Last week Percival had let the students come in, sit down, and take out all their belongings before starting the lesson, and this week was no different. He let the students settle before announcing, “Right everyone, stand up and gather around this portkey. Today, we're going to the South Pole! It's cold down there so I advice all of you to wear one of these suits to keep warm. They will be very large, but once you close them, they shrink to your size. Don't mind the smell, that's only because they haven't been washed since the last group wore them, and possibly even the group before that.” Percival said casually, his sense of humour evading some. He pulled one on as well, which seemed to expand rather than shrink to accommodate around his middle. There were suits in red, blue, green, and yellow. Students didn't have to choose their house colour, but he expected they probably would. “We are going to be visiting with the Lapp Shamans, one of the societies responsible for maintaining the magical flow of energy that enters the atmosphere,” Percival said as the students gathered around.
After everyone successfully used the portkey to travel to the icy cold polar desert, he gestured for everyone to stop talking. Some were more excited than others to be at the South Pole. "Right, shut up everyone. Does anyone know where magic stems from?” Percival asked, expecting the class to have been taught this previously. “The Sun,” a student answered. “Correct - er, I suppose you can have 2 points to your house. The sun sends out rays of magic, and these reach the earth, hanging in the atmosphere before slowly settling into the earth. When hit with the Aurora spell, the sky lights up because of an interaction of the magic from the sun with the upper atmosphere and the magic from the spell.”
A Lapp Shaman appeared nearby and waved Percival over. He beckoned the students to follow. They arrived over a small hill, and there were seats made of snow and ice forming a circle in the ground with backs that leaned farther back than most chairs normally would. The chairs were smaller than normal chairs, fit for the stature of the Lapp Shaman tribe. Percival barely fit in his seat.
“Now, the tradition of the Auroras is a very special one, and to see the spell cast so close is a rare privilege. Be respectful during the presentation or I'll leave you behind when it's time to return to the castle. I'm not even joking.” Percival's expression was serious when he spoke to the students while a group of Lapp Shaman began their ceremony of the Southern Aurora. The group was too far away to hear the words being spoken, and the darkness of the night hid most of the movements. Beautiful colours began to dance in the sky - green was always a very prominent colour, and on the lower edges of the curtain-like light were blue and purple. At certain times, it was easy to see red as well, although the colour was much rarer that night.
As time went on, Professor Zephyrmoon knew it was getting much later and the time to leave was approaching. He slowly stood and got the student’s attention to make their way back to the portkey. Once they had arrived at the castle, Percival collected the suits that had kept the students warm during their trip and sent them off to their dorms with no homework for the next week.
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