26 Aug 2019, 23:44
I Summon
Practising the spell was the routine, which had to be maintained in order to be always ready for anything. Or that was simply a way to get it to the automation. To write it into the subconsciousness. Those, she was sure, were her first steps towards the non-verbal magic.The 15th of September, 2019
Afternoon
The Charms classroom, ready to accept practitioners, was well-lit and prepared. Was it that she picked the wrong time or something else, but the number of students was unexpectedly low. Probably, because they were still in the middle of digesting their meals.
Professor Vernatis kept that calm but strict aura around him. It appeared to her as both slight indifference and steady vigilance at the same time. She greeted the Professor and headed to a corner with heaps of books. With every step of hers, Meenauh summoned one book after another, clearly pronouncing the incantation and picking the colours of the book covers to lay the spell correctly. The wand was moving almost on automation. Every book she caught, was quickly dropped on the floor to free her other hand for the next one. After a while, she reached the corner, leaving a trace of books behind her. She repeated the process to summon all the dropped books back and carefully built a wall of books around the place she was standing. Smiling, she remembered herself studying the spell just several weeks ago.
"And what? She was just sent there before the start of the year? Before the Sorting Ceremony? But... the boats, the... That is horrid, indeed."The 26th of August, 2019
Manchester
Evening
Her mother couldn't believe that exactly with the same level of disagreement as Meenauh couldn't believe it herself. Catriona Staverly, a shy little girl, unsorted, sent by her parents to 'get to know people' before the start of the year. A dreadful event for a small little child in her 11 years.
Meenauh was standing in the middle of the living room in front of a wall, constructed carefully (and unbelievably quickly) by her mother. A few books were scattered around Meenauh, which represented the semi-failed efforts of the last several minutes.
Meenauh asked her mother, why couldn't she learn it with something lighter and softer? Like a sponge or a flower. Mother just calmly answered with the best possible logic — how often would I want to summon a sponge or a flower and how exactly useful that would be? No further question. But books were heavy and thus not reaching her hands, eager to catch them in the air. And she kept trying, sweating.
"You know, Mother, throughout the year I thought that you either learn the spell straightaway, or just fail it completely. But I never thought a spell can be learnt through putting continuous efforts. Like such a visible progress to a spell," she said pointing at how books were lying as waypoints, closer and closer to her.
"I believe you need a hint. Don't think of it as of levitation. It's not a boring Leviosa. Think of it as of teleportation, but with the path of the object still visible to an eye. Oh, think of how light travels," her mother kept hinting after twenty minutes of practising, sitting comfortably on a chair behind the wall of books, "What's happened to you? Since when you blindly try to punch the wall instead of looking for paths around it? I guess the whole Gryffindor thing didn't serve you well."
The effect was instant. What could heat her up more than her mother doubting her intelligence and rationalism? She raised her wand fiercely, draw the ideal arch in the air for the twenty sixth time and shouted on the top of her lungs with some unrecognised annoyance:
"Accio chair!!!"
The chair, on which her mother was resting, flew up into the air, threw her mother in a somersault on to the floor and headed straight into Meenauh with the speed that one could only catch it with a corner of their eyes. A loud smash of breaking wood, or maybe bones, filled in the room as Meenauh was dragged a metre away from the place she was standing before. With both of them on the floor and with a sharp pain in her knee, Meenauh started to laugh hysterically, as well as her mother from the other side of the living room.
"Silly you! Pardon me, but since when have you become a hot-headed disaster?" said her mother without getting up from the floor, not that hysterically, but still laughing.
A realisation, so long after, came to Meenauh:
"You did that on purpose, didn't you? But how did you know that would work, if you considered me a rational individual? Accio Magical Drafts and Potions!" she said out loud with another arch in the air, with the other hand up and without waiting for her mother's response. The book was on the bottom of the wall and she travelled like a lightning right into Meenauh's expecting hand. The wall fell down, which meant the triumphal finish of her practice.
"Mother, could you please come to me already. I guess I broke a knee," she said after the initial shock wore off and the pain completely revealed itself.
Reducio
Word Count: 867
Meenauh Silmataurea | STA: 9 | EVA: 10 | STR: 2 | WIS: 25 | ARC: 14 | ACC: 13
4 Oct 2019, 02:29
I Summon
Artemis watched as various students practiced the summoning charm on different objects around the classroom. He had to admit, he honestly thought that the students would pick up this charm a lot faster than other charms, simply because it's more focus than anything when summoning something. However, it seemed everyone was having a bit of an issue with their spells and the Professor had to move over and guide a few of the same students constantly.
It was like running into a brick wall with some of them. But one particular student seemed to get a grasp of Accio faster than others.
"Miss Silmataurea," he would call across the room, making the other students pause in their practices and look toward the second year Gryffindor. "You seem to have a better grasp on the Summoning Charm. Would you mind demonstrating the spell for the others? I will write a note to your Head of House to let her know that your spell work is one of the best in your year."
Artemis watched the students continue practicing, noticing how some focused on the Gryffindor who was excelling at the spell, summoning book after book after book. Artemis nodded with a look of praise at the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well done, Miss Silmataurea. You may head back to your common room or you can stay longer and continue to practice, but I see that you have mastered this spell well," he said with a knowing smirk before reaching into his pocket to pull out a piece of chocolate and pop it into his mouth as he walked across the room to another student.
It was like running into a brick wall with some of them. But one particular student seemed to get a grasp of Accio faster than others.
"Miss Silmataurea," he would call across the room, making the other students pause in their practices and look toward the second year Gryffindor. "You seem to have a better grasp on the Summoning Charm. Would you mind demonstrating the spell for the others? I will write a note to your Head of House to let her know that your spell work is one of the best in your year."
Artemis watched the students continue practicing, noticing how some focused on the Gryffindor who was excelling at the spell, summoning book after book after book. Artemis nodded with a look of praise at the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Well done, Miss Silmataurea. You may head back to your common room or you can stay longer and continue to practice, but I see that you have mastered this spell well," he said with a knowing smirk before reaching into his pocket to pull out a piece of chocolate and pop it into his mouth as he walked across the room to another student.
@Meenauh Silmataurea You have proof to add Accio to your trunk if you haven't done so already.
Artemis Vernatis
Professor of Charms