Oi, sit Rowan.  Eat your food,"  Billy said, laughing, "e's jus' been bit s'all.  By that bug.  Fuck, Row-Row.  An' here, I thought Thist was gay."  Billy was shoveling forkfulls of food into his face, and was surprisingly easier to understand.  More directly to Thistle, lowering his face and leaning over to get in his line of sight, "Study date go well, then?"

Thistle turned back to them after exchanging a smile with his girl, no idea what they were talking about.  "What?  Oh, yeah.  It went great!  She was able to do the Leviosa Charm without speaking before she went back to her dorms."  He couldn't go into detail, they had never discussed whether their decision to go together should be public knowledge, but it didn't matter anyway.  They all knew, just by watching him.  Gorgeous girl like her, and she very well may have been the hottest girl in the school, that new Hufflepuff girl.  For whatever reason, she liked Thistle.  He was in Man's heaven.

"Oh?  An' what was'it she made rise, ey?"  Billy had a smile on his face, but Thistle didn't catch the innuendo at first.

"Oh christ, Billy.  Thistle! Oi, mate!"  Clive was saying, "You need to snap out of it.  You need to do well at the try outs tonight if you want to remain Ravenclaw's Keeper, yeah?  I'm gonna make the team this year and it'll be shite if I get on and you don't."

Rowan looked torn, considering not making Thistle try out, but just try others against the Keeper she knew him to be, but there was no way around it.  "Thist'll make the team, Clive.  He always does.  If that broom gives him trouble, he'll be able to use a spare and go again, so no worries."  But she was worried too.  Even she would be up against other candidates for Seeker, Thistle needed to be on his game.  She picked at her waffles slowly, nervous about how tonight would go.

Thistle, on the other hand, was oblivious, sneaking glances at his sweetheart from where he worked his way through breakfast, once again not really paying attention to his house mates.  He had a free period before Herbology, and he planned to run over to Charms and grab his broom before he needed to be there.  Professor Longbottom never cared too much if they were late, but he wanted to do his best not to miss anything.  Herbology was not one of his stronger classes, unless the plant in question skirted the line of Magical Creatures, like with the Mandrake Roots.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Hoping to push her thoughts past on what had happened the night before, needing to focus on the class. And she came to a conclusion. That the first Transfiguration class of their sixth year had a teacher that she felt was intriguing. And, when she is referring to something as intrigued, then it's very obvious that the teacher himself in this case; is interesting.

The class is with a man called Vita Sanguini, and by how he looked; tall, lean, pale but the most prominent feature was his eyes. A deep smoky green that she was sure seemed... Ancient. Keavy couldn't explain it- the man looked as if he had held wisdom behind them. Snd she was told the man was going to educate his students if it's the last thing he does, and no one's really surprised by his attitude. He was passionate in his studies but very stern in what must be taught. Keeping them on track and never letting them stray too far from the task at hand.

He's really calm like Thistle...

Shut up brain!

Everyone's on time making Keavy actually surprised, most people who are in NEWT type of classes seem to take their time. Or was it because the students here in this school have respect for their professor?

When the class fell silent as the teacher appeared from his office, a wave of respect washes over Keavy. Realizing that the presence he has just seems to call for it. She found herself sitting up a little straighter, meeting Sanguini's eyes. And she swears she sees the faintest of gleams in the dark eyes in the front of the room, the tiniest twitch of the jaw, just a hint of a smile.

Keavy looked over at Syvanna beside her, giving the American a small smile, to try to pass on just a little bit of encouragement that Keavy had just found. It's five minutes before class is supposed to start, and Professor Sanguini finally clears his throat and steps forward.

"It seems that everyone is present," he says, and his voice is just as stern just as he looked. He continues. "Welcome," He says, his voice crisp, "to NEWT Transfiguration."

He proceeds to lay out the rules and guidelines regarding learning, homework, and behavior, and he finishes with, "If you do not abide strictly by these rules, I will be forced to give you a detention. Or maybe I'll just yell at you until I'm blue in the face because you're all crying children I don't know."

The class snickered, and giggled but never the less they replied happily with "Yes, Professor"s, and then he turns to the class, fixes them with his stare, and declares that he will now collect the summer homework.

Keavy found herself slightly panicking. Summer homework?! Since when?!

He goes around the classroom asking everyone to hand theirs to her, and when he gets to Syvanna and collects her essay, she looks almost on the verge of speech before pressing her lips tightly together again, and Keavy wonders what she wanted to say but just then he's moved on to Keavy.

"Miss MacDónaill," says Professor Sanguini sternly, and thankfully it wasn't loud since the classroom is talking, joking, and gossiping about their business as Keavy nodded, "Yes, Professor?"

"Do not worry, since you did just transfer here, but I do want you to be able to keep up. If you are having trouble- please let me know."

"Right Professor!" Keavy stated beaming as Professor Sanguini only smiled back, knocking on her desk gently as he went about to teaching the class, easing her mind a bit. Perhaps taking her mind off of the night before wouldn't be easy, but not impossible.

[GreenWolf]

Thistle had wanted to spend more time with Keavy after breakfast, but he had to run to Flitwick's office for his broom and Syvanna was adamant that they needed to get to Transfigurations.  Until then, however, it was a large group of kids socializing.  It was nice, actually, all of his friends were getting to know her and she had Syvanna on her side, as well as a few lingering Hufflepuffs he didn't know the names of.  He had wanted to kiss her, so badly, to touch her again, but something in her face had him hold off.  He wasn't upset by it, she was too openly happy to be beside him, and secretly, down low where no one was looking, he let his pinky rub up against hers in a low-key affection to let her know just how much he had missed her.

"Well, at least Thist is acting more normal," Rowan said, "You should have seen how out of it he was at breakfast."

Thistle, who was much more aware of the moment, cocked his head to the side in a strangely dog-like look of confusion, which more than Keavy may have noticed.  "What?  I was just tired."  He explained, and actually, he looked it.  Something about his eyes and the occasional yawn that would break free.

"Did you make another broom last night?"  Clive had asked, but Billy smacked him in the back of the head.

"Naw, y'idiot.  'E was teachin' Keavy 'ow t'make things rise, r'member?"  He laughed as he said it, making sure the double entendre was clearly witnessed by his target audience of: Everyone.

Thistle choked as if he'd been drinking still, which he wasn't, but it was Rowan who reached over to smack Billy, "Don't be such an arse, Boggles."  There were a few others who had lingered around the group who were watching them with shocked faces, and Rowan snapped at them, "He was teaching her to do the non-verbal Leviosa Charm!  Don't believe everything you hear!"  Rowan may have been a little thrown by the idea of Thistle and Keavy together, but she was still nothing but nice to the new girl and truly seemed to want to be her friend.

Unfortunately, Syvanna chose that moment to drag Keavy off and Thistle remembered he had to run.

***Herbology***

His broom had been cleaned of any speck of dirt and cleared of hexes.  Flitwick had also taken the liberty of re-calibrating it and explained that, while the wood wasn't at fault, in now actually believed itself to be a single object and wasn't held together strictly by Glue Charms.  He made it clear that he was still impressed by the ingenuity, and was sure Thistle would be able to improve upon such tinkerings in the future.  Thistle, who had been running late after listening to the excited little man's explanations, had darted out of the room and leaped clear out the window!

Students from all over in the hallway gasped as they ran to see, realizing only after that He had been holding a broom and was now soaring down from the main building and towards the greenhouse.  He would make it to class, but if any staff had seen him, Ravenclaw was likely to have points deducted for his reckless behavior.

Longbottom was a nice professor.  He could be stern, but not really and fairly rarely.  Generally, he gave his students the benefit of the doubt and guided them with a gentle hand into the world of plants.

Holy fuck, was Thistle bored.  He was trying to figure out what the differences were between Wolfsbane and Monkshood, but the only plants he wanted to dwell upon were the fruits of Keavy's chest.  Still, he managed to buckle down and even learned something ahead of time for Ghoul Studies as it was mentioned that most stakes, for hunting Vampires, were made out of Ash, Aspen, or Yew.  It reminded him that he still needed to read that chapter before his next class, which wasn't tonight, but he was bound to have even more homework and he was realizing that he may have a problem focusing when Keavy was around.

Speaking of Keavy ... class was ending and they had Defense Against the Dark Arts next, together, and with that Potter fellow from the Ministry who would be teaching Apparitions.  Lupin would be there, that Hufflepuff kid who graduated last year, or the year before, but apparently, while training, he was given assistance by someone who Thistle had assumed had no teaching experience whatsoever.

"Nah, nah, mate," Rowan had explained as they were hurrying between classes, "Potter teaches Defense all the time, but never a whole year of it.  He usually just comes in for specific lectures.  Teddy should be teaching it on his own next year, but they're easing him into it.  He was friends with Longbottom when they went to Hogwarts.  Same house and class, Gryffindor.  Oh!  Check those Frogs Clive gave you.  I bet you got a Potter card in there.  World works fucking weird like that."

"He's on a Frog card?"  Thistle looked skeptical, but Rowan just laughed.

"Take a Hogwarts history class, Yankee Doodle." This from Clive, who'd made the joke about it before, "He was 'The Boy Who Lived.' Remember?"

They were approaching the room, when Thistle saw Keavy approaching from the other side.  Stupid Kool-Aid smile was suddenly plastered across his face.

"Billy was right, Row-Row," Clive commented to Rowan. "Bug bit him bad."

She only shook her head, "Think about it, Clive.  All the conversations she's come up in?  He's always been in love with her."  She looked over at Thistle and shook her head, but she was smiling, "The idiot just didn't realize it.  Dumbest.  Ravenclaw.  Ever."

Before Thistle could greet Keavy, Rowan grabbed him by the back of the robes and yanked him into the class.  Clive, who was only a 5th year, kept on going.  "C'mon, Romeo."  She commented offhand as she manhandled Thistle down a few steps, keeping him off balance and then shoving him into a chair with a smirk.  She yanked his broom from his stunned hand and laid it down over the next two desks beside him on the Hufflepuff side, now officially reserved for Keavy and Syvanna, by schoolyard rules of 'dibs.'  Rowan took her seat beside Thistle, on the other side of him, and left her bag in the next one over, keeping it reserved for one of the other Ravenclaws, though offhand, Thistle couldn't figure out who.  She looked pretty smug as she said, "I even saved a seat for her, but if I let you two meet up out in the hallway, you'll end up late for a class you're standing right in front of."

[YamiNoTenshi22]

As the two Hufflepuffs walked into the warm and welcoming class, she noticed the broom reserved seats on their side. A mixture of curiosity, amusement, and puzzlement spread on Keavy's features before Syvanna gently picked up Thistle's broom and gave it back to him. "I take it that you and Rowan saved us seats?"

Rowan smirked back as she shrugged, "Well, made sense, the class does fill up quickly when we have a famous person for a professor and fellow old student too."

Syvanna nodded in agreement, "Ah yes, I can't wait to see what Teddy is going to teach us. Although, I partly wonder how the Headmistress was able to convince him to take the supposed legendary 'cursed' position." Stated the blond Hufflepuff with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Rowan, on the other hand, could only shake her head with a knowing smirk. Legendary curse or not, everyone knew how much Teddy wanted to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts.

Keavy took her seat next to Thistle, looking over at him as she leaned over and whispered, "Hey, having a good morning?"

"Good? You should have seen him earlier this morning. I was told by a few third years that Thistle jumped out the window and flew on this broom! It's actually working, I am so pumped to see Thistle's Frankenbroom in action during tryouts tonight! It's going to be bloody fantastic!" Rowan stated with a grin giving Thistle a pat on his back making Keavy and Syvanna both surprised.

"Wait, seriously? How?" Keavy asked half in worry and the other half in interest of the story from the main source himself.

But before anyone could say, Keavy then noticed the young man before them in front of the classroom. "Good Morning, everyone, he greeted them, smiling. He appeared to be in his late teens, early twenties and had short curled brown hair. Most of the students had knowing grins when he spoke, whereas Keavy simply gave a small friendly smile in greeting.

"My name is Teddy Lupin," he continued warmly, walking around to stand in front of the desk at the front of the room, " but you can call me Professor Lupin. Seeing as how you are all bright individuals, I'm sure that by now you noticed that I am quite a few years younger than the rest of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers you've had."

Keavy looked over at Thistle, not sure just what he meant by that but she gave a small shrug, maybe the students were so used to having old teachers. The kind with monotone voices that bored them to death or some that just weren't as interesting as Teddy Lupin was turning out to be.

[GreenWolf]

Thistle accepted his broom back graciously, cast a Reducio Charm on it that shrank it down to the size of a pen, and slipped it into his robes for later.  Magic certainly made life easier.  As everyone was so chatty, he just smiled a greeting to Keavy as she sat beside him, excited for class to begin.  If there was any class he enjoyed as much as Creatures, this was it.  It was a lot more theory than practice, which sort of blew, but he kept hoping for something more like when they'd learned the Riddikulus Charm as third years.  That had been fun.

"Ain't cursed anymore, Chicachi."  Taliesin MacManus was walking over calm as could be.  He nodded to those who greeted him, but then he was still talking to Syvanna, "Not since Professor Potter defeated You-Know-Who.  People just don't want it now.  Superstitious. Teddy does though, so maybe it'll change, but way back when, no one lasted more than a year because, You-Know-Who was denied the position."

"I saved you a seat, Tali."  Rowan beamed up at him and Thistle would have stated her eyes seemed more sparkly than normal, if he wasn't so busy trying to reply to Keavy, but no one seemed to want him to speak today.  As Tali got comfortable, Rowan mentioned the underclassmen who'd run up to talk to Thistle about his earlier actions.  He lifted a hand to rub the back of his head, laughing sheepishly as it appeared he was showing off, even though he wasn't the one talking.

He would have explained how, but then Teddy walked in and introduced himself to the class.  He'd just have to wait to speak until later.  Then a man in his 30's with straight, black hair and round glasses stepped out of the office and into the classroom.  "Which is why I will be here, along for the ride this year.  Most of you know me, and all of you know Teddy, but I want to stress to you, please, remember it's Professor Lupin and Professor Potter.  McGonagall may not be able to take points from us anymore,"  He said with a smile that broke into a chuckle when he rubbed the back of his head and added, "But she's still not someone I want to cross."

Instead of Teddy speaking, Potter continued talking.  "Generally, Professor Lupin will run the class, but I'd like to take the reins for the moment.  Just for this first week.  Firstly,"  He motioned to Taliesin, who was watching him close enough that no one, except Keavy and Thistle who could see it clearly, would have noticed Tali and Rowan had their closest legs pressed together between the desks.  Thistle wondered if this was something new, or if it had developed over the summer.  He had spent time at both houses during the break, not for long, but neither of them had mentioned it.  "Superstitions, you mentioned, in the same breath you said, 'You-Know-Who?'  The first rule to fighting dark wizards that you need to know is to not give them anymore power than they already have.  Or in this case, had.  But regardless, call him Voldemort.  Don't be superstitious, yourself."  He grinned, finding humor in this moment for instruction.

"But secondly, I've been going over the courses and there's been much too much theory involved and not nearly enough practical application."  He was walking around the front of the room, eyes flitting from pupil to pupil, while Teddy lounged behind him smiling, resting back against the front of his desk.  "If you leave here and run into a dark wizard, are you going to fight with theory?  No.  The most important weapon you have, will be knowledge and practice, but to apply it requires one, key element."

He drew his wand out of his blazer, holding it out so everyone could see it.  "Holly, 11 inches long, with a phoenix feather at its core.  Very similar to my first wand, this one, and, to we have a close relationship.  I practice, and practice, to bond with my wand.  Being an Auror, I need to be ready at a moment's notice, and sure of my spellwork.  But anyone could need to react without any time to think.  How well do you know your wand?  How well do you trust it?  The first step in this is knowing your wand's strengths and weaknesses.  So, as if this were a first day with a new group, we're going to introduce ourselves around the room.  But, not as people, tell me about your wand and show me a simple charm you're quite confident with.  I want you to pay attention to the difference between the woods, but also the ... feel, of the spell produced.  Anyone who can tell me about their wand wood and core, what's special about it, doesn't have any homework this week.  Anyone who can't, well, you need to be able to tell me about it next class."

And with that, students began to stand and present their wands, various woods with various personalities.  He hadn't asked about cores, as there were really only three of them, but the first person with each core did make mention of it.

When it got to Thistle, he lifted his wand and said clearly, "Swamp Mayhaw, 13 and 1/3 inches long, with ..." But he didn't get to finish as Professor Potter suddenly spoke.

"Rougarou hair.  Where did you get this wand?"  He didn't sound like a teacher anymore, but ... more like a police officer.  Or an Auror.  "How does a wand like this come into the hands of a 16 year old?"

Teddy had leaned forward, touching Professor Potter's arm gently, "That is Thistle Dunwich, from America.  He received his wand straight from Ilvermorny when you enrolled, didn't you, Thist?"

But Potter was shaking his head.  "No, no, no, there was only ONE wand maker in America who made these and she's long gone.  They discovered what she was using in her wands, wands which take to Dark Magic the way a vampire takes to blood.  Ilvermorny destroyed the remaining stock."

Finally, Thistle had had enough of being talked over.  "Yes, Professor, they had.  But, when asked to feel for a suitable wand, I found this one hidden in the back and was allowed to keep it as it's chosen me.  They had forgotten about a back crawlspace off the office, found quite a few old wands from ... I don't know.  Think they said a hundred years back."

Professor Potter was going to continue, but Thistle was retrieving his broom from within his robes.  Showing off again, Thistle?  As if to prove a point about how close he and his wand already were, he performed the Engorgio Charm on his broom, silently.  They'd only done the Leviosa so far, but sure enough, his broom swelled to full size and Thistle began to explain the parts he'd placed together and the weaves of different charms used in making it.  "And all with this wand."  He settled back, looking as though he'd taken offense to an insult against his wand.  "And you had asked about the 'feel?'  I'd think a better word for evaluating the spells would be their 'scent.'  The various charms smell different, and smell seems to be different based on the wand used as well."  He seemed to think this was normal, that he was helping.

Rowan leaned over and whispered, "You smell magic, Thist?" with a quirked brow, but Potter wasn't done yet.

Professor Potter watched him curiously for a second, lost in thought or reading something about the 6th year Ravenclaw who was so proud of his Frankenbroom.  Finally, he said, not unkindly, but determined.  "This weekend.  Go to Hogsmeade, go to Ollivander's, and please, request a new wand.  Then, destroy that one, before someone else uses it."  He began to turn to look at Keavy, but his eyes lingered on Thistle.  Before Keavy got a chance to speak he added, to the room, "Even a dark wand can be used for good, but general consensus is there is something ... wrong, with Violetta Beauvais' wands.  I know, many famous people have used them in American History, but ... Better safe than sorry."  Then, as an aside to Thistle, "And it isn't JUST rougarou hair.  She tipped many of her cores with a werewolf's claw or a vampire's fang.  It is hard to know what a Swamp Mayhaw has within it for this reason, but ... Multicore wands are excellent for parallel casting, like you did with your ingenious weave."  He nodded towards the full sized broom Thistle was still holding.  "Leading me to believe you may have one of these multicore wands.  But again, please, consider my suggestion and exercise caution."

And with that, he turned to look upon Keavy and said, pleasantly, "And your wand, Miss ... ?"  He wouldn't know Thistle's mom by a No-Maj's surname, but he would know Keavy's parents.  Chances were good, he would be speaking to them later about the Dunwich boy she seemed to be close to.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Keavy sat there as she heard what Professor Potter said about Thistle's wand, her anger rising. So what if the wood was made in their home country! Just because it was made with a werewolf claw or a vampire's fang, doesn't make it any less evil. Hell, a dragon heartstring or even that so-called Elder's Wand that Professor Potter had at one point could make wizards do dark magic! It's the wizard, not the wand cores!

Keavy could tell that the class was on the edge of their seats. After hearing a near backlashing from Professor Potter with Thistle's wand, most wondered how he would like the new student's American wand. Would it be the same as Thistle's? Is he going to go off on her just as before? Well, she was going to sadly disappoint many of the students today.

Her hands fisted as she forced a smile up at Professor Potter, slowly standing up. She even noticed that Professor Lupin was turning his attention to her as well. When asked about her wand she cleared her throat, mocking the professionalism. "My wand is a Redwood, 12 and 3/4 of an inch long with a Dragonheart String, a Norwegian Richback to be exact. Its flexibility is slightly yielding. From my early memories, Redwoods are in short supply thus have a good reputation to bring good fortune to the owner. redwood wands are not themselves lucky but are strongly attracted to witches and wizards who already possess the admirable ability to fall on their feet, to make the right choice, to snatch advantage from catastrophe."


"Do you believe that you had been given good fortune?" Professor Lupin asked with genuine interest as he tilted his head slightly. When he had checked his roster this morning and noticed the last name of MacDónaill, he knew that his Godfather would be interested in the student, what he didn't expect was the girl to be so well versed in her wand.

"Truth be told Professor," Keavy looked up at him in the eyes, "I did meet Thistle and he is very good at Charms which I am not. Also, he was an excellent duelist back at our school."

But before Professor Lupin or Potter could go on, she then finished, "Which brings us to the wand cores yes? Mine, as I stated, was a Norwegian Richback Dragon Heartstring. As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and if we are to all remember what Ollivander said- which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Yes? Oh but wait what else did he say? Oh, right- Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental."

The class fell deadly silent, making Professor Lupin rather nervous as to just what Potter might say, but still, brave little Keavy finished her introduction. "You may go on about Wand Cores and how dangerous they are Professor Potter, but I do think that it's the Wizard or Witch who holds the wand rather than the cord itself. After all- I go by what my grandmother saying: I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them."

[GreenWolf]

Professor Potter watched and listened as Keavy did her polite rant, looking proud of her few moments upon the soapbox.  He didn't say anything immediately, just stood there, looking contemplative.  His eyes, behind those round glasses, held a faraway look and his mouth curved into the faintest of smiles.  "You remind me of someone."  He finally stated, after a few moments.  "And of course, she would have been correct too.  It is ultimately the wizard, not the wand, who has control of the relationship, but the wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around, and the wand will have it's reasons."

Thistles fingertips, feather-light, fell upon Keavy's forearm, and he said, softly, "Sit, Keavy."  His face held a warm smile below reddened cheeks as she had embarrassed him with her loyalty, but in a good way.  "Thank you," he softly added, "that was sweet."  His fingers touched her hand, tips gentle against the side of it, against her own.  Not holding her hand, but just a light brush.

Tali, who had spoken already about his own wand, stood again then, "Professor?"  He paused, waiting for both pairs of eyes to fall upon him before he continued, "Couldn't it be a different reason?"  He looked like he was going to say more, but when he faltered, Rowan stood beside him, reaching out to touch his arm in a similar manner to how Thistle had with Keavy.

"Thistle is a good person, loyal and kind."  Rowan began.  It seemed as though Keavy had incited a revolution.  "He'd stand up for any one of his friends without a moment's thought.  We're his family, and have been for the last four years and,"  But Professor Potter raised his hands defensively, palms out.

"Ok, ok.  I believe I owe you all an apology for derailing the class.  Ironically, as I'd cautioned against superstitious thoughts, apparently, I may have some of my own.  Yes, most wands aren't sentient, and I have no reason to believe this one is.  It very well could have chosen Mr. Dunwich for a completely different reason than a proclivity for Dark Magic.  Hell, maybe he's just a dog person."  The whole class laughed at that one.  "As I said, my wand is Holly, and Holly is also known for choosing wizards who have a problem with impetuosity."  A larger laugh from the class, and even one from Professor Potter, as he looked sheepish and said, "Acting without thinking can be useful in the field, but in the classroom, not so much.  Again, I apologize for any offense.  Thistle, was it?  I am not going to penalize you if you choose to stick with this wand, so don't worry about that."  Everyone in the room heard the unspoken, 'but ...'  He obviously still felt Thistle should at least check, perhaps have his wand evaluated.

Thistle, who had taken a moment to run his hand over Keavy's thigh in a comforting stroke while no one was watching them, was already facing forward again, hands on his desk.  If he could have left his hand on her leg, he would have.  He had intended it to be comforting for her, but found it was soothing for himself as well.  Much like how, for the rest of the night prior, he could still feel her lips and tongue against his hours after, he could still feel her leg beneath his fingertips.  "Thank you, sir."  He answered, though left it at that.  He was, however, turning his wand in his hand and looking down on it, obviously considering his wand with a deeper thought than previous.

"And really," Potter added quickly, "any one of you could benefit from such a trip.  It's not always likely, but you never know.  Though, if you are in possession of a hand-me-down wand, and can afford one, I suggest finding one more attuned to you specifically."  And with that, his eyes roamed the group until falling on Syvanna.  "And continuing on ..."  The rest of the class was specifically on wands, discussion of woods and cores, and the debate over multiple wands vs. staying with one."

"If you win a wand in a duel, you would have multiple wands." "One will always still function better for you, though perhaps not the one you began with."  "Can multiple wands choose you in stores?"  "My brother got a new wand when he graduated and began working.  It chose him, worked better, but he didn't need two wands.  My wand used to be his."  "What if one wand was better with healing charms and the other worked better with duels?  Wouldn't you keep both on you?"  "Generally no, most wizards stick with their favored wand, even after a duel."  "What about if you are disarmed?  A spare would help!"  And so on and so forth, the class becoming a conversation that grew like a living creature, but didn't always provide satisfactory answers.  It seemed much was simply 'How it's always been,' or 'Perhaps Ollivander himself would know?'  Thistle wasn't as much a part of the discussion, but he was listening and following along, though his eyes were almost always on Keavy, rather than the speakers.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

The warm comfort feeling from Thistle's finger tips brought some level of ease in Keavy's anger. But she still didn't sit down until he asked her to; not that she didn't want to anyhow, nor did she care that she didn't show either Professor a single spell. What would be the point? Part of her felt she had taken her words too far on Professor Potter, but the other part she felt justified in defending Thistle's side. Perhaps, she should have thought a bit more carefully on her words and at least been a bit more polite to a man who is not only a teacher but, someone highly respected in her father's field of work on top of that.

Either way, Keavy cannot take back what she said- nor will she want to. It did give the students some courage to give their voice of concern as to how Professor Potter jumped on Thistle's Wand and even made him apologize for it. Much to Keavy's satisfaction at this result then felt a tingle from her thigh; Thistle's hand. His hand was giving her a soft rub that made her smile, partly wishing it would go higher and higher. But no sooner than she had those thoughts she pushed it to the back of her mind. Knowing such... Playful thoughts would only cloud her mind from the lesson.

She looked back over at Thistle with a smile, her leg bumping his a bit as if to test him a little before she placed her attention back to the Professors. It seemed Lupin then took over once introductions finished with everyone. "With what Professor Potter was talking about knowing your wand, we are going to do a little bit of- well classroom participation. First, we're gonna team you up with a partner. Then, you're gonna switch wands."

The class began to talk in excited tones mixed with worry. Most if not all the students had never used another person's wand! But it did tie into their previous questions being put into practice. Professor Lupin had quieted down the class as he went around the room, teaming up the students and putting each pair facing the other at a short distance.

"All right, I want you to feel their wand, actually try to. Do you trust it? Does it remind you of it's owner? Do you feel capable of using the other's wand?" Professor Lupin questioned as he walked around, watching the students look down at their partner's wands. Keavy, having paired up with Thistle, held his wand- the Swamp Mayhaw, the one with Rougarou hair. At first, the crooked stick felt like any other wand. There was nothing special about it. Her mind flashed to the first day that she met Thistle.

Keavy refused to look up as she walked in the Court Yard of Ilvermorny, clutching her potion book tightly to her chest. She just wanted to get by without being noticed by anyone or hearing the words Erin.

"Well- well where do you think you're going? Without saying hello?" A large boy drawled out just as she thought she was free and clear. Keavy's heart sank to the bottom of her belly as she felt the same clenching dread that preceded the bully's insults. Before she could respond he came forward and tugged a strand of her soft red hair that has escaped from the haphazard bun atop of her head, making her grimace in pain.

"Ouch! Stop it!"

"Honestly Erin, Erin-go-braless if you spent half the time with grooming than stuck your head in books you wouldn't be a half bad hag!" he said in a nasty voice.

"Hey shut up! Why don't you leave her alone and go insult someone else? Like look in a mirror and insult that?"

She fingered the wand, examining its every curve when she then felt it. Warm. Fuzzy. Like fur. Yet, she felt more than that- It was soft too. She looked up at Thistle, her eyes wide, Keavy didn't know how to voice her partner on how she felt it. But she had to try, "Your wand, I can feel strength from it. Like I should be afraid of such animalistic dominance, yet, I'm not. I feel so safe, like home. Protected. It's almost like I belong."

[GreenWolf]

Thistle stood there, holding Keavy's wand and facing her, while around the room, all of the desks had been shoved aside so students could stand paired up and ready.  He smiled as he heard her reply, thinking that it sounded like him.  Dangerous, and in protectively love with Keavy.  In reality, he probably wasn't nearly as dangerous as the creatures that made up the wand he'd used for the last 6 years, but a 16 year old's sense of self worth usually ran in that direction.  Keavy may have thought he was adorable, but he liked dangerous better.

He hadn't felt anything yet, not at first, but he began to notice there was a cool breeze and a woodsy scent of ancient forests as the wand acknowledged him.  No, not like a wielder, but like a ... like a friend of a friend.  Charms were being shouted all around the room, but in general, most of the students were unable to make anything happen with their companion's wand.  It made sense, the wands had grown attached to their wizards and witches, but he had expected more.

"The difficulty you are experiencing,"  Professor Lupin began, walking among his old classmates, "Stems from the fact that you haven't earned the wand's respect.  You haven't won it, in a duel.  A wand that has a partner, requires the stranger to prove themselves worth.  Generally.  If you lose your wand in a fight, you can't just snatch up any old wand off the ground and be sure of victory.  Oh, you could wish for the best ..."  Just then, Tali attempted a Levitation Charm with Rowan's wand.  Three desks shot up into the ceiling like rockets, shattering on impact and crashing down into the floor.  "But ... as you can see, even best case scenarios can be more dangerous to you than to the intended target.  How about some gentler magics from now on, yes?"

"Lumos," Thistle whispered and the tip of Keavy's wand began to glow a soft, emerald green.  It hovered there, and then drifted slightly from the end, like a will-o-wisp dancing through the air.  Thistle, having used the wand, could have sworn her her childlike laughter and the sounds of distant music, "Your wand is as beautiful as you are."  He commented softly, and a few neighboring students giggled at his awe-sounding admission.  "It feels like ... like fae folk having a celebration in a woodland glen somewhere.  Nox"  The light dimmed and went out.

"Those are very specific descriptions."  Lupin was commenting, "More than most should have received.  We're looking for, a feeling of light, darkness, sun, rain, simple energy from the wand that reminds you of something."  To Keavy, he commented, "Have you been able to use the wand?  If Thistle had, and you can, it is possible your wands are recognizing the bond you both share."  Thistle had approached Keavy, intending on giving her her wand back, but at Professor Lupin's words, he stopped to let her try and cast something.

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Keavy looked over at Professor Lupin, hearing his comment making her blush as she looked down at Thistle's wand, "I can't help but describe what I feel." Looking back at the Professor when she was told about being able to do a spell since Thistle was able to do so on her wand. Her mind going back to the previous night as her lower lip slightly curled. Perhaps their wands knew that they had more of a bond that was beyond than just mere friendship? "Well, let's see if Thistle's wand trusts me," Keavy stated with a smile, turning to Thistle his wand pointed right at him in her hand as she swished and flicked fluently. "Incarcerous."

The binding that flowed out of his wand was sweeping around him, able to bind him as the class laughed, even Professor Lupin had to give a small chuckle at the sight of Thistle being bound around his arms and legs. "Interesting choice of spell Keavy. Why did you pick that one?"

"It's used a lot for when we help my mom out with the Hippogriffs that she fostered for Hagrid back when I was a child. Although we were taught to do so lightly. Like you see here in my example. Plus, I think this wand remembers too."

Lupin nodded, looking over at his godfather with a smile. Watching him tend to other students before returning his attention back to Thistle and Keavy. "I take it that you two know each other very well?"

"Yes. Oh! Sorry, Thistle. Relashio," Keavy released Thistle from his magical binding, giving her dear friend a giggle as he handed him his wand back. "We've been best friends since our first years in  Ilvermorny."

[GreenWolf]

Thistle was laughing as he rubbed his wrists where the bindings had been a bit of a surprise, rolling his shoulders and moving his body, now that he wasn't wound up with magical ribbon.  "Yeah, but we haven't seen each other since I left, four years ago, so we're reacquainting ourselves."  He didn't have to say just how thrilled he was to have Keavy back in his life.  It was written all over his face.  He held her wand out towards her, a single eyebrow lifted in silent question as he waited for her to take it and give him his own back.

When he looked up throughout the rest of the class, he kept finding people staring at him and it made him uncomfortable.  Potter, Lupin, other students, all for different reasons, but still, all watching him, or him and Keavy.  He stood a little closer to Keavy, unintentionally, but most wouldn't have noticed or would have thought the reason more illicit.  As the class wound down, the desks were put back to rights, the broken ones mended using the Reparo Charm, and the students began to collect up their things.

"No Homework for the whole week!"  Rowan was practically jumping up and down with excitement.  "Isn't that fantastic?!"  Tali, who was standing beside her, was beaming at her enthusiasm.

"Yes," he began, "But then, the other classes make up for it, don't they.  Especially Transfigurations.  New guy is kind of a ... well, a pompous jerk."

"Yeah!"  Thistle suddenly added, "I thought so too, but did you notice how uncharacteristically enraptured the rest of the class was?  Fucking weird.  I'm going to fight through it, but it's going to be a long class."

"Oh, come on now, boys."  Rowan was nudging Keavy conspiratorially, "I know you both think the new Runes Witch is gorgeous.  Let us enjoy the Transfigurations teacher."

Tali shrugged, "I don't take Ancient Runes.  No amount of sexy is going to help that boring ass subject.  Thistle only took it for the teacher."

"Pffft!"  Thistle blew him off, but laughed, "I had no idea who was teaching Runes before class began, and besides.  I'm spoken for."

"I FUCKIN' KNEW IT!"  Rowan hissed out in a whispered shout, "I fuckin' knew it!  Levitating feathers my arse, Dunwich!"  She was laughing as she said it, and beamed a smile at Keavy.  "You two deserve each other, that's great.  And if you break his heart, I'll ... well, you know."  They were moving out in a group, and she took hold of Tali's hand in hers as she began walking towards the Great Hall.  Looked like they were spoken for as well.

Thistle leaned against Keavy as they walked, very much like how her leg had leaned against him in class.  He let her and Syvanna talk, but when their conversation lulled, he spoke softly to Keavy.  "So ... After lunch I have like three hours downtime before ..."  He pulled out his schedule, it wasn't like him to forget a class.  "Oh.  Uhhh Interpersonal Relations ... Whatever that is.  We've never had this class before.  With Hufflepuff, so at least we'll be in it together."  He shrugged, stashing his schedule in the cover of a textbook.  "Was going to get some studying in before then, but was wondering what you had this afternoon?" 

Choir he wouldn't be able to watch, but if she did have Quidditch practice, he could study in the stands.  It was hard to know, this first week, which classes weren't active yet.  "Oh!  And you had said you got Seeker?  That is great, by the way.  I meant to say Congratulations to you for that, before." 

[YamiNoTenshi22]

Keavy couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Sanguini being enraptured, "I just enjoy his lessons! I mean come on, so he's... wise looking." Keavy said as she brushed back some hair off of her face, trying her best to hide the smile that was shown on her face. Giggling all the more when Rowan nudged her on the side. "Sorry boy's but she does have a point. Although- I am looking forward to my Alchemy class tonight. Professor Frixell should be another interesting teacher to have too. She's learned under Famell!"

When Thistle had stated that he was spoken for Rowan as expectedly of what Keavy thought she would react, not only congratulated but told her that if he had ever broken his heart, making Keavy shake her head. That was not in her plan or in the future. Syvanna however, smiled as she cleared her throat, "As Rowan has stated, I too am happy for the both of you, but remember what I have said girly."

Keavy nodded, giving Syvanna a wave as she watched her friend walk off to the Library knowing she needed to pick up something before lunch. Hearing Thistle talk quietly she felt her cheeks redden slightly. "I do have Frog Choir but that's not til three. But that does leave us with two? Gryffindor screwed us over for practice and Sterk isn't happy at all. So, hide me?" She smiled softly leaning over to give him a soft kiss as she whispered, "Thanks. It was a tough call but I can't wait to see us on the field again."

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Lunch was light for her, a simple juice and some soup as she talked to Syvanna about the morning's classes. "I still can't believe you did that Keavy," Syvanna stated with a small stern in her voice as she read through her book on wand lore from Ollivander. "You could have been sent to the Headmistress for that kind of disrespect."

"What do you mean? He was suspecting Thistle of being a damn dark wizard for fuck's sake Syvanna. How could I not say anything?"

Syvanna turned a page before placing a finger over it and closed her book gently. Looking at her friend, "Look, I don't know how American wizarding schools work but here, there's a way to talk to Professors and the way you did it was not the way. I'm just saying, there's being right and then there's being right but being respectful too."

Keavy sighed, "I guess, but you gotta admit, I think I started the second revolutionary."

Syvanna only shook her head but smiled. "Of course, leave it to the American. Next thing you know you're dumping tea into Black Lake. At least the merpeople will have something to drink."

"Cheerio." Keavy stated, earning a small hit on the top of her head with Syvanna's book.

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"Thistle, where are we going? I mean, if we can't go to Hagrid's office then where?" She seemed to be walking with Thistle for nearly ten minutes on the same floor. Although most of the time was spent talking to him about the morning's classes she still couldn't help but wonder just where they could go.

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Thistle didn't see it.  Sanguini looked like a mummy to him, without the wrappings, who wouldn't, or couldn't, stop wandering around acting like he was a pharoah surrounded by slaves.  Or slaves with Downs.  No, slaves with leprosy.  He didn't argue though, as it had been pointed out already that the Runic Witch was quite pleasing to the eye, so who was he to ... no, wait, he was spoken for and clearly uninterested in the Runes teacher.  Still, he didn't press it.  He was rewarded with things to be hopeful four, namely, hours with no where to be.

"Sterk is always unhappy about something."  He grumbled.  "Just wait until he finds out about us."  He hadn't meant to say it, and wished he hadn't afterwards, closing his eyes for a moment to mentally curse himself for being so obviously jealous.  "I will, of course, always be glad to hide you."  He added, attempting to move on.

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Lunch passed uneventfully, but easier than it had been.  He and Keavy traded secret glances and smiles, but Thistle was much more in the moment now, feeling better about them now that they had agreed to be an item.  It was funny, he never would have thought himself one for labels.  He hated labels in general as the minute you identify something as one thing, it becomes harder to see it as anything else.  Still, something about thinking of Keavy as his girlfriend put his heart at ease, even as it caused it to flutter.

Mostly, plans for the try outs were discussed, Rowan reiterating that EVERYONE had to try out, even herself, and that Professor Flitwick, the Grey Lady, and Headmistress McGonagall would all be assisting to keep things fair.

"T'ain't fair," commented Billy.  "Grey Lady' sin love wit' Thistle."

"Don't be a twat, Billy."  Rowan cut him off from continuing.  "Thistle's taken, and the Grey Lady seems to like Keavy."

The entire table got silent.  Thistle, who had been swallowing a spoonful of soup, suddenly looked up and around the table to the sound of crickets.  All they were missing were a couple of tumbleweeds.  "What?"  He said, defensively, looking around.  "Really?  Guys, I've talked about her almost constantly for three years."

"Thankfully not,"  Rowan said with a nudge, "Or you'd have no friends and be known as the guy with the imaginary girlfriend.  But," and she directed her words around the group of them, "Some of you don't know him that well, being from different years, but trust us, his friends.  Keavy is not a new facet to that which is Thistle."

"Maybe not," Cerridwen FitzLochlan spoke up, she was a 3rd year, and Tamlin's little sister.  Long locks of spun gold were back in intricate braids into a ponytail, tendrils framing a young face, pale, freckled, and skeptical. "But, I feel bad for her.  New school, new place, and she's locked into a relationship, with Thistle, from day one?  She'll be known as 'Thistle's Girlfriend.'" 

"So then don't call her that, Cerri."  Tamlin chided her, "Call her Keavy, and let it go.  All of you.  No one talks about this, around the school, do you understand me?  They can go public with it when they choose to."

"Ooooh shite, Thistle,"  Rowan swore, "I just realized I spilled the fuckin' beans on that one.  I'm sorry."  She patted his shoulder, but he shook his head.

"Don't be,"  Thistle frowned, "We're not hiding it, we're just not advertising it.  People will figure it out eventually."  The group got quiet for a few moments, no one saying anything at all, until...

"Well,"  Tali beamed a smile, "Rowan agreed to go out with me.  Maybe we can double up sometime."

"Yeah, Tali," Clive was laughing, "but we all saw that coming from last year.  Took you guys long enough, if you ask me."

Thistle blinked, looking around, "Well, I didn't know."  And everyone burst out into laughter.

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"We're just heading up to the Owl's roost through these doors over here,"  Thistle commented loudly to answer her question, as there were other students passing by.  He threw an arm around her, low, saying his hand was on her hip would have been misleading, but then, in her robes, not many would realize he'd found where the curve of her ass begun, hidden by the clothing.  He whispered softly, "With Hagrid's Office in an area that's too populated during the day, we need another place to study."  Hahaha, sure.  Study.  "Just focus, really hard, on what you want.  A private place to be alone, where we wont get caught."

Not only was there suddenly a door against the far wall, that Keavy was sure hadn't been there before, but she would have been fairly certain she watched it appear.  "There it is."  He said, sounding pleased with the results of her wishing.  "This door has our name written all over it.  This should be the Room of Requirement.  Go ahead, open it."  And he explained what little he knew about it as they approached the doorway.