Post by Protégé on Jul 27, 2007 13:36:09 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Protégé had been in Spain. He knew that when wizards left school, they often left and traveled around the world to learn of other wizards and how they work. While that wasn't the original intention of Protégé, that's what he ended up doing. Of course, he wasn't out of school yet. This coming year would be his last before he was out into the world. That is, provided he was let out of it. With how much school he missed, how little he had participated in anything recently, it'd be a wonder if he could actually pull off enough skill to make it out of school.
Of course, that's why he'd gone traveling, wasn't it? At first, it had just been to get a new wand. After he lost his wand against the shadows, all the wands he borrowed felt awkward, weak, reluctant to work. So, he traveled, traveled until he found a good wandmaker. Of course, all wandmakers annoyed him with their prattling, making him try hundreds of wands that were already made. It wasn't until the end of the school year that he found someone worthwhile. Granted, the man was eccentric, crazy, and had Protégé do most of the work to make the wand (at least, that's how Protégé saw it), but the wand the man had provided worked for him like none other had.
Since the school year was almost over, he spent time traveling to learn how to use the new wand, and possibly learn stuff to make up for what he missed. Reaching to his side, he felt the reassuring presence of the simple little stick that gave him control over his talents. 13 inches long, made of mahogany, it was a very nice wand. The core of it was unusual, kelpie hair, but then, who said that normal was best? The mahogany core gave it a beautiful reddish sheen, well worth the hardships to get. And the kelpie core provided an interesting story of its own. However, all Protégé was focused on was how it worked, and for him, it was like a perfectly tuned guitar.
His final stop before his return to school was the Triangle Tunnel. He needed to stock up on supplies for school, on potions supplies, robes, and all sorts of other things that a wizard needs. The cloak he wore now, the only one he had, was originally one of his school cloaks, but after all the traveling, the black had faded, and the wear of the road was evident on it. The other clothes he had, the ones on him, survived a little better, but jeans were built to survive work, and a t-shirt didn't really need to look impressive. The green eyes were still darting, and the hair was still unkempt and a dusty blonde, though turning darker. His appearance now was one similar to his when he first came to Firefox, but with the difference of age.
Turning out of the huge crowd, Protégé shoved and pushed people until he got to the edge, where he found a relatively clear area along the shops where he could rest for awhile. He thought he might find some people from Firefox here, preparing for the school year also, but so far he had seen no one. Could just be a coincidence, or maybe there weren't that many people. Well, I'll be one, so there's one more. he thought.
Of course, that's why he'd gone traveling, wasn't it? At first, it had just been to get a new wand. After he lost his wand against the shadows, all the wands he borrowed felt awkward, weak, reluctant to work. So, he traveled, traveled until he found a good wandmaker. Of course, all wandmakers annoyed him with their prattling, making him try hundreds of wands that were already made. It wasn't until the end of the school year that he found someone worthwhile. Granted, the man was eccentric, crazy, and had Protégé do most of the work to make the wand (at least, that's how Protégé saw it), but the wand the man had provided worked for him like none other had.
Since the school year was almost over, he spent time traveling to learn how to use the new wand, and possibly learn stuff to make up for what he missed. Reaching to his side, he felt the reassuring presence of the simple little stick that gave him control over his talents. 13 inches long, made of mahogany, it was a very nice wand. The core of it was unusual, kelpie hair, but then, who said that normal was best? The mahogany core gave it a beautiful reddish sheen, well worth the hardships to get. And the kelpie core provided an interesting story of its own. However, all Protégé was focused on was how it worked, and for him, it was like a perfectly tuned guitar.
His final stop before his return to school was the Triangle Tunnel. He needed to stock up on supplies for school, on potions supplies, robes, and all sorts of other things that a wizard needs. The cloak he wore now, the only one he had, was originally one of his school cloaks, but after all the traveling, the black had faded, and the wear of the road was evident on it. The other clothes he had, the ones on him, survived a little better, but jeans were built to survive work, and a t-shirt didn't really need to look impressive. The green eyes were still darting, and the hair was still unkempt and a dusty blonde, though turning darker. His appearance now was one similar to his when he first came to Firefox, but with the difference of age.
Turning out of the huge crowd, Protégé shoved and pushed people until he got to the edge, where he found a relatively clear area along the shops where he could rest for awhile. He thought he might find some people from Firefox here, preparing for the school year also, but so far he had seen no one. Could just be a coincidence, or maybe there weren't that many people. Well, I'll be one, so there's one more. he thought.