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Post by LEE JI-HYUN on Apr 23, 2024 17:41:36 GMT -5
Lee Ji-Hyun made it on time to class, walked into the room and sat down in the nearest spot. She looked at the other students as she got her book and other materials out of her bag, turned her attention to the professor. She was putting her bag on the floor in front of her feet, when the professor said hello to them and asked them to turn to 490. She opened her textbook, went to the page and looked back at the professor. She continued to listen to him speak, took out her wand and placed it on top of her book. She took notes as he spoke, went page by page in her book to find the answer and before she could find it, heard someone respond to the question.
Continued to listen to other students speak up, then the professor responded back to them and took more notes. She goes back to her textbook, to look for the answer to his question and asks two students what wood is used in their wands.
Post by LISA WHELAN on Apr 24, 2024 2:07:02 GMT -5
Lisa was awakened from her stupor by the sound of the professor calling her name. She hadn’t even realised that she had completely zoned out. Luckily, the two other students answered first so she knew what they were talking about. Could she even remember what her wand wood was? “Err, cypress, sir” she answered eventually. Lisa vowed to pay more attention this lesson as this was something she was actually a tad interested in. RAFE LAUREN
Post by RAFE LAUREN on Apr 24, 2024 9:30:38 GMT -5
“ Thank you. “ He simply said as he began writing out the wood types of the mentioned three students on the board to his right hand side before going back to address the class. “ To an extent, it details certain characteristics about person’s personality, their strengths as well as their abilities and loyalties Mr.McEvoy and Mr.Hilfiger, if anyone was to hypothetically duel someone and win, the loyalties of a wand may reside with the winner but again, in the magical world, everything always changes and some wands may be too loyal to change owners. “ He answered hoping to address both Domnhall and Levi.
“While we can learn e thins about person based off their wood type, it’s important to note that a person with dark interests at heart may also use a wand wood and core that technically is for someone who fights for the good rather than evil and visa versa. Yew wands for example are known to be connected to people that practise the dark arts but one of my friends that is an Auror has a yew wand.”
“Now, here’s our task today, find a partner and your task is to look up each other’s wand wood and cores and tell me what it means.” He then pointed his wand at the three different types of wood that were called out. “Now for homework, you’ll have to research the three different types of woods and tell me in a short Paragraph some interesting facts about that wood type. “. He paused for a second as he highlighted the wood types with the charmed chalk on the board.
“ I will be floating about should anyone need assistance. For now, find a partner, pair up and look up each other’s wand wood. Those Partnered with miss Whelan, Mr.Mulciber and Miss Tran, you and your partner will have to look up a different type of wood of your selection in our textbook within your partner groups. “
“Once completed, I’ll ask you to share your findings with the class. You have fifteen minutes to research and time begins now.”
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Apr 24, 2024 9:59:17 GMT -5
A wand could change its loyalty? That was something Maeve hadn't heard before. She had partaken in so many duels, disarmed or otherwise disabled so many opponents... did any of their wands yield fielty to her afterward, without her knowing about it? Did her own wand betray her like that? She could only remember definitively losing a duel once, but there had been numerous draws that felt like a loss to her. Her eyes studied the wand in front of her as suspicion wormed its way through her mind. If she was ever defeated in combat again, a new wand would have to be purchased - even if she sensed no treason from the current one. It held no sentimental value to her; it was merely a tool. Should it threaten to become unreliable, she would discard it at once.
The lesson was certainly moving at a speedier pace than it usually did with Smith. Maeve jotted down the homework assignment on the bottom of her parchment. The classwork was a simple enough task, since the textbook had a detailed chapter on wand woods and cores. It would only prove complicated if a rarer type of core was not described in detail... such as the one her wand contained. There were only a few brief lines about it included in the book.
She collected her belongings and smoothly relocated herself to another table - next to Julian. "Blackthorn, Horned Serpent horn," she informed him, bypassing small talk entirely. Having explored the meaning of her wand components before, she already knew what Julian would determine. While waiting for her younger housemate to state what core his wand had, the seventh-year found the paragraph on hornbeam.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Apr 24, 2024 21:34:04 GMT -5
As much as Julian loathed to admit it, McEvoy's question posed an interesting concept. Julian studied his own wand thoughtfully, wondering at what the mudblood had queried. Were wands truly a reflection of their owners? And if so, was it possible that they could reveal personal details about their master? Julian had been drawn to this particular wand as it sat high up in the back corner amongst thousands of others, collecting dust. The wandmaker had provided him with several initial options - though his father had scoffed at the option with a Unicorn hair, causing the maker to retract that choice rather swiftly. And of the three trialled in the store, none had suited Julian; the one with a fairy wing core even shooting out of his grasp as though it wanted nothing to do with him or his magic. Eventually, Julian himself had spotted the lone wand placed on the highest shelf, clearly having been left there for years without trial. The wandmaker had erred in caution when providing him with the chance to handle the wand, but that caution proved unnecessary: the core melded to Julian as though it were waiting specifically for him.
The Slytherin had not studied much wand lore previously, so the answer to McEvoys query was one he did not yet have - and could only hope the Professor could provide some clarification on - and thus he maintained adequate attention as Rafe elucidated.
But then the Professor requested that they partner up - and Julian inwardly groaned. Not again. He quickly jotted down the homework task - unwilling to lose grades due to disorganisation - noting the three wood types that had been uttered by the chosen students (including himself): Hornbeam...Cypress...Cherry. Just as he finished writing, a person had already slid confidently into the chair next to him. Aghast at the prospect of a student choosing to partner with him, Julian's disgust was swiftly muted as the air around him turned fragrant, like the fresh dew of morning on one of his runs around the Great Lake; clean. He knew the scent and knew who it was. He settled, not even looking up at her.
Maeve stated her wand wood and core promptly, which Julian scratched onto his parchment before dipping his quill back in his ink pot, lifting his eyes across to the wand he had seen perform powerful magic in unison with its master. "Blackthorn," he repeated to himself, roaming through the pages of their text briefly to land on the section concerning her wood-type. He scanned the information for the task-sake, "a loyal and faithful wand once bonded..." he re-equipped his quill, taking notes, "best suited to a warrior --" he paused, slight understanding flashing across his features, "--explains a lot," it was a light tease, for Julian held Thorne in such high regard, and was quite aware that she was a very capable duellist, and her prowess with magic in general reflected that of a fighter. Completing his notes on her wood-type, Julian moved to her mentioned core: Horned Serpent Horn. It was an exotic core, and to his knowledge was not an accepted core at the prized wandmaker in Diagon Alley. Maeve had previously informed him that she had transferred from Durmstrang, so it was not a surprise that she had likely obtained her wand and its rather unique core from a wandmaker in the far north... Of course, unless her wand was a family heirloom.
He skimmed the vague chapter on her core - silently noting that not much was explained for her particular core. That meant one of two things: either her core was supremely rare and therefore not very well understood; or the author of their textbook lacked knowledge on the core himself. "The Horned Serpent Horn is thought to be an exceptionally powerful wand-core, that resonates even greater power when working in tandem with a sister core of the same serpent, or, in theory, even a core of another species of serpent...This wand-core is particularly sensitive to Parseltongue and vibrates when the language is being utilized nearby...An interesting feature of this core, too, is its ability to sense danger, emitting a low musical tone in warning."
Julian finished the short paragraph, feeling as though a lot about her wand-core was being left unwritten. Such as whether or not those sensitive to Parseltongue were more likely to obtain such a wand "An exceptional core," he allowed his eyes to rest on the wand before her, wondering internally at its judgement on his character. "Have you ever heard it sing?" He queried curiously, wanting to ask her more about her own wand core, but realising they only had fifteen short minutes to compare.
He removed his eyes from her wand, "mine contains Rougarou hair," he revealed, wondering what the text said about his own core - or whether or not it refrained from much information like it had with hers.
Post by LEVI HILFIGER on Apr 25, 2024 11:16:52 GMT -5
Levi was sitting quietly after asking his question when he over heard what. Domnhall had to say.. “ Pardon? “ He asked in a friendly tone unaware and oblivious to the fact that his comments had previously insulted the boy. “ Did you just say what I think you just said? “ He asked with a confused look on his face feeling a sense of warmth running through his body the same type one would feel when they were embarrassed.
He was about to continue with what he said when the Professor began speaking and dictated their tasks for the day. “ Wanna partner up? “ He quickly replied with a smile on his face as he looked at Domnhall with a smiling expression on his face. Before he could even answer Levi followed up with a statement he felt the need to share.
“ Hey, my comments I made before,, I’m sorry if I offended you with that. “ While Domnhalll was a Slytherin, he didn’t exactly know much about him, his interested and dark interests and of course it wasn’t something he could just open up.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Apr 25, 2024 16:57:18 GMT -5
The Ravenclaw's shift from a taunting Subtle McEvoy. Subtle. to wide-eyed innocence was almost believable. Don was forced to wonder if he had misread Hilfiger's intentions and reacted too harshly. After all, the two of them truly had no cause to dislike each other, unless the Ravenclaw felt a distaste for Muggleborns like so many of Don's housemates did. Professor Lauren was already answering their questions, though, so there was no chance to clarify any possible misunderstanding.
Don tried to absorb what the man was saying. Wandlore was a lot like horoscopes, only maybe more accurate. And a wand could be won over by another person... huh. So did Aiden now own the dogwood wand, since he defeated Don in a duel? The Slytherin hadn't noticed any change in his wand's performance since the tournament, but who knew. And it's not like he could test the possibility with Aiden, since the Hufflepuff had graduated over a year ago.
Wisely realising that he wasn't going to remember the homework assignment unless he wrote it down, Don scribbled down the three wand wood names. Before he could even consider who to partner up with, Hilfiger was offering to work together. Holding a grudge was not in his nature; the fourth-year mirrored Hilfiger's smile.
"Yeah, I might have gotten the wrong idea... it sounded a lot like a challenge. It's all good, though." Being looked down on was something he had grown to expect; even getting rid of his accent and becoming a valuable Quidditch player for the house team had not earned him respect. It did stop jinxes and hexes from being launched his way, at least - he was being grudgingly tolerated by his housemates now.
"Glad to work with you," he added. "So my wand's dogwood with unicorn hair. Tail hair, I think. What's yours?" They were about to write magical horoscopes for each other, which seemed like the type of activity his female classmates used to engage in during break time back in fourth grade. This wandlore stuff better be accurate!
Post by MAEVE THORNE on Apr 26, 2024 17:41:06 GMT -5
Knowing what her wand composition said about her character was a source of pride for Maeve. Regardless, she did not appreciate the idea of others being able to learn something about her personality - or inclinations - from a book. Even if most of the information was vaguely positive, the mere fact that anyone could find it and obtain accurate facts about her was unsettling. The reference to blackthorn's usability for Dark Arts was especially irritating - yet another proof of her affinity for the widely-despised branch of magic. While glad that her wand possessed this aspect, she did not want it to be common knowledge.
As Julian was already in the know when it came to her interests, Maeve did not mind him finding a few confirmations in the textbook. Her smile got dangerously close to qualifying for a smirk when the word warrior was uttered. "I don't consider myself to be a warrior, yet..." Defeating a handful of her peers and a few older students in duels did not count as a true battle, but it certainly constituted training for one. "Nevertheless, I am glad the wand sensed what lies in the future for me." She'd had no skill in dueling when she was buying her wand at the age of ten, but these magic instruments did possess mysterious quasi-sentience. Perhaps they could be prophetic at times - or, more likely, she already displayed certain telling traits as a child.
She took notes of her own, briefly describing hornbeam's unparalleled adaptability and the tendency to seek those who possess talent and vision. What vision could that be, in Julian's case? Did he already have one so early in his teenage years, or was he yet to shape one? He wasn't that much younger than Maeve herself - so perhaps...
"An exceptional core. Have you ever heard it sing?"
Her train of thought interrupted, the seventh-year gave a small nod as she remembered the few instances of her wand producing a melody. "A couple of times. No danger was immediately present... however, I noted the warning." One of those times was when she, a twelve-year-old at the time, visited the forest surrounding Durmstrang. The eerie melody that cut through the sudden silence of the woods had startled her and she fled back to her dormitorty, never to learn what had caused it. Another notable occurrence was when she first met her father - her wand sang its warning in a low, barely audible tone Maeve later thought she might have imagined. Perhaps she had - Father never harmed her, after all.
Her own curiosity demanded some answers as well. "Has anyone other than yourself ever tried using your wand?" She knew that other people's wands were not as easy to work with as her own - on the rare instances when she tried, the spells were far less impressive than what she normally produced. Still, she had never encountered one that would completely refuse to do her bidding.
Julian's wand core proved to be just as exotic as her own. Having finished her notes on hornbeam, she turned a few pages to read about Rougarou hair. So little information - yet more than enough to spark a hint of... was it desire? A core with attraction to Dark Arts could be exceptionally powerful - especially when combined with a type of wood that shared the same inclination, and handed to a witch or wizard with skill in that type of magic. Should she try to obtain several new wands? Not just one with a 'superior' core, but also a custom-made weapon to use in combat?
"Your core is enviable as well," she admitted, keeping her voice low to prevent the wrong ears from overhearing. The redhead moved her gaze to the professor, making sure he was not standing nearby. McEvoy was also seated too close for her liking - and, for some reason, paired up with Levi. She narrowed her eyes briefly, before turning away. This must be Levi's method of concealing his views. If so, it was admirable - while Maeve herself made the occasional effort to help a Muggleborn student navigate the castle, and sometimes even offered them advice during a club meeting, she had never gone so far as to willingly work with one in class. Levi must be even more cunning than she'd thought. "Do certain spells come easier than others, when you use this wand?" she inquired quietly, returning her attention to Julian and his wand.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Apr 27, 2024 21:38:51 GMT -5
There was truly nothing written about Maeve's wand that surprised him - though the knowledge that wand-lore remained a practised study he knew little about did mildly concern him. It was a branch of academia that Julian had not considered a necessary pursual, and perhaps that gap in his knowledge would prove detrimental in the future. The idea that wands sought certain criteria in their Masters, and were somehow conscious of deep, internal motivations of a witch or wizard was incredible. One could determine a persons' personality, hint at their allegiances and understand what types of magic they would both excel, and struggle with just from observing their wand.
He wondered at how clinical wand-lore was, or whether it remained largely misunderstood and mystic. For how much could anyone really comprehend about a person based on the knowing of a piece of magical wood?
'I don't consider myself to be a warrior, yet..." She was being humble, and perhaps a little coy, but Julian knew of her talents. On his first day of schooling at Hogwarts, Maeve had given him a tour of the grounds, and they had passed by several cabinets that contained trophies from previous students' accomplishments. He had caught glimpse of her name shimmering there as they passed, and come back at a later date to observe it. She had won the previous years duelling tournament, and thus was immortalised within the halls. Her skill in magic was evident and this, paired with her strategic mind was a dangerous combination. She was both fighter and scholar, and if she continued to hone those talents she would make an irreplaceable ally...or a deadly enemy.
She offered a nod in response to his question about her wands unique ability, and Julian narrowed his eyes at the Blackthorne wand, wondering how it knew of danger - and whether the danger it warned about was more general, or personal to its bearer. She explained that although it had hummed, no danger had been immediately present. "Perhaps none that you could comprehend," his shoulders shrugged lightly. If the wand was truly sentient and could hone in on intent, rather than a threat verbalised or in sight -- that was powerful. "Do you believe, " he began softly, matching her tone so as not to be overheard, "that if someone near you were a traitor - or had ill-intent toward you - that your wand would react?" He wanted to test the theory - perhaps later during one of their secret club meetings. If he could muster enough hatred and focus it on Thorne - would it be enough to set her wand off? Or would it see through the charade?
Julian focused on his own wand now, having finished his notes on Thorne's Horned Serpent Horn wand. His was of Rougarou hair and was quite rare. After discovering what his core had been, Julian had studied the dangerous creature whose hair now resided in his wand: the loupgarou. In his native French it was the word for werewolf: with loup being 'wolf', and garou being 'man who becomes beast'. He had seen sketchings of the magical creature - a terrifying, dark beast that could not be controlled or swayed... Perhaps that was why his wand seemed to cast darker magic with apparent ease - though always seemed to want more.
"No," he responded to her query, "I do not share." It was spoken to his personality of extreme possessiveness that Julian had never allowed anyone to touch his wand, let alone use it. He was aware that wands with an allegiance tended to perform better, more powerful magic than those that were not as compatible with their holder - and he intended to keep that allegiance in its purest form, lest his magic weaken.
Although still rather fascinated at their current discoveries, Julian noticed Maeve observing her surroundings, and so followed her eyeline to see Hilfiger and McEvoy paired up. He felt his jaw twitch at the sight of the two of them smiling at each other, and attempted to swallow the upsurge of disgust. His eyes turned cold and he looked back to his desk, thankfully distracted as Thorne questioned him. "They do," he admitted truthfully, "I have found more difficulty in bending the wand to perform protective magic - it seems to prefer aggression." That likely stemmed from the Rougarou core - all attack to overpower and intimidate the enemy - no defence.
Post by LEVI HILFIGER on Apr 27, 2024 23:15:44 GMT -5
" A challenge? " He replied letting out a small laugh before leaning forward so that only McEvoy would hear. " I don't think many other purebloods would challenge me." He responded as he winked an eye before focusing his attention back to the work at hand. "Dog wood?" He replied as he began flipping his textbook a few pages trying to find a reference to his particular wood type. " Says here the wood is capable of performing some powerful magic under difficult conditions however it also says that it's unable to perform non-verbal magic." He looked up at McEvoy and wondered how he would be able to perform non-verbal magic if his wand wood is known to not be able to perform non-verbal.
His eyes looked back at Domhnall for a few seconds before feeling a sudden shiver run down his spine. His ears had started to feel a burning sensation and for a second, he thought he was being cursed. His eyes frantically scanned the room before noticing the sets of eyes staring at him from Maeve and Julian. He glanced at both of them and simply winked an eye though it almost looked like Julian was disgusted. It was here that Levi suddenly started to ponder if Dom was actually a pureblood or something less. Surely a Slytherin member being a pureblood was a common instance but it was rare to find someone less than half blood.
" Huh?" He responded bringing his attention back to Dom before listening to what he asked when a sudden thought voiced out of his mouth. One he should of kept quiet. " Do you think blood purity could affect the magic one can use? Like you know how wands have different personalities, does blood purity change that? " He asked casually and in a friendly tone so as to cover up his real intentions of finding out what exactly did the McEvoy's hail from.
Post by CALVIN KLEIN on Apr 28, 2024 0:51:54 GMT -5
Being a transfer student, Calvin always disliked when it came to finding a partner to work on a task. He was often left alone to work on his own considering not many people knew him. When told to find a partner, Calvin simply opened his book and waited to see if anyone would interact with him. His wood and core was quite exotic compared to the known three in the front of the textbook chapter. Looking around, he spotted Julian and was about to make his way over when he saw he was already paired up. For now, he continued to read through his textbook before waiting to see if anyone would partner up with him.
Post by HENRI ROWLE on Apr 28, 2024 1:37:58 GMT -5
Having to find a partner was always a difficult task for him. He looked around and waited to see if anyone would approach him to partner up with him. He didn't have an exotic wand or something to boast about but he knew he needed to get through the class. Sighing, he opened up his book and began to take down a few notes of his own as well as getting a head start on completing the homework assigned.
Post by DOMHNALL MCEVOY on Apr 28, 2024 8:49:22 GMT -5
Levi's choice to state that not many purebloods would challenge him was odd. Why purebloods, specifically? Perhaps he was some sort of celebrity in their circles. "Why not? Are you a famed duelist?" Other than attending the dueling club and taking part in one tournament, Don wasn't interested in magical combat as a sport. This pale-haired teen could have a fearsome reputation in that field, for all he knew.
He was immediately distracted by the mention of non-verbal magic. It was supposedly pretty difficult to cast without speaking an incantation. Don had never even attempted it, since there had never been a need to. "Really? That's a bummer... isn't it mandatory to use non-verbal magic in class starting, like, sixth year?" Maybe it wasn't mandatory, but some of his older friends had complained about professors' demands to do so. Would he be exempt from that type of exercise if his wand just refused to obey, or would that be another reason for bad grades? The latter, probably - he couldn't imagine any professor caring if dogwood was feisty; they would just tell him to try harder or get another wand.
Following Levi's wandering gaze, Don spotted two Slytherins looking his way with what he read as perplexity and disapproval. He had always gotten the feeling that Thorne disliked him, though she was civil during Quidditch practice and even lent him a Firebolt... He still had the broom and was hoping she'd forgotten to retrieve it from him. It cost a few hundred Galleons, but she was rich, wasn't she? The act of generosity had been welcome, since his own shabby broom was slow and unreliable. Yet Don couldn't shake off the suspicion that she had hated having him as part of the team - only he couldn't tell if it was because of his Muggleborn status, or because he was just a little too loud sometimes. Seated next to his former captain was the French transfer student, Julian. Despite the two of them sharing a dorm, Don couldn't say he knew much about his fellow fourth-year. He probably loathed Don, but then again, he seemed to loathe most people. Although he had a spiky personality, there could be a good guy buried deep within... even if a heavy-duty excavator was required to dig him up.
The question posed by Levi made the Slytherin turn back to his partner. "Do you think blood purity could affect the magic one can use?" Where on Earth did that come from? But Levi was a Ravenclaw, so maybe it was simply genuine inquisitiveness speaking rather than... something much more troubling. "You know, I used to think that could be the case. In my first year, purebloods seemed so much better at most spells - I thought being a Muggleborn really made me somehow inferior in certain types of magic. Especially Transfiguration and Charms." For someone still learning about the magical world, those two subjects were fairly difficult - and it was disheartening to observe some of his classmates perform the spells almost effortlessly. "But now I think it's all because purebloods get to practice spells at home. They can break underage magic laws and not get caught because they live in a house full of magic." That was ridiculously unfair. Purebloods - and most half-bloods, too - started out with the benefit of knowing the magical world from an early age, some probably got access to a wand way before they were supposed to, and they could keep practicing over the summer. The presence of their parents somehow hid the fact that an underage witch or wizard was casting spells. If a Muggleborn tried the same, the Ministry would punish them.
Post by ILONA KYLLI ROWLE on Apr 28, 2024 19:39:00 GMT -5
Ilona had not been much in the mood to participate in class that day, simply listening as other students answered the substitute professor’s questions, and jotting down any important notes. Part of her wondered why she had chosen to keep that class after her OWLs. She knew why, as she considered history important. After all, if one wanted to avoid making the same mistakes over and over again, one had to learn from the past. She usually found history quite interesting, at least in her own research. The class itself, however, could be a bit tedious.
Luckily this professor was a bit more engaging than their typical instructor, and the class was moving at a much faster pace than usual, with the group now splitting off into pairs to study more about their individual wands. Rising from her seat, she moved to grab the seat beside the new transfer student. He had mentioned earlier in the class having an unusual core, and Ilona was interested in finding out more, since Professor Lauren hadn’t really delved much into the subject other than a brief mention. “Mind if I join you?” She asked before sitting down, dropping her bag on the ground next to her, and placing her wand on the desk. “Hornbeam, Dragon Heartstring.” She stated her own wand specifications immediately, hoping to quickly get to the crux of the assignment.
She hoped her volunteering to go first could be seen as some show of faith, in case he was wary to share his wand core and wood with her. After all, as mentioned previously in the class, every wizard’s wand was quite personalized, so it could be a bit revealing to share such information between peers, particularly with a stranger.
Post by JAROD RAINES on Apr 29, 2024 1:35:33 GMT -5
Jarod sat in class as he listened closely the minute the professor started talking. He glanced around and back at the Professor. Jarod took out the book and turned to the page he was asked. Then he put his wand down next to his book and looked it over. Jarod had to think about what kind of wand he had as he wasn't really sure. He did accidently hit his book almost knocking it off the table, as he tried to figure out what wand he had. Luckily Jarid caught his own wand before it fell off the table. He made a slight face at that. Then Jarod quickly caught his own wand before it fell off the table. He sighed to that and then he continued to exmind his wand.