05-19-2015, 04:57 AM
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  MOPuffskein
Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Norah Kittredge
Seventh Year |  Post 3 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
SPOILER!!: Professor Quote:
Originally Posted by Tazenhani This one, always so full of questions. It made Sabel smile, and he scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck in thought as he squatted down beside her. "I don't think they would work very well. It's hard to get the same feeling from something you've imagined, compared to something you've experienced. In fact, it's almost impossible."
So she was having trouble with a happy thought, was she? And the only good ones were imaginary ones? That made his brow crease in thought. Surely there was something the bubbly fourth year found to make her over-the-moon-happy.
"Remember, it should be a memory that fills you up. From toe to head. Makes you feel safe. If the night was the darkest, pitchiest black and you were alone, what would you think of to make yourself feel safe?"
He'd leave her with that nugget of thought and a look that said 'don't be dismayed'. Norah nodded slowly and gave Professor Dakest a small smile. He was a nice guy, this one. Real nice. And the imagination bit made sense, mostly. Even she couldn't imagine stuff that well, and she was practically a professional imagine-er. "I'll find a real one then." She wasn't entirely sure if she was saying it to him or to herself, but it didn't really matter.
The fourth year rested her head on her knees so her cheeks got all squishy, closing her eyes again because it was time to think. Real thinking. Yeah. A smile stretched across her face as well as a smile could in this position as she zeroed in on a memory. It wasn't a memory of an event as much as it was the memory of a feeling, or something like that she wasn't really sure. Where did you draw the line between those two, anyways? Whatever it was, it was doing something right because as she thought and thought about that feeling-memory-ish-THING she felt it pushing out the darkest horrible-est things that were sitting in her brain and usually weren't given any attention at all. They didn't deserve any attention, and now they were being pushed out. With renewed enthusiasm, she stood up so quickly that her head felt funny and she had to hold onto the edge of her chair to make sure she didn't fall over. She'd probably lose hold of the memory if that happened, and after all this work she couldn't just lose it. It was special, okay? Really special.
She took a deep breath and started whispering the incantation over and over. "Expecto patronum. Expecto Patronum. ExpectoPatronumExpectoPatronum." Another deep breath. Norah's eyes followed Sophie as she left the room, suddenly wishing she could abandon the class all together and give her a big ol' squish. Or something. Anything, really. The Hufflepuff wasn't going to be able to do the spell. Everybody knew it. Even she knew it, and she probably barely knew anything at all. She lifted her wand regardless, because what if Professor Dakest got sad because she wasn't doing the activity? Professor Dakest didn't deserve sadness at all. So there it went. Another deep breath, 'cause it seemed like she did a lot of those recently, and then the memory. She closed her eyes, going back to that time years ago, not focusing on how old she was or where they were because she wasn't entirely sure she could recall those bits at all. There they were, Sebby and Marcel both on her lap because Marcel was so teeny weeny that they could both still fit, and she was reading to them. Or at least pretending to read to them, because she was too ickle to be good at reading at all, but her brothers hadn't known that and Sebby had looked at her with his blue eyes ginormous and in awe. Sebastian had been in awe of HER, the big kid who could do stuff. He'd thought she was smart. The corners of her lips quirked upwards as she let the memory fill her from her toes all the way up to her head just like Professor Dakest had said. She moved her wand in a circle. "Expecto Patronum!"
Norah's eyelids fluttered open. There was nothing there. She wasn't entirely sure when she'd let herself believe there would be, but there was most certainly a hundred million percent nothing there.
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