Our Wands PV Ines Swain Enrico Gathorne Closed

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There had been a lot of things that Enrico was meant to be taking care of, be it from the numerous amount of homework he was supposed to be doing, to more personal things that required his attention and genuine interest to take care of. But the Hufflepuff was more interested in wasting his own time by doing anything but what was required of him. Only a few days ago he got in trouble for not completing a task during Transfiguration. There was no denying that he found the subject far too complex to understand, and the fact that his wand seemed to not want to work didn't help either.

That was one of the many things he needed to find more about, but truth be told he wasn't particularly keen or aware of who to talk to. The idea of approaching a Professor about his wand scared him for all the right reasons; he hadn't been the most behaving student and he feared that they wouldn't appreciate him trying to waste their time. Regardless of how mischievous Enrico was, he was still aware of how problematic he could be. But that was the best part of it. As long as he was self-aware, everything was right in the world.

That being said, during a Charms class a while ago, Enrico and his classmates were asked to perform a spell after weeks of careful practice and co-ordination, and it came to no one's surprise when rather than sending the object into a still and calm levitation, it instead flew out of the window to never be seen again. On another occasion, he set a table on fire, and a while back turned a housemate's robes to a bright pink - but that was intentional, and that was probably the weirdest part of it all, that he had managed to get his wand to work once throughout all this entire time. Out of all the many occasions it had to work, it only did when Enrico was asking to get in trouble. It almost felt as if the wand is stimulated to encourage chaos and mischief... odd.

Whilst taking a walk in the coldness of the courtyard, and thinking about his many mishappenings, Enrico couldn't help but smirk and cackle to himself about it all. It was almost satisfying to know that he had managed to do so many things using magic, regardless of how many times he actually failed, or how many times he yelled at his wand to get it to work. It was a hideous thing - his wand - not the most formal or petite of wooden objects. It was rough and bulky, it had an oddity to it and the fact that it was green out of all the natural colours, made it even eerier.

As he observed his wand and tried to look all professional and fancy while staring at it - as if he was a professional of some sort - Enrico's focus gazed upon a particular boy doing things one would usually do in the library, not in the courtyard. Rico lowered his wand and tucked it away, he didn't want to come off hostile while approaching the stranger. Didn't do anyone any good, especially for first encounters.

"Why you readin' out here?" He asked bluntly, as if it was any of his business. But there was no denying that it was a rather weird choice of location to study in - that was until Enrico took a good look around him and noticed a couple more students doing the same exact thing. Maybe he was just not good enough of a student to understand or be able to relate. He oh'd to himself in silence.

"And what are you reading anyway?" He asked curiously, trying to cover up the fact that his first, original question was stupid. As he tried his best to read the words off the books laying in front of him, but his sight, even with the help of his glasses, didn't particularly help. Everything he looked at looked like a clash of jumbling letters dancing to a popular song.
"I heard you say something about mystery and prince. Is that the title of the book?" He finally took a seat down as if he had just been invited to do so, placing his own back against a pillar facing forward the new acquaintance.
"I'm Enrico, but if you wanna do introductions formally, I'm Enrico Gathorne." He said, whilst offering his left (because Enrico didn't know basic etiquette) hand for a shake.

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There was a certain oddity to the boy, as he spoke to himself while Enrico remained in his place, mostly confused by the fact that it took him a while to realize that he was even there in the first place. Though the Hufflepuff was often impatient and found receiving attention a satisfying way to boost his esteem, he had enough in him to wait for Hunter’s response. It was admirable to see him go off about wands and the latter. Enrico was intrigued by the subject, except he didn’t particularly know anything about it. Knowing that he owned a wand that barely worked was more than enough for his feeble, little brain.

And then everyone’s quickest assumption rolled in and soon Enrico found another hot topic to jump into and express all of his opinions about.
“That I am!” He responded with a clear sight of enthusiasm. Every time anyone assumed the House he was sorted in, Enrico felt the urge to ask how’d they guessed so. But the answer to such question was at often times too obvious, and so he never bothered. Truth be told, even if he did intend on opening up about his house, and possibly that of Hunter’s, he would have been quickly gotten interrupted by another series of muttering. It was becoming weird to a certain extent, but not weird enough to throw Enrico off. His nose turned red as he held his laughter in, not wanting to make it look as if Rico was making fun of the boy.

Enrico had the decency to let him go on about it until he snapped back into reality and introduced himself. Hunter was a predatorial name in its own right, and had the short lad not been living in the magical world for a few months - living with people who had five names - he would have been creeped out. Nothing came as a surprise anymore.

Had it not already been obvious already, alas, Enrico learned that Hunter was reading about wands. An interesting topic at best, except he the Hufflepuff was having trouble with his own, and so automatically, he hated everything and anything that had to do with it, solely because it was not pleasing him in any manner. He had been having trouble with it ever since he got to showcase his skills… if one could call them that. So it came as quite a shock to hear that somebody else could relate. Enrico genuinely thought that he was the only person failing miserably and getting his wand to work, especially, when he needed it the most.
“You too?!” He yelled with excitement, surprised that he was not alone. “I hate to admit it, but same. Every time I get to cast a spell during a lesson, for instance, it just doesn’t work, or pulls a completely different spell! It’s wild, really, but frustrating.”

Maybe Hunter could help? Not in a way where he’d completely fix the problem within minutes, but seeing as they both seemed to share the same problem, it seemed like the stars had aligned for them to come across each other. A shame Enrico couldn’t remember the details about his wand. Naturally, that would have been a great starting point.

“Uhhh… to be honest? I can’t recall the core… or the wood… was it goblin? No… can’t be… goat-eater… yes, yes! Troll whisker! Can’t believe I just remembered but I’m sure it was troll whisker. Now that I think about it, that’s pretty disgusting, not that I know how a troll looks like, but do you think that could be why it ain’t working? Maybe the core is just not good?”

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The mention of a brave knight gave Enrico the jingles and the shakes. He had always been an enthusiast of knights, heroes and brave warriors who saved princesses from their captors and tall towers, who rode white horses into battle and worse shiny silver armour with golden embroidery of thorns and roses. A helm with the most extravagant feather with the colours of a peacock's train. For a second or two - or perhaps ten - Enrico lost himself in thought and emerged himself in a fantastical world that only existed in his head. Hunter was now a princess in a pink satin dress that glittered and sent anyone who looked at it for far too long blind. But that train of thought was soon terminated when the idea of a boy like Hunter started weeping and begging for help.

He lost his words and stuttered his way back, “In- insane?! I can see why anyone would think he lost his mind if his wand behaved as mine does.” Enrico confessed, disappointed by how much of an imperfect knight he would be. The Hufflepuff knew he wasn’t the bravest boy to ever exist, there were goals and objectives that drove him to be a protector of sorts, however, cowardice and delusion often got the best of him. However, he was not willing to be honest about it. The last thing he wanted was to be considered a coward by any of his peers. No no, he was strong and fierce, a defender of nature and the flowers he plucked, the grass he stepped on and the trees he climbed.

However, before he could even allow Hunter to be impressed by the many great achievements of his lifetime, the boy found himself in quite the pickle. The book enthusiast had let Enrico in on his plan. He had told him, quite frankly, everything Enrico needed to know, except why. His cheeks flushed a tomato red and boiled so hot he felt his ears letting off steam. His now-sweaty hands panicked and reached for every part of his body to find where his wand was hiding away. The boy seemed to have forgotten that he was probably the only student in the school who tucked his wand inside his socks, against his bare ankle, and then he had the audacity to wonder why he tripped so often.

He swiftly bent down for it, “wait! Hold on! No!” His voice squeaked in panic, his hands grabbing his green sharp wand from its hilt but were quick to accidentally let it slip away. The tip of the wand hit the gound first, and a spark emerged from the contact between the ground and the wand. Enrico didn’t understand science nor magic if he had to be humble about it, but he could swear that that bounce set the wand straight up and from its tip - now aiming at him - sparked another glimmer that shot a wave of blue light that sent his body in a shivering cold and a spark of electricity, both at once.

Enrico was dazed, his tongue hanging out, glasses sitting awkwardly leaning vertically, and somehow found himself sitting with his legs spread across the ground.
“Iz this enaff evidenz?” He tried hard to ask.

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The boy’s tongue started to feel as if it was being pinched at every second. The entirety of his body, on the other hand, had become numb, yet his skin was sending waves of electrifying shock, almost as if it intended on releasing the energy he had got shot at with back. Every single string of hair on his head was now striking upwards, just like how a lunatic scientist would be depicted in a children’s book. One could say that he was struck by lightning, and quite literally so.

It took him a while to get himself all back together. Even his own voices sounded so hollowing to himself, and Hunter’s was just as eerie. What he asked wasn’t even clear, but when the other boy raised his hand and showed up four fingers, Enrico could only assume what he was actually asking. He twitched his eyes and tried his hardest to get a clear view, his glasses still standing in an awkward position as the Hufflepuff didn’t even realize that they were sitting so on his face. He imagined that if he tried to touch his face, then he’d send another electrifying bolt from his fingers. And if any further blasting energy went through him, then he was certain he’d explode.

“Twelve fingers?” Enrico answered - with his lisp more evident than ever - not realizing that such a number of fingers was quite frankly impossible. But everything he was viewing had tripled, so no one could really blame the poor boy. That didn’t excuse him from being absolutely terrible at mathematics, however. The day he learned that that was not actually a subject taught at Hogwarts was the greatest day of his entire life. Or maybe second best, the first one was that one time when he was four and accidentally watered on his aunt’s wedding dress.

“You see what I mean now?” Enrico now asked desperately as he was slowly coming back to reality, shaking his head from left to right.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do about it. Do you think I can change it? I’m pretty sure it’ll be the end of me.” He offered his hand to Hunter to pull him up, hoping that he won’t also electrify him in the process.
“Or maybe I could find someone to talk to, someone who would understand. But who?”