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sweetpinkpixie · 05-16-2026, 12:36 PM

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He did prefer students retained at least some healthy uncertainty regarding whether professors ceased to exist once lessons ended or they dissipated like a Vanishing Spell once they left the castle.

"Mind reading," he repeated, slow enough to suggest he was already identifying at least fourteen ethical violations attached to the concept. This was all hypothetical, so no need to go into all that at this time. One hand folded neatly behind his back while the other tapped once against the edge of a desk "An admirable demonstration of why Occlumency exists."

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"Invisibility," he said with the faintest sigh of inevitability. “A classic. Wizardkind has spent centuries attempting to accomplish precisely that through Disillusionment Charms, invisibility cloaks, potions, and an alarming variety of experimental magic."

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The answer earned the faintest narrowing of Cox's eyes, unequivocally unconvinced that the boy required additional methods of sudden appearance.

"An understandable choice from someone not yet licensed for Apparition and therefore still condemned to corridors, staircases, and the general inconvenience of physical navigation."

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Originally Posted by natekka

Ah, Potions. Her nemesis.

Try as she might - or might not as was actually the case - Meinir Ellis had yet to leave a Potions lesson with the sense that she had 'improved' in any meaningful way. Potions required a level of precision and attention to detail that completely escaped her. A pinch always became a pinch and a half, for example, and three clockwise stirs were never completed successfully. She knew it was possible for older, more skilled potioneers to improvise, though she supposed that even those improvisations were calculated and made using existing knowledge of how different ingredients interacted with each other, but Mei was far from that level of experience. She was firmly in the beginner stage.

All that being said, she did find Potions interesting and looked forward to the lessons. She was simply no good at sticking to the instructions as given, which usually had... consequences - potions that hissed when they should soothe, or exploded when they should, you know, not explode...

Mei entered the classroom, which was much the same as usual - with the exception of a jar of hands, colourful, long, and creepy - and head straight over to her workstation. "Morning, Professor," she greeted him while she walked. "I guess you won't be needing a hand with anything today, huh?" She blurted out the pun before she could stop herself, but felt no embarrassment. It was funny, in her opinion of course.

As conversations faded and the door closed with a definitive thud, she fixed her attention on Professor Cox, doing her best to give him her undivided attention. She considered his question for approximately two seconds before deciding on her answer. Her classmates' answers were, in her humble opinion, rather cliché. What? No one wanted superstrength, or to be able to fly? Mei raised her hand and gave her answer with cool confidence. "The ability to become good - no, skilled," she amended, "at whatever I put my mind to straight away." In her mind, that would be an extremely useful and time-saving ability.

Not once did it occur to her that, perhaps, there was immense value in the journey of growth.

Miss Ellis' pun earned a long-suffering look that somehow stopped just short of genuine consternation. He barely tolerated them with the Headmaster.

He would not deduct points for bad jokes. He would not deduct points for bad jokes...

"Immediate mastery," he repeated. "Arguably adjacent to the promises made by drinking Felix Felicis and every enchanted object that creates the appearance of competency without the stability underneath it."

Because unlike invisibility, teleportation, or even diluted forms of mind reading — all things wizardkind had managed to approximate through cloaks, charms, Apparition, Legilimency, and various magical devices — true instantaneous skill remained out of reach. Magic could enhance instinct. Accelerate learning, borrow confidence, simulate capability... but it could not simply replace the lived process of mastery itself.

He paced once more as he spoke, robes whispering faintly across the dungeon floor.

"Which is perhaps fortunate," he added lightly with a small shrug. "Most people become intolerable enough after succeeding gradually."

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His gaze swept slowly across the room once more and, finding no further volunteers, inclined his head once and continued.

“What most classify as 'superpowers' are, in truth, things wizardkind has already spent centuries reproducing through spellcraft, enchanted objects, and potion making."

He moved away from the front of the classroom as he spoke, one hand folding behind his back while the other gestured loosely through the air as though arranging concepts into place.

"Invisibility. Flight. Enhanced strength. Altered perception. Memory manipulation. Accelerated healing. Even limited forms of mind reading and teleportation."

A faint tilt of his head followed. The corner of his mouth twitched briefly before he continued.

"Today, you will be brewing the Elasticity Elixir... a potion originally developed for cursebreakers, healer rehabilitation, and certain athletic professions that temporarily alters the flexibility and elastic resilience of materials and the body. For the culturally informed amongst you, the effect bears passing resemblance to fictional figures such as Elastigirl, Mister Fantastic, and Monkey D. Luffy."

Cox moved away from his desk as he spoke, one hand folding behind his back while the other absently adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, dark bindrunes disappearing beneath the cuff before the fabric settled back into place. He stopped beside the nearest workstation then, leaning one hip lightly against the edge of it.

"Of course, the existence of magic raises an obvious question," he continued, eyes sweeping across the students again. "If spellwork can already manipulate movement and matter directly… why bother with something as temperamental as a potion?" One brow arched slightly as his hands unfolded before him, palms up, like an offered tray. "So consider this ― in what scenario might controlled elasticity be useful, or even preferable, to traditional spellcasting?"

OOC: This will be the last question before we begin the brewing process in approximately 24 hours. Thank you all for your participation, enthusiasm, and the creativity you’ve shared through your characters thus far

05-16-2026, 12:36 PM	#10 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,358 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	*suffers Jae losing his mind in the background of all this because X-Men = ♥* astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Text Cut: the one who considers professors as people the same way one might consider a kneazle walking on its hind legs Quote: Originally Posted by squidnie Was Professor Cox making a joke? Cat didn’t know if it was recent events or simply her changing cognitive abilities (teenager developing her frontal lobe and all), but she was starting to realize that professors were their own people who had, like, lives and personalities and stuff. And it was happening not just with the potions professor, but with others as well. Odd. She’d come back to that later. For now, to answer the question he’d asked. She knew her answer immediately - she’d thought about it plenty of times. Which was… probably normal, right? Her hand shot up. “Mind reading. But not, like, all the time. Only when I wanted to use it.” She would keep her reasons to herself, though. Unless there was a follow-up. He did prefer students retained at least some healthy uncertainty regarding whether professors ceased to exist once lessons ended or they dissipated like a Vanishing Spell once they left the castle. "Mind reading," he repeated, slow enough to suggest he was already identifying at least fourteen ethical violations attached to the concept. This was all hypothetical, so no need to go into all that at this time. One hand folded neatly behind his back while the other tapped once against the edge of a desk "An admirable demonstration of why Occlumency exists." Text Cut: the one who is too optimistic with the man's disposition Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Levi bit back an amused laugh at Cox’s reaction to his comment. He had hoped that the man would be a taaad less grumpy with the joke. Needless to say that the boy was quite curious about how the ‘hands’ would come into play later on; he also knew he had to channel all his patience while he and his classmates waited to find out. By the time the professor was checking that familiar pocketwatch, Levi had neatly arranged his books and writing apparatus in a meticulous manner that would allow him smooth transitioning between note taking and brewing and back. Ooh. Levi liked that question. He didn’t even need to think too long. “To be able to become invisible at will.” There were deep reasons for that answer but he wasn’t keen on dwelling too much on them. Picturing himself as Miles Morales - a version of Spiderman with the powers of camouflage and invisibility abilities - was quite entertaining, something he preferred doing at present. "Invisibility," he said with the faintest sigh of inevitability. “A classic. Wizardkind has spent centuries attempting to accomplish precisely that through Disillusionment Charms, invisibility cloaks, potions, and an alarming variety of experimental magic." Text Cut: this one ― just this one or the one who is /selectively/ lazy with movement Quote: Originally Posted by Samia They won't bite, Mr. García Massey. Adrian looked at him flatly. There was the faintest narrowing of his eyes at the professor’s tone. Dry. Polite. Irritatingly controlled. Which somehow made it worse. Especially now that Adrian knew exactly who Iris had inherited that terrifying observational precision from. “Comforting,” he muttered back as his gaze drifted once toward the door again. Still no Marina. That sat badly. Worse than the weird plastic hands. Worse than being in Cox’s class while actively involved in whatever deeply complicated thing existed between him and Iris. Worse than how much Jae would enjoy watching him be entirely too uncomfortable because of all of the above. Then came the question. Superhero abilities. Of course. Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair, one elbow hooked lazily over the armrest while Cat immediately volunteered mind reading like she hadn’t just casually introduced the concept of legalized psychological trespassing into the room. Eventually, when it was his turn he added: “Teleportation.” The answer came flatly, almost absent-mindedly, but he continued after a second as one shoulder lifted slightly, “No corridors. No awkward conversations. No being trapped in social situations you regret entering thirty seconds in.” A pause. “No staircases.” That last one carried genuine irritation. The answer earned the faintest narrowing of Cox's eyes, unequivocally unconvinced that the boy required additional methods of sudden appearance. "An understandable choice from someone not yet licensed for Apparition and therefore still condemned to corridors, staircases, and the general inconvenience of physical navigation." Text Cut: the one who also thinks they've got jokes Quote: Originally Posted by natekka Ah, Potions. Her nemesis. Try as she might - or might not as was actually the case - Meinir Ellis had yet to leave a Potions lesson with the sense that she had 'improved' in any meaningful way. Potions required a level of precision and attention to detail that completely escaped her. A pinch always became a pinch and a half, for example, and three clockwise stirs were never completed successfully. She knew it was possible for older, more skilled potioneers to improvise, though she supposed that even those improvisations were calculated and made using existing knowledge of how different ingredients interacted with each other, but Mei was far from that level of experience. She was firmly in the beginner stage. All that being said, she did find Potions interesting and looked forward to the lessons. She was simply no good at sticking to the instructions as given, which usually had... consequences - potions that hissed when they should soothe, or exploded when they should, you know, not explode... Mei entered the classroom, which was much the same as usual - with the exception of a jar of hands, colourful, long, and creepy - and head straight over to her workstation. "Morning, Professor," she greeted him while she walked. *"I guess you won't be needing a hand* with anything today, huh?" She blurted out the pun before she could stop herself, but felt no embarrassment. It was funny, in her opinion of course. As conversations faded and the door closed with a definitive thud, she fixed her attention on Professor Cox, doing her best to give him her undivided attention. She considered his question for approximately two seconds before deciding on her answer. Her classmates' answers were, in her humble opinion, rather cliché. What? No one wanted superstrength, or to be able to fly? Mei raised her hand and gave her answer with cool confidence. "The ability to become good - no, skilled," she amended, "at whatever I put my mind to straight away."** In her mind, that would be an extremely useful and time-saving ability. Not once did it occur to her that, perhaps, there was immense value in the journey of growth. Miss Ellis' pun earned a long-suffering look that somehow stopped just short of genuine consternation. He barely tolerated them with the Headmaster. He would not deduct points for bad jokes. He would not deduct points for bad jokes... "Immediate mastery," he repeated. "Arguably adjacent to the promises made by drinking Felix Felicis and every enchanted object that creates the appearance of competency without the stability underneath it." Because unlike invisibility, teleportation, or even diluted forms of mind reading — all things wizardkind had managed to approximate through cloaks, charms, Apparition, Legilimency, and various magical devices — true instantaneous skill remained out of reach. Magic could enhance instinct. Accelerate learning, borrow confidence, simulate capability... but it could not simply replace the lived process of mastery itself. He paced once more as he spoke, robes whispering faintly across the dungeon floor. "Which is perhaps fortunate," he added lightly with a small shrug. "Most people become intolerable enough after succeeding gradually." ▶▼◀▲▶▼◀▲▶▼◀▲▶▼◀▲▶▼◀▲▶▼◀▲ His gaze swept slowly across the room once more and, finding no further volunteers, inclined his head once and continued. “What most classify as 'superpowers' are, in truth, things wizardkind has already spent centuries reproducing through spellcraft, enchanted objects, and potion making." He moved away from the front of the classroom as he spoke, one hand folding behind his back while the other gestured loosely through the air as though arranging concepts into place. "Invisibility. Flight. Enhanced strength. Altered perception. Memory manipulation. Accelerated healing. Even limited forms of mind reading and teleportation." A faint tilt of his head followed. The corner of his mouth twitched briefly before he continued. "Today, you will be brewing the Elasticity Elixir... a potion originally developed for cursebreakers, healer rehabilitation, and certain athletic professions that temporarily alters the flexibility and elastic resilience of materials and the body. For the culturally informed amongst you, the effect bears passing resemblance to fictional figures such as Elastigirl, Mister Fantastic, and Monkey D. Luffy." Cox moved away from his desk as he spoke, one hand folding behind his back while the other absently adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, dark bindrunes disappearing beneath the cuff before the fabric settled back into place. He stopped beside the nearest workstation then, leaning one hip lightly against the edge of it. "Of course, the existence of magic raises an obvious question," he continued, eyes sweeping across the students again. "If spellwork can already manipulate movement and matter directly… why bother with something as temperamental as a potion?" One brow arched slightly as his hands unfolded before him, palms up, like an offered tray. "So consider this ― in what scenario might controlled elasticity be useful, or even preferable, to traditional spellcasting?" OOC: This will be the last question before we begin the brewing process in approximately 24 hours. Thank you all for your participation, enthusiasm, and the creativity you’ve shared through your characters thus far __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like