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- OOC First Name
- Amanda
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- Age
- 45
Having been in the Room of Requirement only once before, it took Estrella a while to find it, becoming frustrated as it didn't appear.
I need someplace where I can practice alone, she finally thought, concentrating fully on it, stopping in the corridor and calming herself down. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, an oak door appeared across the hallway. Striding happily to it, she opened it and slipped inside.
Dummies lay all over the room, obviously meant for wand practice. But that wasn't her full purpose. Ever since Stark Manor and blowing up the hallway, she had been curious about the odd power that she seemed to be possessing. She could blow up things when she became angry, just as Sophia could light things on fire. She wanted to get down to the bottom of things; she had been through books and hadn't found much of anything. It didn't make sense.
She turned around, and found that the dummies had been replaced with a row of lanterns. What the heck? She thought, and then realized that the room had changed to accomodate her needs.
There's no way of understanding anything if I don't mess around with it, Estrella told herself, and shut her eyes, attempting to be angry. Nothing happened, no shatters, not even a crack in the glass.
She knew that she had inherited it from her father, she had learned that much. But where did he get it? And why? She hadn't taken the time to ask, not that she had any.
She sat down on the floor, crossing her legs and rubbing her temples. How was this supposed to work? It had happened a few times for her, first with the pudding bowls in Malfoy Manor and then the Corridor in Stark Manor. But why couldn't she just turn it on and off?
Maybe she wasn't angry enough. Was that the key? Tentatively, she stood up, and thought for a moment, allowing her rage to accumulate. The things that made her angry boiled inside her, first, her mother's murder. The first lantern shuddered a little on its stand. She grinned; it was still there, and she could figure this out, even if it took her hours.
She was wary of her wand at her side, although she didn't need to use it for this. Was this a gift or a curse? She would have to find out.
She remembered her father's passive voice during the fight with her mother, in that odd dream that she had had, and all of a sudden, the lantern shattered, the glass not only breaking but the whole thing twisting into scrap metal, lying in a disfigured heap upon the floor.
She grinned; she was going to do this.
I need someplace where I can practice alone, she finally thought, concentrating fully on it, stopping in the corridor and calming herself down. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, an oak door appeared across the hallway. Striding happily to it, she opened it and slipped inside.
Dummies lay all over the room, obviously meant for wand practice. But that wasn't her full purpose. Ever since Stark Manor and blowing up the hallway, she had been curious about the odd power that she seemed to be possessing. She could blow up things when she became angry, just as Sophia could light things on fire. She wanted to get down to the bottom of things; she had been through books and hadn't found much of anything. It didn't make sense.
She turned around, and found that the dummies had been replaced with a row of lanterns. What the heck? She thought, and then realized that the room had changed to accomodate her needs.
There's no way of understanding anything if I don't mess around with it, Estrella told herself, and shut her eyes, attempting to be angry. Nothing happened, no shatters, not even a crack in the glass.
She knew that she had inherited it from her father, she had learned that much. But where did he get it? And why? She hadn't taken the time to ask, not that she had any.
She sat down on the floor, crossing her legs and rubbing her temples. How was this supposed to work? It had happened a few times for her, first with the pudding bowls in Malfoy Manor and then the Corridor in Stark Manor. But why couldn't she just turn it on and off?
Maybe she wasn't angry enough. Was that the key? Tentatively, she stood up, and thought for a moment, allowing her rage to accumulate. The things that made her angry boiled inside her, first, her mother's murder. The first lantern shuddered a little on its stand. She grinned; it was still there, and she could figure this out, even if it took her hours.
She was wary of her wand at her side, although she didn't need to use it for this. Was this a gift or a curse? She would have to find out.
She remembered her father's passive voice during the fight with her mother, in that odd dream that she had had, and all of a sudden, the lantern shattered, the glass not only breaking but the whole thing twisting into scrap metal, lying in a disfigured heap upon the floor.
She grinned; she was going to do this.
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