23 Pep-talk with the goth-chick and Harry's first win.
[]A/N: This chapter will be pretty much canon and a little interaction with Wednesday Addams, I need the canon timeline to better organize the beginning event of the story, don't worry, during the Forbidden Forest Arc, everything will change in my own course. So, be patient.[]
[Hogwarts, Great Hall, November 9th, 1991]
The Quidditch season had begun, and nothing much had really occurred in Moses's everyday life after the troll fiasco. He read, learned, observed, made a milestone success in his powers, and hung out with some of his friends in the past few days.
Due to his refreshing, comfortable to get along nature—which the girls can agree on, the whole of Hogwarts has officially called him the Ravenprince — but for those who are rather not fond of him due to some reasons— He is called the CrowPrince because, in every mail that was being delivered to him, the sound of crow's cry was always being heard, giving the students a fright and scare.
"Why are you so cute, Moses." A blonde-haired girl, said while pinching Moses's cheeks.
"I dongn't khnow." Said Moses, he is having a hard time trying to talk and munched his potato while being pinched in his cheeks by the senior Ravenclaw Prefect in front of him
"Pengelopee, go away, I need my daily dose of energy~ " whined Moses,
"Stop that. His face is annoying." A voice spoke out beside them. It's been quite an hour since a bunch of senior girls annoyed Wednesday to no end, they were disturbing Moses more than usual and Moses was with her more than usual too, therefore affecting her preferred dreary lifestyle.
"Fine, fine, protect your best buddy~" Penelope whispered teasingly to Wednesday causing the paled girl to scowl. But before she could retort, the Prefect Ravenclaw had already escaped.
Wednesday, lost for words, looked at the boy beside her who was busy...eating potatoes which had caused her scowl to deepen.
"Haven't you eaten enough?" Said Wednesday with irritation.
"Not—yet—" Moses replied, still not finished devouring his food.
"Suit yourself, I'll go to Whompy, don't look for me."
"HMM!" Moses replied with a nod, his mouth, full of mashed potatoes.
After having his breakfast, Moses went to the Gryffindor table and tried to uplift Harry's mood to gain confidence.
"Don't worry Harry, if you fall, I'll catch you!" He exclaimed in glee while looking at Harry who due to unknown reasons, became more scared. The others looked at him deadpan causing him to be more confused than he already is.
"What?" He questioned innocently making the others groan which he responded with a shrug while grabbing some chips from their table.
By 10:30, Moses went looking for Wednesday and found her by the side of the lake, alone sitting on the ground. When he saw her, he suddenly remembered Luna, who was usually mostly by the side of St. Catchpole's river too which caused Moses to miss her.
"Hey, you coming? It's Harry's Quidditch match." Moses suggested as he sat beside Wednesday.
"No."
"Okay."
"Why are you here? I thought you went to Whompy?" Asked Moses,
"It's nothing," Wednesday answered while looking at the peaceful lake. Moses, not believing Wednesday's claim, looked at what she was holding — It was a doll...with no head.
"A doll...?" Moses questioned with a confused expression.
Wednesday who heard his naïvity explained,
"It's not just any doll, it's Marie Antoinette doll," said Wednesday while allowing Moses to see the doll clearly.
"Well, I can see no Maria Antonnete there, pfft—" Moses quipped while trying to hold his laugh as Wednesday looked at him with a murdering gaze.
"Fine — fine," He raised his hands in defeat.
"Then why are you holding it? It's the first time that I've seen you with it." He questioned.
"As I said, it's nothing," she said stubbornly.
Moses didn't pry on it anymore, instead, he decided to just watch the peaceful lake with her. A moment later, Moses asked,
"You miss them, do you?"
"Who?" Wednesday answered with a question, she didn't have a clue on what Moses was talking about, however, her confusion was immediately answered when Moses said with melancholy,
"Your family," he said as he continued,
"I've read about them...they sound fun...and unique, especially the hand, you've got to tell me all about him." He uttered with a smile while looking at the lake in trance when suddenly he heard some shouting from somewhere.
"Damn, they already started, Wednesday — are you sure you're not coming?" Moses inquired while looking at Wednesday with one of his eyebrows upwards
"Yes, you can go now," Wednesday answered with finality.
"Okay~, bye! Meet you later!" yelled Moses while waving at Wednesday as he ran towards the Quidditch pitch.
A moment later, Wednesday looked at her doll for a second and placed it on the ground as she continued looking at the peaceful lonely lake. A small dismembered hand suddenly came out of his pocket. It enlarged itself and laid above Wednesday's shoulder seemingly comforting her.
"I should have also brought Socrates..."
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The Gryffindor and Slytherin match is currently being held right now, and Moses had just arrived. He tried to invite Wednesday but he couldn't really force her, Father Orsi taught him better than that.
Arriving near the Quidditch Pitch, he looked for signs of Ron and Hermione in the crowd then after a moment, he found Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid from the top row of the bleacher seats and went to them. Once he was with them, he questioned,
"What's the score?" asked Moses, to which Hagrid answered, "20-50, Slytherin's in the lead."
Lee was still commentating.
"Slytherin in possession, Flint with the Quaffle — passes Spinnet — passes Bell — hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose — only joking, Professor — Slytherins score — oh no…"
The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went.
"What's happening to Harry's broom?" Moses asked while looking at the zigzagging Harry, holding onto his broomstick with his dear life.
"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered.
"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking.
"Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic — no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."
At that moment, Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars and used them to frantically look at the crowd.
Moses, noticing what Hermione was doing, also did a magic of his own, he already planted a passive command in his eyes, it's a command that he was usually using before, and a command that he thinks will be the most useful to him.
{My eyes have the capability to zoom and see magic on command.}
With those commands already in place, he was able to zoom in and zoom out his vision, an ability that gives him the capability of seeing from far away distances. And vision capable of seeing magical signatures and prints. He used it to see Harry's broomstick clearly and found out what was the cause of Harry's current issue.
He looked at the crowds and tried to find the source of the jinx or hex, but when he noticed something around the Slytherin bunch, he stopped his gaze. Right now, he was looking at Draco... who was rather wearing a concerned complicated look while looking at Harry.
'What the...when will Wednesday's potion end its effect? It's been ten days now...' Moses pondered with a confused expression while looking at Draco's worried look. Moses, finding Draco weird and a little creepy, immediately changed where he was staring and tried again to look for the source of the problem.
"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape — look."
Following Hermione, he looked at Snape and found him muttering something, he noticed that he is letting out his mana signature that is affecting the broom, the only problem is, there were two signatures that were affecting the broom. With a little glance from Snape's back, he noticed the stuttering professor letting out a Mana signature too. However, the differences are that he was not muttering or moving his mouth in any way, and the mana signature that he is letting out is thicker and murkier.
With a little zoom in his vision, Moses noticed that the mana signature was coming out of his turban due to some reason, unable to see what was inside it, he made a decision,
"Sorry, Father, just this time." He muttered to himself before commanding, {I can see through any material!}
With his command, he focused his vision on Quirrell again, after seeing through his turban, he was shocked. Because nothing was wrong or peculiar in it. It's just a normal back of a head. Which begs Moses to question, on why the stuttering Professor's head, gave out a murky dark mana signature. Then Snape blocked his view, Snape stood up with fire between his legs, creating havoc in their parts of seats.
Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back onto his broom making the other Gryfinddors to cheer at him silly. However, as this was happening, Moses was too deep in his thoughts, as he looked at Quirrell from afar, with a hint of suspicion in his deep emerald eyes.
"Neville, you can look!" Moses heard Ron say, Neville had been sobbing all this time into Hagrid's jacket.
Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick — he hit the field on all fours—coughed — and something gold fell into his hand.
"He's got the Snitch!" Lee Jordan shouted as he continued,
"Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the snitch!" to which Professor Hooch announced,
"Gryfinddor wins!" causing the crowd to go wild.
"Nice Harry!!" A voice from the Slytherin house shouted causing the other Slytherins to look at him weirdly...
"That's...all?" asked Moses while looking at the cheering crowd then at the score. He was disappointed because of how short and unreasonable the game is. It's like there is only one player in the game which is the one who caught the snitch, after that it's game over.
The crowd cheered for Harry while the others cursed him in their hearts.
"Oh well," said Moses with a shrug as he stepped back down to congratulate Harry. After congratulating Harry on his win, Moses decided to return to his room for a quick nap, he just wanted to laze around the remainder of the day considering that there were no classes. However, just before sleep took him, he thought to himself,
'What in the hell is inside that turban?'
{I̷̹͑ c̸͉̓o̸̙͛m̸̼̏m̸̼̏a̵̛̦n̸̦̈́d̵̗̐ m̸̼̏y̵̨̎s̷͕͘e̴͆ͅl̷̙̓f̵̼̽ t̶̳͠o̸̙͛ k̸̫͘n̸̦̈́o̸̙͛w̷̞̌ w̷̞̌h̷͓̔a̵̛̦t̶̳͠'s̷͕͘ i̴̳͋n̸̦̈́s̷͕͘i̴̳͋d̵̗̐e̴͆ͅ Q̶̼̎u̸̳̐i̴̳͋r̴͍̓r̴͍̓e̴͆ͅl̷̙̓l̷̙̓'s̷͕͘ t̶̳͠u̸̳̐r̴͍̓b̴̤̓a̵̛̦n̸̦̈́} Moses commanded,
"Why would other knowledge be limited, knowing every language is knowledge itself, right? What's the difference between them?" Moses questioned himself with a confused expression. His powers truly are giving him quite a bit of headache.
Unbeknownst to him, even if he decided to see through that eerie turban again, he will fail to do so. After all, how can it ever be simple? If one paranoid sicko is your foe.
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