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three_broomsticks2017-01-21 11:19 pm
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Wizarding AU
 HARRY POTTER AU MEME You're a wizard! Or perhaps you're a magical creature or a ghost. More importantly, where do your loyalties lie? Are you the Dark Lord or one of the Death Eaters? Perhaps you teach at Hogwarts or work at the ministry. Are you a member of the Order of Phoenix? Are you a student in Hogwarts? In which house did the Sorting Hat place you? Leave a comment with your character's name and canon and your preferences in the title line. Then put down a few ideas about your character in your top level. Both AU characters and canon characters are welcome. List of prompts: (Choose from these or make up your own.) 1. HOGWARTS Are you a teacher or a student? Which house are you in? What subjects do you teach? Next week might be the most important quidditch match of the year and you're the team captain! Maybe you're the potions professor and someone just blew up their cauldron. 2. AURORS Are you a trainee? The head Auror who has been dueling with dark wizards all your adult life? A dark wizard? Catch you if we can! Or maybe you're an auror breaking curses in a Death Eater safehouse. 3. DIAGON ALLEY A bustling locale filled to the brim with wizarding shops and taverns. Are you a business owner? Perhaps you're a wand maker or a student buying your books for the next year in Hogwarts. Maybe you just want to get a shot of firewhiskey in the Three Broomsticks. 4. MINISTRY OF MAGIC Do you work here? You could be in the Department of Mysteries, handling a new case about vanishing cabinets. Or maybe you work in the misuse of muggle artifacts office, dispelling singing teacups or flying cars. Is it a busy day, a slow week, or just another day in the office? Maybe you're one of the gossips who just heard of the newest bit of juicy gossip. 5. THE OLDEST AND PUREST BLOOD Were you born to a pureblood family? Perhaps you're an heir of great, questionable fortune. Maybe you'd like nothing to do with your family who supports the Dark Lord. What if you fell in love with someone your family doesn't approve of? Or maybe both of your parents are muggle born and this is still all new to you. 6. FLYING There are great many ways to fly: broomsticks, hippogriffs, dragons. Take your pick and soar through the skies! 7. DUELING/SPELL CASTING What's the fun in being a wizard if you can't cast spells? Are you good at something specific? Do you use silent spells a lot? Perhaps you're the best dueler with a wand that's been seen for ages. Or maybe you're just starting out, and a spell just backfired in your face. 8. ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES Did your spell go haywire? Did you stick a satsuma up your nostril? It happens. Happily there's a hospital for your needs. Or maybe you work there, healing all those poor and silly wizards who turn up in desperate need of your care. 9. AZKABAN A fortress island in the middle of the Northern sea, full of the most dangerous dark wizards. Are you a resident, or visiting? Watch out for those dementors! 10. POTIONS You brewed the best pick-me-up potion but something went wrong? Maybe you ended up purple in the face. Or you gave a love potion to the wrong person. Maybe you mixed your hangover potion with magical viagra? It happens. But now you have to deal with it. 11. MAGICAL CREATURES Do you work with dragons? Perhaps you have some giant blood in you. Or maybe you were bit by a werewolf and your first full moon is nearing. Maybe you found an injured unicorn. Or your house has become infested with boggarts. 12. WILD CARD Come up your own scenario. |
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Focus. Find the information he needs. There has to be something in one of these books, but no matter what he guesses (dire bats, dragons, griffins?) nothing turns up at all.
Nothing like Goliath--
He huffs out an annoyed breath at her next failed attempt, distracted all the same, and reaches out to stop her wand, mid-flick, with a bat of the back of his hand. ]
Your form is acceptable. It's intent. You're asking the cup too nicely to change its nature -- tell it to change, and expect nothing less than full obedience.
[ Transfiguration is simply an expression of mastery; of taming; of mind over matter. It's all the same, whether you're lacking wand, or voice, or both. ]
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Specifically advice that has nothing to do with "maybe if you just spoke", that's the advice she always gets.
She meets his eyes over her wand for a long moment, then looks back to the teacup. She's asking too nicely? Well. She takes a moment, thinks of the sniggering Ravenclaws, how much she wants to tell them to shut up, and tries to channel that force and demandingness into the teacup.
It turns into a bronze inkwell. It still has a noticeable china pattern on it, but it's a bronze inkwell. A slow grin spreads across her face.
She pockets her wand and grabs a scrap of parchment, and her self-inking quill, and scribbles for a moment before pushing the scrap across the table to her tablemate. ]
Thank you! No one ever put it that way before.
What are you having trouble finding? I'm not bad at CoMC, maybe I can help.
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Damian prides himself on his observational skills: when he's right, he's right. ]
Magic has more to do with personality than instructors care to emphasize.
[ There was a time when wizards had neither spells nor wands, and they still managed just fine. In that same vein, there's very little that's accidental about a young wizard's 'accidental' magic. Damian, for instance, at the tender age of five, had fully intended to turn his uncle Dusan into a snake, and so it simply happened. ]
I am... attempting to identify a species.
[ Carefully making no mention of why, or where he's seen it, of course. ]
It could be a crossbreed. Or something else. Here--
[ The boy picks up his own quill, adding a quick, rough sketch to the scrap of paper before he slides it back over to her: something similar to, but not quite, a manbat; with a squashed, dog-like face, bat ears, dragon-esque wings, and a stubby tail. Cute, in a strange way. And surprisingly detailed. ]
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She does a lot of extra credit work, and a lot of reading, and has seen at least the spine of almost every book in the library. The properly restricted section is, of course, off-limits, but there are some books that are reserved for the older students only, except by a teacher's request. She's brought in her fair share of notes for Madame Pince from various teachers, over the past two years and change.
She takes out a new piece of parchment - note-sized but not torn - and very very carefully begins to write. If Damian looks carefully, he might recognize a near-perfect imitation of the handwriting of their Care of Magical Creatures professor. She lists a few titles she knows off the top of her head, of more obscure magical creature books, usually unnecessary for the younger students.
She doesn't bother signing it, having brought in enough notes before to know that would give away the game, then sets her quill down, stands up, winks - cheekily, even - at Damian, and walks to Madame Pince's desk.
She hands the note over with a small smile and waits. Madame Pince looks it over, then retrieves four books from high shelves behind the desk, hands them off to Cassandra, and returns to whatever it is she was doing.
Cassandra returns with a triumphant smile. These books might not help, but it'll be more resources to pull from than he had before, right? She sets two in front of him and takes two for herself, immediately beginning to flip through the top one without even a moment's pause. ]
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He's not foolish enough to spin around in his seat and gawk, giving her play away, but he turns his head to watch from the corner of his eye as Davies waltzes up to Madame Pince, handing the note over. She looks like butter wouldn't even melt in her mouth; silvertongued, despite never speaking a word. Pince doesn't even question the validity of the note, pulling the requested titles out for her perusal.
He is, grudgingly, impressed. Upon her return, his eyebrow is quirked, and something like a smirk tugs at his lips, even as he turns the pages of his new text. It's an older volume, bound in dragonskin, with yellowed and smudged pages. Much more promising, this one, delving far deeper into the taxonomy of more exotic magical creatures, beasts of remote locations or unique existence. ]
How Slytherin of you, Davies. It makes me wonder if the Sorting Hat must be going senile in its old age.
[ Coming from a Wayne, it's a compliment. He's thumbing through region-specific species. First the United Kingdom, then the Netherlands, over to India, down to Bialya-- ]
--a ha.
[ The quiet exclamation that says he thinks he's found it. Excitement overtakes him a little, caught up in the discovery, and he turns the book her way to share, tapping the page. ]
Behemoth. Guardian beasts of the hidden royal tombs, and of the Sceptre of Kings.
[ The information on them is sparse, but the accompanying illustration matches Damian's sketch -- depicting a giant cross between a bat and a dragon, large enough to swallow a man whole. And, from the summary, the creatures were considered all but extinct, even mythological, same as the magical item they were said to protect; a forgotten note in a history book, and not something Damian would have simply stumbled across. ]
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She sits back after a moment, taking the scrap parchment again. ]
Does that help?
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It's no business of his, of course. Still, he's somehow pleased by it anyway. ]
Yes. Sort of.
[ He's looking at the illustration with furrowed brow, now, reading and re-reading the scant amount of information on the creatures. It's something, but it doesn't even begin to cover the scope of questions he has.
More practical things. Care. Feeding-- ]
What do you think a creature like that would eat? A true carnivore?
[ Completely offhanded, as if it's just a casual, passing curiosity. ]
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Raw meat. Some with bones in. We always fed the dogs stuff with uncooked bones, it's good for them, the farmers said.
[ She pauses before pushing the note towards him, then adds ]
We can get some from the kitchen probably.
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I suppose we could. Hypothetically.
[ The house elves don't often ask questions, and Hufflepuff's common room is right next to the kitchens. Conveniently located. ]
...tell me, Davies, would you fancy a picnic some evening? Out on the grounds?
[ His tone -- still oh-so-very-casual -- makes it clear that this is an invitation amongst thieves: her, him, a basketful of raw meat, and a stolen trip out to the Forbidden Forest. Breaking the rules together is the only hand of friendship he knows how to extend. ]
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She smiles serenely at him, and nods. She would like that quite a lot, yes.
If nothing else, she wants to know if there's really one of these all-but-mythical creatures hiding out on the school grounds. ]
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Good. Friday, after classes. Meet me down by the kitchens at dusk.
[ He considers her, before holding out his hand across the table: a proper handshake, a proper introduction. Belated, perhaps, but it feels right. ]
Damian Wayne. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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Cassie Davies. Same!
See you Friday.
[ She's made a friend, all on her own, despite being odd. And from another house, no less! Stephanie will be so proud. ]