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| Horacio DuMaine | Oct 4 2009, 04:12:05 AM Post #41 |
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Horacio merely stared at the incoming golden ball 'hurled' towards him by Flavia, watching as it just hovered closer, before dissolving with a pop. What was that supposed to be. As it did dissolve, his line of vision was cleared...and he made perfectly sure that Flavia could see him openly laughing at her. What a nimrod... Returning from the table he'd been standing at, to his desk, he sat himself down, deciding to work on the essay, now that he had some idea on the subject in the first place. It was all very well to theorize and assume, but given he had known next to absolutely nothing on the subject to begin with... Then again, that could possibly be Horacio's close mindedness. Being so heavily disciplined by his grandad, definitely seemed to have had that negative effect. Which, only served to annoy Horacio further. Pure magickal energy. Such an energy is that which has not yet truly been manipulated to wizarding kind nor, no doubt, shall it ever. Pure magickal energy is the energy of the Earth itself, far more powerful than the feeble energy that we as wizarding kind, manipulate. It is my guess that in the process of manipulating magick, we severely weaken it's state, such that when it's finally able for us to use, it is nothing but a shadow of what magick truly is. Pure magickal is so powerful, in fact, that even the Muggles seem to be aware of it, at least to some certain form and state. It is told that 'ancient' Muggle civilizations had a way of tracing the Earth's power to where it was most abundant, and built areas of importance directly upon these areas. It is also said that it was with these circles of power that even the Muggles would attempt to manipulate and cast magicks of their own. To utter failure, of course. Their 'magick' consisted of nothing but mere illusions, tricks, and guesswork. There do, however, appear to be other entities which seem to be able to manipulate the raw magick that surround us. It is certain that the magicks house elves use, for starters, is nothing like the kind we use with wands. This leads me to wonder if there is some hidden way of manipulating the raw magicks around us, that has simply not been conceived yet.....it is known that house elf magick is not bound to the restrictions our magick is, for instance, being able to apparate in a non-apparating zone. Simply once again going to show exactly how inconceivably powerful raw magicks are in comparison. No restrictions, no boundaries, no limits. More examples include that of an untrained child. The accidental magicks that they cast, powered by emotion, can also be far more powerful than any scripted spell, depending on circumstance. Such sudden bursts of raw magick have been known to severely handicap a person in several occasions, once again lending to the notion that it is simply far more powerful, and less understandable, than our own. These pure magickal energies are no doubt all around us on a daily basis, and avaliable for the manipulating, if only people knew how to do it. It takes the most powerful of wizards in our day to even twist these energies into creating new spells, but by doing so, the power of the magick appears to become severely weakened through the manipulation. If wizarding kind were to discover a way to unleash this power rawly, without the inhibitions of wand manipulation, I believe this is key to where real power lies. Just then, the burst of sudden music caused Horacio to look up, interrupting his line of thought. Scowling, he looked down at his paper once more, before deciding that perhaps he had written enough. Scooping up the paper, he placed it upon the professor's desk, before turning back to the tables. Obviously...he had missed something in his initial attempt.. |
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| Flavia Petrovska | Oct 4 2009, 04:46:54 AM Post #42 |
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Flavia slid back into her seat, chewing the ink-less end of her quill. She leaned towards Edward's direction, trying in vain to see what he had written-his handwriting was minuscule. Sierra, Nikolai and Lucy were all still creating orbs of magic, so Flavia decided Horacio, the only other Slytherin who had begun writing his essay, would be a good person to copy from. She slipped into Nikolai's seat, right behind Horacio, and tried to look over his shoulder without him noticing. This was very difficult as he was at least two inches taller than her and his hair was blocking her line of sight, but still she could make out some of the words. "Muggle...Earth...inconcievably...inhibitions..." How does he know so much about Muggles anyway? Shrugging, Flavia started to write. I would think that pure magickal energy is a kind of energy that wizards do not have control over, like some kind of raw material for a spell that needs to be 'shaped' by the correct incantation. Pure magic is sometimes used, however, unknowingly by untrained wizards or children who have yet to learn how to harness the magical energy in a useful way. Pure magickal energy is, in my opinion, the most powerful form of magic because even us wizards hace not found a way to control it. There is, however, an unlimited amount of this pure magickal energy in our world. Sometimes house-elves use it, in a way that we wizards cannot. This is, in a way, proof that some groups of creatures, at least, have learned or come up with a way to use this energy. Pure magickal energy gives us a mostly undiscovered field of magic which is largely unpredictable. Another example would be the Elementium, a kind of magic which enables certain people to use a certain kind of magic in a way that they cannot control when untrained. This pure magic is, in a way, very important in our lives as it is what enables all kinds of magic to take place. I believe it to be floating around us, to be used when we cast a spell, or when we do certain movements like Apparition. It is used by knowledgable wizards to create spells. This is again proof that if you have the proper training this pure magickal energy can in fact be used to your advantage. Perhaps this is a kind of mouldable energy that is essentially the key to greatness. It is all in my guessing, of course, but maybe there is a kind of yet undiscovered secret that will enable us to bend this magic at our will and control everything. Is this field the true secret to success? She thought it was a pretty good essay, and it filled up all of the page, like Professor Tortal had stated, and it did explore some interesting parts of pure magickal energy (even though a lot of the points were copied unscrupulously from Horacio when Professor Tortal was looking in the other direction). She watched as Horacio left his essay on Professor Tortal's table, and decided to do the same, leaving her neatly written essay on the polished wood, burying it below Ian and Horacio's. The rest were still writing their essays. She slipped back into her seat, next to Edward, and watched him write. OOC: Is this too long? XD Edited by Flavia Petrovska, Oct 4 2009, 05:42:02 AM.
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Oct 4 2009, 08:07:57 AM Post #43 |
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Mitchell had been sitting alone on a chair toward the middle of the classroom when the lesson started. Upon his first glance at the board, Mitchell's face had fallen. So the lesson had sounded quite a boring one with lots of writing. Mitch had pulled some parchment and a quill out of his bag, and written a few sentences on the page. He stared down at his handwriting, the words making no real sense to him. In fact, Mitchell didn't feel like he knew a lot about these pure magical energies or whatnot, although he'd gathered that they probably weren't spells as such, but something different. He placed his quill back down on the table and looked up at Tortal with a frustrated expression. For the sake of his learning, Mitchell listened to what the teacher said next with a vague interest, although his eyes seemed to perk up as Tortal continued in his speech. Once the lesson started to get a little more active, Mitchell felt a little better. Perhaps he'd have a bigger idea of what to write on his piece of parchment once he'd gained some experience. Mitchell still stayed in his seat for a little while, watching what the other students were doing to get a feel of how to achieve what was supposed to be achieved. He soon tired of just sitting in the chair, whilst the other members of the class seemed to be doing pretty well. They made this pure magical energy stuff seem pretty easy. Especially that Edward kid, who'd just blasted a song on the music player, much to Mitchell's surprise. Mitch slowly rose from his seat, and made his way over to the side of the classroom. His eyes gazed upon the items strewn across the table, nothing seemed to be standing out to him though. He reached out his hand and picked up a dusty, leather-bound book. Mitchell opened it and flipped through the pages, some were torn out and on others, the writing was so smudged it was barely readable. Mitchell stood holding the book for a few moments, before putting it back on the table. He didn't know how to sense this magic, but Mitchell was guessing that there would be some sort of gut-feeling to it. Maybe he would just know if an item held pure magical energy... or if it didn't. And going by that, the book didn't give him any sort of indication either way, so Mitch had guessed that nothing was present within the item he had first selected. With a feeling of slight annoyance, Mitchell put his hands down on the table, so he was leaning against it. His eyes stared down at the clutter in front of him again, but Mitchell still didn't feel anything ‘calling to him'. His right hand picked up a saucer, only to put it down again almost straight away. He was pretty sure that nothing was present in it, and didn't see a point in trying if he had a negative view on the item. Beneath the palm on his left hand was something smooth and circular pressing against Mitchell's skin. He stood up straight, and found what seemed to be a large button lying on the table. It had been hidden under various other items, so Mitchell hadn't seen it originally. He picked it up, noting the fairly dark colour that was a mix between brown and grey. Mitchell didn't know what it was about the button, but he felt like he should give it a shot. After all, he had to try and draw out this magic with some item, so it might aswell be one which he had genuinely chosen rather than done so for the sake of it. Wandering over to one of the contraptions, Mitchell placed his wand in the place where he guessed it should be put, after having watched what other students had done for some time. Mitchell placed the item down on a small space in front of him, pressing his forefinger onto the button. He stared down at it with a small smile present on his lips. True, he wasn't really sure what he was meant to be doing, but Mitchell guessed that some concentration would be needed. He focused on the item, and gritted his teeth in determination. After some time of trying, but nothing achieved, Mitchell closed his eyes momentarily. Perhaps it was the increased concentration or effort that he had put in without pause, but finally Mitchell felt something gathering around his hand. His eyes flickered open again, and Mitchell stared down at the small grains of what looked like heavy dust slowly floating up toward his palm. He flipped his hand over and scooped up what was becoming a small ball of light blue stuff . It was around the size of a large pea, and was only in Mitchell's hand for around a minute, but Mitch felt glad that he'd managed to 'pull' this stuff out of the button. With a satisfied smile on his face, Mitchell walked back over to his desk and sat for a small time, thinking of what he could add to his parchment after what he'd just done. He slowly picked up his quill, and began to write again, this time, with a little more confidence. At a first thought, I would presume that pure magical energy is not a spell as such, but something completely different. It could be said that pure magic is simply magic in its first form - raw and unchanged. Kind of like an unharnessed energy that exists around us. I would think that it is a malleable substance, something that once a person learns the concept of, and really understands, they could start to shape it - start to use the energy to make it something different (or just use the power for whatever). So I think that it could be said that it was once the base for our spells we use now. After some consideration, I'm starting to think that there are perhaps different forms of pure magic, although only a few seem to be relevant, and even then I'm not really that sure. I would probably name a first as the elementium and then the unintentional acts of magic that young children seem to make. Perhaps there are some others, but I won't go into detail as I really don't know. At a push, I could suggest that perhaps muggles can (or have in the past) been able to do a little with pure magic - but that would be ridiculous. In the times that we live today, pure magic is probably unpredictable as we do not fully understand it, nor know how to properly use it. But I gather that if someone did, then they would have an endless source of power at their disposal. Problem being, that although a huge amount exists around us, I wouldn't think that enough is in one particular area (see, I do listen in class...). There could be a massive amount of this pure magic around the world, but a tiny grain of it in a single place. Perhaps, way back, this was not the case? Maybe at some point, the pure magic started out mainly together, but gradually spread as the years progressed and time moved on? Taking that into account, is it then possible to be trained to use this pure magic? The closest example I could probably give is the elementium users. If someone can learn to control an element, then why not pure magic? I would guess that learning how to use pure magic is a very complex process (although, I don't like to think that anything is easy to begin with... maybe it's just me). Except, once you know what to do, it would probably be very easy to use and offer the person great success. For now I will presume that the first few stepping-stones of learning would be extremely difficult to the average mind. With the magic that we can use now anyway, why bother? If people are contented in what they already have, then they are not going to seek extra power… except, perhaps, some. I think that perhaps there are many different forms of pure magic, but most have been changed in some way. As I said before, the form that first springs to mind would probably be elementium, and even then, it is not possible for everyone to use. That brings me back to what I consider to be another form of pure magic - the unintentional bursts of magic that young children ‘use'. However, these seem to be triggered more by the emotions of the child than anything else. That leads me to conclude that some kinds of pure magic would rely on emotions and I would guess that the creativity and imagination of the person in question would also play a part in the whole ‘controlling' pure magic thing. This could be where some of the great wizards and witches known to us today got so successful, sure they might not have dealt with any of this pure magical energy, but I'm sure their imagination and creativity was on top. All of that takes me right back to what I first thought, whether pure magic could be a base for spell creation. After all, if I am right in thinking that to use a spell, or even create a new one, then you will have to have that creativity and imagination, and at least some control over your emotions. If the concept is the same for pure magic, (when thinking about the magic that children use by accident…relying on emotions and so on) then perhaps the spells we use today were once more connected to pure magic - even coming from it? Mitchell finished his essay, glanced down at it briefly, and took it up to the teachers desk. [OOC// Sorry for doing most of it in one post, it's not something I would normally do, except I've been busy lately and had to catch up ^-^] Edited by Mitchell Kalvor, Oct 5 2009, 11:59:15 AM.
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| Daniela O'Connor | Oct 4 2009, 08:19:17 AM Post #44 |
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Daniela sighed, sliding back into her seat as she had finished the whole 'pull the energy out' she figured she might as well do her essay. She began to write: Pure magical energy is, I think, unharnessed magic that we wizards have no control over. The average wizarding child may have it at some point in their lives, particularly when their emotions are involved. This is also why many of wizards first signs of magic when their emotions go haywire. At some point, I am sure that muggles had this power, although only when they were very young, and then they would go into recession, never to emerge again. For example, the magic that goes into spells is raw until cast by the incantation that controls it. Pure magical energy is, in my opinion, the greatest, most potent form of magic as it has yet to be controlled. I believe that Pure Magic is something that is easy to harness once you understand it. House-elves use it periodically, and are able to do things that wizards cannot. Another use is the Elementium, a kind of magic which enables certain people to use a certain kind of magic that they wouldn't be able to control without training. Pure magic is the way we have all our abilites and skills. I believe it is all around us, gliding in the air until someone needs it. Various skills rely on it, such as disapparation. Is pure magical energy the key to becoming stronger wizards and the base of our powers? She scanned her writing over, satisfied in the length. She had achieved a full page, and was very proud of herself. Smiling, she placed it on Professor Tortal's desk. |
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| Eleonore Collins | Oct 4 2009, 10:18:23 AM Post #45 |
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It should be against some rule to make us think so early in the morning... Ella's quill hovered over her parchment as she attempted to think of something intelligent to write...or, really, something to write, period. It was times like these when part of her regretted never paying attention in this class. However, a larger part of her couldn't find a reason to even study Magical Theory. When would she ever use this, truthfully? Did it matter where her magic came from if she learned to control it? After all, Magical Concepts was a new course! Their parents and grandparents never took the class, and they seemed to be getting on well, save the total breakdown of the Ministry, the maniac running around killing people, and... Right. So, about that essay... Just as Ella was putting the finishing touches on her paper, Tortal began speaking. When he finished and the others stood, Ella followed suit although she was still confused. So they were just supposed to touch a bunch of objects and try and suck the magic out of them? She didn't even know how she would do that with a wand, let alone her bare hands... The Slytherin approached table that wasn't as crowed and grabbed the first thing she saw-- a quill. She examined it, and was rather dissapointed when she realized that there didn't seem to be anything special about it, save the fact that it was a little bent, as if someone had left it in the bottom of their bag and forgotten about it. She glanced around the room and saw that several people had already made something happen. How were they doing that? Was she missing something? Deciding that she didn't have anything to lose, Ella closed her eyes and gripped the quill tightly, causing it to bend even more than it was, and concentrated on trying to feel the magic inside it. After several minutes of doing so without any results, she allowed her frustration to get the better of her and tossed the sorry-looking quill back onto the table. Was she not doing it right? Damn class.... She thought, picking up another object to try again. |
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| Diva Sanguini | Oct 4 2009, 10:38:45 AM Post #46 |
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Diva smiled to herself. Everyone seemed to be forgetting the other part to the lesson. The sickly green energy flickered in her hand, causing her to jolt in surprise. It seemed to regain somewhat of a shape before it could dissipate altogether. She scolded herself before trying to remove the same energy from the butterfly. She tried to vacuum energy from it, but it left her with a rather nauseated feeling. It was empty. She blinked, trying again. Nothing. The moved on to another item, a old toy firetruck on her left. This energy was yellow, cheery. It sort of filled her with a degree of warmth. She wondered how to push it towards the pronged device. If it was like a vacuum before, perhaps if she put it into reverse... "Shoop." The yellow energy sailed towards the pronged device, causing it to dissapear into it. Now what? |
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| Charles Tortal | Oct 4 2009, 11:43:12 AM Post #47 |
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OOC: Mr. Fairfax, I'm not sure if I read your post correctly. The item station and the music station are individual, and the record player isn't supposed to work until you focus magical energies into its contraption. To focus the magical energies into the music player's contraption, you can either... 1. use your own ability to pull the magic from the room around you (because there is a large collective), 2. use the magic from the items (which will disparate within a few moments after being pulled from the item), 3. use the magic channeled with the assistance of the contraption in the back of the room (which will disappear after the magic goes through the process of being inherited by the record-player's contraption, and used as the source of energy for your music.) With option one or two, the magic will remain in your palm so long as you are channeling and controlling it to stay in your palm. Whether or not you have the abilities for it to remain there is up to you. With the pure magic, you channel it into the record player's contraption and you then try to control it to play music. This is done (as I said) with a lot of my old lessons; emotional magic, magic control, etc. Edited by Charles Tortal, Oct 4 2009, 11:46:35 AM.
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| Luciana Hindert | Oct 4 2009, 01:04:49 PM Post #48 |
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Lucy stared blankly at Nikolai. After a couple of seconds, she shook her head. She just couldn't do it. "I . . . I can't do it." she mumbled. Her blue eyes focused on the tiara. "I-I want to see you do it first." Lucy said, crossing her arms. |
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!Xabbu put a lot of thought into his essay, and, as such, he was the last to finish it (of those that actually attempted to even do it.) He did think that Tortal was perhaps a bit vague on what he wanted from them, and he thought more instruction and elaboration would have been more helpful than a loss of house points for both sides, but it was Professor Tortal's class, he noted. !Xabbu himself wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to take this class at N.E.W.T. level. Something about Tortal made !Xabbu's skin crawl, and yet, he felt somehow drawn to the man, like being unable to look away from a horrific traffic accident. That is what made the man's presence so unsettling: somehow, an ominous aura of purpose hung in the air around him, and that !Xabbu should take notice of it, no matter how much discomfort it caused him. And yet, the class was interesting, and useful considering what it was !Xabbu was pursuing in his free time (which reminded him, of course, that he was going to meet Kiki after classes today; he was going to show her just what it was he had discovered in his attempts to preserve the spirit and memory of his tribe). I remember, during those hot, dry nights out on the banks of the Okavango delta (which I had called home until it was discovered that I had this power I have come to Hogwarts to learn to control) and the big bonfire that was built to honor the First People for the great gift of the land that they had left us when Grandfather Mantis had made the decision to leave the world, born again anew after being swallowed by the All-Devourer. They left, realizing that the world had changed and that a new era had begun. It was time to leave this new, replenished world to man. The celebrations around the fire were preparation for the rainy season, that time when, for about a month out of the year, there would be an almost over-abundance of water (our settlement would have to be moved further up the banks in order to avoid the rising waters of the Okavango) and the normally arid environment would be lush and green, with plenty of game to hunt and food to find). There, we honored, not gods, but nature and the forces both visible and invisible which provided for us. To recognize the sacrifice that nature makes for us each day, much as the sacrifice that the First People had made originally. That is the heart of what many city-people refer to as "primal religions". There was much dancing to be done at these events. The movements were not complicated, and it was merely a matter of stepping to the beat of an animal-skin drum. Such a thing would probably make a city-person subconscious, but for us there was a strange and unmistakably palpable energy there which made our actions almost unconscious (then again, I am aware that many city people go to "clubs" where they dance to music made, not by people, but by strange instruments invented by the muggles, and that these beats sometimes mimic the precussion heavy sounds that I am familiar with--I should investigate this further, perhaps...) There was no choice BUT to dance. It was as if there was a power in us, and around us, and through us. We believed, and I still believe, there was power in our dancing. The energy about us seemed to have a life of its own. That is the closest thing I have ever come to sensing what you refer to as "pure magic". My people also believed that stories had power far beyond that to entertain or to enlighten. I felt some measure of the same energy I felt dancing around the bonfire whenever my grandmother would recount the tale of Grandfather Mantis' wedding, when Hyena first antagonized the First People by pretending to be Dassie (Rock Rabbit), Grandfather Mantis' wife; of Grandfather Mantis' illness, when Hare had returned to the other People to tell them that Grandfather was dying and that they were doomed, only for Mantis to recover and punish Hare for his poor faith by splitting his lip; when Hyena had gone after a human woman and her childild, having already killed the father, and it was the baboons ("The People Who Sit On Their Heels")--enemies of the First People--who had saved the woman and child from the ravenous Hyena; or the final tale of the end of the Era of the First People, which I have already summarized in the above paragraph (the whole story is too long for this kind of essay, and it would be going off subject). The point I am making here, is, that these stories--often handed down orally or by using strips of yarn or string to create moving pictures--have a power on which they subsist long after the men and women who tell them are long gone. They still exist. They are still very real. And their energy is just as palpable as the energy we feel when moving to the beat of an animal skin drum. They have the power to change us, to compel us; to move us. These sensations are difficult to describe. I can tell you that yes, indeed, the sun does sing, but I cannot explain to you how that is. It simply does. The stars do as well, but they are far off, lights in the sky that are where the First People have gone--where we believe that we will go as well, when it is our time to leave this world for a new people. Many of my people have abandoned our ways. I know there have been what many in the world refer to as "wizards" among my people. We called them "Shamans", and many rites of passage were performed by them. They would use the fat of an Eland to go into a trance state. I, too, had to do this when I turned ten. I had managed a successful hunt of an Eland, and was granted my rite of passage into the hunting party. I was a man, then (in these cultures life is often more difficult; children don't have the luxury of staying children very long when they are needed to help the tribe survive). These were not what I would describe as "spells". Again, there was simply a feeling, a force; like the wind. Something that is there, and you can perceive it clearly while it lasts, and then, it slips away like a phantom. Sadly, the Shaman that had performed my rite died not long after. I was meant to take his place, as it was clear that I had the gift, and that the sun had seen if fit that I, too, would become a Shaman, but there were no more Shaman left that could teach me. My people have been struggling to survive, not so much physically, though it has become harder in recent years as weather patterns have been less predictable and less favorable (since coming to the city-world I have since discovered several theories on why that is, and if they are true, than city people have much to answer for), but it was more in terms of spirit that we are dying. Many of my people had already left for neighboring cities long before I had left for Europe. Most never return. City life is intoxicating, and it has a strange pull and energy all its own, I have come to discover. I came to Europe, at the invite of one of Britain's Ministry representatives, and on the kind charity of Jeremiah Svalbard and his philanthropic organizations, to learn some measure of the art that is now all but disappeared from my tribe. The spirit of our tribe, guarded by the Shamans, has been left to die. But there are two things that have disconcerted me since coming to the city-world. The first being the manner of spellcraft. It is useful in its own way, but no magic or spell I have learned or seen seems to have the same "pull" or energy as the power I felt in the place of my birth. That is, save for one power: The Elementium, as I have been witness to it through one of its vessels, a young woman who is very dear to me, and as such, I shall not write her name here just in case she wishes to have privacy on this matter. There was a raw energy there, the day I first discovered her using her power. A force that was only barely controlled, as if at any moment it could slip away from her and have a life of its own. The other disconcerting factor is they way I feel city-life has changed me. I have written before that I cannot tell you how I know the sun sings, only that it does. However, I can say how I know there was something there that is no longer with me--something that certainly feels missing. I believe that the song of the sun is no longer for my ears now that I have adapted to this world. It is as if the deafening sounds of motor vehicles and sirens and the screams of people as they are robbed, raped, or murdered blocks out the things that I truly need to hear. The moon, too, a guiding light in the darkest nights of my childhood home, seems to have abandoned me here. I can no longer hear the moon. I feel as though a magic has left me. That is how I know it was there, because now it is gone. It is somewhat better when I come to Hogwarts. There is magic here, a palpable magic which I cannot place. Perhaps I am better at sensing it than others, because no one whom I have asked about knows what it is I am speaking of. But it isn't the same. And the cares and worries of the bustling social life of this place, while it, too, has a force of its own, is just as distracting. Sometimes, here, I think I can still hear small whispers in the night. There are no city-fumes and smoke to block out the moon, though plenty of cloud cover (something I was not used to when I first arrived). Perhaps it is not all bad, but it is unmistakable that this place simply does not have the same energy--the same magic--as my home. It feels more pure there. Unchanged, unmolested. The energy here feels warped towards some purpose. I returned to my home during the summer months this past holiday, just before that terrible massacre at the World Cup. There, I felt, in the time that I resided again with my family and friends, a small measure of that power. But it was very small. Perhaps this magic may not need changing or directing, but it does need nurturing. Perhaps there is a way to preserve it. If songs and dances and old stories have an energy and a force about them that seems ever-active, then, perhaps, just maybe, there is a part of the Spirit of this place that never dies; it just needs some nurturing to restore its strength. !Xabbu sighed. Perhaps it was too personal, he didn't even know if this was what Tortal wanted. But it was all !Xabbu could think of right now. It was all !Xabbu could think of for a long time. Silently, he placed the rolled up parchment on Professor Tortal's desk (avoiding actually looking at the man for that strange, pulling, yet disturbing aura--another power all its own--that seemed to surround the man). The bushman then made his way over to the table where many assorted items had been placed. He watched the others, having been quite absorbed in his essay earlier and so having missed some of the instruction, trying to get a good sense of what to do. |
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| Oscar Loughlin | Oct 4 2009, 02:16:12 PM Post #50 |
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Oscar walked behind Daniela, stopping to sit back at his desk next to her. He sighed as he realised that he now had to endure the essay part of the lesson. He quickly gathered his thoughts, before beginning to write. Pure magical energy is extremely unusuual, as it is both extremely powerful and rarely used. Most wizards tap into this vast reservoir at some point, normally as a child when under extreme stress, and most cannot repeat this experience. Perhaps even some muggles, such as those who claim to be physic, can access this energy, although only through rigourous training and a healthy dose of luck. House-Elves and some other magical creatures also seem able to use this bizarre branch of magic, as they can perform various feats that would be far beyond a Wizards talents. A testament to the sheer potential of mastering pure magical energy is the strength of those few called "Elementium", wizards who can control the very elements around us without even so much as an incantation. This grants them amazing powers, people who can control fire, water, light and many more elements to high standards. If we could learn to create Elementium, then perhaps we could learn to control pure magic in time also. Pure magical energy is the origin of all magic as we know it. Without it, all of our wands and magical paraphenalia would simply not function. Perhaps by studying deeper into the true being of magical energy, we can learn to amplify our own powers, for the creation of a better, magical world. Oscar leaned back in his chair and sighed. At least he had finished. He quickly went to the front of the classroom to place his essay on Tortal's desk, before sitting back down next to Daniela. "That was a nightmare, but at least I managed to do it. The contraption was quite interesting though." Edited by Oscar Loughlin, Oct 4 2009, 02:21:28 PM.
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| Ariana Ashby | Oct 4 2009, 02:42:07 PM Post #51 |
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Aria sighed dramatically, before walking towards the table. She quickly chose from the collection of objects, placing her hand over a particularly bejeweled ring as she placed her wand into the device. All at once a disgusting odour hit her, causing her to almost retch. Determined not to be shown up by a bunch of Gryffindors, she concentrated on pulling the energy from the device, until she was left with a grape-sized ball in her hand, coloured like green marble. She turned to the students still waiting to use the device, clearly showing off that she'd succeeded. She walked back to her seat and lazily scribbled out an essay before turning to look at the rest of the class. The Loughlin boy was cute, but he was a Gryffindor, and therefore well below Aria's league. The Nikolai boy didn't seem to be a true Slytherin, the same could almost be said for Lucy, who was nothing compared to her sister. Aria sighed, this class wasn't anywhere near as interesting as she had hoped. OOC: too much of a newbie to try an essay :S |
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| Nikolai Ivanov | Oct 4 2009, 03:22:24 PM Post #52 |
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Nikolai smirked, "Scared Luce?" He did it anyway though, putting his wand in the contraption and then placing his hand a few centimeters above. He sensed there was something vibrant and happy inside it. Concentrating, he began to try to pull it out. He suddenly felt a weird sensation, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. The more he tried, the harder it got to concentrate. Finally, he managed to pull it out, and it was a gold shade the size of a cumquat. He held it out to Lucy. "See, not that bad." Edited by Nikolai Ivanov, Oct 4 2009, 03:22:58 PM.
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| Luciana Hindert | Oct 5 2009, 03:03:09 PM Post #53 |
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ooc; I still have no idea what to do. So I'm just going to make Lucy give up. lol bic; Lucy's eyes widened as Nikolai pulled the energy ouy. holding it out to her. She gasped, and stared at it. Her eyes flickering to the energy and Nikolai. "I-I'm sorry," Lucy stuttered, placing her hand on her chest. "I just simply can't do it." she said, and went to go sit back down in her seat. |
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| Precious Hindert | Oct 5 2009, 03:18:50 PM Post #54 |
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Precious entered the classroom, arms crossed, chin high. Just because people were being pathetic, it wouldn't bring her down. It was their fault. Her icy blue eyes searched the room for anyone worthy. Well speak of the devil, there was Lucy. Precious hadn't seen her in a while. She strutted over to her. "I like what you did to your hair Luce," she paused, letting an evil smile play on her lips. She knew Lucy hated that name. It was fun to play wicked games. "But you're copying me again," Precious said, the smile quickly gone from her lips. Her glare could have cut through glass. With a sneer, she strutted over to Aria Ashby. Aria was another follower in Precious' clique. Precious thought she was loyal, like Jocelyn. Well, for now. "Helllo there, Aria. How has life been treating you?" the Slytherin asked, with the slightest bit of interest. She pulled up a chair next to her and began to admire her perfectly manicured nails. |
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| Ariana Ashby | Oct 5 2009, 03:42:08 PM Post #55 |
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Aria's head snapped around as she heard Precious's voice. Perhaps this lesson wasn't going to be as boring as she feared. She followed her every movement as she went over to Lucy, teasing her before delivering a venom-filled statement that would have left any girl a little torn. Precious, like a beautiful whirlwind, breezed over to take the seat next to Aria. She admired her for a few seconds, from her perfectly arranged hair to her delicately styled nails. A familiar wave of jealousy crept over her, so she quickly brushed it aside. "Helllo there, Aria. How has life been treating you?" Suddenly this lesson had grown much more....interesting. "Not as well as I deserve to be honest. Stuck in here with a ridiculous essay and even more ridiculous Gryffindors is hardly an experience I relish. At least you've turned up, to show these pathetic excuses for Slytherins what we're really about. So what about you Precious, how's life?" |
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| Precious Hindert | Oct 5 2009, 04:51:36 PM Post #56 |
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Precious smiled as Ariana eyed her, with a look of the slightest bit of jealousy on her face. See, at least someone appreaciated Precious' existence. She yawned quietly though, as Ariana began to explain her day and what not. Her eyes landed on the parchment that was before Aria, and smirked. Work was for losers. "Well you know, perfect. Perfect boyfriend, perfect body . . . Perfect friends." she lied. It was all for being on top. |
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| Flavia Petrovska | Oct 6 2009, 02:44:48 AM Post #57 |
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Flavia leaned over to Lucy, now looking a little displaced in her seat. "Giving up so fast?" she asked, smoothing her slightly messy blonde hair. "I'd go back there if I were you. Nikolai seems to like you." Looking smug, Flavia resumed observing Edward. |
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| Ariana Ashby | Oct 6 2009, 10:00:49 AM Post #58 |
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Aria nodded along, in her opinion, Precious had pretty much a perfect life. Especially her boyfriend, Dave. Recently Aria had started to get a little self-concious of the fact that she didn't have anyone worthwhile that was romantically interested in her. Boys had such poor taste. "Perfect as always then. I wouldn't mind a perfect boyfriend myself, the Yule Ball will be very dull otherwise." Aria checked her complexion in her small vanity mirror, trying to act as if being single didn't really bother her. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 6 2009, 10:29:16 AM Post #59 |
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Diana was concentrating on the magical energy, but alas, she'd sat in the desk closest to the Slytherin girls, whose constant nattering was messing with her flow. Exhaling loudly, she glared at them, and tried to find the object again. At least they were somewhat close, those Slytherin girls. Regardless if they'd knife eachother in the back to be the most popular, such loyalty was akin to the Hufflepuffs. Diana wondered briefly if she should tell them that. She thought the better of it. "Keep your gobs somewhat shut, if you don't mind..." Diana hissed, her voice low. "Some of us are actually working.." |
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| Flavia Petrovska | Oct 7 2009, 03:51:23 AM Post #60 |
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"And some of us aren't losers like you," hissed Flavia in response to a Gryffindor's request for them to 'keep their gobs shut'. "We actually have our priorities right." She decided to keep her nose up, ignoring the Gryffindor. If she wasn't that irritating, she'd never even have replied. Flavia made it a point to talk louder from then on. |
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