Post by Felix I. Genero on Aug 27, 2009 13:52:02 GMT -5
[[Sorry, this is a ramble of what had happened to Felix for the past weeks, if you don’t feel like reading it, skip down to the 10th paragraph. Open to whoever but I’d rather someone who’s involved with Felix life.]]
It came to Felix’s realization that he, a fifteen-year-old wizard, knew nothing. After recent events that make Felix comprehend his lack of power, (knowledge being power), and days of reflecting on such events that make Felix have an undying urge to understand. Now he already knew more then any one student, but still, it wasn’t like the enemy was your average classmate. Felix never could predict or imagine what he might have to flee from next, so he could never prepare. Divination was the only subject that Felix had absolutely no skill in. If you couldn’t be prepared to flee, then the next logical step would be prepared to fight. Now, fleeing has the element of actually surviving, but on the other hand, fighting does not. You can try to flee and get killed, but true fleeing resulted in you living another day, while true fighting only means knowing what to do and performing. In a wizarding world as such, it wasn’t easy to know what always to do.
It was this very reason that the 5’10 Head Boy decided to dedicate the last few weeks of his life to the study of everything he did, and didn’t know. Someone once said life is what happens when you are planning how you are going to live, but it was a cost Felix thought great enough. Everyone had the prospective that learning could only be done at a certain pace, Felix always had a different prospective then anyone.
Asides form eating, performing his Prefect duties and occasionally sleeping, the last couple of weeks of Felix’s life had been dedicated to Firefox Universities library. Now almost all the books of value Felix had speed through, but value was relative, just because something wasn’t going to be asked on a final exam for one of the many classes, which Felix was shamefully neglecting, doesn’t mean it’s useless. Because that wasn’t enough, the Head Boy proceeded to dedicate all his allowance and saving on ordering mountains of books for the library. Not just textbooks and instructional learning, but everything. Medical, magical theory, basis of magic, foundations of spells, history and example of everything from fourteenth century duels in Budapest to the anatomy of a leviathan as described by a Greek poet in the forth century B.C..
Felix purchased objects to help with his learning, for example, a shield make from a type of rare earth stone that naturally had a deflecting spell in it’s molecular structure. Felix proceeded to learn all the offensive spells, shoot the rock, and then had duels with himself that would last for hours. On multiple occasions, his own spells would disable him, and he would have to use other means to able himself once more.
Completely isolating himself from the world around him, Felix began to questions his own unsocialization. His excuse was he knew what everyone was feeling and doing anyway from his own refined telepathic skills, why did he need to bother to ask? Before Felix thought reading people’s brainwaves was manipulative and evil, but slowly he became immune to that part of his conscience and did it freely. Transfiguring hundreds of pebbles into mice, Felix practiced day and night picking up their robotic brainwaves. Learning how to decipher them almost subconsciously.
With his telepathic eye in amazing shape, Felix started to realize other things. The vampires were up to no good, united and hungry. The lycans were more hostile towards humans. The Tunnel still was a beacon of fear and chaos. How? Simple. Whenever you make a sound, it emits a ripple in the air. This ripple slowly gets absorbed by mass until it’s nearly invisible. Hypothetically, a loud enough noise could circle around the entire world a couple times before finally disappearing. Brainwaves worked the same way. A ripple through the immaterial world. Enough collaborative brainwave emotions, the strongest kind, emitted from a signal spot is like a tidal wave of information. Although it’s just as easily deciphered as trying to figure out where each drop of water came from initially, it still had an impact on you. The fear, the hunger, the distress ripped through the air, and Felix found himself knowing things he didn’t even know how he knew. Just like your subconscious reads every word it sees, so the eye of the fifteen-year-old was reading the ripples in the unseen air.
Despite the danger, the chaos, the evil in the air they breathed, students were flocking too the school like it was a magnet. Did trouble lure in the young hearts? Did disorder call their names? No matter what the reason, Felix didn’t even bother to read the incoming roaster list of who were the new arrivals. He assumed that if he ever had to know, he could practice reading the ridges written on their brains with the information he wanted to know. As he would walk down the halls, personalities would leap from the page. He ignored some, filed others. Why was he special?
After three weeks of his unhealthy habit of studying and practicing for at least ten hours a day, Felix woke up one morning, staring at his figure in the mirror in his room. He hadn’t actually returned to his dorm in a while, the inexistent librarian didn’t care that he slept on the floor of the back rooms. Felix would just make an invisible bed of magic and destroy it when he woke up. Sometimes he woke in the morning, sometimes he woke in the day. The mirror he gazed into has a person he didn’t know. Taller. Hair a wavy brown mess, like someone had poured chocolate syrup over his overfull skull. Large baggy lines were under his eyes. Dark whiskers lining his chin. Clothes looked like they hadn’t seen water in weeks.
He couldn’t go on like this. He no longer was the innocent little kid who knew too much and always got in trouble. He has changed. He hadn’t changed into a monster, just something new. Better he didn’t know, but new for sure. He hadn’t had pointless fun or a real conversation with a friend in weeks. Sure, he talked to friends, he knew almost everyone except for the newbies. Was that enough though? The dance was tonight. The end of term dance was right around the corner and Felix had barely gone to class in ages. He needed to get out.
[[10TH PARAGRAPH STARTS HERE]]
Falling into bed, Felix actually allowed himself to sleep without magically setting a mental alarm to wake himself up. When he finally woke, the dance had already started, but he didn’t care. He was finally well rested. Taking out his wand, Felix gave it a flick. The brown whiskers vanished, his oily hair clean itself, the bags below his eyes magically disappeared. Torrid always complained that he used magic for everything, but why not? He would feel guilty if he ever didn’t. Irresponsible. With a muttered spell, he purified his robes. The spell did a little too much and all the color also disappeared, leaving perfectly white silky fabric. Grinning, Felix added a rich red color back into the robes, turning the helm a shining golden color. Fixing his hair, which he was tempted to cut, Felix looked at himself once again in the mirror only to show a young man who looked as normal as ever. If only people knew what was running through his head. At any moment he was prepared for a creature who had the power of the gods, or a ghost with infinite dark magic to appear out of nowhere, but right now the only thing that showed was his grin, still forever happy, why? He didn’t know. He didn’t fear anything, so it was stupid joy. People would never know.
Finally arriving into the Feasting Hall, as he entered the doors he was greeted with the sounds, thought and emotions of every single square inch of the room. Dashing out in a second, Felix cough his breath and closed his mind off from the world. Tonight he was going to be normal. Walking back into the massive room, Felix saw romance, reuniting, rejection, and laughter. Tonight he was good old little Felix who had a ton of big sisters, got bullied by Slytherin and got on people’s nerves.
Did I mention Felix was a good actor?doubleclick.
It came to Felix’s realization that he, a fifteen-year-old wizard, knew nothing. After recent events that make Felix comprehend his lack of power, (knowledge being power), and days of reflecting on such events that make Felix have an undying urge to understand. Now he already knew more then any one student, but still, it wasn’t like the enemy was your average classmate. Felix never could predict or imagine what he might have to flee from next, so he could never prepare. Divination was the only subject that Felix had absolutely no skill in. If you couldn’t be prepared to flee, then the next logical step would be prepared to fight. Now, fleeing has the element of actually surviving, but on the other hand, fighting does not. You can try to flee and get killed, but true fleeing resulted in you living another day, while true fighting only means knowing what to do and performing. In a wizarding world as such, it wasn’t easy to know what always to do.
It was this very reason that the 5’10 Head Boy decided to dedicate the last few weeks of his life to the study of everything he did, and didn’t know. Someone once said life is what happens when you are planning how you are going to live, but it was a cost Felix thought great enough. Everyone had the prospective that learning could only be done at a certain pace, Felix always had a different prospective then anyone.
Asides form eating, performing his Prefect duties and occasionally sleeping, the last couple of weeks of Felix’s life had been dedicated to Firefox Universities library. Now almost all the books of value Felix had speed through, but value was relative, just because something wasn’t going to be asked on a final exam for one of the many classes, which Felix was shamefully neglecting, doesn’t mean it’s useless. Because that wasn’t enough, the Head Boy proceeded to dedicate all his allowance and saving on ordering mountains of books for the library. Not just textbooks and instructional learning, but everything. Medical, magical theory, basis of magic, foundations of spells, history and example of everything from fourteenth century duels in Budapest to the anatomy of a leviathan as described by a Greek poet in the forth century B.C..
Felix purchased objects to help with his learning, for example, a shield make from a type of rare earth stone that naturally had a deflecting spell in it’s molecular structure. Felix proceeded to learn all the offensive spells, shoot the rock, and then had duels with himself that would last for hours. On multiple occasions, his own spells would disable him, and he would have to use other means to able himself once more.
Completely isolating himself from the world around him, Felix began to questions his own unsocialization. His excuse was he knew what everyone was feeling and doing anyway from his own refined telepathic skills, why did he need to bother to ask? Before Felix thought reading people’s brainwaves was manipulative and evil, but slowly he became immune to that part of his conscience and did it freely. Transfiguring hundreds of pebbles into mice, Felix practiced day and night picking up their robotic brainwaves. Learning how to decipher them almost subconsciously.
With his telepathic eye in amazing shape, Felix started to realize other things. The vampires were up to no good, united and hungry. The lycans were more hostile towards humans. The Tunnel still was a beacon of fear and chaos. How? Simple. Whenever you make a sound, it emits a ripple in the air. This ripple slowly gets absorbed by mass until it’s nearly invisible. Hypothetically, a loud enough noise could circle around the entire world a couple times before finally disappearing. Brainwaves worked the same way. A ripple through the immaterial world. Enough collaborative brainwave emotions, the strongest kind, emitted from a signal spot is like a tidal wave of information. Although it’s just as easily deciphered as trying to figure out where each drop of water came from initially, it still had an impact on you. The fear, the hunger, the distress ripped through the air, and Felix found himself knowing things he didn’t even know how he knew. Just like your subconscious reads every word it sees, so the eye of the fifteen-year-old was reading the ripples in the unseen air.
Despite the danger, the chaos, the evil in the air they breathed, students were flocking too the school like it was a magnet. Did trouble lure in the young hearts? Did disorder call their names? No matter what the reason, Felix didn’t even bother to read the incoming roaster list of who were the new arrivals. He assumed that if he ever had to know, he could practice reading the ridges written on their brains with the information he wanted to know. As he would walk down the halls, personalities would leap from the page. He ignored some, filed others. Why was he special?
After three weeks of his unhealthy habit of studying and practicing for at least ten hours a day, Felix woke up one morning, staring at his figure in the mirror in his room. He hadn’t actually returned to his dorm in a while, the inexistent librarian didn’t care that he slept on the floor of the back rooms. Felix would just make an invisible bed of magic and destroy it when he woke up. Sometimes he woke in the morning, sometimes he woke in the day. The mirror he gazed into has a person he didn’t know. Taller. Hair a wavy brown mess, like someone had poured chocolate syrup over his overfull skull. Large baggy lines were under his eyes. Dark whiskers lining his chin. Clothes looked like they hadn’t seen water in weeks.
He couldn’t go on like this. He no longer was the innocent little kid who knew too much and always got in trouble. He has changed. He hadn’t changed into a monster, just something new. Better he didn’t know, but new for sure. He hadn’t had pointless fun or a real conversation with a friend in weeks. Sure, he talked to friends, he knew almost everyone except for the newbies. Was that enough though? The dance was tonight. The end of term dance was right around the corner and Felix had barely gone to class in ages. He needed to get out.
[[10TH PARAGRAPH STARTS HERE]]
Falling into bed, Felix actually allowed himself to sleep without magically setting a mental alarm to wake himself up. When he finally woke, the dance had already started, but he didn’t care. He was finally well rested. Taking out his wand, Felix gave it a flick. The brown whiskers vanished, his oily hair clean itself, the bags below his eyes magically disappeared. Torrid always complained that he used magic for everything, but why not? He would feel guilty if he ever didn’t. Irresponsible. With a muttered spell, he purified his robes. The spell did a little too much and all the color also disappeared, leaving perfectly white silky fabric. Grinning, Felix added a rich red color back into the robes, turning the helm a shining golden color. Fixing his hair, which he was tempted to cut, Felix looked at himself once again in the mirror only to show a young man who looked as normal as ever. If only people knew what was running through his head. At any moment he was prepared for a creature who had the power of the gods, or a ghost with infinite dark magic to appear out of nowhere, but right now the only thing that showed was his grin, still forever happy, why? He didn’t know. He didn’t fear anything, so it was stupid joy. People would never know.
Finally arriving into the Feasting Hall, as he entered the doors he was greeted with the sounds, thought and emotions of every single square inch of the room. Dashing out in a second, Felix cough his breath and closed his mind off from the world. Tonight he was going to be normal. Walking back into the massive room, Felix saw romance, reuniting, rejection, and laughter. Tonight he was good old little Felix who had a ton of big sisters, got bullied by Slytherin and got on people’s nerves.
Did I mention Felix was a good actor?doubleclick.