Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Nov 25, 2009 20:52:45 GMT -5
After finishing her sentence, Gwyneviere was immediately struck by the feeling that she said something wrong. Oh, god, she thought. Her feelings were rarely wrong. Perhaps it was a survival instinct of some sort.
Lorraine's floppy wand seemed to flop even more than usual. In fact, it simply flopped out of the poor dear's hand. It rolled harmlessly on the grass.
Gwyneviere allowed herself a silent sigh of relief.
She quietly lifted the magical tool from the ground and glanced over it in her hands. Perhaps Lorraine's problem was a lack of common sense rather than a magical block.
Mr. Waldo?
"Excuse me," said Gwyneviere with a joking frown and a smack atop the hufflepuff's head. "Do I look like a mister to you? Keep that up, and I'll have to make you start calling me madame.
"Your focus to me seems really terrible, dear," said the gryffindor, fondling the wand. "Do you take care of yourself? You know, get plenty of sleep, eat right, keep your stress levels down? In order to perform spells well, you must be able to think well. Okay?"
This girl was not hopeless. She just seemed to lack some common sense. That idea explained why she called people bugs and everything! It simply had to be true.
Besides, Lorraine wasn't wearing any shoes, and it was effing cold out.
"Do you want to have a, uh... lunch break right now?"
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 26, 2009 23:12:47 GMT -5
"Uwah," Lorraine vocalized, cringing slowly from the smack. She'd already been smacked twice by Gecko Gwynie--maybe that was how she conveyed her love? If that was the case, that meant Gecko Gwynie really liked her! The Hufflepuff fidgeted, a vacant smile spreading stupidly across her face. She liked her! Gecko Gwynie liked her! She was really happy!
Not entirely sure how to phrase her explanation that Mr. Waldo was her wand and not Gecko Gwynie and anyway Gecko Gwynie wasn't a mister but that didn't even matter because Gecko Gwynie was Gecko Gwynie so she couldn't have been Mr. Waldo anyway, Lorraine settled for nodding dumbly at nothing in particular.
"Um," she said in a small voice that seemed to use up more air than she was used to, "I'm normal. I--" Lorraine paused, perplexion at the number of situations she was answering to showing plainly in her expression. "--sleep a lot? Mostly when the sun's out. It's warm. That's nice."
She blinked blearily. Now for the next question--did she eat right? Wait, what did "eating right" mean again? She ate a banana for dinner yesterday, was that healthy? Bananas are healthy, right? And she was going to have lots of pasta for lunch today, so that was healthy too, right? So she was eating right, probably! "Yeah, I'm eating right!" she exclaimed fraily and with more enthusiasm than was required. "I ate a banana for dinner yesterday," she added, as if that would prove her point. "It was a tiny little banana. It was cute. And, I'm not stressed at all." The blonde nodded triumphantly, pleased she could pass all of her tutor's expectations. Whether or not she could think well was something else altogether (what did "thinking well" mean, anyway?), but since she had all the qualifications Gecko Gwynie had listed out, that meant she was, right? Because Gecko Gwynie definitely knew what she was talking about.
".....Lunch?" she lilted dreamily, vaguely wondering why Gecko Gwynie hadn't returned her wand yet. At least it hadn't hurt any froggies today! Or bugs. Or Gecko Gwynie, she thought, mildly horrified at the idea. "Pastaaa? I want pasta, pasta would be really good." Her pleasant expression faded, briefly. "I can still try some more though." And absently clenched her unfeeling toes.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Nov 27, 2009 11:42:12 GMT -5
Although Lorraine said otherwise, Gwyneviere believed her guesses were right on target.
"If you're sure... How about you get some lunch after you change the bear's color back to white, alright? The sooner you succeed, the sooner you get to eat! Let's do this thing!"
She gingerly handed the wand back and removed herself from the line of fire.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 27, 2009 18:40:53 GMT -5
"Okay," Lorraine agreed, smiling vacantly as she accepted her wand. So she was supposed to change the bear back to white? That should be okay, right? She'd started doing it before, but maybe Gecko Gwynie wanted the whole thing to turn white all at once? The girl tapped her chin with Mr. Waldo, then practiced the wand motions demonstrated earlier by twitching her wrist around lethargically. "Okay, Mr. Waldo, ready for lunch? Pasta and everything?" Lorraine made a lackluster effort to straighten her slouching posture. "Fhi-night incanntadum, fiinighd incantatum." She took a shallow breath, then flopped her wand menacingly at the now-muddy stuffed bear. "Fhinight incahntatum--?"
Flash.
Lorraine blinked owlishly at all the pretty spots in her vision, patiently waiting for them to clear up. Staring at bright things wasn't a very good plan, she reasoned, though all the fun little dots raining down her line of sight were kind of fun--
The stuffed animal now had a splotch of white ringing one of its eyes, though every time she blinked the area seemed to get a little smaller. The whole thing hadn't turned back to white, yet, though, and Gecko Gwynie said she could have lunch only after the whole thing (?) went white. The Hufflepuff leveled her wand waveringly at the toy. It was fine if she just kept going, right?
And wave. "Fienighd incanatatum." Ah, that wasn't four syllables-- The bear gained a speckling of white. "Fhinighd incantatum," she cajoled, flapping her wand. Roughly half the stuffed animal was white now. Maybe she should be closer? Lorraine slid forward. "Fienight incantatum--" Another mini flash, and--was that a tiny thunk? The girl rubbed idly at her eyes (really, all that flashing couldn't be good for her brain), vacuously realizing it was her wand hand she was using and that Mr. Waldo wasn't stabbing her in the eye, which meant that oh my, she had just assaulted the now mostly-white Mr. Teddy with her wand.
She scuttled forward a few steps, crouching in front of where Mr. Waldo and Mr. Teddy were making friends. "Sorry, Mr. Teddy. Are you okay, Mr. Waldo?" she asked wanderingly, plucking unsuccessfully with cold fingers at her fallen wand.
"Oh, hey, hey, Gecko Gwynie!" Lorraine turned slowly to face her tutor, still crouching. "Look, look, Mr. Teddy's kind of white now!"
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Nov 27, 2009 21:37:19 GMT -5
"Yes, great job! It's an excellent start," said Gecko Gwynie with an enthusiastic smile. "Now just try a little more. Then, we can go get some delicious pasta to fill our stomachs with.
"So far, it looks like you don't have enough power in your spell, but it's still working correctly. Try giving it a sharper flick at your wrist--like this--but make sure to hold onto your wand, okay?" she continued with a small demonstration again. "If you lose your wand during your incantation, the spell will fail anyway. Remember: more power!"
Man, I am so glad I'm not between her and that bear, were the gryffindor's thoughts on the matter.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Nov 28, 2009 18:21:08 GMT -5
A great job! An excellent start! And maybe Gecko Gwynie was even going to eat pasta with her! Today was beautiful; really nice. She wanted it to be today forever.
So--sharper flicks? Make sure to hold onto Mr. Waldo? More...power? Lorraine finally picked up her wand, albeit with the help of both sets of spindly fingers, and quite a bit of dirt. She wasn't using enough power? Her wand waving wasn't sharp enough? The girl flexed her fingers experimentally, mildly disconcerted at how they seemed not want to move at all. Could she still do the right wand flicking when she was holding onto Mr. Waldo with both hands? Probably not, it was probably against some magic rule--but it couldn't hurt to try, could it? At this point, Lorraine wasn't entirely sure her fingers would bend enough to be able to securely fasten on her wand, if the state of her toes were any indication.
Slowly straightening her knees from their bent position (and nearly falling over in the process thanks to a particularly energetic gust from the nearly stagnant air), the Hufflepuff delicately shook some dirt from her grip, wrapping all ten of her fingers around her wand as much as she could. Fienight incantatum, fighnighd inncantadum. Lorraine pointed her wand at the red-spotted bear, practicing swings vaguely reminiscent of an executioner's falling blade. Undo, undo, undo. Pasta pasta pasta. And with that, she jerked her wand up into a position perpendicular to the ground (poking herself quite viciously in the cheek), garbled out a "fighnight incanntatum" filled the the force and vigor of a figurative hungry child leaping at its figurative plate of pasta, and let the force of gravity snap Mr. Waldo down towards the plush.
A flash approaching violent lit the immediate vicinity, and both bear and girl were repelled from each other; the girl moreso than the bear. Blinking bemusedly at her surroundings, Lorraine's eyes finally cast on the stuffed animal, and a wondering smile stretched across her pale face.
"Gecko Gwynie, Gecko Gwynie, look, look, Mr. Barry's all white now! He's all white, can we have pasta now?"
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Nov 29, 2009 19:44:21 GMT -5
Lorraine wielded her weapon with both hands.
Oh, this isn't good, thought Gwyneviere, backing up a few more feet.
Regardless of the flash of light and serious rebound, the spell actually worked. The gryffindor was stunned. Lorraine wasn't lacking in magical talent--the only things she lacked in were the fundamentals (AKA common sense).
This was great! That hufflepuff would improve at this in no time.
"Excellent job, Lorraine! I'm proud of you!" Man, she was glad she was not in that bear's place. It was a good thing she decided to practice in the Dueling Field. "Let's go get some pasta, then. You can get the hang of that spell after you fill your stomach, okay?
"Do you want to ask for some pasta from the kitchen here?"
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 1, 2009 1:34:42 GMT -5
Gecko...Gecko Gwynie was p-proud of her? She was really, really doing an excellent job? Lorraine's lip quivered. She was so, so happy, more happy than the time she'd thought she had found a regal fritillary (but had ended up just a monarch butterfly), more happy than the time she and her parents realized that she could do magic, more happy than unburnt toast and convenient food source and sunny afternoon naps and digging in the dirt.
Lorraine launched herself at her tutor with more perhaps even more energy than she had used in the past three months combined. "Time for p-p-pasta now?" she managed tearfully, her wand flailing about in a mildly dangerous manner. "Will you eat pasta with me? And," here she thoughtfully contemplated her shoeless feet and nearly frozen fingers, "can we eat inside?"
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Dec 1, 2009 8:15:08 GMT -5
Gwyneviere wasn't sure of what she did, but apparently she became something like Lorraine's master in an instant.
She watched warily as the hufflepuff flailed her wand about like a psychotic fairy.
"Careful with that thing," she said. "You'll poke someone's eye out.
"Certainly, I can eat with you. Where do you think the kitchen is? On an iceberg? Of course, it's inside! Would you like to lead the way, dear? You're so hungry, you could probably sniff it out a mile away."
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 2, 2009 1:35:24 GMT -5
"Okay," Lorraine agreed--because poking people's eyes out was certainly no good at all, so even though she really wanted to keep practicing and get better (because she was improving! Really!) at magic, she stowed her wand back out of sight. They were going to practice more after lunch and pasta, anyway, so she would have lots of time to show Gecko Gwynie how amazing she was at teaching. Assuming she would retain all this fancy magic information after lunch.
Really? Gecko Gwynie was going to eat lunch with her? And they were going to eat indoors? A vague smile spread across her vacant expression. And here she thought they were going to order food from the kitchen somehow and eat outside, like a picnic! And even though it was nice and sunny, it was a tiny bit too muddy and chilly to have a picnic, and Lorraine was mostly sure Fashionable Gecko Gwynie might not want to eat outside on a day like today, though Lorraine herself didn't have much objection to it. Aside from the fact she was quite sure she would be able to properly enjoy her pasta due to her fingers' new-found inability to even curl around a wand (because, after all, Fashionable Gecko Gwynie might not appreciate her slurping away at her noodles without any silverware at all, though she and her parents had done it all the time).
"Okay, let's go, let's go," Lorraine babbled cheerily, already turning towards the hulking building some ways off in the distance. Because the food place was in the castle, and she could actually see the castle from where she was, and since the food place was almost right after going in the big big gate, it shouldn't be too hard to find it, right? Probably? "Pasta, pasta, we're going to have pasta," she informed the muddied white bear.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Dec 2, 2009 10:10:41 GMT -5
What have I gotten myself into? Gwyneviere asked herself for the hundredth time in the past hour.
Nevertheless, she contained her sigh, and put on a happy, complacent face. She followed the bug girl, who was probably about four to five years younger than her and probably had just as poor of a sense of direction.
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