Chapter 3: Flying class (next 2)

“Flying lesson?” Miss Gloria raised her voice, “When did it become so dangerous?” she asked, frowning. 

“No, it didn’t. Maybe, there are some problems with the shoes she took. I will check it again.” said Professor Genevieve thoughtfully.

Heracles and Gwen had gone in. On one bed, Amelinda was peaceful sleeping. Miss Gloria might have given her a bit sleeping potion. Amelinda was covered by a thin blanket. One her leg was bandaged. Heracles watched her sleep. 

“She looks bad.” whispered Gwen.

“I have never seen her so scared.” Heracles spoke up. “Her shoes could not itself go crazy. It seems someone made it. I have to find the person.” he added. 

“Are you sure that someone broke the shoes?” asked Gwen.

“I’m sure.” said Heracles certainly.

“I will do it with you.” said Gwen. 

“We should turn back and checked her shoes before it is taken away.” said Heracles.

“Right!” exclaimed Gwen, “We have to go back quickly.”

“Keep silent boys. My patients need to rest.” the voice of Miss Gloria. 

“Sorry Miss Gloria. We will leave.” replied Gwen. Then he and Heracles walked out. Professor Genevieve and Fidelma were still there. “We will return to our dorm, professors?” said Heracles.

“Okay, let’s go back your dorm. Miss Gloria will take care of her well.” said Professor Genevieve. 

“See you all later.” said Heracles.

“See you both later.” Professor Genevieve replied.

Heracles and Gwen left the health room. They hurriedly turned back the lawn where the flying class took place. All people had left. There only had winged shoes scattering on ground. Strangely, no one paid attention on them after class but it gave Heracles and Gwen the chance to check the shoes. It didn’t take them much time to find out the shoes Amelinda took. It lied alone away others few steps. Each of them picked a shoe and observed. “Do you find out anything? There had no problem with this shoe.” said Gwen, hanging the shoe in front of his face. 

“Uhmm – It seems to have something here.” said Heracles.

“Where?” Gwen spoke up. He put his shoe aside then came to Heracles at one.

“What did you find?” he asked.

On Heracles hand was an old canvas shoe. Gwen took a look but he didn’t discover anything. There had a little dust got on the sole. However, it didn’t catch his attention. “Look! Do you see it?” said Heracles, hinting him to the dust.

“It’s dust but what does it matter?” asked Gwen.

“You look.” said Heracles. He wiped on the dust then held out his finger in front of him. There was something glittering between the dust particles on his finger. “Do you see? It’s not only dust.” said Heracles. It not only had normal dust particles but also blue particles. 

“What are they?” said Gwen.

“I don’t know but to going collect them. We will find them out later.” said Heracles, “Do you have any jar?” 

“Wait a moment. I have some here.” said Gwen. He promptly rummaged in his bag and then took out a small glass jar. “Here.” he said. Heracles took it then collected all dust into it. It’s not much but he got half a jar of it. Heracles buttoned it carefully. He gave it to Gwen. “Put it in your bang.” he said. Gwen took and put it in a separate compartment then locked it carefully. They kept staying there for a bit to discover more but they didn’t see anything more. Therefore, they hurriedly left in case Professor Genevieve and Fidelma would turned back to take winged shoes. 

After Heracles and Gwen left few minutes, Professor Genevieve and Fidelma appeared. “The shoes are here, professor. It's completely normal” said Professor Fidelma. “No, you’re wrong.” said Professor Genevieve. She lowered her scepter, pointed to the shoes. “Para-Kolous” she spelled. Silver light shot out from her scepter coming to the shoes. The silver light swept over the shoes, collected everything stuck on. Then it formed a small ball containing things it collected and flew toward Professor Genevieve and stopped in front of her. Then she took out a small glass jar, opened the button and raised it up to the floating light ball. It changed in a yarn of light bringing dust into the jar. The yarn of light vanished right after that remaining sparkling dust particles. “Do you see it, professor?” said Professor Genevieve.

“Ohhh, this is…” replied Professor Fidelma.

***

Heracles and Gwen didn’t get back their dorm. They went Castle Methonia, stepped on third floor and found their way go in an empty classroom. Chose a table in the hidden corner they sat opposite. Gwen promptly took the jar of sparkling dust out, raised upon his face shaking. The dust particles disturbed up and glow inside. “What do you think it is?” asked Gwen.

“It may be a kind of magical dust. I don’t know. We have to find out more.” said Heracles uncertainly. “But, I think it’s the thing which made Amelinda’s winged shoes got mad.”

“Maybe you’re right but how can we prove it or should we ask for help from professors? Gwen said.

“I don’t like to ask professor.” said Heracles frankly.

“So what do we do?” asked Gwen. 

“Give it to me.” said Heracles. 

“Here.” said Gwen, handed to his friend. Heracles received the dust jar. He opened the button then took a little dust inside out, sprinkled on the table. Sparkling dust particles scattered in front of their faces.

“What are you doing?” asked Gwen curiously.

“I want to see what will happen if I sprinkled it here.” said Heracles calmly. The dust particles landed on the table and lied dormant there. They both observed carefully but nothing happened. Then Heracles rubbed on the dust particles but there also didn’t have anything happening. 

“Maybe I was wrong or it is not the way to use the thing.” said Heracles disappointedly. He took the button then stoppered the jar. He continued watched. 

“There may be some way to activate it. Soon we will find it.” said Gwen.

“Ah – books,” Heracles squealed, “Maybe some of them can mention the thing. We should go library.” he added, “Go, Gwen.” he urged, standing up. They left the room. It was past noon. They skipped the lunch. Buzz appeared after they left few minutes. A fly land on the table and stepped on sparkling dust particles Heracles left there. Some stuck to its feet. The fly didn’t pay attention on it. It continued moving on table, maybe looking for something it could eat but there had nothing for it. So, it stopped, lowered feet its body down. Its wings fluttered and was ready to fly. Suddenly, the fly shot away with smoke erupting behind. It couldn’t control its speed, banged hard on a glass window and bounced back, continued shooting away and hit on items inside the class room.