Minerva Gold and the Wand of Silver Pt. 07

Professor Ravenwood took Minerva about three corridors away from the inquisitorial chamber, into a side passage that was far from any prying eyes, then withdrew a wand of black wood and glowing white runes that crackled with power along their entire length. Her wand tip flicked and she snapped out, in sandpaper tones: "Awer Kemb Haater." Her wand tip glowed and a thick bundle of cloth burst from the tip. She yanked it free with a hand that seemed more gold than flesh, then held it out between two sharp, black tipped fingers. "Here."

It was a handkerchief.

"Dry your eyes and do stop blubbering," Professor Ravenwood said, her voice not exactly unkind, even if her words were brusque.

Minerva took it. She blew out a truly awful amount of snot with a honking noise, then sniffed once more. "Thank you, Professor," she said, her voice porcelain fragile.

"Yes, well, we all had to go through it," Professor Ravenwood said, her veil rippling in time with her voice. "No need to get so weepy." She flicked her wand again. "Haater Kemb Awer!"

The hankie - rather...full now - vanished. Minerva smiled. "Air to cloth. Cloth to air. R-Rather tidy."

"Saves on the laundry," Professor Ravenwood said, her voice sharp. "Now, come." She turned and continued her way through the corridors of Hexgramatica. Minerva followed after, still feeling as if she had been scooped out and left hollow. The path was dizzying. Ravenwood took no time to describe her destination, nor did she indicate where and when she would turn. Instead, she simply took a left, a right, ducked under an awning, went up a flight of stairs, down once more. The stairs were made of stone, but they led through wooden walled structures that had as much to do with the exterior stonework of Hexgramatica as Minerva had to do with the far side of the moon.

They sometimes came into larger corridors, where other students were talking, laughing, and walking to various destinations, but more often than not, they seemed to be moving through an abandoned school. Some of the turns required odd rituals - the pulling of a torch sconce to open a door concealed behind a tapestry, or rapping with one's knuckles on the bust of some ancient wizard to cause a stairway to unfold from the ground in some sophisticated display of grinding stone machinery.

The end result was that when they at last came to House Sildanus' wing of Hexgramatica, Minerva felt completely lost.

Fortunately, she was distracted enough by the sheer gothic splendor of the entrance. It was protected by a pair of carven stone statues of a statuesque woman and a powerfully built man, both with the grotesque devilish features one might expect of gargoyles. The woman had an extended tongue, long and rippling, and a pair of sharp fangs that swept down towards her chin. The man had a beaky face and curled horns big enough to serve as a king ram's headpiece. They were both clad in carven stone scraps. But as Minerva and Professor Ravenwood walked towards the two of them, Minerva noticed that both gargoyles had gleaming red gemstones for eyes. Those gemstones caught the light from the torches and reflected them back towards the pair of them, as if they were being watched.

The gargoyles stood to either side of a wooden door, painted dark blue, with orange around the edges. A large pair of knobs sat to either side. The door looked big enough to serve as a dinner table for the main hall - outsizing the two women standing before it.

"This is our pass phrase, don't allow others to know it. The Houses don't make war on one another like they used to, but there are pranksters and other jokesters who would love to get in here and ruin our laundry. Or the bathrooms." She shook her head, veil rippling. She lifted her chin and then spoke, her voice firm. "In Darkness, We Thrive. In Victory, we Triumph."

The two gargoyles glowed. When the glow faded, their arms moved as if their stone was flesh, and the female gargoyle withdrew her tongue, her lips skinning back in a wicked smile. "Good evening, Professor. Miss Sableknight." She nodded her head to Minerva, who felt a crawling chill run along her side as the doors creaked open, pulled aside by the two moving statues.

"That's...the pass phrase?" Minerva asked.

"It is the old motto," Professor Ravenwood said, her voice prim. "House Sildanus has always prided itself on exceptional students - that means hard study, good breeding and getting things done." She sniffed as she led Minerva through the doors. "Fortunately, as is true throughout history, to victors go the spoils."

Minerva's eyebrows went right up as they came into the common room of House Sildanus. To call it extravagant would have been rather insulting - the floor was covered in rich, sable soft carpet that was colored a dark blue and decorated with streaks of gold that formed into complex, swirling patterns of geometric perfection. Whoever had fashioned the carpeting had done so with surpassing skill, because it sure as hell didn't look machine stitched. The walls had a pair of fireplaces that flickered with warm flames that blazed out before sitting chairs and couches that were finer than even the Blythe's townhouse had sprouted. There were complex writing desks, a small set of shelves full of books tucked into the corner, and glass windows like a vast garden greenhouse, but rather than looking out into greenery, it looked out into the deep dark blue of the lake beyond. Fishes swam past in schools like moving constellations - but for a single moment, Minerva swore she could see something larger and darker and sleeker moving in the gloom beyond.

"The girl dormitories are that way, the boys, that way, the baths are there," Professor Ravenwood said, gesturing. "We have an attached stable of fae, they will do anything you ask within reason - they have the school's geas, so you can't order them to turn against it." She frowned slightly. "We have...added male fae, but I take it that won't interest you."

Minerva's cheeks heated. "Professor!" she said, shocked.

Ravenwood snorted. "I don't care that you're a dyke," she said, her blunt words and dismissive tones making it clear at least part of her did. "Just know, if free access to fae distract you from your studies, we shall be deeply disappointed. We in House Sildanus do not appreciate being disappointed."

Minerva frowned. "I take it that we're in all for one, one for all kind of situation, Professor?"

"Do you not know how Houses work?" Professor Ravenwood asked, snorting. "No, don't answer that, you're Sleeperborn. And not even from what passes for the higher strata in their...society." She sighed. "Yes, Houses are ranked against the other Houses. You earn points, given by professors and faculty. At the end of the year, there will be a House Cup, which will be bequeathed to the House with the most number of points by the Headmaster. If you do poorly, you lose points. If you lose us points, Miss Schross-Sableknight, because you can't keep up with your classwork-"

"I can keep up, Professor," Minerva cut her off, her voice holding a quaver that gave her words near a lie. It was funny, she was...rather mad right now. But thanks to that damn inquisition, she still felt near to tears. They pricked at the corner of her eyes.

Professor Ravenwood noticed both the quaver and the trembling.

"We'll see," she said, flatly.

The professor, thank God, chose then to incline her head and turn and walk away - heading towards the rear of the Common Room and out through one of the side doorways. Minerva shivered, then slumped into the nearest sitting chair. The other Sildanus students who were in the common room started to walk over, each of them eying her curiously. They were, to a T, all tall and thin and elegant. Most were blond. Quite a few of them bore family resemblance to one another. A pair of rather lumpen looking men grinned at her.

"You're the new one, huh?" one asked. "Professor Ravenwood says we got a Sleeperborn, right?"

His fellow nodded. "I'm Clyve," he said, then gestured to the one who had spoken first. "This is Gregory."

Gregory nodded. He seemed...nice enough, if standoffish.

"T-This place is a bit gloomy, isn't it?" Minerva asked.

"Oh it so is!" one of the girls of the group said, her voice going a mile a minute as she stepped beside Minerva, placing her hand on her shoulder. "My name's Milicent Bathory-Whytchapel, but you can call me Millie and don't worry about the name, we don't do that anymore. Ha ha!" She had a high, nervous, squirrely laugh. "Is it true you're one of Maximillian Sableknight's grandchildren? He was a big hero. Bit of a Glintfair but we can't hold that against him, ha ha!"

"Shut up, Millie," a perfect copy of Millie said, stepping to Minerva's other side. "You're going to give our newest member a headache."

"You always tell me to shut up, Penny," Millie muttered.

"Cause you need shutting up," Penny said. "I'm Penelope Bathory-Whytchapel, her half sister," she said, nodding to Millie.

"Half?" Minerva asked. She felt almost ready to stand once more.

"It's a long story," Penny said. "Still, you're probably the only member we're going to get this year, considering how greedy the other professors are. The best students for their houses, the leavings for us. Like Clyve and Gregory here. They can barely spell shoe, let alone a spell."

"Hey!" Clyve exclaimed.

"I resemble that remark," Gregory said, slowly and carefully, his arms crossing over his chest. He chuckled a second later.

"What witty repartee," Penny said, her tongue as razor sharp as the rest of her seemed to be.

"She's always so mean," Millie whispered to Minreva.

"Someone has to be," Penny shot back.

"Do they?" Millie asked.

The door opened once more.

And in strode Katarina Wulf, her jacket over her shoulder, her hat at a jaunty angle, and a smile big enough for the whole world crawling across her face.

"The pass phrase is being the same as when my aunt went here," she said, casually. "You need to work on your security."

"A second newbie!" Millie said, excitedly rushing forward. She took Kat's hand, shaking it. "Hi, I'm Milicent and, wait, how did you get in here without the Professor? Does she know you're here?"

"I lost her," Kat said, casually. "She showed up near the end of my inquisition and only got to vote right at the end." She grinned. Then her eyes fell on Minerva. "Mein Gott!" She exclaimed, while Minerva gave her a little smile.

"Yes, it seems that House Sildanus got me," she said, casually.

"Well, I will be quite damned," Kat said, laughing.

"Yes, we all are here," Penny said, her voice dry.

Kat chuckled, then fixed Penny with her fierce, fierce eyes. Minerva wondered: Were they gold or were they blue when Kat crooned. "There could be worse fates, and worse scenery."

Penny, to Minerva's shock, didn't immediately come back with some sharp barb. She flushed, then coughed, and stammered. "W-Well!"

"Now, come on, Minerva," Kat said, taking Minreva's hand and tugging her from the chair. Minerva came to her feet and bumped into Kat's side. The feeling of Kat's muscular arm against her cheek was almost enough to cause Minerva's brain to shut out like a lamp doused in water. She jerked away and stood a bit straighter, tugging her blouse straight. She coughed, then nodded.

"Lead the way," she said.

The two of them walked off. Behind her, Minerva could hear Penny whispering to Millie. What she said was just beyond her hearing - but Minrva sensed the incredulity. Now, was that incredulity because of Katarina's obvious...ahem...mannishness, or because she was a lycanthrope, or because she was just a new member of a House that seemed rather bereft of recruits. That was a question for later. Minerva followed Kat into the girl dormitories, hesitating only a second as Kat paused at the door, then opened it and stepped through.

Only once they were through did Kat let out a soft chuckle and murmured, under her breath: "Oh, danke, danke..."

"Sorry?" Minerva asked.

"Ah, nothing, it is..." It's clearly wasn't nothing, Kat was beaming from ear to ear. Not the sly smile she always seemed to have around Minerva, the unbreakable smug expression, but a joy so genuine she looked like she might burst out into tears or laughter or both. "Never you mind."

The girl's dormitories were just the same level of opulence as the common room. Gilt and gold and rococo furnishing, with a fireplace crackling warmly. The ceiling overhead looked up into the lake and the shimmering cascade of moonlight shining down through it to play along the ground, creating wavy patterns that intermixed with the firelight. "I hope it never cracks," Minerva said, before looking around to note that there were several more staircases leading away from the room proper, each one labeled with a name - including one that was Glinda Wolfe Dormitories. Pointing at that one, Minerva glanced at Kat.

"Is Glinda a relation?"

"On my mother's side, yes, my aunt. We had... similar circumstances," Kat said, walking not towards that, but rather, towards Fiona Bathory Dormitories. The stairs wound not up but down, winding around a central pillar and coming into yet another chamber. This one was hexagonal in shape with six doors leading off to six bedrooms. Several of the doors had already been closed and names had been scrawled on them. Minerva stepped to a door that had no such name, placing her palm on the knob curiously.

To her surprise, doing so caused her wizard name to appear on the wood in flowing, shimmering cursive. Minerva Schross-Sableknight. There and official, it seemed. Minerva gulped slightly.

Kat put her hand on the door next to hers, with a grin. "It seems that we're going to be neighbors, Minnie," she said as her name shimmered to life upon her door: Katarina Wolfe.

Minerva stepped into her bedroom and found it was easily twice the size of her bedsit. There was an adjoining bathroom with a clever little set of plumbing, a mirror that she could see her own haunted face in. The bed was a queen sized bed - and it was situated next to another one, about five feet away. She had no luggage to be transported here, but she heard an excited cry from the open door next to hers. "Ah! The fae have brought my luggage here already, wunderbar! And...two beds..."

Minerva felt her eyes beginning to fill with tears. She stumbled to the bed, then thumped down on the mattress. She drew her legs up onto it, then put her face against her knees, breathing steadily, slowly. Steadily. Slowly. It didn't work. Her shoulders shook as Kat chattered away cheerfully. "Well, you are fortunate I didn't know these were doubles - lest you'd have to deal with my snores!"

When Minerva didn't respond, Kat ducked her head around, peering in. "Minnie?" she asked, then, seeing that Minerva was crying silently, her shoulders shaking, her body trembling, she swept into the room like a hurricane. Before Minerva could so much as squeak, Kat had enfolded her in her arms - strong, powerful arms. The heady scent of her made Minerva's head spin and she buried her face against her shoulder, feeling the strong muscle beneath skin beneath shirt. Kat's nose pressed into the hair and the other woman growled softly. "Who has hurt you?"

The mental image of sharp claws ripping out Professor Tweed's throat out flashed into her mind and was so appallingly appealing that Minerva let out a little snort. "N-No one. Nothing. It..." She buried her face once more against Kat.

"It is not nothing, Minnie," Kat said. She brushed fingers through Minerva's long brown hair. "Good god, your hair is beautiful. My apologies, I should be focused-"

"No, it's all right," Minerva whispered, her cheeks burning. Then, quietly. "It was the Trial."

"Ah," Kat said, as if she should have known.

"T-They were so...awful," Minerva said. "E-Every detail, every private little thing, ever... t-they figured out... they said such awful lies about me." She blushed, furiously, but letting that single word out seemed to let everything out. "They wrung out every little detail that I saw! T-They would have wrung my own mother's voice from me, taken that from me, if they had just bloody thought to ask about it! They ripped me apart, Katrina, how could anyone stand it!?"

Kat sighed. "Oh, my Minnie, my little Minnie." She squeezed Minerva tightly.

Minerva had thought that being coddled and cuddled would have felt infantilizing, insulting.

She reveled in it. She tilted her head, so that when Kat leaned in, her nose, her lips, pressed like liquid gold to her skin. Gooseflesh prickled, despite the warmth of the room.

"Kat..." she whispered.

"The answer, Miss..." Another kiss. This one was on her earlobe and it came, daring, with a nip. A nibble. Minerva's toes curled. She gasped. The hand on her belly grew more insistent, tugging her closer. Possessive. Minerva tilted her head more. Exposing more of her throat. Her head was spinning. Swimming. "Minerva..." Another kiss. Her breath was warm. Moist in her ear. Kat's rough German accent had never sounded...

...sexier...

"...you lie, you silly girl."

Minerva blinked, shocked for a moment from the haze of red lust that bubbled through her brain. She sniffled. "L-Lie?" she asked.

Kat chuckled. "Yes." She turned Minerva around, so that Minerva's legs settled to either side of her. Straddled her. It was the most intimate pose that Minerva had ever been in in her life. She had been hugged from behind before. But she had never...straddled someone before. Like this. Kat's gold eyes bored into hers as she grinned. "How else do you think I got into this house?"

"W-..." Minerva opened her mouth. "B...But can't they tell?"

Kat snorted.

"If they could rip it from you with magic, they would not be wasting time with the twenty questions, ja?" She grinned. Her canines were so. So sharp. Minerva put her hand on Kat's cheek. She laughed, and blushed, and cried a little more.

"So, you just lied to them?" she asked.

"Told them all little stories they have come to expect, yes, of deep seas and deeper mysteries and oh so eager studying," Kat murmured. She turned her head. Kissed Minerva's palm. Then she took her hand in her hands. Kissed her wrist. "I didn't tell them thing one about the elk I hunted." Her golden eyes smolder. "Oh how she ran. Oh...how far. But not nearly fast enough, oh no, not fast enough at all."

Minerva felt as if her entire skin was too tight. Too warm.

"Not fast," she whispered.

"Not fast enough," Kat said. Her grin was wicked. Her canines were so very sharp. Minerva...leaned in.

She wanted to...

Kiss one of those canines. She wanted to feel that sharp edged tooth against her lip. She wanted to...

The door to the room banged open and a woman started to walk in backwards, holding a huge pile of luggage in her arms, and Minerva found herself, as if by magic, propelled to her feet and standing beside the window of the room, looking out at the lake beyond, while Kat was brushing her hand through her hair casually, leg cocked over her other leg. The brown haired, mousy looking girl who turned around to see Minerva and Kat smiled, wryly.

"W-Wait, uh, I thought this room only had one girl, I can change rooms, if, uh, if you want?"

"No, no, Minerva and I are friends," Kat said, standing up. "I have the room next door, Miss..."

"Oh, I'm Bellatrix!" The mousy looking girl said, smiling. "Bellatrix Landon-Blyhte."

"Blythe?" Minerva asked. "Any relation to the Blyhtes that live in London?"

"They're our poorer relations, I hear," Bellatrix said, then smiled. "And you're Minerva Schross-Sableknight?" She held her hand out. Minerva took it. "Don't worry, I don't snore!"