Flick, Swish, and a Whole Lot of Nothing
IㅤA MㅤF I R E.
Tuesday, October 15th | Class
It didn't take a brainiac to tell you Delaney struggled with spellwork. In fact, she'd probably tell you herself had you asked. It just wasn't something she worried about— knowing full well her strengths lay more in things like.. scrapbooking. Crafts. Spells on the other hand? All felt intangible, so frustratingly unpredictable. Stubborn as the redhead could be, giving up was even further out of the question.
So, she tried. And tried. And tried again until each flick of her wand was more determined than the last. As tiny glints of silver needles began to appear across the classroom, Delaney's matchstick remained unchanged— almost mockingly in her efforts. Annoying, really. Her brows furrowed, thoughts swirling for reasonable explanation. Was it her wand? Did that old geezer with the white hair sell her a dud? Audrey and Aaron’s worked perfectly, smooth as butter when it came to casting. So why hers? Why now?
Excited voices surrounded her, pleased students rejoicing just beyond peripheral view. For a moment, Del glanced sideways at a girl next to her, unable to help cracking a smile despite prior frustration. "Y'know." She whispered, words laced with mischief. "I’m starting to think this thing has it out for me. Maybe I'll turn it into a slug instead." A complete lie, but one amusing enough to keep her going.
IㅤS P I TㅤF L A M E S,ㅤO F T E N.
@Cecily Fairfax
@Cecily Fairfax
Flick, Swish, and a Whole Lot of Nothing
Spell work requires a lot more concentration than Cecily expected. Sitting in the transfiguration room, the professors eyes bearing down on them all, she begins to wonder quite how hard the work will be, and wether she is actually capable of doing it. She frowns at her matchstick, flicking her wand nervously. It does absolutely nothing. Cecily squeezes her eyes tightly shut and tries again, trying and failing to imbue a little false confidence into her flick, but when she opens her eyes, there’s still nothing but a useless match. Stupid tears prick at her eyes, and she blinks them fiercely away, trying not to look around at everyone else actually managing to do what they’ve been asked; imagine. She tries once more, without success.
When the girl sitting next to her speaks, Cecily giggles nervously, looking up at her properly for the first time in the lesson: the girl has long auburn hair and a sweet, friendly sort of face. She’s smiling broadly; Cecily gives her a worried, rather half-hearted attempt at a smile in return. “Yeah… it is pretty difficult, isn’t it? I don’t know how everyone’s getting it so quickly.” She swallows, and tries again to smile. “Do you expect a slug would be easier? I suppose it would be more fun…” Cecily gives another timid giggle; she’s never been much use at joking, and immediately regrets her attempt.
When the girl sitting next to her speaks, Cecily giggles nervously, looking up at her properly for the first time in the lesson: the girl has long auburn hair and a sweet, friendly sort of face. She’s smiling broadly; Cecily gives her a worried, rather half-hearted attempt at a smile in return. “Yeah… it is pretty difficult, isn’t it? I don’t know how everyone’s getting it so quickly.” She swallows, and tries again to smile. “Do you expect a slug would be easier? I suppose it would be more fun…” Cecily gives another timid giggle; she’s never been much use at joking, and immediately regrets her attempt.
(@Delaney Collins)