Charmed to meet you.... (Nixa)
Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2025 8:41 am
It was a rather chilly afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although there were a few students roaming the grounds, most of them could be found somewhere inside the castle. The common rooms, with their blazing fires, were extremely popular. The library was a little busier than usual, as were the large tables in the Great Hall.
It is for all of these reasons, that one student in particular had been forced to find an empty classroom to appropriate. Anyone who walked down the hall would immediately notice the repetitive flash of light, accompanied sometimes by muttering, sometimes by a loud thump or crash usually followed by whispered curses, and occasionally by a gently whoop of joy.
Devereaux Gordon was the student in question. Having first attempted reviewing his notes in the library, the quiet muttering and murmuring of all of the extra students had eventually driven him out. With resignation, he had decided that today was the day he would attempt to brush up on his charms and transfiguration spells. Since his fourth year had started, the increased complexity of the magic being taught had caused him to fall behind in a few areas, charms being the main one.
For this reason, Devereaux could be found standing in the middle of the empty classroom with an assortment of items spread out in a wide circle around him. There were some textbooks, a few rocks ranging from pebble to softball size, a feather, and even his broom.
There was a chalk board on the wall that had a list of spells written on it, a few of which had been crossed out.
Accio
Dupulso
Wingardium Leviosa
Switcheroonius
Disillusionment
Having already practiced and crossed off the first three spells, Devereaux was currently practicing the switching spell. There was a parchment and quill on the floor at his feet. Every time he flicked his wand through the motion, something that resembled writing an ‘X’ without picking up your quill, he would watch the results and occasionally make a note.
Devereaux took a deep breath and held his wand out in front of him. “Maybe a few more tries.” He muttered, then he flicked his want through the motion and said the incantation.
The book and rock that he had been planning on switching both seemed to shake and their image distorted for a moment, but then they settled, still in the same spot as before. “Ughhh” He groaned and sat down abruptly. “What is freaking wrong with me.” He muttered, then stiffened as he thought he heard footsteps.
It is for all of these reasons, that one student in particular had been forced to find an empty classroom to appropriate. Anyone who walked down the hall would immediately notice the repetitive flash of light, accompanied sometimes by muttering, sometimes by a loud thump or crash usually followed by whispered curses, and occasionally by a gently whoop of joy.
Devereaux Gordon was the student in question. Having first attempted reviewing his notes in the library, the quiet muttering and murmuring of all of the extra students had eventually driven him out. With resignation, he had decided that today was the day he would attempt to brush up on his charms and transfiguration spells. Since his fourth year had started, the increased complexity of the magic being taught had caused him to fall behind in a few areas, charms being the main one.
For this reason, Devereaux could be found standing in the middle of the empty classroom with an assortment of items spread out in a wide circle around him. There were some textbooks, a few rocks ranging from pebble to softball size, a feather, and even his broom.
There was a chalk board on the wall that had a list of spells written on it, a few of which had been crossed out.
Switcheroonius
Disillusionment
Having already practiced and crossed off the first three spells, Devereaux was currently practicing the switching spell. There was a parchment and quill on the floor at his feet. Every time he flicked his wand through the motion, something that resembled writing an ‘X’ without picking up your quill, he would watch the results and occasionally make a note.
Devereaux took a deep breath and held his wand out in front of him. “Maybe a few more tries.” He muttered, then he flicked his want through the motion and said the incantation.
The book and rock that he had been planning on switching both seemed to shake and their image distorted for a moment, but then they settled, still in the same spot as before. “Ughhh” He groaned and sat down abruptly. “What is freaking wrong with me.” He muttered, then stiffened as he thought he heard footsteps.