Vibes

[Andrew Orelio]

The elements were at work outside. The Hogsmeade area was alive with thunder and lightning, which had been rolling steadily throughout the day. The wind howled beyond the safe haven of shelter. Relentless rain and ferocious lightning had inhibited any chance for afternoon stroll, and most of Hogwarts's students were bound to their indoor abodes, watching as the massive storm rolled out just beyond their window panes.



Andrew was nestled into his office, a dull fire cackling lazily under the dim lights of the cozy room. Filled with velvety, lush furniture, his office retained a sense of snugness; shelves of books lined the walls, and deep-set arm chairs sat beneath them. Frowning, Andrew stared blankly at the abundance of papers sprawling out before him. Unanswered letters loomed, screaming for response. His sister wanted her brother to "reappear from the dark bowels of academia," and she boisterously informed Andrew of the happenings at her estate. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the mound of papers before at the forefront of his desk. Students submitting essays upon essays to augment their languishing Charms grades. After hours of grading, hours of listening to the scratching of his quill, Andrew was in little mood to continue for the moment.



A roll of thunder, followed swiftly by a flash of lightning, erupted. Garrick, the Irish Wolfhoud familiar, whined uneasily. He sensed that there was something strange astir. Andrew gave his companion a weak smile, gently patting his head. "Nothing to fear, my friend." His voice was quiet from disuse; deep yet gentle. The dog placed his massive head on the Wizard's lap, his soulful eyes searching those of his master. Andrew scratched Garrick's head, fingering his wand lightly with the other hand. He had begun to idly slip into his thoughts, a soft glaze overtaking his azure eyes. Suddenly, another large peal of thunder tore him from his reverie.



Andrew's eyes flashed to the large window. Something was amiss, something strange. The unsettling vibe alighted upon him. Sensing the shift in mood, Garrick let out a sigh and padded away from his master, launching himself onto one of the velveteen armchairs, where he settled himself soundly.



Andrew could not shake the uneasy feeling within his bones; it was as if silent forces were aligning. Another clap of thunder rocked the darkening evening sky.

  

[Guest]

Augusta entred the classroom to a crash of thunder. It was a wild storm, seemed almost sinister. The empty classroom seemed a desolate place in this light. She was there to return an advanced charms book. Professor Orelio was not here, but she could hear his dog in the office. It was likely that he would be there too.

Augusta stepped up to the office door, pausing as lightning zig-zagged close outside the window. She sighed. She did not fear storms but much preferred the sun. She did not like to be cooped up indoors, or to be cold. With a shrug, she knocked on the office door.

As she waited for a reply, Augusta let her mind wander back to the weather. Looking out of the window, she could understand the many superstitions even though she didn't really believe in them. For example, if it rains on St Swithan's day it will rain for 40 days & 40 nights. Highly improbable. It may seem like it though, boredom can make the time drag. And this storm already seemed to have lasted for ages. It was hard to believe that thre was still a blue sky up there above the clouds.

  

[Andrew Orelio]

Andrew watched from his perch at his desk as the storm continued to rumble, as it continued to reel, lightning dancing. The wind rustled against the pane of his window, as if yearning to enter the confines of Andrew's sheltered sanctum. He was beginning to take a liking to the tempestùit provided a soft of lulling white noise. However, he could not help but lightly acknowledge the strange pit at the bottom of his stomach; the squall was undeniably ominous. Andrew turned back to the flow of work before him, wincing at the words that sprawled out garishly before himùscreaming to be read, wanting to be acknowledged and completed. He picked up the essay at the top of the stack, another extra credit work.

"The Fidelius charm, undeniably honored, wholly ponderous, is an extremely intriguingà," A clap of thunder interrupted the professor's concentration, and his eyes flashed towards the window once more. He could not help fingering his slender, extensive wand, his trusted protector. He slid his fingers over the smooth wood, and felt the shudder of mutual recognition skitter down his spine. A reminder of his ardor for magic, for his universe, pumped through his veins. His mastery of Charms had only reinforced his skill in dueling, making him a swift, transcendent opponent. He delighted in the exchange of charms, of spells. Without his wand, though, he was stripped.

A swift knock at the door forced him from his reveries. Garrick lifted his large gray head, his sharp brown eyes turning towards the portal in anticipation. Although it was getting late, Andrew was often visited by inquisitive students, searching for answers to their assortment of misunderstood questions. There was never an hour of rest for Charms.

Andrew let out a deep sigh, coinciding with another roll of thunder. He turned the page of the paper, his quill scratching edits where necessary. Best to appear productive, even despite his languishing evening. [color= 0eca93]"Come in, please."[/color] he called out to the unknown guest.