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Novalie simply couldn’t accept the idea of a curfew at this school, especially with so much to explore in the castle. How could anyone just sleep at night? She didn’t understand it- her roommates included. They refused to join her, citing rules and the fact that it was raining. As if a little rain could stop her!
Driven more by curiosity than by fear of getting caught, Novalie decided to explore more of Hogwarts. Tonight, she set her sights on the Astronomy Tower. The stairs posed no real challenge, Novalie was used to being on her feet.
But as she entered the tower, she noticed a figure standing in the rain. Novalie paused, observing the girl who was clearly from Hufflepuff, judging by her soaked sweater. But what was she doing here, standing in the rain? She didn’t seem like she was on an adventure...
Novalie tilted her head, puzzled.
Why would someone just stand there doing nothing, especially on a cloudy night? Surely there were better times to stargaze. Or… could she see the stars better with magic?
Novalie didn’t know much about how magic worked or what spells were out there, so her imagination began to run wild.
Maybe this girl was about to magically stop the rain- or maybe she was the one making it rain in the first place! Or perhaps she was about to perform some rain trick, like creating a little dragon out of raindrops! Novalie HAD to see this!
So she stood there quietly, waiting for something magical to happen. But before anything did, the girl turned around, startled as she noticed Novalie.
"What are you doing?"
Novalie blinked a few times, as if she was the one who should be confused.
"Waiting, obviously."
She tilted her head again, "Weren't you about to do magic up here or something? Why are you leaving?"
Driven more by curiosity than by fear of getting caught, Novalie decided to explore more of Hogwarts. Tonight, she set her sights on the Astronomy Tower. The stairs posed no real challenge, Novalie was used to being on her feet.
But as she entered the tower, she noticed a figure standing in the rain. Novalie paused, observing the girl who was clearly from Hufflepuff, judging by her soaked sweater. But what was she doing here, standing in the rain? She didn’t seem like she was on an adventure...
Novalie tilted her head, puzzled.
Why would someone just stand there doing nothing, especially on a cloudy night? Surely there were better times to stargaze. Or… could she see the stars better with magic?
Novalie didn’t know much about how magic worked or what spells were out there, so her imagination began to run wild.
Maybe this girl was about to magically stop the rain- or maybe she was the one making it rain in the first place! Or perhaps she was about to perform some rain trick, like creating a little dragon out of raindrops! Novalie HAD to see this!
So she stood there quietly, waiting for something magical to happen. But before anything did, the girl turned around, startled as she noticed Novalie.
"What are you doing?"
Novalie blinked a few times, as if she was the one who should be confused.
"Waiting, obviously."
She tilted her head again, "Weren't you about to do magic up here or something? Why are you leaving?"
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Novalie waited with uncharacteristic patience, despite her usual fast-paced curiosity buzzing under the surface. But the moment the hair of the girl in front of her began to turn pink, Novalie's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in disbelief.
That girl… she…
"Um.. what’s your name? I’m Minnie Duke.", the girl introduced herself.
Novalie’s green eyes subtly lightened in color as she continued to stare at the Hufflepuff girl.
"They told me…", she began, momentarily forgetting to introduce herself, "…that this was rare, that it was hard to control. But you…!"
A whirlwind of emotions surged through Novalie - happiness, curiosity and relief all flooded her heart at once. For the first time since coming to Hogwarts, she realized she wasn’t alone in her unique ability. She had assumed, when she first arrived, that everyone could do what she did. But she had quickly learned that wasn’t the case. Now, standing before her was someone who shared the same experience! Her heart swelled with joy and a newfound sense of belonging.
Without thinking, Novalie reached out and grabbed Minnie’s hand, shaking it energetically.
"Call me Nova! We’re the same! Oh my god, you have no idea-"
Her voice caught in her throat as tears welled up in her now almost luminous light green eyes. As much as she had embraced her ability, living with it casually, a small part of her had always felt like an outsider because of it. And now, here was Minnie- proof that she wasn't alone!
Taking a deep breath to steady herself quickly, Nova smiled brightly, "This is so cool! You can teach me everything, right?"
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Code by Brookline Quinn
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A Waterlogged Sneak
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A Waterlogged Sneak
Novalie's heart jumped with excitement when Minnie agreed to teach her everything she knew.
Yes! Finally, she would have the chance to control her ever changing appearance! In her mind, she could already picture herself changing her hair color every day - pink one moment and blue the next. Maybe she could even transform her entire look - make herself appear as an adult or an infant or someone else OR perhaps even an animal!The possibilities danced through her thoughts, each more thrilling than the last.
But beneath the excitement, she had no idea just how long and difficult the journey to mastering her abilities would be.
Suddenly, Minnie - completely drenched from head to toe, though Novalie barely noticed, assuming it was all part of her plan somehow - asked for her help with a mystery.
Metamorphmagus.. Yes, that was the word. That’s what the two of them were called. Novalie remembered hearing it before, though it felt strange now that it applied to her.
Novalie blinked and tilted her head at her words.
"How’d you know I’m clever?", she asked, her voice filled with genuine surprise rather than doubt.
Then, she tilted her head to the other side, "Well, but tell me! What mystery?"
Her heart beat faster, eager for whatever new adventure was ahead of her that night, her green eyes still light with a mix of excitement and intrigue.
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Code by Brookline Quinn
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A Waterlogged Sneak
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"Wow...."
Novalie’s eyes widened in awe as she watched Minnie effortlessly conjure an umbrella with a flick of her wand. The umbrella materialized magically as if from thin air.
Now, that was some magic!
She had heard of spells like this before, of course, but it felt different seeing it.
Pulver Velo...- or something like that, Novalie thought, already fumbling for her own wand hidden in the folds of her robes. She hadn’t quite caught the exact incantation or the precise movement of the wand, but she was convinced she could pull it off. How hard could it be? After all, she’d seen it once right now and that was surely enough!
But just as her fingers brushed the handle of her wand, Minnie’s voice broke her focus, pulling her back. The older girl had started speaking again.
She mentioned that the matter was 'strange and personal' - two things that honestly only fueled Novalie's curiosity. Already captivated by the secret Minnie dangled in front of her like bait, the girl started to grin even wider.
"I want to do it!", Novalie exclaimed, her voice full of self-assured confidence.
The Ravenclaw stepped closer, her excitement over the top, as she practically invaded Minnie's personal space by now, her green eyes locked onto the girl's with burning intensity,
"Now tell me, tell me!"
Novalie could barely contain herself now, her whole body leaning forward, as if that would make Minnie spill the beans faster.
It didn’t matter that Minnie was practically a stranger. The promise of any kind of mystery was all Novalie needed. Whatever Minnie was about to ask, whatever strange task or dangerous whim she might suggest - Novalie was already in!
No matter the consequences. Just for the thrill of it.
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Code by Brookline Quinn
Minnie Duke
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A Waterlogged Sneak
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Novalie was not at all disappointed by the letter. In fact, she slightly leaned in as Minnie opened it, driven by curiosity.
She listened with great attentiveness to what the girl told her about its contents, expressing how her friend back home inquired after her and her hobbies. But then came the interesting part.
He had asked for her coconut cookies... even though he was allergic?
The redhead cocked her head to the side, her brows furrowing slightly. Yeah, that’s weird.
"Any thoughts?", Minnie asked, pulling Novalie from her musings.
The two girls stood for a moment in silence, disturbed only by the gentle rhythm with which the rain pattered the floor. The rain drumming would carry Novalie along in a stream of thought, curling around her thoughts like whiffs of smoke.
"Well...", she looked at Minnie before casually stating, "Maybe he has a death wish or something."
The Ravenclaw said it without batting an eye, as though the statement were an entirely normal and acceptable conclusion. But before anything, more ideas swamped her mind, spilling forth from her mouth with greater excitement.
"Oh! Oh! No, wait. Perhaps he’s, like... an adrenaline junkie! You know, one of those risk-taking thrill-seekers! He could be testing himself, like, how many cupcakes he can eat before passing out?"
She snickered at the thought. If this is the kind of challenge Minnie's friend wanted, she should definitely start sending some baked goods.
Immersed in contemplation with a faint smile playing about her lips, she had another idea, "It could be that it's a case of him being more tolerant toward coconut than before. One of my friends back home had - what's the term? - that thing where you're unable to digest milk? Well, that went away some years later. Now, she eats tons of ice cream without going flat the whole day - just a wee tummy ache. Maybe your friend has discovered that coconut isn't that bad anymore, and is now craving for your cupcakes?"
Novalie’s gaze drifted around absently as she bit her lip in thought.
Hmm… what else? What else?
Suddenly, her face lit up, and she grinned brightly at Minnie, "Oh - I know! It’s totally because he likes you sooo much that he’s willing to risk it!"
The redhead nodded vigorously, feeling victorious. This was definitely the answer! And f that were so...
"I’d totally eat a coconut cupcake too!", she declared, "So... when are you making these for your friend? Can you, like, make me some too?"
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