Post by Niobe Wattson on Aug 30, 2009 22:28:56 GMT -5
OOC: First post Phugs
The Hufflepuff had been spending way too much time at the Dueling Fields. First it was the lessons with Phugsius and then it had been two straight days after the encounter with him in the Library. Indeed several students gave the red head odd glances whenever they walked past her and the girl hadn’t been seen in lessons since the ultimatum had been put before her. When the possibility of losing your only friend in a foreign school in a foreign country was put before you, you studied and studied hard. And that was what Niobe was doing.
Days of waving her wand, looking in spell books that lay scattered on the scorched grass around her, they had both passed both quickly and slowly. Bright red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail of which the ends were slightly singed. Hands and arms were wrapped tightly in bandages from her first attempts at the spell and there was a nasty cut across the girl’s pale cheek where shrapnel had caught her being too slow. Even with the most passive of spells Niobe had always found volatile results. Now this was a dangerous spell and they results were even higher.
Grass was burnt black and there were holes where there had been explosion. Rubble scattered the ground when one of her mis-used spells had exploded a rather large rock into tiny pieces. But despite all the damage Niobe was getting little results.
The spell would come and go, when it came it was unreliable and didn’t do what she intended it to. The flame would either be too small to be useful or too large to be handled, and would scare the girl and cause more problems. That was when she had burned her arms, and several places on her robes. Every time a spell had gone poorly she wondered why Phugsius chose to put her through this. What she had done was by total accident, he was purposefully putting her through this with something dangerous. What crime could she have possibly committed? He knew what would happen, he had to after the time he spent with her.
Dark circles were under her blue eyes which weren’t reflecting the bright moonlight of the evening. It was the night of the second day, Niobe figured Phugsius was going to come and find her and see if she had learned it. That was why she was taking every moment she had even if it meant risking being on the grounds at night. The Hufflepuff was standing on her small area of destruction, her shoulders slumped and her eyes closed. She licked dry lips and waved her wand in a motion that was so familiar now she was past the initial aching of her wrist.
“Incendio!” The girl swore that was all she was going to be able to say by the end of two days. Her voice was hoarse and she watched as a small jet of fire spurted from her wand, nothing really substantial but it was there. It made the girl want to cry, she didn’t know if it was going to be enough. Her wand arm was shaking, and she sat down on the grass and rubbed it out.
It was days like this she cursed her wand skill. Niobe would have traded her abilities as potions to be able to handle a proper wand. It was like rubbing in her face that she was not a proper witch. Had that been Phugsius’ intent? To show her she wasn’t a proper witch, which is why her spellwork had gone so awry when it came to him?
More tears prickled at her eyes, and she shook her head to rid herself of them. The Hufflepuff knew she should get up and try again before she was found, but now that her tired legs were sitting she didn’t feel like moving from her spot. Starlight and moonlight illuminated the Field peacefully, and under it one could see the ashy tone to her pale skin. Too much work, too short a time, too volatile a spell, it had taken it’s toll on Niobe. But if this is what he wanted, he got it.
The Hufflepuff had been spending way too much time at the Dueling Fields. First it was the lessons with Phugsius and then it had been two straight days after the encounter with him in the Library. Indeed several students gave the red head odd glances whenever they walked past her and the girl hadn’t been seen in lessons since the ultimatum had been put before her. When the possibility of losing your only friend in a foreign school in a foreign country was put before you, you studied and studied hard. And that was what Niobe was doing.
Days of waving her wand, looking in spell books that lay scattered on the scorched grass around her, they had both passed both quickly and slowly. Bright red hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail of which the ends were slightly singed. Hands and arms were wrapped tightly in bandages from her first attempts at the spell and there was a nasty cut across the girl’s pale cheek where shrapnel had caught her being too slow. Even with the most passive of spells Niobe had always found volatile results. Now this was a dangerous spell and they results were even higher.
Grass was burnt black and there were holes where there had been explosion. Rubble scattered the ground when one of her mis-used spells had exploded a rather large rock into tiny pieces. But despite all the damage Niobe was getting little results.
The spell would come and go, when it came it was unreliable and didn’t do what she intended it to. The flame would either be too small to be useful or too large to be handled, and would scare the girl and cause more problems. That was when she had burned her arms, and several places on her robes. Every time a spell had gone poorly she wondered why Phugsius chose to put her through this. What she had done was by total accident, he was purposefully putting her through this with something dangerous. What crime could she have possibly committed? He knew what would happen, he had to after the time he spent with her.
Dark circles were under her blue eyes which weren’t reflecting the bright moonlight of the evening. It was the night of the second day, Niobe figured Phugsius was going to come and find her and see if she had learned it. That was why she was taking every moment she had even if it meant risking being on the grounds at night. The Hufflepuff was standing on her small area of destruction, her shoulders slumped and her eyes closed. She licked dry lips and waved her wand in a motion that was so familiar now she was past the initial aching of her wrist.
“Incendio!” The girl swore that was all she was going to be able to say by the end of two days. Her voice was hoarse and she watched as a small jet of fire spurted from her wand, nothing really substantial but it was there. It made the girl want to cry, she didn’t know if it was going to be enough. Her wand arm was shaking, and she sat down on the grass and rubbed it out.
It was days like this she cursed her wand skill. Niobe would have traded her abilities as potions to be able to handle a proper wand. It was like rubbing in her face that she was not a proper witch. Had that been Phugsius’ intent? To show her she wasn’t a proper witch, which is why her spellwork had gone so awry when it came to him?
More tears prickled at her eyes, and she shook her head to rid herself of them. The Hufflepuff knew she should get up and try again before she was found, but now that her tired legs were sitting she didn’t feel like moving from her spot. Starlight and moonlight illuminated the Field peacefully, and under it one could see the ashy tone to her pale skin. Too much work, too short a time, too volatile a spell, it had taken it’s toll on Niobe. But if this is what he wanted, he got it.