Post by Rowan on Apr 9, 2006 15:26:45 GMT -5
Rowan stood in front of the ruby phoenix reflecting on the past few hours. He had not been overly suprised to find this castle a school of magic, but he did wonder what could possibly be here for him. Granted he thought wryly, I wonder that about every place I come too. Still, he had decided to make this castle his stomping grounds, for a while at least, and to do so he would need the headmaster's permission.
Talon Windwaltz. The name called up more ghosts, giving him a hint of danger, and camraderie. Half formed images flashed before his eyes, too fast to remember, but leaving lasting impressions. Images of dark forests, flashing lights, howling wolves.....
Shaking his head to clear it, he wondered, not for the first time, what his connection to the Magical World was. True, he woke with a wand in his pocket, a wand that made his body tingle when he touched it. But it was a wand he couldn't use. Throughout his travels, many a witch and wizard tried to teach him some basic magic. But no charm, hex or curse, no matter how simple, he tried ever worked for him.
He was beginning to think he was a squib, and cursed his lack of memory agian. Still, standing here like a fool was not going to help his current problem. It had taken him a while to find this place. Getting lost and backtracking through the many halls of the castle, dodging the tricks that every macigal castle seemed to enjoy putting in the way of those who would walk thier halls. But he had managed, as he always did, and now he found himself in front of the magnificent phoenix, carved from solid ruby, that guarded the Headmaster's office. But there was still one little problem....
Where the hell was the handle?
Shrugging, Rowan decided that the Headmaster probably wouldn't be in his office anyway. He had heard something about an attack. He would try the Great Hall, he decided. Or the Hall of Feasts, or whatever it was called.
Rowan turned and started down the maze of corridors and passageways again.
Talon Windwaltz. The name called up more ghosts, giving him a hint of danger, and camraderie. Half formed images flashed before his eyes, too fast to remember, but leaving lasting impressions. Images of dark forests, flashing lights, howling wolves.....
Shaking his head to clear it, he wondered, not for the first time, what his connection to the Magical World was. True, he woke with a wand in his pocket, a wand that made his body tingle when he touched it. But it was a wand he couldn't use. Throughout his travels, many a witch and wizard tried to teach him some basic magic. But no charm, hex or curse, no matter how simple, he tried ever worked for him.
He was beginning to think he was a squib, and cursed his lack of memory agian. Still, standing here like a fool was not going to help his current problem. It had taken him a while to find this place. Getting lost and backtracking through the many halls of the castle, dodging the tricks that every macigal castle seemed to enjoy putting in the way of those who would walk thier halls. But he had managed, as he always did, and now he found himself in front of the magnificent phoenix, carved from solid ruby, that guarded the Headmaster's office. But there was still one little problem....
Where the hell was the handle?
Shrugging, Rowan decided that the Headmaster probably wouldn't be in his office anyway. He had heard something about an attack. He would try the Great Hall, he decided. Or the Hall of Feasts, or whatever it was called.
Rowan turned and started down the maze of corridors and passageways again.