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You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

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{ PV to Reid Kovacs }
Hjørdis walked down the corridors with a few rather large alchemy books in her arms. They were ones that she borrowed from the library. It was oddly packed today. Perhaps students had been given a lot of homework recently or were simply incredibly studious and preparing for exams. Whatever the reason was, the library was far too packed for her liking. The head of house preferred to work in silence and so, the library was often quite nice. Well, actually, given the choice, she preferred silence in most situations. People were annoying. Their voices and uselessness were equally annoying.

However, when there were so many people in the library, you could hear them whispering to each other. Occasionally, students started chattering loudly, only to be 'shushed' by the librarian or other students. The 'shushing' was even more annoying than their voices, to be honest. It drew attention to the fact that they were talking and breaking rules. Hjørdis hated that even more than the whispering in the first place.

The silver-haired female made her way into the empty classroom on the floor above the library. It was a place that students could come to study or practice their magic, without being forced into silence. She entered the classroom, poking her head in first. Only one student occupied the room, which was a relief to her. Hjørdis paid little attention to him and moved to the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom. The student appeared to working on something too, hopefully, he would not be a nuisance to her as he looked busy in his own studies. She sat down on the chair, dropping down the books in her arms.

There were at least four hefty textbooks there and an ornately designed book full of parchment but with no name or title on it. The latter was her own set of alchemy notes. It was something she had been adding to since she was studying alchemy back in Uagadou. Years of her own notes and additions. Perhaps this book was one of her most prized possessions, to be honest. Hjørdis pulled out a bottle of ink and a quill, placing them both onto the table as she opened up her notebook to the page she had been working on. She then picked up the first textbook and started to flip through it, looking for the appropriate chapter.

Even after school, she had a lot to learn. Hjørdis believed that learning never really ended. Especially not when it came to potions and alchemy. There was always more to know and more to uncover. She could make her potions more effective, for example, or invent new ones. 

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

IN front of the boy sat three textbooks, all of which he never have fully read. Reid Kovacs did not possess the attention of a god, it was more akin to a teaspoon. But what he did try to accomplish was at least skim and look for the information he needed. He had chosen this classroom to practice, it was always the same place he has gone to time and time again. Since the beginning of his second year, it's been victim to the countless spells he's failed on his own. The desk he's occupied has had a couple of chips in it, none of which he properly always repaired. 

THERE were times where he almost blamed his wand, thinking it was broken or perhaps faulty. Despite the setbacks and the frustration, Reid possessed a head thick enough not to give up. Persistence kept his paper-thin pride intact, held together by the belief that he would someday be as good as he wanted to be. Maybe if he did it long enough, he would be better than his peers. But Reid could only do, not dream. So here he sat, surrounded by three textbooks that he sometimes could barely comprehend and a chestnut wand. The grip of the wand was held by his hand, against a blistered hand from holding his wand so many times. 

TO alleviate the annoyance that his grip has caused him, he wrapped parts of his fingers where the wand would meet his skin. Weary as he was, he lazily waved his wand to practice even while another person entered the classroom. For a while, Reid never moved, staring at his book almost obsessively as he read and committed the movement to memory. Now if he could do it without using his notes as a crutch. The tip of the wand was pointed towards the book as he was trying to trace the movement of the wand. His muscle memory was better than his actual memory after all. 

THERE was an abstruse mumbling coming from the Hufflepuff as he tugged at his black and yellow tie. He got a little louder as he continued his odd chanting, which was suddenly replaced by a loud scream. Reid was leaning in, his eyes on the page as he simultaneously moved his wand to get a hang of the spell. But he didn't realize that he would actually end up casting the spell, a rather unsuccessful spell. Sparks flew from the end of his wand and his book caught fire immediately in an almost tiny explosion, almost singeing his brows in the process. As a result, the boy had yelped like a startled dog, throwing himself backwards and off his bench. 

THE boy's head slammed into the desk behind him, his lower half still on the bench as he scrambled to get up. Furiously, Reid rubbed his face and peeked through his fingers to see his now gloriously made bonfire warming up his nice wooden desk. "Oh my -" In a state of panic, a near flashback of trauma from the camping trip, Reid underhandedly threw the book as far as he could. It landed in front of the teacher's desk, which to his horror was occupied none other than the Head of House of Slytherin. While he was generally afraid of Slytherin students, he was mortified by Jensen to the highest degree. 

REID had nearly passed out, his blood pressure had shot to the room and he had made a bolt for the burning book. Without much hesitation, he jumped on the book like a child on a bed. His dirty dress shoes madly stamped at the fire that was still burning till it was nothing else but smoldering remains of loose binding and ashen pages. Reid stared at the book, wide-eyed as he realized what he had done to his Charms textbook. He also did not want to move because he had done that all in front of Jensen, who frankly was not that far from him. Merlin's Beard, he was dead, this was it, he should have said goodbye to his friends when he had the chance.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

Hjørdis was enjoying the peace and quiet that existed in the room. Only one other was there, a student that could not have been older than thirteen. He was busy studying, from the looks of it, which she appreciated. She always liked it when students took their work seriously. It was important. At least, that was until a scream caught her attention. Her widened eyes shot up, landing on the hufflepuff boy in front of her just in time to see sparks flying out of his wand. The book that he was reading caught on fire. Like a panicked child, he threw himself away from the book.

The Head of House waited for a moment to see what the student would do. If he was capable enough, he could cast a spell that he ought to know that would stop the fire. But sadly, he was too busy freaking out, it seemed. The Slytherin almost sighed out loud before she raised her hand to remove the fire. However, before she could even extinguish it, the boy continued to act. He continued to panic. And out of panic, he shoved the book so hard that it flew towards her. The textbook landed in front of her desk. It was quickly followed by the young boy, flying forward and jumping onto it. 

Her eyes narrowing onto the face in front of her as she slowly stood up. The Professor pushed her chair back and walked around the desk until she was standing in front of the boy, standing on top of a singed textbook, "Care to explain what that was?" She asked the boy, wondering what in Merlin's name could be come up. From where she stood, he just threw a burning book at her and then freaked out about it. Her tone of voice was serious and low as she snarled at him, clearly unimpressed by his actions and the whole situation really.

"Mister...?" She questioned, waiting for him to fill his name in. Whatever his name was, he was clearly not off to a good start.

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

"Kovacs! Erm, Professor Jensen..." His voice almost splintered into pieces as his eyes met with her steely eyed gaze. The student quickly stood to his feet, he didn't want to grovel like some spineless worm. His actions betrayed him though, he was rather intimidated by the woman as he would be with anyone of high authority. His hand gently squeezed the other in a sort of punishment to get his act together before he landed himself in even further trouble with the woman. 

A sharp inhale came from the boy as his jaw clenched tighter than a bear trap, his confidence stacked on a very short but sturdy pillar. "I was trying to cast a spell and it didn't work, my book caught fire and -" His jaw clenched as he struggled to admit that his fault and clumsiness was partially a result of a deep rooted fear he developed in one night. Weakness, he could already tell by the way the woman was speaking to him that she had a very low opinion of him. 

It did nothing but dent his confidence multiple times as he thought about the fact that he lost the respect of a professor who he should work to gain rather than lose it from. So he never stressed to tell her about the details of why he acted the way he was. Instead, he admitted to it. "It won't happen again, sorry Professor." Steadier, his voice was much steadier and sure of itself. The squeak in it was gone and the panic on his face was washed over by a calmness he couldn't describe. Self-assurance? Yes. But the statement almost came out like a challenge. It was like being faced by a mountain lion. 

He could turn tail and run or he could show it that he wasn't afraid of them. He had to be brave, if he wasn't he was going to get eaten alive and leave the classroom in a dreaded mood. He'd work himself over it for weeks and obsess over her words, but if he put up a fight, he could at least give himself that credit. The Hufflepuff house's animal was a badger, they had thick hides and as such, he should too. 

But part of him began to fill with dread, the dread of being reprimanded and ripped into regardless of how much grit you showed. Because at the end of the day, he did what he did and looked like an absolute fool in front of someone who shouldn't be messed with.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

Hjørdis stood straight in front of the boy who introduced himself as 'Kovacs'. A Hufflepuff based on the colour of his robes. The Professor looked down at the boy, her height giving her a good advantage to do so. She was relatively tall but by no means, was she the tallest person in the castle. However, compared to most of the children that had yet to hit puberty, she seemed to tower over them. The Professor looked down at this boy who claimed to be studying. Her eyebrow rose slightly. It was the only noticeable movement on her expression. What spell were you attempting to cast, Mister Kovacs? Hjørdis asked him, wondering how he managed to cause the book to light on fire. There was a moment's pause before she opened her mouth again, a small smirk playing on her lips, Incendio? She continued, her voice suddenly turning sarcastic as she did so.

Although she had not been paying attention to his exact hand movements, she knew it was not incendio. The mere fact that the boy did not expect the fire and claimed that it had failed was a dead giveaway. She would have hung him out of the window by his ankles had he actually been trying to cast such spells indoors.

Kovacs apologised for his actions. "Oh?" She asked him as he claimed that it would not happen again. She did not believe him. He clearly did not know how to cast the spell in the first place. There was no doubt that it would happen again if he did not learn it properly. Hjørdis said nothing as she started folding the sleeves of her shirt. Very slowly, she started to fold it neatly. Her long sleeve shirt was folded to her elbow. She did the left one first. Then the right. Each fold was very carefully done, till it was perfectly straight. It was clear that she paid a lot of attention to her appearance. This was not the first time she was folding her shirt. Yet, despite her experience, her movements were slow. Almost as though it was done intentionally slowly.

She left him to stew in the silence as she moved. It really did take several minutes, where she just ignored him and quietly folded her sleeves. After she had completed it, she glanced back at the boy with a blank expression on her face, "Oh but it will." She simply stated, as though it was a fact, "Turn. Cast it again." She instructed, motioning with one finger that he ought to turn around and aim towards the side of the room. Hjørdis did not want him to cast it in her face.

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

"Yes, professor." His voice strained against his will. She reminded him of an animal on the attack, of course, he was encroaching on her territory and set a book on fire. He tried not to get defiant, knowing full well it would just leave him in the detention room. He could be using his time better rather than being in the detention hall. But what else could he expect from the Slytherin Head of House? To put it plainly, he was a little petrified of the woman. 

Her voice dripped with a sarcasm that was hard to ignore and he felt rather patronized by her all the same. Reid's response was nominal, a firm nod of his head indicated that he would comply with her order as much as he didn't want to. His hand held the wand in his hand, a sturdy chestnut wood with the core of a phoenix. What caused it to set his book on fire was a mystery. Unbeknownst to him, his wand core had a penchant for defiance and an allegiance hard-won. 

Maybe it was his inability to properly handle the wand that has caused him some grief. In the campout, it didn't want to listen to him either. Half the work was he wand, the other half was him and perhaps he just wasn't there. But what he also didn't admit to her was he had been trying to learn a spell that he wasn't even taught yet, one that he thought would be relatively easy and safe. Nowhere in his curriculum was the charm 'lumos maxima' taught to him yet. The lump in his throat was forced down as he steadied his hand, he remembered the steps, but he was rather bad with his spellcasting when he wasn't taught by someone. 

"Lumos maxima." He flicked his wand and flicked it again, though his movements were extreme. Reid lacked a grace, he held his wand in a vice grip and his movement resembled more of a boxer than an actual wizard. The tip of his wand shot out some sparks, an unwilling and unwanted reaction from it. What he didn't realize was that even if he was allowed to practice this spell, he was doing it totally wrong. 

Reid didn't pick up the fact that he had to speak 'lumos' first, flick, and then speak 'maxima' while he pulled back to flick again. Reid didn't stop, but instead drew his wand back again and spoke, "Lumos maxima." His voice was a lot more firm and daunting, but still, his wand's trademark 'personality' did nothing more than shoot another sad spark. One last time, the young wizard let out a harsh exhale in the aftermath of his second failure. He drew his wand back and inhaled ...

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

Hjørdis could honestly not mentally facepalm enough at the sight in front of her. She had spent years of her life masking her emotions, hiding them behind a blank expression. Whilst she was starting to open up and be more expressive once more, she still defaulted to her mask. And yet, she really had to fight the urge to smack herself in the face with her palm. The only thing that prevented such an action was her own ego. She prided herself on being beautiful. Her appearance was everything to her, after all.

Her silence was perhaps more terrifying than her words. It was almost a deafening silence that emanated from the professor. Hjørdis stood up straight, posed and ready. She was more worried that the boy would accidentally end up blowing a hole in the wall than anything else. She watched him, carefully. Her eyes falling onto his wand. Whilst she always thought it was interesting how wands were so different, so unique to the caster, she never really studied enough to know much about them. Wands were, after all, an European invention.

She quirked an eyebrow as she heard his words. Lumos Maxima. He did not look old enough to be learning such a spell. It was the more advanced version of Lumos, of course. Hjørdis could not recall the exact age that the spell was taught - mostly because she had not specifically studied each syllabus. However, it was likely around fourth year. This would make the boy around fourteen to fifteen. He did not look old enough to have hit puberty.

Perhaps he was just younger than he looked, however. That thought quickly diminished when she watched him cast the spell. Correction, when she watched him attempt to cast the spell wrongly. Hjørdis almost facepalmed right then and there. His grip was firm. He looked like he was trying to punch the magic out of him. She stood there, almost flabbergasted as how poorly his attempts were going. They were so wrong. How could they be done so incorrectly?

If Hjørdis was an expressive women, Reid would have seen how flabbergasted she felt at how... bad he was. She watched the sparks emanate from the end of his wand as he managed to miscast the spell once again. For perhaps the third time, he lifted his wand to cast. Hjørdis immediately raised her hand, "Ahh. Let's stop there for a moment." She tried to catch his attention, gently attempting to signal that he lowered his wand before she was forced to flood the room. Continuing this would only lead to further humiliation and a fire.

"Mister Kovacs... What year are you in?" She asked him directly, trying to figure out if he was actually taught the spell or not. He was either trying to teach him something well above own year grade or, and this was definitely worse, he was simply a moron who paid no attention in class.

Hjørdis paused for a moment, before continuing, "The casting of that spell was... interesting, to say the least, albeit slightly off. " That was an understatement. It was an utter failure and they both knew that. But it was less to do with him as a wizard and more to do with the casting itself being incorrect. The wand movement and incantation were both incredibly important parts of the spell. Each step needed to be done properly for the spell to succeed.

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

With her command given, the young wizard's hand stopped and he slowly lowered it. Here it was, the crowning jewel of what he would be told, which was probably nothing short of 'you're terrible'. Reid saved his pride as best as he could and listened to Nora rather closely, tilting his head slightly as she prodded him further for more information. Year. Well, he could certainly lie. 

But that was not really who he was and he really saw no reason to lie, it might just save his skin if he opted to be more honest. But then again, he knew he could easily be scorned for trying something he wasn't taught in his year. With the second that passed, he shot his chances like a gambler at a craps table and replied. "Second year, Professor. I'm a second year." He didn't hold much shame in his voice, it wasn't easy to read, but there was a tinge of guilt in it that was clearly suppressed. 

Reid felt his hands grow sweaty and his body almost tense up at their exchange, but he was a lot less tense than before, a lot less once she seemed like she was opening a conversation with him. His steps took him to face Nora, picking up on various levels of what she might be possibly thinking of right now. It didn't take a genius to figure out her disappointment, but he threw himself over it as much as he could to try and find a middle ground with her. 

But at the same time, he was expecting to be sent off at any moment. "I'm not sure what I did wrong -" Reid sharply inhaled. "Well, I do, but I just can't really get it right." He was probably not going to learn lumos maxima today, not until he was properly taught in a classroom setting. But he was trying and it was better than being of no use to his peers. 

Before he was to be answered, he commented rather abruptly, his eyes on the wand that was played between his two hands. "I have trouble casting sometimes, well often, but that's sort of why I'm practicing, professor. Can't tell if it's me or my wand." Reid admitted.

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

A quirk of her eyebrow was the only sign of any expression on her face, despite her utter disbelief in the boy and the desire to seriously smack her face at how badly he was doing it. Second year, he said. A second year. Now Hjørdis did not teach charms but she was pretty sure that this spell was likely a third or fourth year one. It certainly was not a second year one. She nodded in response, "I assume you can successfully cast a basic lumos?" She asked him, just double checking that he had not completely failed in his first year.

Hjørdis was about to continue talking when the boy turned to face her. She waited quietly for him to speak. The Professor paused for a moment and pondered at his words. "And what do you think you're doing wrong?" She asked him rather bluntly, wanting to know if he actually knew what he did wrong or not. Nodding, she leaned back onto a nearby table, almost sitting on it. Raising one hand, "May I?" She asked holding her palm out to observe the wand. If he handed over the wand, she would examine it for a few moments. It was a little longer than her own in length and made from a different wood it would seem. If she had to guess, likely chestnut but she could not be sure.

"Do you have trouble casting simple spells too or just specific ones?" Hjørdis continued, wondering if he meant he was trying spells he had not learned yet and therefore was struggling more or if this applied to even the most basic of first year spells that he ought to be well versed in. Then again, she remembered spending a lot of time practicing in her first year, which is how she managed to pick it up a little faster than he might have done.

Her curiosity led her to believe the issue might be with the core. Perhaps it was one of the harder ones to tame or the combination of the wood with the core made this wand a particularly difficult. Well, it was either that or the boy was just an idiot. At this point, it could really be either. "Do you know the core type or have you spoken to a wandmaker about it?" Hjørdis asked him, wondering what sort of core he had.

She was not particularly versed in wands, though she could probably offer him some basic advice or information that she had gathered out of simple curiosity. Reading a lot helped, after all and magic was a subject that she was always intrigued by having grown up as a muggle. Wands were a particular focus when she moved to Europe and found that everyone relied heavily on them - something which was not that popular in Africa, where she grew up. She had dedicated a bit of time to, at the very least, covering some basic information about wands and how they differ - especially after she went and got herself one. 

You're doing it wrong, Kovacs.  PV Reid 

"A phoenix core with chestnut wood." he firmly stated. Why did he know that so fast? He knew it because of how excited he was to first get his wand, old man Ollivander explained to him his core. It was a phoenix feather, chestnut wood. He asked the man what it meant and what it would be like. Of course, he got many different answers  and his mother was rather proud of his core. 

A phoenix feather meant a lot of things to him and in general, he was told that it had the 'greatest power range and whose allegiance is hard won'. Reid couldn't believe he'd want the loyalty of an object that he thought was nothing more than an object. But he took Ollivander's word for it and felt like he could be a great wizard with this wand. Though he lost sight of things, does the wand make a wizard or does a wizard make a wand? 

Right now, it felt like he was falling short - that he was letting down not only his peers but this core that had sounded like it had expectations of him. Now it wasn't listening to him or was it? He didn't know, he just tried to follow Professor Jensen's lead. "I dunno if I'm doing anything wrong, I wasn't taught this spell to be honest with you Professor."

He found some footing in his voice, seemingly always on the precipice of falling over into himself. Collapsing on one's self, it was something he's experienced before, he didn't know how to explain the feeling. But it went something like, being told wrong and even the mere hint of being wrong was like being told he should stop whatever he was doing. 

Luckily, he had grown a spine over his two years at Hogwarts and took after what his mum told him about 'taking everything with a grain of salt'. "My pronunciation is right, I'm sure of it. But I dunno about my wand movements, but maybe it's still my wand ..."

sic parvis magna.
> STA. 6, EV. 8, STR. 14, WIS. 6, AP. 4, ACC. 7
> ABL: OS, TMC