Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 28, 2009 0:40:08 GMT -5
Talon watched a strange occurrence happen before him, and wasn't even entirely sure the details of what it was, making it much more difficult to describe his reaction. What he did understand fully, though, was that a strange halfway transformed black-haired blond boy was berating him in the middle of his office.
Of course he'd learned that some things were true even when they seemed out of the ordinary. Any wizard did, but Talon had seen no reason to believe that Phugsius was ever a sixteen year old boy, and even still, a sixteen year old boy performing this level of magic? He had only seen one man ever do it before - Lord Azrael himself, years ago before the Shadow War. For this reason it was easier to believe that all this was a conjured prank. Besides, it wasn't like Talon knew everyone's back story inherently.
"Wait, did you say Hogs-" he was cut off, however, by Conor's exclamation of figuring out the anti-Phugs. Talon hoped this spell would work, though he doubted it would. Still, if this didn't work, he'd have to resort to other measures...or at least get some answers out of Phugsius before he resorted to those measures.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 0:58:49 GMT -5
Phugsius felt the end of a wand placed on his head
"Finite Incantatem, Revenio Exemplar!"
Phugsius felt his whole core shake. He collapsed to a knee gasping his hair changing color, his bones cracking and reforming themselves. He let out a scream, his whole body was suddenly aching. He remembered this feeling from the night he did this to himself. He fell on the ground writhing in pain and agony. The pain slowly melted away and he felt no change from before as his pain subsided. He was still twelve but it clearly was having an effect. This wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. The boy struggled to his feet breathing heavily. "It.... was.... working"
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 28, 2009 1:16:36 GMT -5
Talon watched the boy writhe in agony in a fashion that could not be simply acting and felt his heart on the verge of breaking. Besides, the hair changing color, the bones cracking...all of this was clearly transfiguration at work. The sixth year's level of Transfiguration clearly wasn't enough to undo this specifically powerful spell that Phugsius had cast on himself. Where had he ever found an incantation such as this, which kept others from undoing the spell?
It was about time he rolled up his sleeves. Talon was no fool to the ways of Transfiguration, but he hadn't expected a challenge this difficult. Well if magic was going to be difficult with him, it was time he was difficult with magic. He actually did roll up the sleeves of his robes before he closed his eyes and began to wave his wand in complicated patterns and opened them again to look on Phugsius's whole body.
"Magicam de suprum corpum omnium finite!" Talon shouted, a beam of light overtaking the Slytherin's whole body.
Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 28, 2009 1:21:09 GMT -5
Why on earth... But that spell... Conor simply couldn't understand it. He had never heard of any spell, any kind of Transfiguration, that could not be undone with that spell. Well, there was the chance that... Phugsius could have accidentally, of course, cast a transfiguring hex on himself, one perhaps intended to be used against someone else. This could be dark magic.
Conor would not have been surprised. Slytherin's weren't known for their intelligence.
Talon, though, seemed to know what to do. As the Headmaster began his magic, Conor returned to his place across the room, essentially BACKING THE FUCK UP.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 28, 2009 1:36:04 GMT -5
Phugsius immediately fell back to the ground as he returned to his feet. A bright light took over his body. With the light he felt his body change. Every bone shifting sent his body reeling into pain. His screams tempted glass to break. His legs and arms grew longer his body expanded. This was it. His memories flashed through his head like a slide show fast forwarded. He saw the night he had turned and he passed out. His screams ceased but his body continued shifting and changing and the boy lay on the ground. His hair was still black, but the main thing was that boy was now 5'7 and looked like the 16 year old he should have been. His clothes had torn because of the dramatic growing he had done but he drew in breath. He was lying on the ground unconcious in his own serene blackness.
Post by Conor Driscol on Jul 28, 2009 1:55:18 GMT -5
"That was..."
The biography was right. Talon Windwaltz was a master of Transfiguration. On the ground in front of him was laying a sixteen year old boy where a twelve year old was only moments before. Somehow the headmaster had used a spell that sounded right ancient, and reversed whatever dark magic the Slytherin had gotten himself into.
"...Amazing. Can you show me that, Headmaster? I mean, later. This is hardly the time..."
He carefully walked over to where the crumpled up Slytherin lay and shyly poked the boy with the toe of his shoe, to see if he was responsive.
"And, uh, should we wake him up now? Looks like he could use a rest, but I would really really like to know what kind of dark magic he managed to get himself into."
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 28, 2009 5:35:21 GMT -5
"It's relatively advanced magic," Talon responded almost immediately to the curious Hufflepuff as soon as he'd finished speaking. "Most wizards, once they get to that level of Transfiguration, often stop speaking incantations aloud so you never really hear that sort of thing...but I had to put all the effort I could into making him what you see now." He walked forward and pulled the Slytherin over to take a look at his face.
His true form. The Headmaster was very curious about this certain Slytherin, this certain Phugsius of Hogsmeade, who went to such a level to learn Elementalism as to turn himself into a child to masquerade right under Talon's roof. That spell, as Conor had said, was definitely dark in nature, and Talon was left wondering if this teenager wasn't exactly the best in nature of wizards. And if that was the case, the Elementalist wondered to himself, whether or not it would ever be right and proper to teach him the art that he had come here to seek.
And why? Why did he want it so badly in the first place? There were so many questions that were now to be pondered. "Look at his hair, Conor. I don't doubt you walk in the light, but remember that Dark Magic can never be completely erased. It will always leave traces, to remind you that you are weaker than it. Pride, greed, envy and lust are powerful tools of the Dark Arts that it will exploit to make your ambitions never fade. His hair will be black forever, no matter his attempts to change it."
That being said, Talon whispered, "Locomotor Corpus," and once again unwillingly pulled the older Phugsius into the air so that he was upright and capable of being moved. "We shouldn't wake him, you're right. Let's bring him to the Hospital Wing, let him recuperate there. You saw the level of pain that he was in."
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