Post by illiya on Oct 8, 2005 17:56:58 GMT
Illiya sat up expectantly as the parchment landed in front of her. She loved this class, it was one of a few that didn’t leave her feeling inept and clumsy. The ink blot stared up at her defiantly from where it lay on the desk, but Illiya was not intimidated in the least. She knew she had some small measure of talent in this area and she dived into her ratty, well-worn bookbag to hunt for her wand. After a few moments of furious searching, Illiya sat back up in frustration and blew a little puff of air upward that sent her tendrils of hair dancing around her face. With a look of sudden, dawning realization, Illiya reached up to her bun and pulled out the wand that had been holding it in place. She set her wand down and pulled her hair back up into a messy ball at the back of her head, securing it this time with a spare quill. Illiya was so fixated on the project before her that she didn’t even hear the giggles of other students when she slipped the large feather quill in place. Its fluffy purple plume stuck out of her hair at an angle and left her looking like a buccaneer who’d misplaced her hat.
She pushed the parchment back from her to study it carefully, repeating the words of the spell over and over in her head. As she did so, her arm began to mimic the wand movements needed for the incantation to work. After she was sure she had it as right as she could without proper practice, Illiya held the paper aloft in one hand and pointed her wand at it. In a clear confident voice, very unlike any Illiya ever used outside of class, she spoke the words for the incantation. “Evanesco Difusto” Illiya fancied that the black spot got a tiny bit lighter and she set about her second attempt. “Evanesco Difusto!” This time, the blot cleared considerably, leaving the word ‘Gryffindor’ showing a deeper shade of black in the middle of what seemed now like a sickly bruise on the paper. One more try produced just the slightest hints of red in the letters of Gryffindor and on her fifth try, the paper cleared until the word shone out as bright as blood. The only sign of the ink blot left behind was a vague dark ring around the edges of where it had been and try as she might, Illiya just could seem to get rid of it. She turned her attention to the Professor and looked hopefully at the woman as her hand rose in the air.
Professor McGonagall was very good at teaching, perhaps she would have some words of wisdom to offer as to what Illiya had done wrong.
She pushed the parchment back from her to study it carefully, repeating the words of the spell over and over in her head. As she did so, her arm began to mimic the wand movements needed for the incantation to work. After she was sure she had it as right as she could without proper practice, Illiya held the paper aloft in one hand and pointed her wand at it. In a clear confident voice, very unlike any Illiya ever used outside of class, she spoke the words for the incantation. “Evanesco Difusto” Illiya fancied that the black spot got a tiny bit lighter and she set about her second attempt. “Evanesco Difusto!” This time, the blot cleared considerably, leaving the word ‘Gryffindor’ showing a deeper shade of black in the middle of what seemed now like a sickly bruise on the paper. One more try produced just the slightest hints of red in the letters of Gryffindor and on her fifth try, the paper cleared until the word shone out as bright as blood. The only sign of the ink blot left behind was a vague dark ring around the edges of where it had been and try as she might, Illiya just could seem to get rid of it. She turned her attention to the Professor and looked hopefully at the woman as her hand rose in the air.
Professor McGonagall was very good at teaching, perhaps she would have some words of wisdom to offer as to what Illiya had done wrong.
