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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 16:04:23 GMT
The fae, where magical creatures. Or would they be classified as beasts with near human intelligence? Either, she had read the book for fairy tales Professor Oakwood had given her. And she had kept her word in not asking either the Headmistress or Trelawney. But there was nothing about asking other Professors. And she figured out of everyone Professor Pendragon would have to know something. Course with no actual classroom, Victoire figured why not look outside. Slowly, this was becoming an obsession, but she had already finished most of her studies. And this was more exciting than well writing about mokes, tea leaves or defensive spells.
So Vic was wondering around the castle grounds with her bag, that held her notes and the book Professor Oakwood had given to read. In search of Professor Pendragon.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 19:46:49 GMT
Madrona sighed blissfully as she lounged on the shore of the lake, her arms stretched out above her, and her feet just barely touching the waves as they lapped at her toes. Her class had gone well, all things considered, and now all she had to do was plan for the next one. Idly she wondered where she would go in the coming summer months. It had been ages since she explored Appalachia in the US. Perhaps that would be a good start. Mister, her crow that sat in an above tree branch croaked in warning at the sound of approaching footsteps. Madrona lazily opened one eye to peer in the general direction of the noise, sitting up when she saw it was one of her students, Victoire.
"Hello Ms. Weasley," Madrona greeted evenly, awkwardly trying to shake the sand and pebbles from her loose hair without seeming like she was worried about it. "Shouldn't you be studying? Exams are right around the corner."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2017 23:54:30 GMT
"Hello, Professor." She answered with a smile. She may have been right, but Victoire had accepted a challenge and was going to see that she made good on her promise to Professor Oakwood. "Taking a break. Caught up enough, I think." She was tired of studying and this subject seemed more interesting than her other subjects. She sat down in the sand by the Professor. And grabbed the fairy tale book from her bag with her notes stuffed inside it. "I was actually wondering if you could help me? Professor Oakwood about a week almost two weeks now, gave me a challenge last class. He said I couldn't ask the Headmistress or Trelawney but didn't say anything about other Professors. And given the subject matter think you might be able to tell me a little more, than this Grimms Fairy Tale book. So Professor, what do you know about the Fae?"
And then she went into the ever popular Ravenclaw babble, as her dad put it but she was just a little excited about the topic, "From the tales, I guess are are different kinds. Which probably means different names depending on the culture. But I was wondering what you knew. To make searching in the library easier."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 8:58:09 GMT
"Professor Oakwood, huh?" Madrona asked with a raised eyebrow. She wondered what he was up to, getting Victoire to research the fey like this. She turned the book over in her hands, examining the title and flipping through a few of the stories. "I suppose he gave you this book too? Made by muggles, but there are rumors in certain circles that at least one of the 'Brothers Grimm' was actually magical, perhaps a squib or some other being that was aware of our world, and that these stories are one of the few surviving books that bridge the gap between muggles and wizards..."
She trailed off, staring at an illustration from "Die Wichtelmänner" in which a lean old man with a beard lazed back in a chair, asleep, as several small creatures with humanoid features, but overlarge eyes and ears cobbled together shoes at a wooden table. "See this? If my guess is correct, I would say that this particular story was about house elves, most likely seen by a muggle at one point or another, and instead of modifying that muggle's memory the shoemaker made up a story about elves coming in the night to make his shoes. The Grimm's picked it up and decided it would make a fine addition to their collection. Many of these stories have very little to do with the fae, and more to do with muggles misunderstanding what they see, and wizards taking advantage of that.
"As for what the fae are...well...I'm afraid I don't know much," she sighed. "I know that they have a society, as much separate from ours as we are from muggles. I know that they are divided into two groups, called 'seelie' and 'unseelie', and that these two groups vie for the power in their world, each representing a different method of thought as to how to keep their world alive. Now that I think about it," her head cocked to the side, "Professor Winterbothom is either unseelie, or related to that group. I haven't seen him in the castle recently, but if you're able to track him down, he might be able to tell you more of his people."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 19:54:46 GMT
"Yes, think he is hoping that I might learn to like my Veela half a little more." She answered with a shrug, she really didn't know. "And he was right, so far this has been an interesting subject to research." She nodded as Professor Pendragon took the book from her to answer her question. "That would make sense if one of them was a squib but how did they not get in trouble for breaking the Secrecy Law?"
She looked at the illustration that the Professor was pointing at, the elves did look like house elves. But then she had another thought, "Why couldn't they be brownies as well?" She had come across something about brownies being little people that helped around the house and if you made them mad they turned into Boggarts. At least she hoped she remembered that right, she had read so much it was hard to keep it all straight. So she looked at her notes.
"Yeah, brownie or brùnaidh, ùruisg, or gruagach in Gaelic. household spirit from English and Scottish folklore. Brownies are especially popular in the North. In this region, brownies are commonly conflated with hobs. A brownie is the Scottish and Northern English counterpart of the Scandinavian tomte, the Slavic domovoi and the German Heinzelmännchen. A brownie resembles the hob, similar to a hobgoblin. Thomas Keightley describes the brownie as "a personage of small stature, wrinkled visage, covered with short curly brown hair, and wearing a brown mantle and hood"." She paused for a moment, "Guess that could fit for a house elf as well. Since help around the house, don't like to be seen and only come out at night. But they like gifts of honey and porridge."
Now, this was getting confusing, she could see where muggles would rationalize it away. And where wizards could twist it so they wouldn't have to modify anyone's memory.
"Seelie and Unseelie make sense now, came across those while I was reading." The information on Professor Winterbothom was interesting. But like Professor Pendragon had said, he hadn't been around the castle for some time. "I could always send him an owl. After all, they can find just about anyone, right?" Now there was an idea. But then she remembered another story she came across. "What about Thumbelina, by Hans Christian Anderson? How could wizards explain that one? I could see the Grimms turning a witch into a 'fairy' godmother in Cinderella. But Thumbelina, I wouldn't see how that could work."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 23:03:08 GMT
Ah yes, she remembered now, Victoire was descended from a veela-human relationship, though enough intervening generations had muted most of the unsavory side effects of the veela blood, like the feathers. Madrona had not been a teenager for a while, but she knew it would not be a happy school career if every time one was angry they grew feathers. Still, she wondered what Ambrose was doing, being so mysterious about all this. It was strange, to be sure. "The Grimms operated on a very fine line, one that is almost impressive looking back. They said enough to make wizards antsy, but not enough to give muggles any reason to doubt that their stories were just that: fables about how to behave if you wanted to lead a good life."
Madrona listened to Victoires speech on brownies with a sad smile. "My mistake, brownies are...were...house-elves. In the early 18th century, brownies existed in almost every household, coming when they pleased, and going just the same. It became a mark of power to have many brownies in service to you, since you could afford the milk, honey, and wort necessary to keep them coming back. Unfortunately, some of the harsher wizards decided to keep theirs indefinitely, creating a powerful holding spell that bound the sprites to their home. Those were the first house elves."
Madrona shrugged at the mention of Thumbelina. "To my knowledge, there is no spell that can successfully shrink someone down to the size described by those fairy tales. Remember, Hans Anderson was also the man who wrote that mermaids are beautiful creatures who dream of the land and can make a human prince fall in love with them. If you have ever seen a real mermaid, or even an illustration of one, you would know that he was far off from reality. I am not a Professor of History, but I do have a passing knowledge of folklore. Thumbelina was inspired by the english tale of Tom Thumb, a character that dates to Arthurian legend. He was known as 'King Arthur's Dwarf', and was not the size of a thumb, merely a little person who served under the man history knows as King Arthur. As men have told and retold the tales, poor Tom shrunk in size until he was the size of a pixie, maybe even less. The fae I know of, and I believe Professor Oakwood is speaking of, are generally, but not always, human sized, and are those that are not muggle, but not wizard. They can be house-elves, or goblins, or veela, or hags. Does that make sense?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 14:48:38 GMT
"Like the Tales of Beedle the Bard. That we hear as kids." Victoria thought simply. She had heard those tales cautionary tales to modify behavior. Or in her Uncle's case learn a little family history and in turn learn how to defeat Voldemort or at least she had thought so anyway. "But wouldn't the brownies want to rebel.? They couldn't have liked being bound like that just like some house elves." Sh still didn't understand the reasoning behind house elves.
Victoria got a curious look at her face, " but why would a mermaid do that, since it said every time she walked she was in pain?" She didn't understand why a creature would be willing to give up what she was for love. Then something clicked, "But it makes sense, doesn't it. I am like the little mermaid, I may not have saved a drowning prince. During the year trip to the surface. But I am conflicted with a part of my heritage. So I try to be a "normal' teenage girl. When I am not, therefore losing myself like the little mermaid, granted I don't have to kill anyone to get my fin back like she did but chose not to."
She didn't even know if this made any sense but maybe this was something Professor Oakwood wanted her to learn. She nodded to the last part, "Makes sense. Beasts of near human intelligence is how I think the Ministry classifies them."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 6:24:20 GMT
"House elves and brownies and most fae are classified under the ministry as 'beings' so mostly they're out of my jurisdiction. I've met a couple in my travels, as well as several of the house elves in service to Hogwarts, but it's not exactly an easy thing to ask them why they don't rebel against their masters. I don't know the lifespan of a house elf, but 250 years is a long time for any creature, especially if it is spent in servitude to another."
Madrona's eyes were dim, and she curled her arms around her knees, hugging them close. "I do not like it, all creatures are meant to be free on this earth, but wizards and muggles alike do not often share my view."
Her head tilted back to examine the sky. "Yes, most fables are not meant to be looked at as true stories, but read as lessons, or examinations on human culture. Many young people feel pressured by their parentage to behave or act a certain way, and around your age, many rebel in a way they choose as they try to figure out who they truly are. The Little Mermaid was not a tale about a mermaid, but about a young girl coming to terms with life and right and wrong."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 18:35:34 GMT
"I have heard of families beheading their house-elves when they get too old, Uncle Harry said something about it once his Godfather's family did it or something. Hermione never liked it, but she did change things some for them. So at least that is a start." She still didn't understand it. But it was a little better than before.
Victoire thought it over, "Think they should be given a choice. Sure not all of them want to be servants." There had to be some that wanted a choice in what they did with their life.
"Or to act differently than the preconceived notions of a person's heritage." Yep, she hated that after all, she didn't grow feathers when she was angry, now her great-grandmother apparently so. And she had heard that her grandmother may have. She had yet to see her mother sprout any. Course Vic could produce fire if she lost herself. But she always tried to keep herself calm and collected. Since she had a phobia of fire.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 8:16:52 GMT
"Well, I think we've just about covered everything I know about here. I'm sorry if I wasn't very good help, like I said, I have a passing knowledge of beings, but my specialty lies in beasts. If you have any more questions, though, I'd be happy to try to answer them."
Madrona smiled at Victoire, every generation gets a little better, perhaps someday her dream of a free wildlife park would come to pass, and if it did, it would be on the shoulders of those like Ms. Weasley, who were able to see the flaws of the past and try to find new pathways in life. Though...maybe Madrona should talk to Ambrose, after all, she was curious about his decision to distract one of her pupils from the rapidly approaching exams to send her on a wild chase about such an odd topic.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 19:06:32 GMT
Victoire gave her a smile, "Oh no, Professor you were a great help. After I work on my Charms essay and figure out where I went wrong with my draught of living death, think I will send an owl to Professor Winterbothom. And I wouldn't have known about him unless I talked to you. Since I can't ask the Headmistress or Professor Trelawney, which means something tells me they probably know the answer to my question. Tricky man, Professor Ambrose is." Then she got another idea, "Say, Professor, do you think Professor Kestrel might know something?" Course that particular Professor gave her the chills. And she felt terrible for not keeping Muggle studies but she needed to focus on what she wanted to do outside of her education. And while the class was interesting she didn't see herself doing anything with it. Unlike her other classes.
She scribbled a few more notes, might as well as the other Professor. Couldn't hurt worse she could say was that she didn't know anything. She stuffed her new notes into her notebook. Placing the quill behind her ear. "Guess, I should leave you to your work. And head back to mine, think I took enough of a fun break." Though most wouldn't consider researching an unrelated topic to school work fun. But they weren't Victoire.
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