>>5581562>PridefulYou furrow your brow and look Professor Rumania in the eye refusing to allow him dimmish you and your friends accomplishment defending yourselves from a monster everyone else ran from.
Besides you know the laws about underage spellcasting and spellcasting outside of school grounds more than most. Your mother, being an Auror and Alumni of Hogwarts, ensured to instill in you that every rule was followed and respected while training you. You know basic magic casting like you all did do not constitute as spells and even more so using them in self-defense without a muggle within miles further cements your justification in what transpired in that train cabin. Pure wizarding blood going back centuries runs through your veins and you would not stand idly by while everyone else ran and a fellow future wizard was being attacked and screaming for help, you all didn't do the right thing, you did the only a thing a pure blood wizard should do. Stand up and show your power. You came to Hogwarts to grow and prosper, not to wither and hide.
And before you it you catch yourself out of breathe not realizing you had not just thought those things but spoke them.
You spoke up for yourself and your new friends with nothing but the truth and unwavering pride bolstering the conviction in your argument. Maybe a hint of left-over adrenaline helped.
Morgana, Solomon, and Asmodeus stare at you in disbelief.
Professor Rumania's face does not yield however.
The professor then pulls out his wand and closes his eyes to recite and incantation.
"Cogitationes deprehendere" his wand glows and he then lightly place the tip of his wand to the center of your forehead.
After a split second you find yourself replaying every moment of what happened in the train cart like some sort of arcane vision or dream.
Next he recites "Anima quaerere"
Now you feel as though he's peering deep inside your soul, searching for the slightest flaw or flicker in the cold flame brewing in your heart. A flame that you know hasn't ever grown this size. The calm blue flame that normally is there has been replaced by a blue inferno raging with passion. But only for a moment.
"Tranquillitas motus"
You feel your usual demeanor returning.
And Professor Rumania doesn't seem to find what he was looking for.
"What is your name boy"
"Adrian Blackwell." you reply calmy.
"First of all Mr.Blackwell engaging a monster that everyone is running away from is not self-defense, however it is devoid of any reason or logic within my comprehension. You are not a warrior, you are not some almighty being because of your blood, and you certainly are not a wizard. To even slightly infer yourself as one is an direct insult to all of Wizard-kind. You are nothing more than child with an ego the size of mountain, rich to the core with non sensical notion of blood superiority. A delusional, self indulgent tadpole swimming in a pond no bigger than a drop of spit, thinking its the ocean."
