Birds of a Feather
Makaio looked over his classroom of second year students. It was his very first full semester and his first time beginning a year! These were his students and his first second year class that belonged to him. “Good morning class!” He said, his rough voice barely containing his excitement at the prospect. He had a wonderful summer with his wife, traveling around the world and even getting a chance to visit their parents which they rarely got to do over the past decade. Since they graduated they never really got to spend so much time at once together, since he was always off saving something or someone and she had a packed racing schedule. It left him feeling even 10 years younger! There was nothing he loved more than spending time with his beautiful wife.
“To start the year off right, I recruited the help of an older student to help demonstrate!” The tall imposing professor clasped the shoulders of a redheaded boy who nervously smiled and laughed to the class. “You see, I want to show you the full power of transfiguration,” he continued without so much as a look at the boy who now looked at him very concerned.
“Right. This is Mr. Tumberton. Some of you might be acquainted with him,” Makaio told the class thrusting him into the center of the room and drawing his wand. “Well, let’s have a look at this lecture’s spell.”
Professor Kāne drew himself up to his full height, drew his wand back, brow furrowed in immense concentration, his muscles tensed and then bellowed, “AVIFORS!” The boy named Dennis spun around to protest, when he was hit center mass by the spell, knocking the wind out of his chest.
For a moment, nothing happened, and then in a puff of feathers and a loud pop, where the red head was was no a large brown eagle about waist height. The only thing remaining of him was a tuft of red plumage at the top of its head. However, the panicked expression had not left the eagle. Wide eyed it flapped its wings in outrage and squawked as if it was yelling at the professor.
Makaio’s voice was louder though and it quieted the bird, “As you can see. Our lesson is about the bird transfiguration spell - avifors. I must insist that, despite the usage here, you never use it on a fellow human. It is far too complicated to do for much of your Hogwart’s career and it will most certainly fail you if attempted. You have to be possessed of great magical powers and intense understanding of the transfiguration arts if you were to ever successfully do this.”
With a snap of his fingers, the now dour looking eagle transformed back into the third year student, Dennis Tumberton who found himself on his knees. Makaio grabbed the boy by the forearm and hoisted him back to his feet. “Instead, I have put paper origami birds at your desks. Please work with a partner to transfigure theses paper birds into real birds. Your imagination will be your guide as to what you want your birds to look like.”
Turning to Dennis, Makaio offered him an apologetic smile. “Easy there, lad,” looking around the room, he snapped his fingers and beckoned with his hand for one Avis Marlong, to come help. “Ms. Marlong. If you please, help Mr. Tumberton here to a seat. You may partner with him. He might need a distraction from his harrowing journey into the mind of a bird.”
“To start the year off right, I recruited the help of an older student to help demonstrate!” The tall imposing professor clasped the shoulders of a redheaded boy who nervously smiled and laughed to the class. “You see, I want to show you the full power of transfiguration,” he continued without so much as a look at the boy who now looked at him very concerned.
“Right. This is Mr. Tumberton. Some of you might be acquainted with him,” Makaio told the class thrusting him into the center of the room and drawing his wand. “Well, let’s have a look at this lecture’s spell.”
Professor Kāne drew himself up to his full height, drew his wand back, brow furrowed in immense concentration, his muscles tensed and then bellowed, “AVIFORS!” The boy named Dennis spun around to protest, when he was hit center mass by the spell, knocking the wind out of his chest.
For a moment, nothing happened, and then in a puff of feathers and a loud pop, where the red head was was no a large brown eagle about waist height. The only thing remaining of him was a tuft of red plumage at the top of its head. However, the panicked expression had not left the eagle. Wide eyed it flapped its wings in outrage and squawked as if it was yelling at the professor.
Makaio’s voice was louder though and it quieted the bird, “As you can see. Our lesson is about the bird transfiguration spell - avifors. I must insist that, despite the usage here, you never use it on a fellow human. It is far too complicated to do for much of your Hogwart’s career and it will most certainly fail you if attempted. You have to be possessed of great magical powers and intense understanding of the transfiguration arts if you were to ever successfully do this.”
With a snap of his fingers, the now dour looking eagle transformed back into the third year student, Dennis Tumberton who found himself on his knees. Makaio grabbed the boy by the forearm and hoisted him back to his feet. “Instead, I have put paper origami birds at your desks. Please work with a partner to transfigure theses paper birds into real birds. Your imagination will be your guide as to what you want your birds to look like.”
Turning to Dennis, Makaio offered him an apologetic smile. “Easy there, lad,” looking around the room, he snapped his fingers and beckoned with his hand for one Avis Marlong, to come help. “Ms. Marlong. If you please, help Mr. Tumberton here to a seat. You may partner with him. He might need a distraction from his harrowing journey into the mind of a bird.”
@Avis Marlong
PC: Dennis Tumberton | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
Birds of a Feather
Avis bounded into class and skidded into her seat, a slight grin across her face - the proper look for a Ravenclaw. It was a new school year, she was back at Hogwarts, and she could once again use her wand. She was itching to shoot off some fireworks, or better yet, flipendo a very specific fourth year out a glass window.
She wasn't just excited for the magic; she was excited for the classes. Avis still had a good week before the classes became boring and mundane; for now, they were new and thrilling. Unlike some of her fellow classmates, who were already daydreaming at the back of the class, most likely about their plans for next summer.
She offered a familiar ginger boy a nod as he entered the room, waving her fingers in a rapid, distracted wave, but class was starting, and she didn't have time for chatting.
As with any guest in any class, Avis paid little to no attention to the professor, rather only (mostly) listening while staring at the exciting new aspect of the class, attempting to guess what might have brought this non-second-year student into the second-year class. Either he had failed it last year and rather dramatically, he was a TA for the class, or he was here as a demonstration. The first seemed rather unlikely, half because he was on the dueling team, and half because he was standing at the front of the class. As far as Avis knew, 3rd years weren't quite old enough to be TAs, which only left a demonstration. But as to what demonstration, she was in the dark. It soon occurred to her that Dennis might not know either, based on his frightened look at Professor Kāne.
With a loud pop and something or another from the professor - he probably should have known that no one would pay attention when something much more exciting was happening as a result - Dennis snapped into the form of a bird. Avis softly snickered at the sight of the angry bird. The sight of the large brown eagle squawking and making a fool of himself in front of the class was simply too out-of-the-box to keep a straight face.
As Dennis transformed back into himself, Avis fought the urge to laugh, hoping to avoid the embarrassment she felt by her laughter. A distant side thought knew that Dennis might not quite appreciate it either.
“As you can see. Our lesson is about the bird transfiguration spell - avifors. I must insist that, despite the usage here, you never use it on a fellow human. It is far too complicated to do for much of your Hogwart’s career and it will most certainly fail you if attempted. You have to be possessed of great magical powers and intense understanding of the transfiguration arts if you were to ever successfully do this.”
Losing her battle, Avis had to bury her face inside her elbow to prevent others from seeing her laugh. The casual arrogance was simply a drop of vinegar into an already-baking-soda-filled volcano - truly, Professor Kāne seemed to think he must be the most understanding of the arts than anyone else. With a quick breath, Avis composed herself and sat up straight, mildly embarrassed that she had laughed.
“Ms. Marlong. If you please, help Mr. Tumberton here to a seat. You may partner with him. He might need a distraction from his harrowing journey into the mind of a bird.”
Frightened that the professor might have seen her laughter, Avis sharply nodded and slipped up to Dennis, trying to pull him toward an open seat near her own. "What'd you do?" She whispered softly. "Break into his office? Turn him into a bird?" Surely this must have been some sort of punishment for the boy's crimes.
@Dennis Tumberton
She wasn't just excited for the magic; she was excited for the classes. Avis still had a good week before the classes became boring and mundane; for now, they were new and thrilling. Unlike some of her fellow classmates, who were already daydreaming at the back of the class, most likely about their plans for next summer.
She offered a familiar ginger boy a nod as he entered the room, waving her fingers in a rapid, distracted wave, but class was starting, and she didn't have time for chatting.
As with any guest in any class, Avis paid little to no attention to the professor, rather only (mostly) listening while staring at the exciting new aspect of the class, attempting to guess what might have brought this non-second-year student into the second-year class. Either he had failed it last year and rather dramatically, he was a TA for the class, or he was here as a demonstration. The first seemed rather unlikely, half because he was on the dueling team, and half because he was standing at the front of the class. As far as Avis knew, 3rd years weren't quite old enough to be TAs, which only left a demonstration. But as to what demonstration, she was in the dark. It soon occurred to her that Dennis might not know either, based on his frightened look at Professor Kāne.
With a loud pop and something or another from the professor - he probably should have known that no one would pay attention when something much more exciting was happening as a result - Dennis snapped into the form of a bird. Avis softly snickered at the sight of the angry bird. The sight of the large brown eagle squawking and making a fool of himself in front of the class was simply too out-of-the-box to keep a straight face.
As Dennis transformed back into himself, Avis fought the urge to laugh, hoping to avoid the embarrassment she felt by her laughter. A distant side thought knew that Dennis might not quite appreciate it either.
“As you can see. Our lesson is about the bird transfiguration spell - avifors. I must insist that, despite the usage here, you never use it on a fellow human. It is far too complicated to do for much of your Hogwart’s career and it will most certainly fail you if attempted. You have to be possessed of great magical powers and intense understanding of the transfiguration arts if you were to ever successfully do this.”
Losing her battle, Avis had to bury her face inside her elbow to prevent others from seeing her laugh. The casual arrogance was simply a drop of vinegar into an already-baking-soda-filled volcano - truly, Professor Kāne seemed to think he must be the most understanding of the arts than anyone else. With a quick breath, Avis composed herself and sat up straight, mildly embarrassed that she had laughed.
“Ms. Marlong. If you please, help Mr. Tumberton here to a seat. You may partner with him. He might need a distraction from his harrowing journey into the mind of a bird.”
Frightened that the professor might have seen her laughter, Avis sharply nodded and slipped up to Dennis, trying to pull him toward an open seat near her own. "What'd you do?" She whispered softly. "Break into his office? Turn him into a bird?" Surely this must have been some sort of punishment for the boy's crimes.
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
"The odds of hitting your target increase dramatically when you aim at it." Benji Marecos |
Birds of a Feather
What in the world did he agree to? This was the question that Dennis asked himself as he stood by Professor Kāne’s desk and watched the students file in. He had to admit that for the moment it felt pretty good being the one at the front. Perhaps he might be a teacher some day.
Class got started soon after and he was asked, well more like shoved, into the middle of the room. Before Dennis could protest the world went dark. No, that was quite right. His vision blurred as if he was spinning around, yet he didn’t feel himself move. This was followed by a deafening pop in his ears as if someone cast bombarda. When his vision came back to him, he was…shorter? Dennis went to touch his face but felt his wing couldn’t move in that particular way. Wait…his wing? “What did you do to me!? Avifors!?” He cried but the only thing that came out was “squawk squawk macaw!”
He was a bird, that meant he could fly! He was about to test the theory, scowling at the professor, contemplating for a moment attacking him, but before he could make the attempt, the teacher turned him back. The whiplash of the transfiguration very nearly made him lose the contents of his stomach. He doubled over as Professor Kāne clasped his shoulder. He barely registered being led away by soft hands, familiar hands…did he know anyone in this class?
He felt himself sit down and the sarcastic tones of a Ravenclaw came to him, as if from a far off land. “Wh-“ he said as if in a daze. He was in trouble? He grabbed onto those words as if they were his only comfort. “Oh…hey, Avis…” he mumbled finally looking over to see who it was that was talking to him. He cleared his throat and gave her a half smile. “I had the class right before this one and Professor Kāne asked if anyone might have time to stay behind and help with a second year class.”
Finally his wits were returning to him and Professor Kāne was in the middle of demonstrating the spell again. It was almost time for him to pair people off for practice. “I’m glad you were here to help me! I don’t know if I could have survived without you!” Dennis whispered to his companion, now in full Dennis form.
Class got started soon after and he was asked, well more like shoved, into the middle of the room. Before Dennis could protest the world went dark. No, that was quite right. His vision blurred as if he was spinning around, yet he didn’t feel himself move. This was followed by a deafening pop in his ears as if someone cast bombarda. When his vision came back to him, he was…shorter? Dennis went to touch his face but felt his wing couldn’t move in that particular way. Wait…his wing? “What did you do to me!? Avifors!?” He cried but the only thing that came out was “squawk squawk macaw!”
He was a bird, that meant he could fly! He was about to test the theory, scowling at the professor, contemplating for a moment attacking him, but before he could make the attempt, the teacher turned him back. The whiplash of the transfiguration very nearly made him lose the contents of his stomach. He doubled over as Professor Kāne clasped his shoulder. He barely registered being led away by soft hands, familiar hands…did he know anyone in this class?
He felt himself sit down and the sarcastic tones of a Ravenclaw came to him, as if from a far off land. “Wh-“ he said as if in a daze. He was in trouble? He grabbed onto those words as if they were his only comfort. “Oh…hey, Avis…” he mumbled finally looking over to see who it was that was talking to him. He cleared his throat and gave her a half smile. “I had the class right before this one and Professor Kāne asked if anyone might have time to stay behind and help with a second year class.”
Finally his wits were returning to him and Professor Kāne was in the middle of demonstrating the spell again. It was almost time for him to pair people off for practice. “I’m glad you were here to help me! I don’t know if I could have survived without you!” Dennis whispered to his companion, now in full Dennis form.
@Avis Marlong
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
Birds of a Feather
Dennis, in his current state, was comparable to a toddler. A confused toddler who couldn't follow basic instructions and needed to be pulled along every step of the way, and Avis practically dragged him towards an open seat, watching him carefully in case he decided to acquire more attributes of a toddler. Namely, drooling. While she felt bad and all, it wasn't a difficult decision for her to make that if he started drooling, he could deal with his own problems, no matter what the professor asked her to do.
As Dennis settled into his seat and began to find his wits about him, Avis plopped herself back in her own seat, careful to ensure Dennis wasn't about to tumble out as a result of the side effects of this pleasant demonstration. She glanced between him and Professor Kāne, her eyes flicking worriedly back to Dennis every few seconds. Was this natural? The assortment of professors that were here this year all seemed to be rather...apathetic. The DADA professor was practically an assassin, for holden's sake. The potions professor didn't seem to care any more, at least by the classes Avis had had with the man, and she was seriously starting to doubt whoevers job it was to hire all these questionable professors.
Professor Kāne, with his demonstrations that left his students barely functioning, was just another checkmark on Avis' list of awful professors that she certainly would not be telling her parents about. She did still want to stay at the school, after all.
“I’m glad you were here to help me! I don’t know if I could have survived without you!” Avis turned her attention fully to the now-functioning ginger sitting beside her. Kāne was doing something up front, some demonstration or something, but now was about the time in class when she zoned out anyway. Not that it wasn't interesting or anything, but well, it wasn't really interesting. The out of place person next to her was years more exciting.
"Shush!" She shook her head at him, gesturing for him to keep his voice down. "You would have been fine. It was only a transfiguration, after all." In truth, Avis had no idea about the truth of that. She had never really seen a transfiguration to that extent before, but it seemed like something that a proper wizard would say, one that knew what they were doing in the class. Which Avis definetly did.
@Dennis Tumberton
As Dennis settled into his seat and began to find his wits about him, Avis plopped herself back in her own seat, careful to ensure Dennis wasn't about to tumble out as a result of the side effects of this pleasant demonstration. She glanced between him and Professor Kāne, her eyes flicking worriedly back to Dennis every few seconds. Was this natural? The assortment of professors that were here this year all seemed to be rather...apathetic. The DADA professor was practically an assassin, for holden's sake. The potions professor didn't seem to care any more, at least by the classes Avis had had with the man, and she was seriously starting to doubt whoevers job it was to hire all these questionable professors.
Professor Kāne, with his demonstrations that left his students barely functioning, was just another checkmark on Avis' list of awful professors that she certainly would not be telling her parents about. She did still want to stay at the school, after all.
“I’m glad you were here to help me! I don’t know if I could have survived without you!” Avis turned her attention fully to the now-functioning ginger sitting beside her. Kāne was doing something up front, some demonstration or something, but now was about the time in class when she zoned out anyway. Not that it wasn't interesting or anything, but well, it wasn't really interesting. The out of place person next to her was years more exciting.
"Shush!" She shook her head at him, gesturing for him to keep his voice down. "You would have been fine. It was only a transfiguration, after all." In truth, Avis had no idea about the truth of that. She had never really seen a transfiguration to that extent before, but it seemed like something that a proper wizard would say, one that knew what they were doing in the class. Which Avis definetly did.
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
"The odds of hitting your target increase dramatically when you aim at it." Benji Marecos |
Birds of a Feather
Dennis must have still been out of it. He thought he swore Avis said it was just a transfiguration. He got changed into a bird and without warning! He blew sharply out his nose and muttered, “I’d like to see how you like ti, being transforming into a bird…”
He didn’t have much time to think of a better retort as it was that time in the class when the professor asked the students to work in pairs to practice transfiguring various objects into birds. “Avis…” he said turning toward his now partner, he guessed, “Did you know your name is part of avifors? Are you…a bird?” He asked getting up at the instruction of the teacher and taking his place across from where Avis ought to stand.
They were instructed to use any object they found around the room. Grabbing a random ball from another table, whose it was, it didn’t really matter to the Ravenclaw. He tossed it gently at Avis signaling for her to go first. The spell of course, would give the caster some modicum of control over the creature. This gave Dennis an idea. He’d certainly be able to show Avis how difficult it could be to handle a bird.
He didn’t have much time to think of a better retort as it was that time in the class when the professor asked the students to work in pairs to practice transfiguring various objects into birds. “Avis…” he said turning toward his now partner, he guessed, “Did you know your name is part of avifors? Are you…a bird?” He asked getting up at the instruction of the teacher and taking his place across from where Avis ought to stand.
They were instructed to use any object they found around the room. Grabbing a random ball from another table, whose it was, it didn’t really matter to the Ravenclaw. He tossed it gently at Avis signaling for her to go first. The spell of course, would give the caster some modicum of control over the creature. This gave Dennis an idea. He’d certainly be able to show Avis how difficult it could be to handle a bird.
@Avis Marlong
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
Birds of a Feather
“Avis…Did you know your name is part of avifors? Are you…a bird?”
Avis grinned bitterly, leaning in as if she were telling Dennis a little-known secret, one privy to only her, Sabrina, and now him. "Yeah. Avis means bird. My last name is Marlong. It also means bird, I'm bird-bird." This fact, though she hid it best she could, irritated her to no end, as there was no lamer name than "Bird Bird." Sometimes, she figured it must have been a prank that her father made when she was a baby, some quick laughs. Her name could never mean anything cool.
Pearl that keeps a forest. Nope.
He who protects battle enclosure. Nope.
Her sister was at least a torch bird.
Bird. Bird.
Avis shook her head the slightest bit, her eyes narrowing in frustration for just a second before she jumped up from her seat, without giving Dennis the chance to reply. Planting herself across from Dennis, she steadied herself and looked up to find a squishy blue orb hurtling at her. Instinctively, she dropped whatever was in her hand in order to catch it, which in this instance was her wand. It fell to the floor with a clatter, and she brought both hands up to catch the ball.
With a slight flush in her cheeks, Avis knelt down to retrieve her wand, shifting the ball to her left hand. She hadn't really been paying very much attention and wasn't entirely sure what to do, but as long as she didn't fail too badly...she could always just blame it on Professor Kāne's inability to teach. Not that he was a bad teacher or anything. "Avifors"
To her complete delight and utter astonishment, the little origami bird sprouted familiar ginger colored feathers that clung to the body of the bird as it took off into the air.
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis grinned bitterly, leaning in as if she were telling Dennis a little-known secret, one privy to only her, Sabrina, and now him. "Yeah. Avis means bird. My last name is Marlong. It also means bird, I'm bird-bird." This fact, though she hid it best she could, irritated her to no end, as there was no lamer name than "Bird Bird." Sometimes, she figured it must have been a prank that her father made when she was a baby, some quick laughs. Her name could never mean anything cool.
Pearl that keeps a forest. Nope.
He who protects battle enclosure. Nope.
Her sister was at least a torch bird.
Bird. Bird.
Avis shook her head the slightest bit, her eyes narrowing in frustration for just a second before she jumped up from her seat, without giving Dennis the chance to reply. Planting herself across from Dennis, she steadied herself and looked up to find a squishy blue orb hurtling at her. Instinctively, she dropped whatever was in her hand in order to catch it, which in this instance was her wand. It fell to the floor with a clatter, and she brought both hands up to catch the ball.
With a slight flush in her cheeks, Avis knelt down to retrieve her wand, shifting the ball to her left hand. She hadn't really been paying very much attention and wasn't entirely sure what to do, but as long as she didn't fail too badly...she could always just blame it on Professor Kāne's inability to teach. Not that he was a bad teacher or anything. "Avifors"
To her complete delight and utter astonishment, the little origami bird sprouted familiar ginger colored feathers that clung to the body of the bird as it took off into the air.
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
"The odds of hitting your target increase dramatically when you aim at it." Benji Marecos |
Birds of a Feather
Dennis watched as the ball sailed gently through the air. Avis was definitely going to catch it. She…would catch it right? Only now did he realize that perhaps she was a duelist and not a quid player for a reason!
He nearly gasped as she dropped her wand to catch the sphere. “Avis!” Dennis whispered, looking around for the whereabouts of their scary looking professor. “What are you doing, butter fingers?” He said his voice still a little panicked.
For her part, the Ravenclaw acted as if she didn’t just goof. She straightened herself and cast her spell with the precision of a wizard on the Ravenclaw dueling team. In moments , Avis had the bird flapping around the room. “Well done, Ms. Wand-Dropper,” he teased, squaring up to his own object ready to cast.
“Avifors!” Dennis commanded, flicking his wand at his own ball. Sparks shot out of his wand and he could have sworn he heard sad trombone noises. What? He couldn’t bare looking at his partner, especially after having taunting her not once, but twice. “Whatever…” he said. Pouting ever so slightly, he tried again but the same thing happened. He tried a third time and then stopped fearing his failure would draw the attention of the professor. Finally he looked over at Avis, “I’m sure I can beat you in other things…” he mumbled, clearly defeated.
He nearly gasped as she dropped her wand to catch the sphere. “Avis!” Dennis whispered, looking around for the whereabouts of their scary looking professor. “What are you doing, butter fingers?” He said his voice still a little panicked.
For her part, the Ravenclaw acted as if she didn’t just goof. She straightened herself and cast her spell with the precision of a wizard on the Ravenclaw dueling team. In moments , Avis had the bird flapping around the room. “Well done, Ms. Wand-Dropper,” he teased, squaring up to his own object ready to cast.
“Avifors!” Dennis commanded, flicking his wand at his own ball. Sparks shot out of his wand and he could have sworn he heard sad trombone noises. What? He couldn’t bare looking at his partner, especially after having taunting her not once, but twice. “Whatever…” he said. Pouting ever so slightly, he tried again but the same thing happened. He tried a third time and then stopped fearing his failure would draw the attention of the professor. Finally he looked over at Avis, “I’m sure I can beat you in other things…” he mumbled, clearly defeated.
@Avis Marlong
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
Birds of a Feather
“What are you doing, butter fingers?”
Avis tilted her head, frowning at Dennis. Was he mocking her? His words sure sounded mocking, but his tone was panicked, and he glanced about as if scared. Drats. That was wholey unhelpful, and Avis had no idea how she was supposed to respond. She couldn't respond sarcastically, incase he was nervous or something, Nor could she be gentle, since if he was mocking her, that would look beyond lame, especially for a 12 year old.
So she settled for saying nothing. “Well done, Ms. Wand-Dropper,”
Instinctively, Avis gripped the hilt of her wand tighter, in case he were to chuck another round object at her. The only thing worse than embaressment was double embaressment. At least now she knew he was teasing. "Thanks, Mr. Eagle."
She stepped to the side, allowing him to concentrate as he tried to cast, letting up only to mutter a barely audible trombone noise she felt was relevant to the failure. Sure, she had dropped her wand, but at least she could use it.
As Dennis looked over at her she simply raised her eyebrow in the most innocent way possible - or, both her eyebrows. Some people could raise just one. Avis was not one of those people. She was simply an innocent second year looking for a old third year to show her around the spell, wasn't she?
“I’m sure I can beat you in other things…” Avis exaggerated a comforting nod, crossing over to pat him on the shoulder, like a mother comforting her failing son. "I'm sure you could. It was certainly the wands fault, not yours." She tried her hardest to prevent her sarcasm from leaking out, and yet it inevitably spilled over. "Being a bird, for example. I could never have squawked around so largely."
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis tilted her head, frowning at Dennis. Was he mocking her? His words sure sounded mocking, but his tone was panicked, and he glanced about as if scared. Drats. That was wholey unhelpful, and Avis had no idea how she was supposed to respond. She couldn't respond sarcastically, incase he was nervous or something, Nor could she be gentle, since if he was mocking her, that would look beyond lame, especially for a 12 year old.
So she settled for saying nothing. “Well done, Ms. Wand-Dropper,”
Instinctively, Avis gripped the hilt of her wand tighter, in case he were to chuck another round object at her. The only thing worse than embaressment was double embaressment. At least now she knew he was teasing. "Thanks, Mr. Eagle."
She stepped to the side, allowing him to concentrate as he tried to cast, letting up only to mutter a barely audible trombone noise she felt was relevant to the failure. Sure, she had dropped her wand, but at least she could use it.
As Dennis looked over at her she simply raised her eyebrow in the most innocent way possible - or, both her eyebrows. Some people could raise just one. Avis was not one of those people. She was simply an innocent second year looking for a old third year to show her around the spell, wasn't she?
“I’m sure I can beat you in other things…” Avis exaggerated a comforting nod, crossing over to pat him on the shoulder, like a mother comforting her failing son. "I'm sure you could. It was certainly the wands fault, not yours." She tried her hardest to prevent her sarcasm from leaking out, and yet it inevitably spilled over. "Being a bird, for example. I could never have squawked around so largely."
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
"The odds of hitting your target increase dramatically when you aim at it." Benji Marecos |
Birds of a Feather
Dennis had never seen the usually sarcastic and witty Ravenclaw so befuddled! At his teasing, thought there was a moment of panic, she seemed a bit confused how to react. He had expected some of that trademark sass but none, at least for now, was coming. Perhaps it was the fact they were in class and, being a year apart, they were never in the same class together. Different contexts often gave different responses. He would definitely be thrown off his game, for instance, if he saw a professor out in Diagon Alley. That would blow his mind. Obviously, professors were born fully grown and bound to the castle like ghosts! It was the only way these things happened! He’d never want to be a professor for real - very tragic!
She seemed fine in the next moment, however, as she returned his quip. He gave her a feigned hurt expression and a shrug. However when he failed his cast of a second year spell he tried to bluff his way through it - trying to challenge her to some other contest. He was met with the Avis he remembered - giving him a clearly suspicious attempt at encouragement. Well, Dennis would make sure to prove his point. She mocked his bird escapades from moments ago and, in a lower voice, “Hmph, well…wait until after class! I bet I can beat you to the viaduct!”
She seemed fine in the next moment, however, as she returned his quip. He gave her a feigned hurt expression and a shrug. However when he failed his cast of a second year spell he tried to bluff his way through it - trying to challenge her to some other contest. He was met with the Avis he remembered - giving him a clearly suspicious attempt at encouragement. Well, Dennis would make sure to prove his point. She mocked his bird escapades from moments ago and, in a lower voice, “Hmph, well…wait until after class! I bet I can beat you to the viaduct!”
@Avis Marlong
Adult: Makaio Kāne | iNPC: Maria Leung de Almeida
Birds of a Feather
“Hmph, well…wait until after class! I bet I can beat you to the viaduct!”
Avis shuddered a moment at the thought, although she quickly hid it behind an arrogant smirk. She most certainly did not want to go to the viaduct. It seemed a recipe for disaster, a bridge over what was practically a chasm - water hit hard enough, after all, reacted more like a solid. Not that Avis was scared of that, nor the heights. Specifically, Avis was scared of mounting a broom, getting into the air and shooting out over the chasm, having to be saved by another student. If that happened to be Dennis, she would never live it down.
She tried to reconcile this inside of her mind, telling herself the solution was simple: Don't get on a broom over the viaduct. Thankfully, this was a logical enough thought for her to be convinced, and her smirk faded into a competitive grin. The viaduct, huh? I don't know..., her words a satirical unsurity that she hoped would leave Dennis hesitant. She mentioned it no further, but calmly began to pack up her books and notes, slipping her wand into a pocket in her leggings. There was almost no doubt that Dennis was faster than her. No, Avis needed a head start.
As soon as the class period was over, Avis was up and bolting, pausing only to offer Dennis a quick salute and bright smirk.
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis shuddered a moment at the thought, although she quickly hid it behind an arrogant smirk. She most certainly did not want to go to the viaduct. It seemed a recipe for disaster, a bridge over what was practically a chasm - water hit hard enough, after all, reacted more like a solid. Not that Avis was scared of that, nor the heights. Specifically, Avis was scared of mounting a broom, getting into the air and shooting out over the chasm, having to be saved by another student. If that happened to be Dennis, she would never live it down.
She tried to reconcile this inside of her mind, telling herself the solution was simple: Don't get on a broom over the viaduct. Thankfully, this was a logical enough thought for her to be convinced, and her smirk faded into a competitive grin. The viaduct, huh? I don't know..., her words a satirical unsurity that she hoped would leave Dennis hesitant. She mentioned it no further, but calmly began to pack up her books and notes, slipping her wand into a pocket in her leggings. There was almost no doubt that Dennis was faster than her. No, Avis needed a head start.
As soon as the class period was over, Avis was up and bolting, pausing only to offer Dennis a quick salute and bright smirk.
@Dennis Tumberton
Avis Marlong | ”She won't cry or beg for help...she'll isolate from the world and fight her own demons so that nobody can throw it in her face later.” |
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