15 Apr 2021, 22:57
Immobulus!
Date TBA | 2.50pm@Zykeal Lane
Charms had been one of Opeila's favourite subjects since she first came to Hogwarts for two reasons. Not really because she found it fascinating but 1) It was easy. Opeila was simply good at it, not better than most others- she mostly got Os these days- but she didn't have to put that much effort into it. It was her relaxing subject. And 2) she learned more spells. Which was like the job condition for being a duellist.
Today's lesson was promising, they were learning a Freezing Charm. How useful was that? Opeila was a great fan of spells that would allow her to defend herself or attack others without actually hurting them. Since last year, the second year was quickly triggered by bigger injuries and blood. So a charm that simply made an opponent freeze... it came in handy for sure!
Opeila waited until the professor finished their introduction and told them to practice the spell, before she looked around for a potential partner. The girl who had been sitting next to her had disappeared to work with her friends, leaving Opeila without a partner. Well, it was only ten minutes left before the class was over, the Slytherin could just wait it out. Or she could... A Gryffindor boy caught her attention, who was sitting a little further away.
"Hey, Zyk!"
One annoying thing about free practicing phases was the noise. Many students seemed to see the silence of the teacher as invitation to be at least twice as loud, so her voice got swallowed by the chatter around her. The Slytherin grabbed a sheet of parchment with old notes on it, made a ball out of it and threw it at the Gryffindor. "Zyk!"
"Wanna work together?"
28 Apr 2021, 19:16
Immobulus!
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The professor was droning on, instructing the students on a subject that he had spent a quarter of the last year perfecting on his own time. Charms were simple to the second-year Gryffindor, as he was proficient in them through either his innate abilities or through the affinity of his aspen wood wand. Long was the lore and connections made between his wand's wooden base and the subject of charms, as it were, it became natural to him to master the subject beyond his own year. Hell, it'd been almost a year now since he had used this very spell in a real-world scenario... the last blossom ball, he had to freeze a giant bug in the tents before it attacked another student.
When the time the professor had finished their vocal lesson and asked the students to pair up for the practical portion of the class, Zykeal, per usual, was slouching back into his chair. His head was leaned back, resting it atop the chair and looking upwards towards the ceiling of the classroom. Within his dominant right hand, he'd twirl ivory-wood wand throughout his fingers, letting his cylindrical partner in this magical world guide his way when he'd finally stop it. This would be how he figured he'd determine who to punish for the rest of this lesson.
It wasn't long after the professor had indicated to the class to pick partners that a faint voice dared to call his name amongst all the other students that were available. Pulling his head up to see who might have dared to call his name, even though he thought maybe he had just imagined the voice for a moment, his forehead was met by a balled-up piece of paper. Those golden irises shifted slowly over towards where Opeila sat, she had clearly thrown the paper and to be honest he was sort of relieved that he didn't have to set someone on fire. A little smile curled to the side of his mouth as he peered over towards her, reading her lips as she tried to call over the mess of noise the class endured.
Letting his wand come to a stop in his hand, he shifted his shoulders up and down for a moment and couldn't help but let his smile fill slightly more. A slight roll of his eyes was made as he shifted out of his chair and slowly made his way through the mess of students towards the Slytherin girl. It took just a few moments for him to pass through, but, when he did finally end up standing in front of the shorter girl, he'd finally speak up, "Ello' love, need some help?" he let his face pull into a playful grin as he tapped the tip of his was against the side of his leg.
@Opeila Winters
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Sta: 7 | Eva: 2 | Str: 8 | Wis: 11 | Arc: 10 | Acc: 17
Prodigal Charms | Advanced Casting | Spell Spread
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3 May 2021, 22:23
Immobulus!
@Zykeal Lane
The Slytherin watched Zyk looking for the thrower of the paperball, until he eventually found her. She sent him a little wave, smirking. Opeila had noticed before, in other lessons too that Zyk seemed to have close to no problem with Charms, that the subject sometimes almost seemed to bore him. Not like the girl had difficulties with charms, but she simply embraced being good at it. She couldn't find boredom in being good at something.
Opeila waited for her friend to come over- actually, were they friends? She really had no idea. They had spent some time in the library once, shared a tent at summer camp where he got attacked by her cat, he had seen her talk to thestrals and they had decorated valentine's day's cookies. Did that make them friends? Opeila enjoyed his company for sure and she had a feeling that he didn't mind hers so much either.
"Yeah, actually.", Opeila responded when he arrived at her table and asked her if she needed help. Like always, Opeila automatically faltered for a second when he called her 'love'- she simply wasn't used to that and after the roller coaster-like relationship she had with Percival, she didn't connect that word with only positive feelings any longer.
"I just wondered if you wanted to be my living practicing target. As you don't seem interested in practicing yourself.", she said just as playfully, spinning her own wand between her fingers.