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TeafortheSoul · 01-27-2010, 12:03 PM

It was obvious Celandine was distracted. Leaving her homework to the last minute? Not like her at all. So much was in her head. She'd avoided Hogsmeade like the plague because of the creepy feelings she was getting, avoided Tiberius because she'd felt super bad and weird about burning up his coupon, missed Copernicus to a painful degree, generally been in a non-Cela like bad mood, missed Professor Kazimeriz heaps and HEAPS and...

not done her Transfiguration homework.

So it was that she made her way to the gardens, wand in hand, intending to practice the spell a bit, simply because according to the homework, they were supposed to.

Would just a little bit be enough? Cela wasn't sure. She found a quiet spot and closed her eyes, just thinking...

She held her wand loosely and thought of butterflies, all sorts of colours, floating through her imagination. She could almost feel them tickling the insides of her eyelids as she imagined them. She had to admit even thinking about them was kind of making her feel a little bit more like her cheerful self. She opened her eyes and swished her wand, thinking Papilio, her minds eye still focused on butterflies.

And butterflies she got. Dozens of pink glasswings flowed from her mind, through her wand, and into the air around her. Their wings were slightly transparent except for a pink patch and Cela marveled at the way they caught the light.

She was smiling by now and a realisation came to her. She could control them like when you used Avis to conjure birds right? Like Papilio with...

"Oppungo!" Celandine didn't need to say it loud, her voice was sure but soft. There wasn't anything to attack of course, and Cela wasn't sure what butterflies could DO except... flutter threateningly or something, but they followed the swoop of her wand instantly, spiraling where she directed them, catching the light and the eye. They would make a good distraction in a duel.

She let the butterflies go, not quite feeling up to vanishing them when they were so pretty and all, so they just flew off, immediately heading to the puffapod flowers and flutterby bushes and joyfully feasting on the nectar.

Celandine watched for a few minutes in silence, then headed back up to the school, idly tapping her wand against her lips and changing the colour on them as she went.

01-27-2010, 12:03 PM	#108 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,237 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	Transfig? Yes. lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet It was obvious Celandine was distracted. Leaving her homework to the last minute? Not like her at all. So much was in her head. She'd avoided Hogsmeade like the plague because of the creepy feelings she was getting, avoided Tiberius because she'd felt super bad and weird about burning up his coupon, missed Copernicus to a painful degree, generally been in a non-Cela like bad mood, missed Professor Kazimeriz heaps and HEAPS and... not done her Transfiguration homework. So it was that she made her way to the gardens, wand in hand, intending to practice the spell a bit, simply because according to the homework, they were supposed to. Would just a little bit be enough? Cela wasn't sure. She found a quiet spot and closed her eyes, just thinking... She held her wand loosely and thought of butterflies, all sorts of colours, floating through her imagination. She could almost feel them tickling the insides of her eyelids as she imagined them. She had to admit even thinking about them was kind of making her feel a little bit more like her cheerful self. She opened her eyes and swished her wand, thinking Papilio, her minds eye still focused on butterflies. And butterflies she got. Dozens of pink glasswings flowed from her mind, through her wand, and into the air around her. Their wings were slightly transparent except for a pink patch and Cela marveled at the way they caught the light. She was smiling by now and a realisation came to her. She could control them like when you used Avis to conjure birds right? Like Papilio with... "Oppungo!" Celandine didn't need to say it loud, her voice was sure but soft. There wasn't anything to attack of course, and Cela wasn't sure what butterflies could DO except... flutter threateningly or something, but they followed the swoop of her wand instantly, spiraling where she directed them, catching the light and the eye. They would make a good distraction in a duel. She let the butterflies go, not quite feeling up to vanishing them when they were so pretty and all, so they just flew off, immediately heading to the puffapod flowers and flutterby bushes and joyfully feasting on the nectar. Celandine watched for a few minutes in silence, then headed back up to the school, idly tapping her wand against her lips and changing the colour on them as she went. __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you