Kirah said
Ptsch logic. I suppose you could use that.
Well.
I am a Ravanclaw....isn't logic and intellect supposed to be our thing?
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Well.
I am a Ravanclaw....isn't logic and intellect supposed to be our thing?
This is true.
Then again, even MORE people would take notice and even get more angrier and suspicious when an outspoken anti-wizard reporter suddenly stops doing just that.
Then again, even MORE people would take notice and even get more angrier and suspicious when an outspoken anti-wizard reporter suddenly stops doing just that.
Prints Avoid said
So much talk of helping Muggles. Honestly, the wizarding world should just say, "Hey, go ahead an use all the nuclear energy you want. Let us be and we'll just vanish away the waste for you and set up some protective charms just in case." Or just design a generator that can take advantage of summoning, banishing and duplication spells. If anything, energy companies are probably the people driving this anti-wizard movement. A whole world-wide community of people who can break the law of conservation of energy with a few words and gestures? That's bad for business.
Help? Sure!
Make way for greed and lack of respect for the environment to have absolutely zero consequence? Nope.
Now....to concoct a potion to make Olesia completely lose her memory....
Amelia being interviewed: "Here, have some tea and take a seat by all means; rest your weary bones. And yes it is tea. Drink up."
ONLY KIDDING. She would never do something like that.
Amelia being interviewed: "Here, have some tea and take a seat by all means; rest your weary bones. And yes it is tea. Drink up."
ONLY KIDDING. She would never do something like that.
I'll have time tomorrow to write a full on post for once! Expect something grand, Salty. ^_^
Prof. Amelia Hawkins - Headmistress of Ravenclaw
With the discussion turning to even greater amusement with the idea of Muggles and Magical sorts working arm in arm with the other, his relentless optimism over the thought was just as entertaining to say the least. "While I agree with you, Professor; I think you are a step or two ahead of current times. As fervent as either side seems to sharpen their teeth and maintain the segregation, they seem equally unwilling to budge." Snapping her book shut instead of continuing her reading, the process of such forward thinking was actually a remarkable sight. Rarely had she ever met a similarly thinking soul.
Upon hearing more of his story however, her expression turned to literal sorrow.
"No child should ever have to endure such persecution, let alone from their own family." She began hesitantly, intertwining her fingertips and resting them easily upon her lap while her gaze continued to meet his. "Though my story is not far from the same. My mother was a witch, and my father a Muggle. He divorced her once I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter, and I was determined to help support my family. I came here as a student with the mindset that my mother wouldn't have to ever work if I won the right kind of profession. In the end....I was able to earn enough gold that my mother was able to live comfortably until the end of her days. Then, after she passed away, my old mentor decided that I should be his replacement."
With his smile at her joking appearance, Amelia could not help a slightly embarrassed grin. "See? I suppose I'm not as forgettable as I hoped I would be! And thank you, I'm sure I might be calling upon your assistance at one point or another."
With the discussion turning to even greater amusement with the idea of Muggles and Magical sorts working arm in arm with the other, his relentless optimism over the thought was just as entertaining to say the least. "While I agree with you, Professor; I think you are a step or two ahead of current times. As fervent as either side seems to sharpen their teeth and maintain the segregation, they seem equally unwilling to budge." Snapping her book shut instead of continuing her reading, the process of such forward thinking was actually a remarkable sight. Rarely had she ever met a similarly thinking soul.
Upon hearing more of his story however, her expression turned to literal sorrow.
"No child should ever have to endure such persecution, let alone from their own family." She began hesitantly, intertwining her fingertips and resting them easily upon her lap while her gaze continued to meet his. "Though my story is not far from the same. My mother was a witch, and my father a Muggle. He divorced her once I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter, and I was determined to help support my family. I came here as a student with the mindset that my mother wouldn't have to ever work if I won the right kind of profession. In the end....I was able to earn enough gold that my mother was able to live comfortably until the end of her days. Then, after she passed away, my old mentor decided that I should be his replacement."
With his smile at her joking appearance, Amelia could not help a slightly embarrassed grin. "See? I suppose I'm not as forgettable as I hoped I would be! And thank you, I'm sure I might be calling upon your assistance at one point or another."
Minerva Fairchild - The Lion's Fang
It was rather difficult to believe her ears the moment that Sho continued to speak. To her, his idealism when it came to honor was foolish at best, borderline even to childish naiveté. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she stood steadfastly in her ideals by presenting to him a simple, but eloquent point: "It is the victors who write history, dear boy; not those who are cut asunder. You would do well to honor that notion. People sing songs of those who are ruthless and precise, sure perhaps they may rejoice in your honorable ways for now...but if killed, they would sing for not much longer."
When her complimented her sword, Minerva could not help what could little else be called than a prideful expression. Smoothly moving to the hilt at her hip, she slowly drew the blade so that it could shine beautifully in the midday sun. Upon leaving its resting place, the blade would seem to resoundingly hum in a faint tone, which Sho could now hear as she lofted it closer to him so that he might inspect it.
He would then be able to see the ancient looking runes that lay along the flat, of which they seemed to gently refract the light that was cast upon them. "This blade's name is Durendal," she whispered softly, with a briefly forlorn expression passing her gaze. "It was my father's weapon, and it would still be his if he had not fallen from grace" Sheathing that blade, she drew the second sword that lay upon her backside, and brought it up for him to observe.
"This one is named Caladbolg." She began, as the runes from this one were newer, and more evident. "This is my personal sword gifted unto me by my family upon passage of a Lion's rite. This is the one I used against you." The resounding hum from that blade sharply ceased as she sheathed it as well. "As you can see, they're no ordinary weapons. Each are crafted by the Fairchild family weapon smiths with runic techniques that have been passed down over a millenia. These blades are as rare as they are priceless, as they are also a focusing iris for Fairchild Family magi."
"Not all nobles' arrogance is ill-placed, I suppose..." she began at first, only to be interrupted by another. This time it was via the reprimand of another who criticized her and Sho alike for the damage that they had dealt. Nodding slightly, she reached inside her thinly lined coat and extracted a small purse covered in velvet and lined in silk. "I anticipated a trial of sorts to join the guild, or perhaps a fee...but I suppose this will cover the damages."
Handing the actually hefty purse to Maddox, if he would look inside there would be several pieces of platinum within. Not in coin form, but the raw material itself. Scattered with a few pieces of gold coinage, it would be more than tenfold the amount required to pay for the damages, as if she were even paying for the hardship caused unto the shop owner by her and Sho's bout.
It was rather difficult to believe her ears the moment that Sho continued to speak. To her, his idealism when it came to honor was foolish at best, borderline even to childish naiveté. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she stood steadfastly in her ideals by presenting to him a simple, but eloquent point: "It is the victors who write history, dear boy; not those who are cut asunder. You would do well to honor that notion. People sing songs of those who are ruthless and precise, sure perhaps they may rejoice in your honorable ways for now...but if killed, they would sing for not much longer."
When her complimented her sword, Minerva could not help what could little else be called than a prideful expression. Smoothly moving to the hilt at her hip, she slowly drew the blade so that it could shine beautifully in the midday sun. Upon leaving its resting place, the blade would seem to resoundingly hum in a faint tone, which Sho could now hear as she lofted it closer to him so that he might inspect it.
He would then be able to see the ancient looking runes that lay along the flat, of which they seemed to gently refract the light that was cast upon them. "This blade's name is Durendal," she whispered softly, with a briefly forlorn expression passing her gaze. "It was my father's weapon, and it would still be his if he had not fallen from grace" Sheathing that blade, she drew the second sword that lay upon her backside, and brought it up for him to observe.
"This one is named Caladbolg." She began, as the runes from this one were newer, and more evident. "This is my personal sword gifted unto me by my family upon passage of a Lion's rite. This is the one I used against you." The resounding hum from that blade sharply ceased as she sheathed it as well. "As you can see, they're no ordinary weapons. Each are crafted by the Fairchild family weapon smiths with runic techniques that have been passed down over a millenia. These blades are as rare as they are priceless, as they are also a focusing iris for Fairchild Family magi."
"Not all nobles' arrogance is ill-placed, I suppose..." she began at first, only to be interrupted by another. This time it was via the reprimand of another who criticized her and Sho alike for the damage that they had dealt. Nodding slightly, she reached inside her thinly lined coat and extracted a small purse covered in velvet and lined in silk. "I anticipated a trial of sorts to join the guild, or perhaps a fee...but I suppose this will cover the damages."
Handing the actually hefty purse to Maddox, if he would look inside there would be several pieces of platinum within. Not in coin form, but the raw material itself. Scattered with a few pieces of gold coinage, it would be more than tenfold the amount required to pay for the damages, as if she were even paying for the hardship caused unto the shop owner by her and Sho's bout.
I posted earlier. ._.
TheUnknowable said
me too, just now.
Eye sea.
Hmm...what to do.
And no worries Anna!! ^_^ This is rather good fun honestly.
Hum?
I posted, silly. XD
I posted, silly. XD
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