19 May 2019, 23:07
Something to Consider
Saskia narrowed her eyes at the piece of equipment in front of her. This equipment in question, was in fact, a typewriter. It’s been 30 minutes, and she still doesn’t know how to start it without accidentally breaking it or worse. She was probably overreacting at that- she already tried to press all the possible buttons she could press, but she wasn’t sure if anything more than that would cause it to self-destruct or something.
She managed to bring the typewriter with her back to Hogwarts from the old storage room in her old house, as well as some other old things, after the winter holidays. There wasn’t any real reason for why she did it, other than to figure out what they all meant and what they did. It was a good way to kill time. Still not very productive, though.
She assumed it belonged to her father. Her father was a Muggle-born, which meant that her grandparents were probably experienced with all kinds of technology. Maybe not the technology that Muggles today were accustomed to, but they probably knew more about it than she did. Or maybe it was her mother’s. She did keep a lot of weird artifacts home (or at least the ones she was allowed to bring home), and this may have been one of them. On second thought, maybe it was too big and bulky to truly be an artifact. Not that the girl had any idea what a real artifact was supposed to be like.
Now she wished she asked her father for help. Her father didn’t even know she took the typewriter, as well as those other things. Or if he did know, he chose not to ask her about it. It sounded like something he would do. She could send an owl, but it would take a while for him to respond. It always did. She could also try to pick some books from the library to find something to help her, but she couldn’t find anything involving technology. Almost everything she saw was about magic or were just Muggle stories.
So, now she was stuck in the secluded area of the library, with an old typewriter in front of her. That was just great. She probably looked really weird to everyone else. It was understandable, of course. Nobody would expect to see a girl with some ancient piece of technology in some corner of a place where people were supposed to be reading. But she wasn’t looking to give up just yet. She was going to figure this thing out even if it took her all night.
She managed to bring the typewriter with her back to Hogwarts from the old storage room in her old house, as well as some other old things, after the winter holidays. There wasn’t any real reason for why she did it, other than to figure out what they all meant and what they did. It was a good way to kill time. Still not very productive, though.
She assumed it belonged to her father. Her father was a Muggle-born, which meant that her grandparents were probably experienced with all kinds of technology. Maybe not the technology that Muggles today were accustomed to, but they probably knew more about it than she did. Or maybe it was her mother’s. She did keep a lot of weird artifacts home (or at least the ones she was allowed to bring home), and this may have been one of them. On second thought, maybe it was too big and bulky to truly be an artifact. Not that the girl had any idea what a real artifact was supposed to be like.
Now she wished she asked her father for help. Her father didn’t even know she took the typewriter, as well as those other things. Or if he did know, he chose not to ask her about it. It sounded like something he would do. She could send an owl, but it would take a while for him to respond. It always did. She could also try to pick some books from the library to find something to help her, but she couldn’t find anything involving technology. Almost everything she saw was about magic or were just Muggle stories.
So, now she was stuck in the secluded area of the library, with an old typewriter in front of her. That was just great. She probably looked really weird to everyone else. It was understandable, of course. Nobody would expect to see a girl with some ancient piece of technology in some corner of a place where people were supposed to be reading. But she wasn’t looking to give up just yet. She was going to figure this thing out even if it took her all night.
Reducio
@Lamik Fillestar
Last edited by Saskia Nicholson on 31 May 2019, 02:10, edited 1 time in total.
"Honestas ante honores."
Stam: 9 | Eva: 6 | Str: 7 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
Abilities: Fearless
20 May 2019, 08:13
Something to Consider
Lamik narrowed his eyes at the girl sitting in front of a typewriter. He had just come to the Library to see if there were any books that he knew from the muggle world when he had spotted the odd girl sitting down alone in the corner. Deciding to investigate more closely, Lamik slowly walked towards her. Within a few steps, it became apparent to him that whoever she was, the girl had no idea what she was doing with the piece of muggle technology.
Back before he came to Hogwarts, Lamik spent quite a bit of time in libraries. Often, the various activities that he partook in had gotten him in trouble, but none of the librarians ever seemed to have the heart to forbid him from entering again. He remembered that during one particularly exciting day he had snuck into the staff room to finally see what dark secrets it held. When he was eventually caught messing with an old typewriter in the corner, the old Librarian, Ms. Green, was kind enough to teach him how to use it before actually telling him to leave.
Deciding that it was better to help out before she broke the typewriter completely, Lamik closed the gap with a goofy grin on his face and spoke up. "You obviously have no idea what you're doing."
Back before he came to Hogwarts, Lamik spent quite a bit of time in libraries. Often, the various activities that he partook in had gotten him in trouble, but none of the librarians ever seemed to have the heart to forbid him from entering again. He remembered that during one particularly exciting day he had snuck into the staff room to finally see what dark secrets it held. When he was eventually caught messing with an old typewriter in the corner, the old Librarian, Ms. Green, was kind enough to teach him how to use it before actually telling him to leave.
Deciding that it was better to help out before she broke the typewriter completely, Lamik closed the gap with a goofy grin on his face and spoke up. "You obviously have no idea what you're doing."
Wisdom: 18 - Arcane Power: 15 - Accuracy: 13 - Stamina: 9 - Strength: 4 - Evasion: 22
Binding Mark - Blind Vision - Paragon of Health - Spell Spread - Perfectionist
20 May 2019, 14:56
Something to Consider
Saskia continued to push the buttons. Nothing happened yet, and she wasn't sure if this meant she was supposed to keep pressing or not. She would have tried again, if she didn't hear someone say, "You obviously have no idea what you're doing."
The girl blinked to herself, trying to hold back a sigh. That's just perfect. Someone finally noticed her sitting here like some idiot and was already making fun of her for it. That's what she got for staying in the library instead of going to her dorms.
She hoped whoever it was didn't start running away to tell their friends. The last thing she needed was everyone thinking she was some kind of Muggle sympathizer aiming to exterminate her fellow wizards and witches or some other weird rumour. It was a ridiculous possibility that had virtually no chance of happening, but she was ready for anything. There was enough prejudice against Muggles in this school that she was willing to believe it if it happened. Still, she didn't hear any signs of the person leaving, so she was feeling optimistic about her chances.
'Way to say the obvious, random stranger.' Saskia wanted to say, but she held herself back. She could already feel her exasperation build up, but she needed to control it. As much as she hated asking for help in these kinds of situations, she might need this person to help her understand how this worked.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face whoever spoke to her. It was a boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes that shone with mischief. That wasn't a good sign. She didn't believe she ever met him before, but judging from that smile of his, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would judge her too much for dealing with these kinds of things. If anything, he just seemed like he knew more than she did, and was rubbing it in her face.
"So... Are you just here to watch me miserably fail at the basics of technology, or are you here for something else?" she asked with a wry smile. She didn't know what this boy wanted exactly, so she figured it was better to play it safe.
The girl blinked to herself, trying to hold back a sigh. That's just perfect. Someone finally noticed her sitting here like some idiot and was already making fun of her for it. That's what she got for staying in the library instead of going to her dorms.
She hoped whoever it was didn't start running away to tell their friends. The last thing she needed was everyone thinking she was some kind of Muggle sympathizer aiming to exterminate her fellow wizards and witches or some other weird rumour. It was a ridiculous possibility that had virtually no chance of happening, but she was ready for anything. There was enough prejudice against Muggles in this school that she was willing to believe it if it happened. Still, she didn't hear any signs of the person leaving, so she was feeling optimistic about her chances.
'Way to say the obvious, random stranger.' Saskia wanted to say, but she held herself back. She could already feel her exasperation build up, but she needed to control it. As much as she hated asking for help in these kinds of situations, she might need this person to help her understand how this worked.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face whoever spoke to her. It was a boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes that shone with mischief. That wasn't a good sign. She didn't believe she ever met him before, but judging from that smile of his, he didn't seem like the kind of person who would judge her too much for dealing with these kinds of things. If anything, he just seemed like he knew more than she did, and was rubbing it in her face.
"So... Are you just here to watch me miserably fail at the basics of technology, or are you here for something else?" she asked with a wry smile. She didn't know what this boy wanted exactly, so she figured it was better to play it safe.
"Honestas ante honores."
Stam: 9 | Eva: 6 | Str: 7 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
Abilities: Fearless
20 May 2019, 16:04
Something to Consider
Sensing the subtle signs of aggravation, Lamiks shook his head quickly, wanting to appear friendly. Not like a jerk, at least. "Typewriters are ridiculous, and the exact opposite of the basics of technology. If you don't use them just right, you'll probably just end up with a whole inky mess of soggy paper." Realizing that what he said could be discouraging, the boy quickly added. "They're really fun to use though, once you get the hang of it. Makes you feel like a detective from a hundred years ago or something."
Not really considering that the polite thing to do was ask if she wanted help, Lamik pulled dragged a chair over to her side and sat down, taking a closer look at the machine. "You can't really type without paper, can you?" The boy said without letting up the childish grin. "Unless you wizards have some form of invisible paper that I don't know about yet."
Not bothering to ask, the boy turned the machine sideways by a few degrees, before turning it back. "It also might need to be cleaned of dry ink and refilled. Paper is good and all, but the ink is what actually makes the letters... letters."
Not really considering that the polite thing to do was ask if she wanted help, Lamik pulled dragged a chair over to her side and sat down, taking a closer look at the machine. "You can't really type without paper, can you?" The boy said without letting up the childish grin. "Unless you wizards have some form of invisible paper that I don't know about yet."
Not bothering to ask, the boy turned the machine sideways by a few degrees, before turning it back. "It also might need to be cleaned of dry ink and refilled. Paper is good and all, but the ink is what actually makes the letters... letters."
Wisdom: 18 - Arcane Power: 15 - Accuracy: 13 - Stamina: 9 - Strength: 4 - Evasion: 22
Binding Mark - Blind Vision - Paragon of Health - Spell Spread - Perfectionist
20 May 2019, 17:14
Something to Consider
Saskia tilted her head to the side, listening to what the boy had to say. Her initial assumptions were partially correct- the boy knew exactly what he was doing. She wondered if he learned it from other Muggles, or if he taught himself somehow. She could probably ask him later. On the topic of him being untrustworthy, she could see she might be wrong. Of course, that didn't mean she completely trusted him not to do anything suspicious, but she wasn't going to unnecessarily antagonize him. Besides, he was trying to help, and she can't exactly turn that away.
Were typewriters that fun to use? She didn't imagine they were, but she would have to reserve her judgement until she actually knew how to use it. Detective work sounded entertaining, but she wasn't investigating anything at the moment. Yet. Maybe she could just grow a hobby out of trying out weird Muggle technology in the meantime.
She stared at the typewriter. Of course she needed paper. Why else would there be letters from the alphabet on the keys? And for crying out loud, it was called a typewriter for a reason. She rolled her eyes to herself. This was going to be a long day.
"Well, I suppose parchment will have to do for now. I'll make sure to test if invisible paper works after this," she said, slightly amusedly, as she reached for her school bag next to her. She was starting to relax somewhat, but she was still annoyed at herself for not understanding any of this.
After finding some spare pieces of parchment, she placed them next to the typewriter and looked to see what the boy would say next.
"Is it just any kind of ink, or is there a specific kind?" she asked, eyeing her bag. She was lucky enough that her father managed to store some kind of cartridges with the typewriter, but she wasn't sure what use they had until now. Still, she wasn't sure whether her normal ink bottles were enough, or if she really needed whatever those were.
Were typewriters that fun to use? She didn't imagine they were, but she would have to reserve her judgement until she actually knew how to use it. Detective work sounded entertaining, but she wasn't investigating anything at the moment. Yet. Maybe she could just grow a hobby out of trying out weird Muggle technology in the meantime.
She stared at the typewriter. Of course she needed paper. Why else would there be letters from the alphabet on the keys? And for crying out loud, it was called a typewriter for a reason. She rolled her eyes to herself. This was going to be a long day.
"Well, I suppose parchment will have to do for now. I'll make sure to test if invisible paper works after this," she said, slightly amusedly, as she reached for her school bag next to her. She was starting to relax somewhat, but she was still annoyed at herself for not understanding any of this.
After finding some spare pieces of parchment, she placed them next to the typewriter and looked to see what the boy would say next.
"Is it just any kind of ink, or is there a specific kind?" she asked, eyeing her bag. She was lucky enough that her father managed to store some kind of cartridges with the typewriter, but she wasn't sure what use they had until now. Still, she wasn't sure whether her normal ink bottles were enough, or if she really needed whatever those were.
"Honestas ante honores."
Stam: 9 | Eva: 6 | Str: 7 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
Abilities: Fearless
20 May 2019, 18:26
Something to Consider
Lamik frowned. He wasn't sure if the thick, rough, parchment used in Hogwarts would work well with a machine like a typewriter. Deciding that it was better to just let it slide, the Gryffindor instead moved his focus to her question about the ink. Doing his best to recall what Ms. Green had told him about the subject, Lamik bit his lip and nodded slowly. "I think any ink will do, yes. You're going to need a paintbrush or something to refill the ribbon."] Not completely sure how to access said ribbon, Lamik figured that he would find out when the time came.
Suddenly aware of the second part of the comment about paper, the boy looked at the stranger with a surprised expression. "Wait, invisible paper is a thing? Why would you need invisible paper? Why would anyone need invisible paper?" Even though her joke was very obviously just that- a joke, Lamik was still in the process of finding out about new wonders of the wizarding world. While invisible paper sure seemed useless, he had seen some kids talking about a ball that gets tinted red when the owner forgets something but does nothing to actually remind them of what they had forgotten. Useless objects were not out of the realm of possibility, he had discovered.
Suddenly aware of the second part of the comment about paper, the boy looked at the stranger with a surprised expression. "Wait, invisible paper is a thing? Why would you need invisible paper? Why would anyone need invisible paper?" Even though her joke was very obviously just that- a joke, Lamik was still in the process of finding out about new wonders of the wizarding world. While invisible paper sure seemed useless, he had seen some kids talking about a ball that gets tinted red when the owner forgets something but does nothing to actually remind them of what they had forgotten. Useless objects were not out of the realm of possibility, he had discovered.
Last edited by Lamik Fillestar on 20 May 2019, 21:41, edited 1 time in total.
Wisdom: 18 - Arcane Power: 15 - Accuracy: 13 - Stamina: 9 - Strength: 4 - Evasion: 22
Binding Mark - Blind Vision - Paragon of Health - Spell Spread - Perfectionist
20 May 2019, 20:57
Something to Consider
"I think any ink will do, yes. You're going to need a paintbrush or something to refill the ribbon."
Paintbrush? Ribbon? Saskia wasn't even sure if she was still on the same page as the boy was. She took out the weird looking cartridges from her bag and stared at them. They were two circular like figures that had some kind of material wrapped around them. The materials were different colours. One of them was red, and the other one black. She guessed they were supposed to change the colour of the ink, but she may as well be wrong. They didn't look like a paintbrush at all, but upon seeing the cartridges again, she could see that the material looked close to a ribbon. Maybe that's what the boy was talking about. Still, she didn't understand what he meant by a paintbrush.
"So, how does this work exactly?" she started to ask when Saskia noticed the boy's surprised expression.
"Wait, invisible paper is a thing? Why would you need invisible paper? Why would anyone need invisible paper?"
Interesting. The boy knew about technology, but he didn't know much about magic. Perhaps he did live in a Muggle family. They could probably use some help from each other if that was the case. But that was assuming that the boy wanted her help, anyhow.
"Technically, invisible paper doesn't exist- not unless you cast some kind of invisibility charm on it first. Invisible ink does exist, so if you're looking to write some secret messages somewhere, feel free to use that," she explained.
Paintbrush? Ribbon? Saskia wasn't even sure if she was still on the same page as the boy was. She took out the weird looking cartridges from her bag and stared at them. They were two circular like figures that had some kind of material wrapped around them. The materials were different colours. One of them was red, and the other one black. She guessed they were supposed to change the colour of the ink, but she may as well be wrong. They didn't look like a paintbrush at all, but upon seeing the cartridges again, she could see that the material looked close to a ribbon. Maybe that's what the boy was talking about. Still, she didn't understand what he meant by a paintbrush.
"So, how does this work exactly?" she started to ask when Saskia noticed the boy's surprised expression.
"Wait, invisible paper is a thing? Why would you need invisible paper? Why would anyone need invisible paper?"
Interesting. The boy knew about technology, but he didn't know much about magic. Perhaps he did live in a Muggle family. They could probably use some help from each other if that was the case. But that was assuming that the boy wanted her help, anyhow.
"Technically, invisible paper doesn't exist- not unless you cast some kind of invisibility charm on it first. Invisible ink does exist, so if you're looking to write some secret messages somewhere, feel free to use that," she explained.
"Honestas ante honores."
Stam: 9 | Eva: 6 | Str: 7 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
Abilities: Fearless
20 May 2019, 21:35
Something to Consider
"Invisible ink, typewriters. Are you sure that you're not a detective from an old-timey movie? Because that would be really cool. Also really fitting." As the girl removed the cartridges and inspected them, Lamik quickly looked around to see if by some chance there would be something similar to the aforementioned paint brush sitting around the library. Once he came to the conclusion that (surprise, surprise!) not a single brush was laying around on the desks and tables, he turned back to face the typewriter. "We're seriously going to need something to refill the cartridge, or that typewriter will be nothing more than a glorified block of metal."
Biting his nails for a few moments, Lamik realized that he had been so caught up with the moment that he hadn't even introduced himself to the girl he was sitting beside. "My name is Lamik, by the way. Lamik Fillestar. Stupid name for a stupid kid!" The boy offered his hand for a shake, the bright smile returning to his face. It seemed that he was either completely joking about him being stupid, or really just couldn't care less. "You, on the other hand, look like you have a really cool name. Alice? Amber? Ampitheater? Apple?"
Biting his nails for a few moments, Lamik realized that he had been so caught up with the moment that he hadn't even introduced himself to the girl he was sitting beside. "My name is Lamik, by the way. Lamik Fillestar. Stupid name for a stupid kid!" The boy offered his hand for a shake, the bright smile returning to his face. It seemed that he was either completely joking about him being stupid, or really just couldn't care less. "You, on the other hand, look like you have a really cool name. Alice? Amber? Ampitheater? Apple?"
Wisdom: 18 - Arcane Power: 15 - Accuracy: 13 - Stamina: 9 - Strength: 4 - Evasion: 22
Binding Mark - Blind Vision - Paragon of Health - Spell Spread - Perfectionist
20 May 2019, 22:48
Something to Consider
"Invisible ink, typewriters. Are you sure that you're not a detective from an old-timey movie? Because that would be really cool. Also really fitting."
Saskia couldn't help but laugh at the statement. It was getting harder for her to stay mad at the typewriter when the boy kept joking around like that. She didn't know how he did it, but she definitely didn't mind. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not. I'll definitely consider looking into it as a future career, though," she joked.
She looked over at the boy as he searched for something. She assumed it was the paintbrush he was talking about. She still had no clue how a paintbrush related to the typewriter at all, or even how it worked, but she didn't feel like asking about it at the moment. She felt that the answer was just going to confuse her even more.
"We're seriously going to need something to refill the cartridge, or that typewriter will be nothing more than a glorified block of metal."
Saskia shrugged. "Well, if it ever ends up becoming a glorified block of metal, I suppose we can just cart it off to the nearest museum and call it a historical artifact of the past." She forgot to tell him that she probably needed to return it to her father first, but he didn't need to know that now.
Saskia grinned as the boy introduced himself. She was in a better mood to talk, now that she wasn't as frustrated as before. "Oh, I don't know. That sounds less like a stupid name and more like a name from one of those really fancy fantasy books."
"I don't think my name is as cool as yours, nor does it even start with the letter A. I'm Saskia Nicholson. Nice to meet you," she said, giving Lamik an amused smile as she shook his hand.
Saskia couldn't help but laugh at the statement. It was getting harder for her to stay mad at the typewriter when the boy kept joking around like that. She didn't know how he did it, but she definitely didn't mind. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not. I'll definitely consider looking into it as a future career, though," she joked.
She looked over at the boy as he searched for something. She assumed it was the paintbrush he was talking about. She still had no clue how a paintbrush related to the typewriter at all, or even how it worked, but she didn't feel like asking about it at the moment. She felt that the answer was just going to confuse her even more.
"We're seriously going to need something to refill the cartridge, or that typewriter will be nothing more than a glorified block of metal."
Saskia shrugged. "Well, if it ever ends up becoming a glorified block of metal, I suppose we can just cart it off to the nearest museum and call it a historical artifact of the past." She forgot to tell him that she probably needed to return it to her father first, but he didn't need to know that now.
Saskia grinned as the boy introduced himself. She was in a better mood to talk, now that she wasn't as frustrated as before. "Oh, I don't know. That sounds less like a stupid name and more like a name from one of those really fancy fantasy books."
"I don't think my name is as cool as yours, nor does it even start with the letter A. I'm Saskia Nicholson. Nice to meet you," she said, giving Lamik an amused smile as she shook his hand.
"Honestas ante honores."
Stam: 9 | Eva: 6 | Str: 7 | Wis: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
Abilities: Fearless
20 May 2019, 23:58
Something to Consider
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not. I'll definitely consider looking into it as a future career, though,"
Though he was slightly disappointed that his new acquaintance wasn't a world class detective, Lamik was glad that he could help somebody figure out what they wanted to do with their life. After introducing himself and having Saskia introduce herself to him, the boy released her hand and laced his fingers. "So your name is Askia. Got it. I'll have to remember that." Obviously, the boy hadn't misheard her, and he couldn't exactly explain why, but at that moment he felt like messing with Saskia's name.
"But hear me out, Sakeria, this is what I'm thinking, right? We take the opportunity to make sure the thing even works, clean it up a bit, and then, and only then, do we find a way to refill the ribbon. Does that sound good? I think that sounds good." By now, Lamik had forgotten about the reason he had come to the library in the first place. While he did need new books to read, the possibility of extending his extremely short list of friends was more than enough to push his other goals out of his mind for the moment.
Though he was slightly disappointed that his new acquaintance wasn't a world class detective, Lamik was glad that he could help somebody figure out what they wanted to do with their life. After introducing himself and having Saskia introduce herself to him, the boy released her hand and laced his fingers. "So your name is Askia. Got it. I'll have to remember that." Obviously, the boy hadn't misheard her, and he couldn't exactly explain why, but at that moment he felt like messing with Saskia's name.
"But hear me out, Sakeria, this is what I'm thinking, right? We take the opportunity to make sure the thing even works, clean it up a bit, and then, and only then, do we find a way to refill the ribbon. Does that sound good? I think that sounds good." By now, Lamik had forgotten about the reason he had come to the library in the first place. While he did need new books to read, the possibility of extending his extremely short list of friends was more than enough to push his other goals out of his mind for the moment.
Wisdom: 18 - Arcane Power: 15 - Accuracy: 13 - Stamina: 9 - Strength: 4 - Evasion: 22
Binding Mark - Blind Vision - Paragon of Health - Spell Spread - Perfectionist