Post by Novus Sapinti on Feb 13, 2008 19:00:38 GMT -5
At the gates to Firefox University was a man. He was not especially tall, just the usual height. He looked younger then he acted, a face of about a twenty-year-old. With a darker shade of skin and a highly distinguishable nose he was most definitely foreign, and most likely a native of somewhere near the Mediterranean. His hair was slick and highly stylish, sandy brown minute curls gelled back with magic most assuredly. The eyes of the man were by far the most interesting feature; they were not red, purple, silver or any other extravagant color, just a warm greenish-blue, but what made them enchanting is the way they moved. When he enters a room, he could look at everything, take in every detail, analyze it in a second. His eyes flashed about like lightning, as if completely intrigued by everything. He was indeed doing just that. Everything interested him, and anything that did, being everything, he would learn until there was nothing left to learn, which was never. You might conclude this to be a major dilemma, but somehow Novus, that is the man we are talking about, managed in life. He didn’t only manage, but also he over excel in, well as I said, everything.
Not to get ahead of ourselves, Novus was still standing in the snow, for it lightly was flurrying in the courtyard of Firefox University. His robe was more of a large jacket, make with designer thick black leather, trimmed with some kind of fur from most definitely a magical animal. He had bewitched the fur to keep him warm, so even though his stylish, thin, black, button-up-the-front shirt was unbuttoned two buttons, he still felt warm as his villa back in Italy.
Novus’s face was not in a grin, smile or frown, but more of a smile of mischief and of that of a young artistic teen with a bottle of spray paint. Seeing a small pile of snow had gathered, without even taking his athletic arms out of the interior of his robe, Novus Accio’ed over a clump of the frozen crystallized compacted water to hover in front of him. Without ever even moving a muscle, except to now completely grin, the young wizard shot the snowball like lightning over to the back of a poor Hufflepuffs head. The student, who looked about a fourth year or so, turned to look. Novus, never admitting to his mischief, looked around innocently and shrugged. The ‘Puff was befuddled; half confused, half angry, he kept walking on. Novus immediately had to stop from laughing. He would have to restrain his goofy side from the students; he needed them to take him seriously.
Walking up the short steps to the great Arch of Firefox, the wizard entered the Great Hall. It was truly magnificent to a normal person, but to Novus, who spent his life growing up in the greatest Academy in Italy, thought not much of it, yet he would have to remember to complement the Presidi on it. Removing his lush coat, giggles of girls, Ravenclaw by their robes, embarrassedly laughed as they passed him. Smiling and winking, Novus watched as they left the hall. He was going to like it here.
His coat miraculously fit in his messenger bag, which he kept at his side always. It was enchanted by him to hold almost anything he would ever need and it so far had done just that. He once, after fighting off a lose baby dragon who amazingly learned the art of incendio at a young age, Novus was all scorched and burnt, finding a abandoned classroom he found a portable shower in his bag and a fresh dress robes for a ball. He never figured out how they got there but he always wondered.
Novus was a man of adventure and full of bravery, yet still he was a man with too much brain upstairs. He was so sly and mischievous that the polizia recruited him too many times to count. Lastly he was a man of humor and humility, he never cared what people thought of him, even though it was normally good. He was so diverse in his personality, when he was eight-years-old, when the tassonomia cappello was placed on his skull, it let out a scream and burst into flame. The Presidi was so confused, he let Novus pick which facoltê he wished. In the end he choose Gryffindor only because he knew that being a lion was like a curse of ill fate. Ill fate was like an omen of adventure to the young Novus so that was his house for the next ten years of his life.
Determined to find where the Presidi lived in the great castle, Novus foolishly didn’t ask one of the many students about. After wandering the halls in search of it, Novus guessed it was on the tallest tower, like at the Italiano Accademia. Soon after finding a dead end at the Ravenwood Tower, Novus took a long hall, he greatly admired this Accademia. It was so much more fun. Sure, it didn’t have the dragon farm, or the ocean, the weather was bad, no frescos, nothing. But still, the stories he heard from it, the adventures that would be in store, they were irresistible.
As he walked, Novus started to greet the portraits, getting to know them. He did not bother with the statues, seeing they were not animated, but soon after talking to an abstract portrait of a one-eyed witch, one statue caught his eye. He had seen the creature before, his people called it the Incendio Uccello. He remembered that it was normally called a beautiful name, the Phoenix. It was a beautiful work of art, perfetto in every detail. The rich crimson looked alive! A creature as such could not be passed over.
Speaking with a thick Italian accent, Novus smiled at the bird.
“Ah! Now there’s a perfetto Incendio Uccello beyond imaginablo. Your red crimson feathers are so bella!” Taken back by surprise, the statue started to move. At first he thought it was a trick of the eye but then he realized that this was no illusion. “What? You do not like my Italian?” He was answered by the sight of a door. “Ah! It is the Presidi, no?”
Smiling, Novus walked up to the door and pounded the knocker against the rich wood.
Not to get ahead of ourselves, Novus was still standing in the snow, for it lightly was flurrying in the courtyard of Firefox University. His robe was more of a large jacket, make with designer thick black leather, trimmed with some kind of fur from most definitely a magical animal. He had bewitched the fur to keep him warm, so even though his stylish, thin, black, button-up-the-front shirt was unbuttoned two buttons, he still felt warm as his villa back in Italy.
Novus’s face was not in a grin, smile or frown, but more of a smile of mischief and of that of a young artistic teen with a bottle of spray paint. Seeing a small pile of snow had gathered, without even taking his athletic arms out of the interior of his robe, Novus Accio’ed over a clump of the frozen crystallized compacted water to hover in front of him. Without ever even moving a muscle, except to now completely grin, the young wizard shot the snowball like lightning over to the back of a poor Hufflepuffs head. The student, who looked about a fourth year or so, turned to look. Novus, never admitting to his mischief, looked around innocently and shrugged. The ‘Puff was befuddled; half confused, half angry, he kept walking on. Novus immediately had to stop from laughing. He would have to restrain his goofy side from the students; he needed them to take him seriously.
Walking up the short steps to the great Arch of Firefox, the wizard entered the Great Hall. It was truly magnificent to a normal person, but to Novus, who spent his life growing up in the greatest Academy in Italy, thought not much of it, yet he would have to remember to complement the Presidi on it. Removing his lush coat, giggles of girls, Ravenclaw by their robes, embarrassedly laughed as they passed him. Smiling and winking, Novus watched as they left the hall. He was going to like it here.
His coat miraculously fit in his messenger bag, which he kept at his side always. It was enchanted by him to hold almost anything he would ever need and it so far had done just that. He once, after fighting off a lose baby dragon who amazingly learned the art of incendio at a young age, Novus was all scorched and burnt, finding a abandoned classroom he found a portable shower in his bag and a fresh dress robes for a ball. He never figured out how they got there but he always wondered.
Novus was a man of adventure and full of bravery, yet still he was a man with too much brain upstairs. He was so sly and mischievous that the polizia recruited him too many times to count. Lastly he was a man of humor and humility, he never cared what people thought of him, even though it was normally good. He was so diverse in his personality, when he was eight-years-old, when the tassonomia cappello was placed on his skull, it let out a scream and burst into flame. The Presidi was so confused, he let Novus pick which facoltê he wished. In the end he choose Gryffindor only because he knew that being a lion was like a curse of ill fate. Ill fate was like an omen of adventure to the young Novus so that was his house for the next ten years of his life.
Determined to find where the Presidi lived in the great castle, Novus foolishly didn’t ask one of the many students about. After wandering the halls in search of it, Novus guessed it was on the tallest tower, like at the Italiano Accademia. Soon after finding a dead end at the Ravenwood Tower, Novus took a long hall, he greatly admired this Accademia. It was so much more fun. Sure, it didn’t have the dragon farm, or the ocean, the weather was bad, no frescos, nothing. But still, the stories he heard from it, the adventures that would be in store, they were irresistible.
As he walked, Novus started to greet the portraits, getting to know them. He did not bother with the statues, seeing they were not animated, but soon after talking to an abstract portrait of a one-eyed witch, one statue caught his eye. He had seen the creature before, his people called it the Incendio Uccello. He remembered that it was normally called a beautiful name, the Phoenix. It was a beautiful work of art, perfetto in every detail. The rich crimson looked alive! A creature as such could not be passed over.
Speaking with a thick Italian accent, Novus smiled at the bird.
“Ah! Now there’s a perfetto Incendio Uccello beyond imaginablo. Your red crimson feathers are so bella!” Taken back by surprise, the statue started to move. At first he thought it was a trick of the eye but then he realized that this was no illusion. “What? You do not like my Italian?” He was answered by the sight of a door. “Ah! It is the Presidi, no?”
Smiling, Novus walked up to the door and pounded the knocker against the rich wood.