impugnari potest Magicè PV Ami Closed

It was a cool summer day. Clouds dotted the crystal blue sky, obscuring the bright orb whose light dominated the sky. Cool air blew in moderately from the great lake, making the shade from the large trees that surrounded the grounds of Hogwarts, and the great lake. In a small secluded area, a tad far from the grounds. There was a grouping of large trees packed closer together then other areas near the back of Hogwarts, while being in a still acceptably accessible area.

In the middle of this large shaded area, stood a large individual. They were dressed in the usual jet black robes that all students wore. Their height and size was unnatural for a student who appeared so young. Their height being at least 6'5" tall, with large hands, and long fingers. Broad shoulders framed a slightly barrel chested upper torso. The robes hid it well but whenever they moved glimpses of their limbs revealed that they were lean as well. Along with their unnatural physique was bright natural red hair that appeared to come ablaze whenever the sunlight shined upon it.

Large emerald-blue eyes that carried a certain observant knowing were positioned amongst a sea of dark freckles that covered his face, and most likely his whole body. The sunlight that filtered through the treeline highlighting his Fair slightly sun darkened skin. They had a well defined facial structure, that made them appear more mature then they were. It actually also caused him to look a bit more intimidating.

Currently this large individual was being most unceremoniously loud. A wand nearly 10 inches length and made of chestnut wood looking a tad small in his big hands. He held it with surprising depth. It appeared that they were practicing a spell or attempting to at least. The wand movement looked right and the incantation seemed accurate. However, nothing was happening and it was beginning to aggravate the strange individual. "May the gods curse ye Quinn!" He exclaimed getting more frustrated.

Quinn glanced up at the sky, and then his satchel that was leaning against a tree nearby. He had been at this for about an hour. He couldn't mess this up, no one could know. He refused to acknowledge his weakness, "Ruparo!" He exclaimed internally cursing himself as his accent got in the way. Again nothing happened, it was as though the wand itself refused to respond for him. He had the wand movement accurate but messed up the incantation. "What the cold bleedin hell is wrong with yeh. Ya gobdaw feckin shite stain!" Anger was clear in their tone. Their normally fair colored face going flush with red, and contorting in sheer anger, almost a snarl really.

"Oi wee weak Quinn yeh can't do anything right can yer. Couldn't do shite about Donnigan, couldn't do shite about Brannigan, and yer still afraid of fecking water!? So what makes yeh think ye can do anythin bout this right brutal situation???" It was a flaring question to himself. It was loud, angry, desperate, and honestly very pathetic.

But hey this was Quinn after all. He was a half giant, a freak, an outcast, and right shite at magic. He wanted to be the head of the department of Mysteries, and he couldn't even perform this charm right? Who was Quinn kidding it was hopeless wasn't it? Those were all the thoughts racing through his head as he repeated the movement and incantation over and over again.

The more it didn't work, or the wand flat out didn't respond. The more Quinn's frustration grew until he exploded. "DAMMIT!!!" He threw his wand down, and began to stamp around. "ITS FUCKING USELESS. YOU'RE USELESS. YOU'RE A GOBSHITE EIJIT BRUTAL GOOD FOR NOTHING FREAK!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. spouting curse after self deprecating curse. The large lumbering boy broke out in to tears as he raged and yelled. He walked over to the nearest tree and started to repeatedly punch with impressive force. It was so great that he was actually starting to crack the wood and leave an indentation of his fist.

"stoopid stoopid...stooo-" The crying grew more intense and he plopped down on his right arse. Just a foot from his wand glaring at it. "Ye must think me pathetic huh? Ye must hate what ah am is that it?" Here he was reduced to talking to his possibly sentient wand. Spouting insults, nonsense and the like. Still in a rage, tears streaming down his eyes. Face blushing with rage and now red knuckles that were slightly bruised. Quinn curled up and continued to somewhat loudly repeat the words, "I can't do it."