Book 1 - James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
Finally, <strong>the</strong> room hushed. <strong>James</strong> looked up <strong>and</strong> saw Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Jackson entering, carrying something<br />
under his arm. The object was large, flat, <strong>and</strong> wrapped in cloth.<br />
“Good morning, class,” he said in his usual, brusque manner. “Your last week’s essays are graded <strong>and</strong><br />
on my desk. Mr. Murdock, would you mind distributing <strong>the</strong>m, please? On <strong>the</strong> whole, I am not terribly<br />
disappointed, although I think most <strong>of</strong> you can be relieved that Hogwarts does not generally grade on <strong>the</strong><br />
curve.”<br />
Jackson carefully set his parcel on <strong>the</strong> desk. As he unfolded <strong>the</strong> cloth from around it, <strong>James</strong> could see<br />
that it was a stack <strong>of</strong> three ra<strong>the</strong>r small paintings. He thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> painting <strong>of</strong> Severus Snape <strong>and</strong> his<br />
attention perked up.<br />
“Today is a day for taking notes, I can assure you,” Jackson said ominously. He arranged <strong>the</strong><br />
paintings in a row along <strong>the</strong> shelf <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chalkboard. The first painting was <strong>of</strong> a thin man with owlish glasses<br />
<strong>and</strong> an almost perfectly bald head. He blinked at <strong>the</strong> class, his expression alert <strong>and</strong> slightly nervous, as if he<br />
expected someone, at any moment, to jump up <strong>and</strong> shout “Boo!” at him. The next painting was empty but<br />
for a ra<strong>the</strong>r bl<strong>and</strong> wooded background. The last showed a fairly ghastly clown in white face with a hideously<br />
large, red smile painted over its mouth. The clown leered inanely at <strong>the</strong> class <strong>and</strong> shook a little cane with a<br />
ball on <strong>the</strong> end. The ball, <strong>James</strong> noticed with a shudder, was a tiny version <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clown’s own head, grinning<br />
even more insanely.<br />
Murdock finished h<strong>and</strong>ing back everyone’s papers <strong>and</strong> slid back into his own seat. <strong>James</strong> glanced<br />
down at his essay. On <strong>the</strong> front, in Jackson’s perfect, left-slanting cursive, were <strong>the</strong> words, Tepid, but<br />
borderline cogent. Grammar needs work.<br />
“As always, questions about your grades may be submitted to me in writing. Fur<strong>the</strong>r discussion will<br />
be obtained, as needed, during my <strong>of</strong>fice hours, assuming any <strong>of</strong> you remember where my <strong>of</strong>fice is. And now,<br />
onward <strong>and</strong> upward.” Jackson paced slowly along <strong>the</strong> line <strong>of</strong> paintings, gesturing vaguely at <strong>the</strong>m. “As many<br />
<strong>of</strong> you will recall, in our first class, we had a short discussion, spearheaded by Mr. Walker,” he peered beneath<br />
his bushy eyebrows in Zane’s direction, “about <strong>the</strong> nature <strong>of</strong> magical art. I explained that <strong>the</strong> artist’s<br />
intentions are imbued on <strong>the</strong> canvas via a magical, psycho-kinetic process, which allows <strong>the</strong> art to take on a<br />
semblance <strong>of</strong> motion <strong>and</strong> attitude. The result is a drawing that moves <strong>and</strong> mimics life at <strong>the</strong> whim <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
artist. Today, we will examine a different kind <strong>of</strong> art, one that represents life in a wholly different way.”<br />
Quills scratched feverishly as <strong>the</strong> class struggled to keep up with Jackson’s monologue. As usual,<br />
Jackson paced as he spoke.<br />
“The art <strong>of</strong> magical painting comes in two forms. The first one is just a more lavish version <strong>of</strong> what I<br />
illustrated in class, which is <strong>the</strong> creation <strong>of</strong> purely fanciful imagery based on <strong>the</strong> imagination <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> artist.<br />
This is different from Muggle art only inasmuch as <strong>the</strong> magical versions may move <strong>and</strong> emote, based on <strong>the</strong><br />
intention--<strong>and</strong> only within <strong>the</strong> imaginative boundaries--<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> artist. Our friend, Mr. Biggles here, is an<br />
example.” Jackson gestured at <strong>the</strong> painting <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clown. “Mr. Biggles, thankfully, never existed outside <strong>the</strong><br />
imagination <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> artist who painted him.” The clown responded to <strong>the</strong> attention, bobbing in its frame,<br />
170