Blaze

Her mother is dead. Her father is mute. She struggled with keeping unknown powers hidden from the Wizard if world. So when Fen strolls into her life, bringing with him adventure and happiness, she blooms.
She journeys through a third year at a Wizarding school she has never been to, struggles with prejudice against her kind... and tries to keep the rest of those she loves safe and sound.

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6. Too Close For Comfort

I walked to my first Care of Magical Creatures class, book in hand. Since the former teacher, Hagrid, had retired and only worked on the first day of school, I wondered who would be teaching now he was gone (Hagrid was an old family friend, though I never met him before the first day of school).

I walked into class with low expectations. A tall man with grating red hair was standing on the lawn where the class took place. "Hello, class," he said. Kids gazed up at him with adoration in their eyes. He was one of those likable people. "My name is Charlie Weasley. Please call me Charlie. I am your Care of Magical Creatures professor, but you can think of me like a sort of mentor, not a professor. How much do you kids know about Magical creatures?" He asked, smiling.

One girl with short blond hair raised her hand. "Chloe Flynn, Sir. Most magical creatures are descended from a single breed of normal animal. For example, Pegasi are descended from the mundane horse," she said, a slight pinch to her voice. "Very good, Chloe. Ten points to Gryffindor!" Charlie praised. "But please, call me Charlie."

Chloe nodded and pulled out a red notebook as Charlie began to speak about different Magical Creatures and their characteristics.

By my last class, I was thoroughly informed about various potions (taught by Larkin Woods), charms (taught by Hannah Lockreed), ways to see the future (taught by the infamously boring Micah Lewis), and plants (taught by Neville Longbottom). Finally, my last class (Defense Against the Dark Arts) rolled around. The sharp-faced woman I'd seen at the Sorting stood at the front of the classroom. "Hello," she said. "My name is Professor Safiriumnia Tonks. I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Her eyes raked the room, clearly unimpressed. "But as my parents were morons and my name is a bit of a mouthful, you may call me Professor Tonks. Today, we will begin by learning how to identify various monsters." Out came the scarlet notebook from Chloe. "Put that away, Miss Flynn-" Chloe put the notebook away- "Now. Though many creatures are genteel animals, as you were taught by Professor Weasley-" "-He told us to call him Charlie-" Chloe interrupted- "-SHUT UP, Miss Flynn, three points from Gryffindor-"

"-just stating facts-"

"DETENTION, MISS FLYNN-"

"-Sorry-"

"-three days of it-"

"-SORRY-"

"-Make it four. Now listen up. You probably already know how to identify a werewolf, so we will skip that for now. Can anybody tell me what a Feonyx is?"

I froze. Was this some sort of setup or joke?! People like my mother weren't welcome in the Wizarding world. I knew that.

But because I am an idiot, I raised my hand. "Yes? Miss Monsoon?" Choosing that name was a bad idea. "A Feonyx is one of the most dangerous things to walk the planet. They are creatures that look like humans but have the power since birth o manipulate flame and turn into a Phoenix bird and fly. They are very rare, but very dangerous," I said softly. "Very good. Twn points to Gryffindor, Miss Monsoon."

And on and on the lesson went. After that quick lecture, we abandoned the topic of Feonyxes and moved onto Werewolves, but I was terrified someone would point at me and say "her! There! She's a Feonyx!" And kill me.

Shit.

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