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 Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:08 pm
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╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗Danielle had managed to slip into the room just as the professor began to speak. Finding a seat toward the back, she sat quickly and pulled out her supplies, hastily scrawling not only the slytherin girl's answer to his question, but important points from his following lecture. As the class concluded, she gave a polite nod to the professor before gathering her things and making her way from the classroom. She had resolved to introduce herself the next class, but other things required her attention at the present moment and she did not have the time to wait and approach him after he finished talking with her classmates.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:01 pm
Professor of Alchemy..............Ravenclaw"The cycle of life only goes one direction, not even alchemy can change that."  ╔══════════════╗
Location: Alchemy Classroom
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With a polite and enthusiastic smile and nod, Angel directed his attention away from Phinelia towards Jessica with a genuine ease of character about him. He was simple, yet refined, and a sharp brilliance in was imbued in those chocolate eyes. ”As I understand it, the Philosopher’s Stone generally enhanced the witch or wizard in all aspects of magic, and powerful, it was believed to mystically amplify one’s knowledge of alchemy so that… anything is attainable.
“As to what lengths the stone can do are still unsure, Albus Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel felt it would be safer on the wizarding world if the stone was kept in secret, and thus, never truly studied. Though, I’m curious, why would you wonder such a question?” He acknowledged, his brow rising as he took the note her curiously pale skin.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:13 am
Professor of Alchemy..............Ravenclaw"The cycle of life only goes one direction, not even alchemy can change that." ╔══════════════╗
Location: Alchemy Classroom
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”If you have any following questions, Miss Sasserath, please, feel free to find me in my office, as for now, it seems that you’ll be late for your next classes if you don’t hurry.” Angel acknowledged with a kind smile and gesture towards the door. ”Until next time.”~Next Class~ Quote:
Name of the spell: Corrumpo
Pronunciation of the spell: Corr-um-PEE-oh
Meaning behind the name: Corrumpo meaning: to break up, destroy, annhiliate / spoil, weaken
Effects of the spell: This spell causes any iron or iron based object to rust upon will.
Wand movements required to perform properly: With a swift wrist, form a zigzag line with the tip of the wand and then thrust it towards the object.
Distance requirement: Item must be within sight
Lasting effects: The effects last upon the object until the spell is reversed
Manually guiding the chalk to his uniquely sprawling script, Angel copied down the spell for the day and the page it appeared in their alchemical textbooks. Wiping his hands of any fine white residue, he turned his attention to the head of the class, waving a hand through the air with simple ease which had caused the classroom door to swing open, and then, the curtains upon every high arched window pulled to the side to let the light spill through and douse its rays upon the foliage nestled along the back walls of the circular room. ”Good afternoon, class, today, we will be spell casting, so, take out your books, turn to the page, and retrieve your wands.
“This spell is a fairly simple charm, and, in this class, you’ll learn that alchemy is truly a branch of magic, that incorporates all other branches into one, the difference? Alchemical spells, potions, and transmutations are all deviations of spells to achieve enlightenment, and, quite possibly the more obvious, the spells always change something. Ideally, that’s what people believe alchemy to be, the study of the four basic elements, as well as the study of transmutation. Alchemy, above all, can almost be seen as a doctrine, or, a philosophy, even. But, we’ll get to all of that soon enough, for now, all you need to know, is that the difference between a normal spell, and an alchemical spell, is that, in the end, it changes an object, is a deviation of the four elements, or, enlightens the mind.
“Now, to begin, we will learn the Corrumpo spell, which, can cast any metal to tarnish to rust, thus, creating an ease of access to burst though iron bars, mar an opponent’s shield, or, simply, destroy your friends bicycle, which, I don’t at all condone.
“The wandwork is a bit difficult, so repeat after me, with a swift wrist, guide your wand in an even zigzag, absolutely make sure it is as even as possible going left, and then right, and left once again, failure to do so could cause the spell to to tarnish too much, then thrust the point of the wand at the target. Understand? Now, the incantation is fairly simple. If you’ll repeat after me, cor-um-PEE-oh.”
“Excellent, now, give it a go on the metal chain link I’ve summoned to your desks, if you need any help, please, don’t hesitate to ask.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 8:36 am
Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, Third Year  Jessica had politely bowed to her alchemy instructor and smiled at him greeting, "Good afternoon, Professor Amorocho." Jess' heart fluttered slightly as her green eyes scanned the dashing professor; however, such thoughts would be ... inappropriate. Burying those thoughts deep, she made her way to her desk. Once assuming her desk, Jessica pulled out her writing materials and began to scribe down the information on the Corrumpo spell: Name of the spell: Corrumpo
Pronunciation of the spell: Corr-um-PEE-oh
Meaning behind the name: Corrumpo meaning: to break up, destroy, annhiliate / spoil, weaken
Effects of the spell: This spell causes any iron or iron based object to rust upon will.
Wand movements required to perform properly: With a swift wrist, form a zigzag line with the tip of the wand and then thrust it towards the object.
Distance requirement: Item must be within sight
Lasting effects: The effects last upon the object until the spell is reversed Once Jess scribed the spell with diagrams of wand motions and pronounciations, the redhead concentrated her full attention on those words and diagrams. Once she mentally rehearsed the incantation, Jess drew her Cypress wand and focused solely on the iron chain in front of her. With a snapping zigzag line in the air as if she were fencing, Jess then thrust her wand toward her target and cast her spell, "Corr-um-PEE-oh!" A nearly invisible wave of magical energy washed over the iron chain, which imediately went from black to reddish brown in color. Within seconds, the chain crumbled away until there was nothing left but a fine layer of iron rust roughly laying in a line on her desk. Jess' smile nearly took in her face, as she flashed the brilliant smile toward her professor.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:08 am
Professor of Alchemy..............Ravenclaw"The cycle of life only goes one direction, not even alchemy can change that." ╔══════════════╗
Location: Alchemy Classroom
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”Brilliantly done, Miss Sasserath, you have quite a knack for this,” he commended, withholding the building bursting urge to suddenly douse the classroom in a sea of house points—Well, this is the first time he’s ever had more than one student to offer points to, after all. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised with himself. His first year, he had been less than pleased to become a mere professor, what with all the flowing opportunities. But, he had come to love it with every promising student he received.
"The chains are enchanted to revert to their previous form, if you'd like to keep practicing, that is." He encouraged, and, no sooner than he had spoken it, the decaying residue of rust littered upon her wooden desk transfigured into its fomer sturdy livelihood. His chocolate gaze then set to examine the rest of the class.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:15 pm
phinelia von ichval   thrid year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗Entering the class, Phi smiled brightly to the Professor that was quickly becoming one of the most promising and interesting in all her classes. Spanish greeting hinged on her lips, ready to burst forth as she bowed her head first - however she pulled the other tongue back in not wishing to leave any of her classmates in the absence of linguistic knowledge and instead simply said, "Hello Professor." Placing herself in her previous seat, the lecture soon began and so did her reeling mind. Thoughts of possibilities of the new magic that seemed to incredible and forthcoming as well as bursting wish to begin practice as soon as the professor spoke his last word which the redhead committed to paper. And just as she put her quill and paper to its rightful place in the hold of her bag, a small, decorated doorknob appeared before her. Her malus wand appeared just as suddenly in her hand as the metal specimen had and she quickly began practising the wand movement and mentally speaking the spell as she observed every detail and decoration of her target.
With prepped readiness of both mental and physical, she quickly glanced up at the praise she could hear not far form her seat. It appeared Jessica had already completed the spell with good and successful results. At this observation and the sound of praised which was clearly bursting with enthusiasm, Phi's eyes flashed with a challenge accepted to outshine the Slytherin in playful competition.
"Corr um PEE oh!" she commanded with the quick, perfectly balanced motion of her wrist as she watched the instant color of rust and texture present itself like a blossoming flower over the concentrated area of both the base of the knob's handle as well as the key hole found just below it. Once the spell took the second it needed to be completed, Phi raised it into her hand and turned the knob. It snapped instantly into her grasp as she could also hear the sound of crumbling mechanisms inside the keyhole which the redhead knew signalled promised entry if she was targeting a true locked door. A victorious and pleased smile spread on her features as she waiting for her specimen to mend itself back before she attempted it once more. Perfectly eager to have this new magic.╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 7:31 pm
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...  William Dante Nott the Third
When those silent, precarious steps of his had lead him to the familiar circular room bursting to life with green foliage and yellow sunshine—it made him sick. With a roll of his eyes at the professors enthusiasm, he took delicate choice in situating in the very seat behind Phinelia, as he had done, mocking her all year long. It began once, in herbology, and evolved into nearly every class thereafter. It brought a sweet smile to his lips to know the perilous fear that crept beneath her skin.
But what did she know?
His eyes narrowed at the back of her head, just once, burning his hate into her skull before his attention wavered to the professor and the iron chain link that transfigured upon his desk. Though his mind was still reeling from the prospects of his tutoring session with the Transfigurations professor, the thought of their eyes on him had put a waver on his focus. The determination set, the structure of the metal intact—but burning residue of his carnal need for something challenging seeped in.
”Cor-um-PEE-oh!” He recited once again, his zigzag hasty, spurring forth only a delicate coat of rust which barely set in deep. Enchanted, the metal reverted to pristine form. ”Cor um PEE oh!” He demanded, his wand precise, fluid, but much too empowering. The chain link of metal suddenly burst beneath him, a flash of rusted ash spattering around him.
   ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 9:22 pm
Professor of Alchemy..............Ravenclaw"The cycle of life only goes one direction, not even alchemy can change that." ╔══════════════╗
Location: Alchemy Classroom
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Eager, wistful chocolate eyes caught all that could be seen, and as he waited (his patience had always been thin) he set to the task of guiding his wand towards a watering pail, and, enchanted the item to douse each of the colorfully blossoming plants in their flowering bed. As soon as he had noticed that another student had begun to cast the spell, the intensity of his focus had gyrated towards her. Long, sweeping strides struck him forth to closely examine the crumpled remains of the rustic, yet simple door knob. A brilliant smile of magnificent magnitude lifted his lips, baring the sight of dimples upon both cheeks. ”Wondrous, simply wonderful, couldn’t have it done it better myself, Miss von Ichval—truly.”
The warmth of his praise had shifted, if only for the moment, to take note of the boy seated behind Phinelia, William. He tilted his head as he inspected the boy and his wand work. ”No, no, you’ve almost go it, Mr. Nott, if you will, you’re too rigid. Relax.
“Miss von Ichval, would you mind assisting Mr. Nott while I watch the rest of the class?” His eyes searching for the other young Ravenclaw that had arrived just a tad bit late last class.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:29 pm
phinelia von ichvalthrid year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗Eyes of molten mahogany blinked in surprise as she had also began to watch with attempted secrecy as Tay made his own attempts at casting. Yet, the professor's suggestion of giving her assistance to the boy that had once more seated himself close to her made her glance up at the older wizard.
However, that hesitation of resulting surprise lasted only the heartbeat length that it took for the wheels of her mind to click into perfection once more. "Not at all, Professor." Eyes returned now to Tay, clear with angle and gaze that she intended for him to see her watch as she silently asked a strange sort of approval from him even though it was on the teacher's own question of assistance.
It was strange, she thought as she awaited golden irises to meet her, how before the boy was a symbol of a barrier and obstacle to her. Something that had not only harmed her, but was perfectly ready to do it again and again tenfold if need be. She had confronted him with stubborn courage and defence, attempting to shield the natural fear she felt towards him. Yet now, after only a few days of thought and exposure to something that was in every right his, she no longer felt the need for her front. The fear still reflected, but the redhead allowed it. She agreed for the nature of her instincts to be known to the boy in hopes of his seeing it, and perhaps trusting her as she wished he would.
However, knowing why she wanted him to trust her now was still something she could not understand about herself. It felt terribly natural and out of place in similarity.
Moving herself closer to his seat, she offered a guidance of her own raised wand. "You have to have a more even wand stroke." she said stiffly, but with tones of gentleness that had no right to be in their shared presence yet still demanded entrance. "See?" she urged, waving her wand to show how she had done it before to preform her own successful spell as compared to his. Battling in her mind with the wish to be gentle and kind with the boy and the logic of how dangerous, changed and true he really was.╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 10:56 pm
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down... William Dante Nott the Third
That dismal, hint of shock penetrated past the barrier and split golden orbs wide open, admonishing the vicious swirl that had built within him since that dream had rattled him from his sleep. It demanded him, controlled his thoughts and burst beneath the flesh, incisions within, and tearing without. It was destruction, it was a chaos, and somewhere in between the midst of all of it; he needed to find order.
A thumping pain pounded within his skull, it was Roi. He was roaring from beneath his eyes, aching to be let out like the devil in his hands. The pace of his breath had quickened, and he found his focus had altered as the rush of feisty vibrant hair slid over her shoulders as she turned to meet him easily. Breath caught in the chasms, he held his wand and performed the spell for her, rigid, and forced. The professor was still far too near. When the chain hadn’t even began to rust, his brows furrowed, rising to meet the dark reflection of molten eyes questioningly.
And then, that soft grace left her lips with only slight hesitance. The genuine ease and sophistication of her hand had left him curious, but, nothing disturbed him more than the lack of abrasive diction that once threaded a shield for her to hide behind. ”Why are you being so nice to me?” Eyes narrowed, if only for the second, as if to penetrate through any lie and see right past into the truth.
If only.
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 11:06 pm
phinelia von ichvalthrid year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗His second failure was of little attention to her as she felt the question and knocking of his curiosity and need for understanding. That fact, that feeling poured a bitterness over her tongue that made her physically purse her lips in self-contempt at how she was perfectly incapable of masking herself like her friends and even her enemies. She always seemed to not only reflect her very thoughts in her large, curious eyes, but also her direct intentions.
She resolved, however, to not dwell on her misgivings and instead use them as she again met Tay's gaze. Knowing that he saw parts of her clearly and as much as the truth irked her and made herself feel even more out of place in her inner existence, it again felt foreignly natural. "You are only human," she whispered quickly. Tone quiet and quick with both wishing for the professor to not overhear them in his proximity but also in the independence her voice and words had taken. She heard her words before she even felt the action of speaking them: she heard the odd tones of something soft, kind and friendly.
Something like forgiveness.
And it made her cough and gasp and gape inside herself with eyes of complete surprise and confusion as to what it was her hidden brain, the one of emotion and shade to her, was saying for them both to hear.╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 11:34 pm
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down... William Dante Nott the Third
”You are only human,” her voice rang, echoing in his mind and rattling his skull with such ferocity it numbed the dismal pounding the ancient spirit dealt at him from within. Shining eyes glinted with something foreign, something surprising and some too surreal to comprehend. And though desperation, a need for acceptance and clarity was suddenly pounding within him, choking him, it was battled against a far more vicious opponent. He shook; a tremor in his shoes as his every fiber had resisted the struggling emotions engaged in war. His lips trembled as he moved to speak, but no sound, no breath—
Only rushing wind.
A glimpse of desperation clung to those golden eyes as he flew out of his chair, nearly toppled into the professor, and strut outside of the classroom leaving behind his texts, his satchel, everything save for his wand which he had clutched, a cold and clammy sweat in his palms. He fled without a word, without thought or chance.
Even if he didn’t know, his subconscious did, and it knew…
He couldn’t face forgiveness.
..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 11:47 pm
phinelia von ichvalthrid year - ravenclawhermes▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗A sudden glimpse. Just the flash of a tail wing of a swallow before it was gone with the same speed it embodied. A flash, a slip and a spark of something Phi felt sure she had never truly been shown before in its rawness and spite. The redhead was almost too shocked by its burning illustration to recognize it as an emotion.
The shock was like a hand of physical force pushing her back in her seat and away from the boy as he stood in clambering shrill cry of his falling chair. In the chaos of the shifting, pushed furniture, and the partial blindness of the flashing lights the eyes of gold had erupted with Phi had not even managed to notice Tay's abrupt leave until he was already gone.
Eyes jumping and head shaking as it turned from side to side in confused vision, she finally focused on the professor. Shaking her head with thin lips pressed together and begging, wide eyes that begged him to believe she had done nothing.
As she hadn't.
Had she?╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:35 am
Jessica Sassareth
Slytherin, Third Year While Phi was assisting Tay, Jess continued to practice the Corrumpo spell over and over again, attempting to perfect her casting. Each result seemed to be a fine layer of rust dust after each casting. The redheaded Slytherin was proud of her handiwork.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 10:42 am
Professor of Alchemy..............Ravenclaw"The cycle of life only goes one direction, not even alchemy can change that." ╔══════════════╗
Location: Alchemy Classroom
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Those insightful chocolate eyes had barely seen the scene from the view of his peripherals, but he had noted enough to realize that a silent exchange of words prompted such a violent disappearance. The only thing Angel sought to do was nod his head to the young Ravenclaw, what else could be done? He sauntered back to the front of the room with lips tensely clasped together; he had always gotten a dreadful and dreary air of nonchalance from the Slytherin boy. ”Well, it seems class is almost over, would one of you two be a dear and deliver Mr. Nott’s books to him? It seems he left in haste without them.
“Now, until class is over, does anybody have any questions?”
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