Chapter 36: Recovery, Plan, and Rage (2/2)
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Ten days after the incident in the Icy corridor, Quinn was released from the Hospital Wing.
He looked at Madam Pomfrey as he held her hands, ”Matron, you came to me in time of need. Like a sole orb of brightness in a dark world. Like the relief in the world of anguish, you were there for me. You were there for me. I promise I won't ever forget you and visit you every week. You will wait for me, right?” Quinn's voice was gentle and his eyes warm.
Pomfrey withdrew one of her hands from Quinn's and slapped him on the head that now had black hair.
”Why do you have to be so talkative when you aren't reading?” she said with a sigh. ”And, please don't come back here. I fear with you here, I won't be able to concentrate with your continuous talking.”
Quinn rubbed his head and replied, ”No, I already promised that I will visit you, so look forward to my visits. And, I promised you potions, so I have to take care of that.” He put on an expression of seriousness and pride, his eyes looking far away, ”I am a man of my word.”
She sighed and shooed him away, not wanting to argue with her patient for ten days.
Quinn went to the Ravenclaw common room, answered the eagle's riddle on his first try, and entered the room. There, many students congratulated him on his recovery.
Quinn thanked them with a huge grin on his face but had to cut short the conversation because he was running a little late and had to make his way to his class.
He picked his bookbag from his dorm, packed it for his needs, and ran to the Charms classroom for his lesson with Professor Flitwick.
Quinn was two minutes late when he reached the classroom but opened the door without fear. Flitwick and students from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor all turned to look at him.
”May I come in, Professor,” asked Quinn with a smile on his face.
Flitwick jumped on his stack of books and chuckled, ”Yes, Mr. West. Come in, come in. Take a seat. You look like you have fully recovered.”
Quinn nodded and replied as he took a seat, ”Yes, sir. I am back to normal. Madam Pomfrey did an outstanding job.”
Flitwick nodded and proceeded with his lecture, ”Now, where was I? Yes! We were talking about the Slowing charm. Does anyone know what is the use of the Slowing charm?”
Quinn's hand raised immediately at the speed of light.
Flitwick pointed at Quinn, ”Yes, Mr. West.”
”The Slowing Charm is a charm that could be used to slow the velocity of an object, and if performed with enough mastery, the spell can even cause the target to completely stop,” answered Quinn.
”Three points to Ravenclaw. Now, who would tell me the incantation for the Slowing charm.”
Quinn's arm shot up once again, showing that he wanted to answer the question. When Flitwick gestured to Quinn, he explained, ”The incantation for Slowing charm is Arresto Momentum.”
”Excellent, take another five points. Next, who would tell me the wand movement for the Slowing charm.”
Once again, Quinn's arm shot up, prompting Flitwick to ask him.
”The wand movement is in the shape of the alphabet {M} with sharp corners, and all the lines are slanting,” replied Quinn with no breaks in his voice.
”Excellent, seven points to Ravenclaw,” announced Flitwick, sounding extremely happy.
Everybody looked at Quinn, wanting to know what was happening. Usually, Quinn would only answer when the teachers asked him to or wait till no one answered.
Quinn looked at the class and grinned, ”I missed the classes. Wait for a day or two; it will pass.” He winked and returned to raise his hand for another question.
He kept the behavior for the entire day and answered every question in every class. He was sure that he annoyed a lot of people for the day.
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Quinn opened the door to his A.I.D. office and entered it after whole ten days. There was some dust, but with a wave of his hand, the office became clean instantly.
”Now, that is more like it,” he smiled and then turned to the door in the glass partition that led to the workshop, but before entering, he checked the safety measures he installed every day before exiting the workshop.
He first checked if the charms on the doors had been triggered. The result came out negative as the charms were still intact. Then Quinn crouched down to see if someone had ripped the strip of paper he pasted between the door and the frame, but the strip was still intact.
Satisfied with his finding, Quinn opened the door, ripping the strip and triggering the charms, and entered his workshop. Once again, the room was cleaned the instant Quinn stepped into the shop.
He walked around the shop, his hand gliding on the tables set up along the shop's walls. He smiled at the various tools hanging off the walls, cabinets, and cupboards holding notes and files on the work he had done here.
Quinn looked up at the ceiling, and with a blink of his eyes, the everlasting candles lit up, illuminating the shop in yellow light. He placed his hands on the center island, looking around the shop.
Quinn took out the cloth on which he built Recon and placed it on the table. He unfolded it and unshrunk it on the center island. He put his hand on the cloth, funneled just a tiny bit of magic into the cloth, and said, ”Sun is up, time to wake up.”
Quinn's face scrunched up as he saw broken words and lines appeared on the cloth. The cold below the stairs in the Icy corridor had damaged the map.
”Oh, buddy. The cold did a number on you, didn't it,” said Quinn as he checked on the damage within the rune clusters in the layers of the map.
After a while, Quinn stood up straight and spread his hand. The next second, various cabinets and cupboards opened up, and numerous vials and tools flew out and set themselves on the table.
Quinn put on his gloves and spoke, ”Let's fix you up.”
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The same night, Quinn walked to the fifth-floor corridor with Recon floating in front of him. He was going to the entrance of the Icy corridor. Quinn wanted to see the Icy vault once more before starting his research on Blood magic.
Upon reaching the wall, he funneled magic into the wall, and just like before, the bricks appeared from below the paint and started to shake before giving way to create a square opening.
Quinn took a breath and stepped inside, immediately twitching upon coming in contact with the cold. As he walked inside, the walls starting freezing over, and icy-blue ice covered the walls.
Finally, Quinn reached the corridor's opening, where the corridor opened up to the extreme cold zone with the vault gate visible just below the short steps. He didn't climb down the steps, not wanting to experience the killing cold.
Slowly Quinn's expression turned furious, and he growled in rage as he shot the vilest and damaging magic he knew on the snowflake icicle in front of the vault gate.
The rage-fueled magic was the strongest Quinn had ever produced.
”F**king vault! You almost killed me, you frozen piece of shit!” yelled the boy who had almost died here before. Quinn kept shooting magic blindly, not even stopping to check if it was working. Gradually, a mist filled the corridor, decreasing the visibility, but Quinn kept shooting spells with accompanying slurs.
He only stopped when Quinn felt exhausted from his magic expenditure. Quinn was quite angry at the incident that almost killed him, and even though it was his fault for being careless. But Quinn needed something to blame, and he chose the Icy vault to take out his anger.
Slowly, the mist lifted, and the gate and snowflake icicle stood unscathed. Not a single scratch could be seen on any surface of ice around the vault.
None of Quinn's magic was able to damage the ice.
”If I can't break you open, then I would learn how to open you.” Quinn pointed at the snowflake icicle and the gate and decreed, ”Just you wait, I will get to the thing that you are hiding and make it mine.”
Then he left without looking back at the vault.
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Quinn West - MC - No hair and a whole lot of emotion.
Madam Pomfrey - Matron/Medi-witch - Worries that Quinn would come back every week, and she is right in her worries.
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