Chapter 136: DADA, Unforgivable, Prefect (2/2)
Marcus's words went ignored as Quinn and Moody stared at each other.
”All right, lad, come on then,” nodded Moody and looked at the rest of the class. ”You don't know, but you're lucky that you are fortunate to have a classmate like this. You'll be able to witness one of the unforgivable curses in a classroom without any danger.”
Quinn stood up, patted an anxious Marcus's shoulder, and stepped outside to the front with several pairs of eyes following his every move. The disguised Death Eater and the volunteering student stood facing each other. One had a scarred and weathered face and the other was young and handsome.
”Are you sure, lad?” asked Moody. ”You might regret it.”
”As you said, Professor. It's a golden opportunity for me to see how the Imperius works. Better experience it now rather than at an unfortunate time.”
No one in Quinn's life would willingly cast an Imperius Curse on him. His family would shut it down before he could say the ”un” of the ”unforgivables.” Quinn was sure that he would be harshly reprimanded on even bringing the topic up. The only person who would remotely be willing to cast an unforgivable on him would be his teacher, Alan D. Baddeley. If Quinn asked Alan to cast Imperius (not sure about Cruciatus Curse) on him, the old man would do it without hesitation and quite happily. But Alan wasn't nearby, and Quinn couldn't ask Alan to drop by so that he could cast an Imperius on him.
'Moody' was the perfect opportunity to get exposure to the Imperius Curse.
”Remember, you asked for it,” said Moody, and his wand went up pointing at Quinn. ”Imperio!”
It was a most wonderful feeling. Quinn felt as if he was floating, a sensation where all worries were wiped gently away, leaving nothing but a vague, untraceable happiness. He stood there feeling immensely relaxed, only dimly aware that everyone was watching him.
And then he heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice, echoing in some distant chamber of his empty brain: Give me all the monies you have to me… Give all the money you have on you to me...
'Hmm, yeah, right! Like I would do that!' Quinn enjoyed the floating sensation but scoffed at the part where the voice asked him to fork out his money.
「Give me all your monies to me...」
'Hey! It's my money; I earned it! This relaxing feeling is nice! Besides, who says 'monies' nowadays?
「GIVE THEM TO ME RIGHT NOW!」
'Aight, this got old pretty quickly,' thought Quinn, and his magic moved at his command. Like a glass dropping on the floor, all the fluffy goodness Quinn was feeling shattered.
Quinn raised his hand and fixed his already in place necktie. ”Thank you for that, Professor. It was a unique experience,” internally thinking, 'next time, I'll shatter the effects the second I start feeling good'.
”Look at that... West fought the curse! He fought it, and he beat it!” growled Moody in a happy voice. ”We'll try that again, West. The rest of you, pay attention —watch his eyes, that's where you see it— that's perfect, West, outstanding indeed! Anyone will have trouble controlling you!”
Quinn exited the class feeling happy, as Moody cast the Imperius five more times to him, making Quinn more familiar with the curse. His confidence was high; he had fought off Barty Jr.'s Imperius without any effort. Which made Quinn feel like if someone more powerful than Barty Jr. cast Imperius on him, he would have high chances to escape its effects with some struggle and would have a chance to resist it, rather than to instantly lose control of himself.
”Quinn? How are you feeling, mate? Do you feel sick? Should I take you to the hospital wing?” asked Marcus, his face etched with deep worry. He wasn't comfortable with his best friend being subjected to the Imperius Curse.
”I'm fine, Marcus,” said Quinn, putting his arm over Marcus' shoulder. ”If you see me acting funny, just sock me in the face and take me to a faculty member, preferably Madam Pomfrey, then Professor Flitwick, followed by Professor McGonagall, and finally Professor Potter.”
”I'll be happy to do that,” grinned Eddie.
”You two...!” Marcus couldn't believe how lightly they were taking the matter.
”Marcus… this is just the start. Today he only showed the Imperius on a spider. He will show the other two in the next class. Be ready for it,” said Quinn.
”B- But...”
”Don't worry about it. I will be there, mate. You don't have to worry about anything. I'll take care of you if anything goes wrong.”
”Quinn... thank you, that means a lot.”
Eddie gagged on the side and spoke.
”Get a room!”
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It was after curfew, and Quinn was sitting at his office's table. His hands held a pair of stainless steel micro tweezers with tiny metal gears gripped at the end. In front of him was an open timepiece with gears and springs inside. It was Quinn's new timepiece, and he was currently building it from scratch.
*Knock* *Knock*
The knock on the office door startled Quinn, and he ended up jamming the tweezers inside the mechanism, screwing his progress, rendering it null and void. He pursed his lips, held back a groan, and finally licked his lips to hold back his frustration.
He looked at the work-in-progress timepiece. He could assemble the mechanism in under ten seconds with one call, and Quinn was tempted to use magic but held back. He wasn't one to give up.
”Come in,” he called, placing the tweezers down.
To his surprise, Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress, entered the office. And from the looks of it, she wasn't happy.
”Professor, what can I do for you today?”
”Mr. West, may I know why aren't you patrolling your assigned area for curfew-offending students,” she asked, feeling a little strange that she was saying this to the prime curfew offender in Hogwarts history.
”But I'm patrolling, Professor. I'm patrolling my area,” smiled Quinn. ”I handle everything from my office, which is the entire west block of the fifth floor.”
”... I don't see you patrolling, Mr. West.”
”I don't need to patrol physically, Professor,” grinned Quinn and pointed to his forehead. ”I have layered my entire area with wards. If someone walks inside my area, they will trigger the wards.” Quinn's office was on the edge of the west block, so Quinn would know if someone walked five meters west past his office.
”Working hard is good, Professor, but that is if you work smart. If someone enters the area, I can simply get up and chase them down instead of aimlessly roaming a fixed route.”
”And what if you don't get this area again?” asked McGonagall.
Quinn chuckled and interlinked his fingers over his table. ”We Prefects along with the Head pair have already distributed the castle, and I got this area for the rest of the year. If they reassign me, I can ward the area again and set my base in another classroom. Though I doubt I'll be losing this area anytime soon… I can be very persuasive.”
”Of course, I know that, Mr. West,” sighed McGonagall. She was surprised by the patrolling approach, but when she took Quinn West into consideration, it wasn't surprising at all.
”Mr. West... I heard about you volunteering for Defense Against the Dark Arts. How are you feeling? I heard that you broke through the Imperius, but I don't think it would've felt good.”
”On the contrary, Professor. Being under Imperius is quite relaxing. As long as you ignore the commands... it's quite nice, actually.”
McGonagall seemed relieved to hear that. If Quinn wasn't happy and he informed George West, Hogwarts, especially Moody and Dumbledore, would have a lot to answer.
After conversing a little about the O.W.Ls and other things McGonagall said farewell and took her leave. When the Professor left, Quinn took out Recon and switched to Moody and Barty Jr.'s place.
”Hmm, now that's surprising, is it?”
Barty Jr.'s red label had turned to purple.
”Well, he did teach, so it kind of makes sense. Anyway, let's get back to it,” said Quinn and returned to building the timepiece for his new pocket watch.
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Quinn West - MC - ”Work hard, work smarter.”
Marcus Belbly - A good friend - Will punch Quinn, if necessary.
Eddie Carmichael - Ravenclaw Jock - Like Quinn, he loves Moody's fake eyes, but for different reasons.
Luna Lovegood - Hogwarts Quibbler supplier - D.O.B: February 13, 1981.
Barty Crouch Jr. - Alastor Moody - Feeling doubt in his magic capabilities.
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