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Evie ^_^ Oh, come ON. "EXPECTO BLOODY PATRONUM!" Benzi YELLED angrily, almost losing grip on his wand as he violently jabbed it at nothing. Of course nothing happened. The day 'bloody' became part of incantations for things would be the day Benzi would become a master at all the spells ever. Or whatever. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the wall as he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to calm down and think logically. He'd decided to practice this far away from the DADA classroom, just in case Dakest saw him and realised he couldn't produce a corporeal Patronus. Even his regular patronus was weak, comparatively. He just wasn't good at patronuses. Right. He wasn't here to feel sorry for himself. Again. Plastering a smile onto his face, he summoned up the memory of coming to London for the first time with Mum. "Expecto Patronum!" aaaaaaaaaand, the white disc thing appeared. Wonderful. |
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Pausing her mission to go find food, Evie wandered down the hall, following the sound she heard. She heard someone trying to cast a patronus charm behind a closed door and sloooooowly opened the door to peer inside, just in time to see a faint little undefined patronus float through the air. Her eyes moved to the wand holder. "Benzi?" Oops, hi. Not spying, just curious. |
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!" This was why he JUMPED out of his skin as he heard a noise behind swiveled quickly to face the intruder, wand raised and ready to... er, do something. Oh. OH. It was Evie, from the feast. Faintly embarrassed, though in his defense she'd been REALLY QUIET, he lowered his wand and gave her a sheepish grin. "Hey Evie," he scratched the back of his neck, "how are you?" He was cool. Totally cool. Just... hadn't been expecting company. He'd never seen anyone come in here before. |
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Evie actually jumped a little when he yelled and flailed his wand about, very glad that his reflexes didn't include shooting sparks out of his wand. She wanted to be in one piece. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Heh. Don't shoot? He seemed calmer now that he realized it was just her. Evie gave him a smile and stepped into the office, keeping the door open a crack. "I'm fine. I heard you yelling down the hall so I came to investigate." She tucked her hands into her sweater pockets. "I can't produce a corporeal patronus either," she told him. Small talk, or something. It was something she had been thinking about lately since Sophie knew how to do one. She was kinda jealous of that. |
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Benzi fell blood rise to his cheeks and he coughed. "I didn't realise the walls were so thin," he commented, and stuck his free hand into his pocket. Great. Who else had heard him yell in here like a lunatic? Next time he'd soundproof this place... somehow. He'll look into it. Oh? Benzi blinked. Then a thought occurred to him and he smiled. "Want to practice together sometime? Or now? Perhaps we can give each other tips." SPECTACULAR idea, if he may say so himself. Getting to practice his Patronus while at the same time hanging around with the girl he'd been meaning to catch up with since the feast? Genius he was. |
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"Sure," she said, albeit a little hesitant. "I haven't practiced in a while." A while being... several months. She had gotten discouraged after a few times. That was a fault with Evie; if she couldn't accomplish something right away or within a few times of practicing she easily gave up. But this was something she knew she would be proud to accomplish, especially if she wanted to go into the MLE (which was still just an idea). Evangeline got her wand out, slightly nervous now. "What shape do you want yours to take?" |
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Cocking his head to the side, Benzi waited for her to seemingly make up her mind if she actually wanted to stay and practice. She was a fellow Ravenclaw and the same year as him, so they should be roughly matched in terms of knowledge and experience, unless Hogwarts had had a Dementor infestation that hadn't made it to the Daily Prophet in the last few years and they'd all gotten oodles of practice time. It seemed unlikely though, he was pretty sure mum would never have agreed to let him come back if there had been a chance of dementors wandering around. Especially since she was painfully aware of the status of his patronus and worried about it more than a parent technically should. Sigh. "It's okay, I'm just about as awful at patronuses as a sixth year can be," he said, over exaggerating in order to get her to be compfortable and stay. He wasn't the WORST, EVER, but he just.. wasn't good at it. That was the annoying part. Blinking at that REALLY unexpected question, Benzi shrugged and looked at her wand. "M'not sure really, s'long as it's not a bloody cat." Hmpf. I just want it to be anything other than this white disc thing and I'll be happy. Or, rather, I'll be happy and then I'll get the fully fledged patronus, eh?" Benzi laughed at his own |
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Evie humored him with a small laugh to his patronus joke and held her wand in front of her with both of her hands. "I think I'll like whatever it turns out to be," she answered simply. She had thought about it a lot and couldn't decide what she wanted it to be. So she was leaving it up to the element of surprise. So, now... to get started. "D'you wanna go first?" Even though he'd already been practicing. Evie felt a little insecure about her lack of patronus-making. |
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Bloody cat. Eyeing the strange way she was holding her wand, Benzi considered Evie's words. "Yeah I reckon everyone likes them... I mean, the animal's supposed to represent your personality and I don't reckon anyone who doesn't like their personality could cast a proper patronus," he pointed out, thinking about what he'd said for a few moments before dismissing the thought. This was starting to feel a bit like therapy. Benzi shrugged. "Why not," he said dejectedly and raised his wand, pulling forth his go to happy memory. "Prepare to see the best white disc you've ever seen," he winked at her, trying to muster a smile to go with it, before turning to look straight ahead of him, concentrating. "Expecto patronum!" And, just as promised, a brilliant white disc appeared out of the tip of his wand, illuminating the small office brightly and casting dark shadows behind him and Evie. He sighed again, and the disc dissipated. "There's no animal that looks like that right?" |
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Evie was suddenly feeling nervous. Even though Benzi couldn't produce a corporeal patronus either, she felt very inadequate when it came to trying. She hadn't practiced in ages and she knew the outcome would be very disappointing, especially now that she was doubting what she thought she might want to do when she was done with school. But she watched Benzi try again and saw the white disk emerged. Evie looked carefully for any other shapes it might have taken... "A sting ray, maybe? Without a tail... Or perhaps a flattened sea turtle..." No? She probably wasn't helping. Clearing her throat, Evie stepped forward and decided to give it a try. Thinking of happy memories was fairly easy for her, but she ignored her brain when it came to more... recent, silly events. She was sticking with her excitement she had when she arrived at King's Cross for the first time, FINALLY going to Hogwarts. "Expecto Patronum!" she said loud and clear, but with some apprehension. A little wisp floated out of her wand, hovered for a moment, and then faded away. Disappointed, Evie stepped back, chewing the inside of her cheek. Time to give up? |
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Benzi blinked at Evie, unsure at first if she was taking the mickey or actually trying. "You're hilarious," he deadpanned instead, but there was a sparkle in his eye that hadn't been there before. Most probably because Patronuses were the single most depressing spells ever and the irony of it all was too much to bear. Curiously, he stepped back and watched Evie do the spell, unfazed at all when she got the wisps of smoke. Merlin knows he had been stuck there for ages. "Probably not a happy enough memory," he pointed out, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, my old teacher said to me that people who struggle with patronuses just need to practice. I've been," why did he get into this again? "struggling, I suppose, for years now, but I do believe that. We just... we gotta keep trying." And that was your daily ten seconds of stolen wisdom, as told by Benzi Rider. "Want to try again?" .... "Or grab something to eat?" |
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Oops? Heh. Evie gave him a sheepish grin, aware that her responses were not helpful. She had just been trying to ease the tension in the room. Wasn't it funny how the charm to spell away dark feelings and creatures required the happiest of memories? That's what made it so difficult. All she did was sigh. Clearly it wasn't a happy enough memory, she knew that. It was irritating that it wasn't good enough. SHE thought it was good enough, but magical science or whatever didn't. Rude. She knew that, though. She knew she just had to keep trying. But right now, she didn't want to. "Food," she replied instantly to his question. Evangeline would choose food over hard work any day. |
charms hw #2 After traveling a little further down the sixth floor, Zander found himself nearing the Spare Office. It brought back memories of last term, that's for sure. The first of which being the day he had spent in there with Puck. What was supposed to be a day filled with studying for exams had quickly turned into one of laughter and bonding. Then it also brought back the not-quite-as-fun memories of Gabe's impromptu Prefect meetings. And secret notebooks or whatever. Zander had basically shoved his at the back of his trunk never to be seen again. Oops? But when he walked into the Spare room this time, it wasn't for either one of those things. It was for something far worse: to continue his homework. Blegh. Homework ruined everything. Like the way it was going to ruin this perfectly faded rug, 'cause Zander had to color things and this looked like just the right one to do. "Colovaria!" he said pointing at the faded rug on the floor. RED. Think RED. Zander was quite pleased when-- HEY. Wait a minute. How come the entire rug didn't turn red? It was just a corner. Merlin. You'd think after the first attempt had gone so well... "Colovaria!" And there we go. Red wall. Red rug. He was on a roll. And also on his way out of this empty office because it was starting to give him the creeps. |
It's a good thing this office was rarely used. Not only were there webs on virtually every surface, there were also lots of spiders. Stay out if you know what's good for you. |
Thornton needed some private practice space and just could not summon the mental energy to deal with the Room of Requirement today. So to the spare office it was. The Ravenclaw had made this one of his spots early in his first year. It did have the unfortunate history of being the site of complete and utter randomness sometimes, like that time in first year when he wandered in to practice and found Professor Flamsteed hunting that fairy tale book. Today, though, he was hoping for quiet. The 14-year-old, cello strapped to his back, opened the door and was confronted with a tangle of webs and a horde of spiders. Nope. So much nope. |
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Learning was supposed to STOP when he got out of the classroom. That including learning of new locations. He was just about to leave the spidery venue when he spotted a familiar figure there with him. ".... Thornton?" With a cello? Er...... he could think of better practice spaces than THIS place, honest. |
Suddenly, a mass falls from the ceiling and dangles in front of both your faces, swinging back and forth lifelessly from a web. It is no arachnid, but the mangled form of a toad . |
Thornton was taking very slow, very careful steps backward so as not to disturb the webs or the spiders and to get out of there as quickly as possible. But upon hearing his name, he stopped short and turned his head. "Dima... shhhh," he said, raising a finger to his lips, as if sound would call down a shower of spiders on them both. He was about to take another step backward - a careful proposition with the instrument on his back - when something fell loose from the ceiling and the boy froze, squeezing his eyes shut, as if being unable to see the creepy crawlies would mean that they weren't descending up on him. But when he didn't feel anything on him, he opened an eye tentatively and peered at the swinging mass. That. was. disgusting. He swiveled his head, looking from Dima to the mangled pendulum and back to Dima. His stomach in knots, he had paled but had not moved. |
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Was it safe to talk now? "How come you're.... here?" Ew. "Wanna go practice somewhere else." |
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