Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 5, 2012 11:46:22 GMT -5
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Teagan Monolayre removed an herbology book from her shelf and began flipping through it until she came to the flower that matched those from before--in other words, the flowers that decorated the crowns placed upon her and Orca's heads by a nymph named Asphodel. These crowns disappeared mysteriously at some point after they exited the Nymph Woods. She remembered her own bangs floating freely and Orca brushing his hands through his own crown-less hair. They would have notice if the crowns simply fell off somewhere--the witch assessed that the pair of them were astute enough, even if they were dilly-dallying with a couple of her inventions at the time...
Eventually, she came upon the delicate star-shaped flower under the flower named "asphodel." So nymphs are either named after plants or come from them? She felt as if a new society had completely opened up at her whimsical touch like a mysterious blossom growing in a bizarre location. Essentially, it had.... Asphodel the plant and Asphodel the nymph. Curious.
Her eyes studiously read the author's writings.
......Right. So. Both she and Orca were given crowns formed of flowers of the dead. Crowns that had since vanished. Teagan Monolayre was not quite sure how to interpret that.
Perhaps, rather than being crowns welcoming the pair into death, they merely symbolized the word of Mother Nature. It seemed Asphodel did not know the future, so this was probably not a premonition of death. Perhaps, as the roots were used in the Wiggenweld Potion, it symbolized waking them to nature...
The Monolayre figured she should neither analyze this further without more information (it was possible the myths were only myths) nor tell Orca the meaning of the dainty flower.
Eventually, she came upon the delicate star-shaped flower under the flower named "asphodel." So nymphs are either named after plants or come from them? She felt as if a new society had completely opened up at her whimsical touch like a mysterious blossom growing in a bizarre location. Essentially, it had.... Asphodel the plant and Asphodel the nymph. Curious.
Her eyes studiously read the author's writings.
Asphodel (also Royal Staff, Asphodel Rameux, Branched Asphodel, King's Spear, White Asphodel) comes from the lily family. Although native to Europe, it became endemic worldwide and has long narrow leaves. The plant has many branches that consist of terminal white flowers with six petals, each of which bear a brown streak up their centers. They bloom in spring, and their bulbs can be made into bread. The fruit are small round capsules, and the plant grows best in acidic soils. It has both magical and non-magical uses.
In Corsica, A. ramosus is known as the flower of the dead. The bulbs explode like fireworks when heated, much to the joy of children during the feast day of Saint John the Baptist.
According to Greek myths, the Underworld includes a meadow of asphodel in the Elysian Fields. This was sacred to Persephone, the goddess of spring and the Underworld, who was wed to Hades. This was planted near graves since people of times believed it to be a favorite food of the dead.
In Victorian Flower Language, this flower symbolized regrets in not following one to the grave.
Magical Uses. Asphodel root is used in various potions, including the Draught of Living Death and the Wiggenweld Potion. The first will put one into a sleep simulating death while the second awakens one from such a slumber.
......Right. So. Both she and Orca were given crowns formed of flowers of the dead. Crowns that had since vanished. Teagan Monolayre was not quite sure how to interpret that.
Perhaps, rather than being crowns welcoming the pair into death, they merely symbolized the word of Mother Nature. It seemed Asphodel did not know the future, so this was probably not a premonition of death. Perhaps, as the roots were used in the Wiggenweld Potion, it symbolized waking them to nature...
The Monolayre figured she should neither analyze this further without more information (it was possible the myths were only myths) nor tell Orca the meaning of the dainty flower.
05:00
Her fingers etched out a letter the school as she dipped her quill into ink once more. She wrote as neatly as she could on the parchment before nimbly setting it atop her desk to dry. "Atop her desk" as in atop the various notes and diagrams and runic designs atop her desk--her otherwise very neat and well-organized household was completed with surprisingly messy an crowded bookshelves and a large wooden desk and a four-person table that might once have offered enough room for someone to sit and eat.
Speaking of eating, had she ingested anything other than water since the previous sunset?
Speaking of eating, had she ingested anything other than water since the previous sunset?
07:00
Sunlight flickered through the two large windows of her apartment. Anyone who peered inward would only see a dark illusion in her windows, as if the curtains were drawn.
Teagan scanned over the redrawn designs for her magic-neutralizing chain. Yes... Perhaps, this way, she could do just what she wanted. Tired violet eyes flickered over to an aged book that seemed to peek at her obtrusively from the shelf.
She brushed some loose hair from her low ponytail back over her shoulder and continued working.
Teagan scanned over the redrawn designs for her magic-neutralizing chain. Yes... Perhaps, this way, she could do just what she wanted. Tired violet eyes flickered over to an aged book that seemed to peek at her obtrusively from the shelf.
She brushed some loose hair from her low ponytail back over her shoulder and continued working.
09:00
The amateur inventor dropped a pen to the ground and placed her latest chain around it. She watched as the ballpoint pen did not even wobble; it merely lied languidly in her carpet. Her spidery fingers brought two ends of the chain near one another. They suddenly lurched and twisted as magnets pulled their matching ends into a kiss and completed the design, putting two runic symbols together like a puzzle piece.
Connection made, the runes lit up, a glow darting through them one-by-one as the pen stretched and flipped, quickly popping back into a quill.
The light show and untransfiguration ceased.
Teagan smiled.
After scribbling out a few more notes about tests to perform on this new, possibly perfected, magic-neutralizing chain, she put a hand to the candelabra she lit hours before. Pale wax dripped sluggishly from the candles, forming shapes as though tears from an aged face.
Focusing and trying to wield magic wandlessly, she waved her hand slowly over them and managed to snuff out two. Annoyed, she concentrated harder and more quickly, with sharper determination and focus. Darkness fluttered throughout the room.
Her hand tingled, but she had improved over the years. After all, apparation and transforming into one's animagus form and back were both instances of well-practiced common wandless magic. Well, animagi were perhaps not so common...
She wandered to the curtains, encompassing her apartment in complete darkness before burying herself in her bed.
Almost as an afterthought, the witch kicked off her black tennis shoes.
She probably needed to buy new ones. Repairing charms would only go so far...
Connection made, the runes lit up, a glow darting through them one-by-one as the pen stretched and flipped, quickly popping back into a quill.
The light show and untransfiguration ceased.
Teagan smiled.
After scribbling out a few more notes about tests to perform on this new, possibly perfected, magic-neutralizing chain, she put a hand to the candelabra she lit hours before. Pale wax dripped sluggishly from the candles, forming shapes as though tears from an aged face.
Focusing and trying to wield magic wandlessly, she waved her hand slowly over them and managed to snuff out two. Annoyed, she concentrated harder and more quickly, with sharper determination and focus. Darkness fluttered throughout the room.
Her hand tingled, but she had improved over the years. After all, apparation and transforming into one's animagus form and back were both instances of well-practiced common wandless magic. Well, animagi were perhaps not so common...
She wandered to the curtains, encompassing her apartment in complete darkness before burying herself in her bed.
Almost as an afterthought, the witch kicked off her black tennis shoes.
She probably needed to buy new ones. Repairing charms would only go so far...
13:15
Unable to return to sleep, Teagan walked around her apartment, half-seriously and half-carelessly checking her wards. She was tired.
14:00
Teagan returned to bed.
16:00
Teagan got up, poured herself a bowl of cereal, ate the cereal, and took a shower. After reading through her letter a couple of times, she went into town (yes, even in front of people) and owled it to Morgan's office at Firefox. She declined to just walk a couple doors down and slip it under her door or something... Something like that felt too informal. Besides, she might have to talk to or hold conversation with a former underclassman of hers, which would simply be tragic.
She considered officially registering as an animagus.
Considered.
She wandered into the Nymph Woods to and fro a couple of times to ensure she could and ascertain the night before had not merely been a peculiar dream.
She pulled her abnormally straight hair back into a low ponytail.
She considered officially registering as an animagus.
Considered.
She wandered into the Nymph Woods to and fro a couple of times to ensure she could and ascertain the night before had not merely been a peculiar dream.
She pulled her abnormally straight hair back into a low ponytail.
18:00
A few experiments later and a rubber stopper made for new chain (one carved by hand from a cheap muggle rubber eraser and not by magic), she packed her new toy into the enchanted satchel that hung over her shoulder and across her chest to rest at her hip.
Yes, an enchanted satchel.
After plodding out of her apartment complex, she apparated, chain and all (unlike the last prototype, this chain had no qualms with her apparating or even putting it in enchanted containers), to the old Diadem Fortress she liked the haunt.
...And appeared in some woods.
Teagan Avarielle Monolayre scowled inwardly, apparating a couple of more times to test the Fortress. It continued to deflect her, probably intending to lose her in a maze of some sort. It was a type of complex hiding magic she had practiced thousands of times.
She lightly tapped her long fingernails against a pocket of her jeans, feeling the sturdy, slightly rough texture.
Who the fuck had blocked her from her latest skeleton-ridden playground?
Yes, an enchanted satchel.
After plodding out of her apartment complex, she apparated, chain and all (unlike the last prototype, this chain had no qualms with her apparating or even putting it in enchanted containers), to the old Diadem Fortress she liked the haunt.
...And appeared in some woods.
Teagan Avarielle Monolayre scowled inwardly, apparating a couple of more times to test the Fortress. It continued to deflect her, probably intending to lose her in a maze of some sort. It was a type of complex hiding magic she had practiced thousands of times.
She lightly tapped her long fingernails against a pocket of her jeans, feeling the sturdy, slightly rough texture.
Who the fuck had blocked her from her latest skeleton-ridden playground?