Shadows and Sparks
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βοΈ | DENISSE DE VERA |
π―enisse placed her quill just over the parchment, her eyes glinting as she peered at it. She was looking forward to having another lesson in Defense Against the Dark Arts. After the first lesson, she became more interested in the next one, and she didn't want to miss any of it.
The professor had begun by discussing the Bogies Curse, a jinx which induced profuse sneezing, and a very runny nose. He demonstrated on a dummy which sneezed violently, followed by a runny nose. The class had laughed hysterically.
But, suddenly, a wand had misfired somewhere near the back of the class, and the curse flew around the classroom, striking at will. Every student in the class began sneezing; noses streamed and ink bottles fell from their owners' grasps as they scrambled for handkerchiefs. It was a riot of shrieks and groans as students were swept up in the sneeze. Denisseβs heart leaped in her chest; she hadnβt had any practice on the counter-jinx.
The Bogies' Curse continued its reign. One unfortunate boy's ink bottle exploded with an almighty splattering, showering him and the desk in front with ink. The desks bounced as everyone around them collapsed into uncontrollable sneezes.
Eventually the professor strode up and down the room, his wand wiggling magically, uttering the correct incantation to the curse.
It slowly stopped and in its place was a room of overflowing rubbish bins, crumpled parchment, and wobbly desks. Denisse managed to scrub ink off her robe, panting with relief, stifling a laugh at the mad mess around her.
βοΈ βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ βοΈ sta 8 ; eva 5 ; str 6 ; wis 5 ; arc 6 ; acc 5
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Shadows and Sparks
DADA Classroom, 8 September 2025
320WC
With @Denisse De Vera
"Holy Motherβ"
Spark of curse flew uncontrollably as one of the clumsiest person in the class, unfortunately not that far from where Millie was, pointed the wand recklessly. Causing not one, but the entire class got the curse. Bogies' Curse, no less!
Atchoo!!!
Snort!!!
The chaos rapidly make the class full of sneezed and sniffled. No exception for Millie. The girl sniffled so hard but to no avail. Her eyes becoming red as she could hold it anymore. However, as if this chaos weren't chaotic enough, another clumsy people bumped each other, and another. Bottles of ink fell to the ground, parchments, tables ... any surfaces.
What a perfect day!
Thanks to the Professor, their misery wasn't that long as he lifting the curse in one swoop of his wand. Anger and distress visibly shown in his face. And with that, he dismiss the class and called out the person who caused the trouble first.
Millie sighed, looking down at her robe now full of ink's blotch. Even if the color isn't that different, the blotch is still the blotch. She snorted the last drop of her remaining runny nose, and then took off her robe. She remember her Ma ever said that ink spot is one of the tricky stain to washed, thus she thought even if she try to clean it with her kerchief, it'll just be a waste of time and energy.
Out of sudden, Millie heard the sound of laughter from behind her. A girl. Her yellowish robe, same as Millie's condition, full of ink's. But, that was not the most eye-catching from her looks. Up. Nestled on her head. A parchment.
Pfft!
Millie quickly zipped her lip, as she called her out, "Hey," and took the parchment off her head. "It's stuck on the top of your head. You don't realize it?" Alas, as she said that last words, she couldn't hold her smile anymore.
------------------------Stealthy little one, who has
cat's Grace & Sixth Sense
cat's Grace & Sixth Sense
Shadows and Sparks
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βοΈ | DENISSE DE VERA |
π³er stomach hit the floor the instant the curse flashed through the room. Her wand was still clutched in her hand, but she knew she didnβt have the counter-curse for it. In a matter of seconds, Bogies Curse had ripped through the classroom. Sneezes exploded off the stone walls, ink bottles dropped and shattered onto the stone, parchment swirled and flew around them like leaves in a gale.
Her nose stung, her eyes burned, and Denisse struggled to keep herself composed. Focus, she commanded silently, though with the amount of noise and sneezing that went on, it was almost impossible. She stuffed the edge of her sleeve up her nose and stifled another sneeze as her hand began to shake violently and her quill slipped dangerously close to rolling off her desk.
A sharp movement sliced through the chaos and a single gesture of the professor's wand dispersed the curse into thin air. Denisse sagged with relief, though she found that her robe was dotted with splatters of black ink and her usually tidy hair had clung damply to her cheek in odd places. She laughed, the sound breathy.
She was just pushing her scattered ink bottles back into place on her desk when she heard Millie speak from the desk beside hers. Denisse looked up, blinking the water from her eyes, and saw that Millie had a piece of parchment pinched between her thumb and forefinger; she had obviously snatched it from Denisseβs hair.
She stared at it for a moment before letting a quiet chuckle bubble out, which soon erupted into a full laugh. "I didn't even feel it fall," she managed to say between gasps, patting her hair down again as if it might produce more stuck parchment. A grin spread across her face as Millie smiled back, the ink on her cheeks making her look almost more rakish than usual. "Looks like we match," Denisse added softly, and even though sheβd spent most of the last five minutes with her face buried in her sleeve and her nose stinging like hell, standing there with Millie made it seem almost bearable.
βοΈ βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ βοΈ sta 8 ; eva 5 ; str 6 ; wis 5 ; arc 6 ; acc 5
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Shadows and Sparks
8 September 2025, DADA Classroom
With @Denisse De Vera
214WC
------------------------"Looks like we match."
Ah, yes, sure. With this commotion, that was nearly impossible to stay untouched and clean, either by the snot, flying parchments, or splatter of ink. Even the Professor himself got his own chaos with his new messy hair looks. Millie exhaled through her open mouth, and couldn't bare to hold the smile on her face even more.
Well, anyway, at least we learnt the most important lesson this time. Never, ever!, slipped your hand while you swished your wand! Especially when you intend to cast a curse!
She sniffled her last snot out of her nose withβluckilyβthe handkerchief she pocketed inside her robe. While she fold it back, Millie saw the black smear on the fabric, obviously not part of her nose's fluid. The girl groaned irritably. Not only her robe is splashed with ink, her face too?! She reflexively clicked her tongue and just want to get rid of it quickly now the class has ended.
"We should clean ourselves," Millie then took her belongings from the table with one hand, while the other hand slung her dirty robe in motion. She walked and stopped beside Denisse, waiting for her to gather her own things. "Before the toilet gets cramped by the others who wanna wash their face too."
Stealthy little one, who has
cat's Grace & Sixth Sense
cat's Grace & Sixth Sense
Shadows and Sparks
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βοΈ | DENISSE DE VERA |
"πΏhereβs ink on my robe,β she grimaced as she brushed it away, only succeeding in smudging the dark ink around her sleeve further. The classroom resembled something of a battlefield, small scraps of parchment were flying in the breeze created by students leaving the classroom, there were splatters of ink on every desk, and the air was laced with the scent of burnt quills. "Oh honestly," Denisse chuckled under her breath as Millie sauntered up, her robes slung loosely over one arm, a dark black streak across her cheek.
She shoved her belongings into her bag without damaging her already messy lecture notes further, slung it over her shoulder and added, "You're right. We canβt wait or the sinks will be all filled up." She looked towards the doorway, where students were already starting to pour out the room, some grumbling about their marks, others laughing at the ink that stained every surface. "We should just tell people that we were in a duel with ink monsters or something. I mean it will make us seem more braver than the actual truth which would beβ¦well we are in fact a bit bad at duelling."
She slung her bag over her shoulder; her robes sticking in all of the places that ink had splattered against them.
βοΈ βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ βοΈ sta 8 ; eva 5 ; str 6 ; wis 5 ; arc 6 ; acc 5
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