::Detention Is A Pain_::

[ankit]

^{Ankit wasn't in the mood for this Detention. Not one bit. The days were just endless, and tonight to top it off was a Full Moon. So, he was even more grumpy as it was. He made his way down to the Dungeons. Not the best place for a Hufflepuff to be with so many Slytherins down here on occasion. He finally got to the Potion's Classroom, and walked in there. No one was there. Groaning, he walked back to the door that lead to the Proffesor's Office. He knocked on the door loudly, then back up a bit, and leaned against a desk. Waiting to see if the Proffesor was even there.}

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

Professor Gabor looked up from the papers he was grading to look at the door. "That'll be Ankit.", he said glad to have some company, even if it was forced company...

He walked to the door and opened it. There leaning against a desk, was Ankit. Hanschen said, "Come in, and shut the door behind you..." He motioned for Ankit to come in.

I need to talk to him about tonight, his plans.

[ankit]

^{Ankit was looking around the all too familar Potion's Room, and looked up at the Proffesor as he asked for him to come into the Office. He stood up from the Desk, and headed into his Office, and closed the door carefully behind him. Not to slam it. His eyes danced around the Office, and he shook his head to himself.}

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"What's the head shake for?," Hanschen asked, "Anyway..."
Hanchen took a few books off of the shelf behind his desk and handed them to Ankit. "You are to read these, that is all I'm going to ask you to do."

Prof. Gabor looked over the titles: "Werewolves in Modern Wizarding History" "What to Do When the Moon is Full", and a small black book without a formal title, just the word "Diary" in a blood red color on the front.

[ankit]

^{Ankit couldn't help but groan as his eyes crossed the titles. "Why?}[/i]" he asked. Not in a rude manor though, since he didn't want to get in to any more trouble as it was with having to serve this lousy Detention. He wasn't in the mood to read anyway. He had the medicine for tonight, so it would be okay. Though, it rarely helped one that was Born a Werewolf half the time.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"That is very simple Mr. De'Mar...If you won't let me help you by choice, this gives me an excuse to force it upon you...", said the professsor smiling... "The last book there, the diary. It's one of the last things that my, er, lover from school has left me. I would like you to read it first, considering that it is so personal to me that I won't allow it out of my room. Michael was a bit younger than you are when he was bitten, I do realize that makes a difference. You were born a werewolf, correct?"

[ankit]

^{Ankit sighed. "Born one, and I'm ashamed of it too,}[/i]" he said. And he was. His past wasn't exactly well known to anyone. And surely this Proffesor didn't know about it. Only maybe that he was born one. Other than that, no one knows what happened besides Tristan. And at the moment, he couldn't remember anything.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Well, his story is a bit different from yours then, but it is painfully obvious to me that you don't know , really, what to do.", said the professor trying not to sound mean. "Pay special notice to the information about me in there..."

[ankit]

^{Ankit grew a small expression of disgust on his face, and he couldn't help. He sighed, and went over and sat down in a chair. "I still don't see why I need to do this Proffesor. But, since I don't want you to lose more House points, fine.}[/i]" he said, glancing up at the Proffesor. He could fake being nice, and seem like he meant it. Though, if you really knew him, sort of how the Proffesor seemed to play out, you would easily see through it.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Don't get huffy...", said Hanschen actually noticing that Ankit was getting a bit miffed, "This truly is for your own good...Now, I would skip in there until around Halloween in his 3rd, year. That's when the infection happened. As I've said, pay attention when he mentions me... I think that when Tristan becomes himself again, well, if he does, that you may see a similarity between Tristan and I..."

[ankit]

^{Ankit froze. It was sadly visible as he mentioned Tristan. "If I can find a spell and or potion for a cure. And that dude will only do the same thing again, so it might not be worth it if he does. Cause I'd get easily bored, and just hand him over. Though, forcing a spell on someone to make them love you, really isn't a good way to do that. It's quite pathetic if you ask me. But, an obsession with someone does make the person do whatever to get the other person. And I told Tristan to stay away from him, and he said he would. And now look what happened!}[/i]" he slumped into the chair. The whole situation with Tristan just put more stress on the poor boy, and then with the Full Moon, and just everything. It made him actually want to cry, but he wasn't going to. Crying showed sometimes that you are weak, but then again it could show that you were a strong person too. Since then that means you don't care if people see you cry, and let out your emotions. But that's not how he saw it.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Well, whichever Ravenclaw boy it was, and I can't be sure but I do have a guess, he is a very emotionally screwed up person...", Hanschen said, "It wasn't as if things like that didn't happen in my day... Read... You might be surprised what you find."

Dumb boy! Just read the DAMN BOOK! I had my memory erased, and there is a potion to help a person regain some of their memory...OY! STUPID!

"Did I tell you that I was a brilliant potions student in school?", Hanschen said interrupting the boy's reading, "I was. I made a lot of potions that hadn't been made before my last year of school..."

There, I've layed enough of a hint...

[ankit]

^{Ankit couldn't really believe himself into reading the book, but looked up at the Proffesor. "I know a bit about potions myself. Not alot, but okay.}[/i]" he said to the Proffesor, and sighed. He already got the hint, but he could very well find a potion or something himself. He was stuborn like that, so it was typical of him.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

It wasn't so much that Professor Gabor thought that the boy was an idiot as it was that the potion in question was never published... I never gave away the secret to that potion... It's my crowning achievement. I could't bear to see it published in wizarding medical journals... The publicity would have been overwhelming...I just couldn't do it...

"Well, I can promise you, that is a trait that will come in handy. Sorry, I interrupted you... Keep reading."

Professor Gabor drifted off into thoughts of love for Michael.

[ankit]

^{"Not to be rude. The book is quite boring,}[/i]" Ankit said, whining, but he couldn't help it. He needed something more interesting than this. Something else to do would do the trick. Then he remembered something. "Do you ahve a cigarette on you now?[/i]" he asked the Proffesor. That craving was still in the poor boy's system.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Yes, but I'm not going to give it to you until you finish... Detention isn't supposed to be fun...", Hanschen replied to his whining..."It's simple, finish and you get to leave, and you get to smoke..."

D'oh!

[ankit]

^{Ankit sighed. "Meanie,}[/i]" he muttered, looking at the Proffesor. Giving up on it anyway in the first place, he went back to reading the book that he still held open. Still wasn't a very interesting book, but he didn't like reading some Diary.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

He's bored... Well, Mikey wasn't a great author.. Hanschen snouts audibly. "Sorry..."

How can I liven this up a bit for him... I don't want him to just sit ther and fake reading...

"GOT IT!", Professor Gabor shouted, startling even himself....

[ankit]

^{Ankit was startled, but didn't show it at all. He averted his ice blue eyes at the Proffesor. "Do I even want to ask?}[/i]" he asked the Proffesor. Either way he most likely was going to tell him. Or, maybe not. Oh well.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

Hanshen grabbed the book from the boys hands hastily. "Here, put your wand on the book...", he instructed.

Hard to be bored, when you're living the events...

When Ankit had placed his wand on the book, the ever brilliant Professor Hanschen Ernst Gabor did something that hadn't been done since Dumbledore himself had walked the halls of Hogwarts. He took a student into someone else's memories.

Omniscereptmemoria!

The world around the two boys began to spin very rapidly, at the same time melting away to reveal the Enterance Hall of Schwererstein Institute, his Alma Mater.

This room looked vaguely similar to the Enterance Hall at Hogwarts, only things were more sinister in appearance...Well, that and everyone was speaking German...

[ankit]

^{It happened so fast, Ankit was now standing, and he looked around before looking over at the Proffesor. "What the hell?}[/i]" he asked, arching up an eyebrow at the Proffesor. No, this hadn't ever happened to him before so of course he didn't know what was going on. Though, he had heard of such a spell, but it hadn't really been used in as far as he knew, a long time.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Welcome to Schwererstein Institute... My old school.", Hanschen explained, "This is where it all happened. As, I'm sure you read... Michael and I weren't particularly happy here, but it could have been worse...."

What time is it, we need to find Michael and I... It's the full moon tonight...

"Er, do you know the time by any chance?'

[ankit]

^{Ankit sighed. Great. He had gotten pulled back into the Proffesor's old School, and was about to endure more of his Love life. Great, more boring stuff. He shrugged his shoulder at the Proffesor.}

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Well," Hanschen said looking at the sky through a window by the great oak doors that led outside. "Judging by the sun's position, I'd say that Michael and I'd be in Latin right now...Come on". And with that, the two boys set off. Up one starcase, down another, and eventually stoppping at a glowing yellow spiral slide running down the side of the building in one of the lookout towers of the fortess Schwererstein Institute was built in. "Good god! I almost forgot about this thing... Well, follow me down..."

Hanchen sat down and scooted toward the slide. "I've haven't been on this thing for too long," he said with a smile before dissapearing at an alarming rate down the chute.

"Woohoo!", he shouted as the world's turning increased in speed... "Yeah!", he shouted when he got to the bottom, "It really has been too long!.

[ankit]

^{Ankit didn't look all too excited about this whole thing, but followed behind the Proffesor. Did he really have to do all this? Man, all this for one cigarette. It really wasn't all that worth it. He had some in his Dormitory, and if they got conviscated, he could easily get more.}

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

Hanschen looked at the sight before him:



It was very weird to be able to see himself, but it was even weirder to see Michael again...

"Er, this is my Latin Class.", Hanschen said in awe still of seeing his classroom and lover again.

"Just sit and watch the rest of the lesson and when the boys, er, I mean Mikey and I, get done we'll follow them, er, us out."

"Oh, I almost forgot... You don't happen to speak German do you?"

[ankit]

^{Ankit glanced back and forth between the young Proffesor, and the present one. He groaned. "I only know the Alphabet.}[/i]" he told the Proffesor. The only reason he only knew the Alphabet, was because he was interested in learning it, but decided against it after just learning the Alphabet.[/sup]

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

"Well then...", The older Hanschen said pulling out his wand, "Narrogermen... That should allow you to understand what they are saying, well what they are saying in German... This is Latin after all."

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Young Hanchen listened to another one of Magister Stolidus' horrible lectures...

"EGO vado , Vos vado , Is vado , nos vado , vos tutodo vado...", Magister Stolidus droned...

Young Hanschen leaned and whispered to the young Michael... "Who cares about the forms of the "go" verb, honestly?"

Young Michael laughed at this..."Tell me about it, how about this, "Vos vado suspendo vestri , Magister Stolidus."

Young Hanschen snorted the same way he would in his office at Hogwarts 6 years later.

"What was that, Mr. Gabor?", Magister Stolidus asked.

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"Er, Go hang yourself, Mr. Stolidus...", The older Hanschen Translated to Ankit

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"I'll be talking to you after class, boys...", Magister Stolidus said before continuing the lecture.


When the class ended, Magister Stolidus told Young Michael to go sit in the hall while he talked with the younger Hanschen. Doing as he was told, Michael left leaving Hanschen alone with his teacher.

"Do you find what your friend said comical, Mr. Gabor?,"Magister Stolidus yelled, "Well do you?"

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The older Hanschen couldn't resist saying the next sentance with himself...

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"YES, SIR. I REALLY WISH YOU WOULD LEAP OFF A CLIFF!"

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The world began to speed up and distort causing great and loud banging...

When the world stopped, it stopped on a single image before moving on...

[ankit]

^{Ankit held the side of his head. As much as he liked the fact this detention wasn't spent doing work, this was boring and giving him a head ache. Though, he wasn't going to give any remorse, cause then that could very well result into him having to do work.}

[Prof. Hanschen Gabor]

The world melted again, this time to a different room, a room with stone walls and floors. Standing in the center are Michael, Hanschen, and Wendla.

"Oh, the girl there is Wendla... She was our best friend... She actually reminds me of you in many ways..."

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"Well, Hanschen? Did it work? Can you remember anything?", Wendla said worried...

"Yeah," Michael pressed, "Did your potion work?"

The young Hanschen's face contorted with pain... "YES! He beat me! The coward beat me and tried to cover it up with a memory erasing spell!"

"That's horrible!," Wendla yelled, "He can't get away with this..."

The world lurched again, this time placing them back in Magister Stolidus' classroom.