- Messages
- 52
- OOC First Name
- Jesse
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Spellotaped 12 1/2 Inch Sturdy Ash Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 05/2041
It had been a week of classes, each of them talking about magic, and not actually teaching anyone how to use it. Namely Nate. It never ceased to be unbelievable to him that despite all of the fantastical things he'd seen, he still couldn't do any magic himself. It was the biggest part of why he had his reservations about magic, about fully believing any of what he was seeing and dealing with was real. He had so many explanations, and yet so many things he couldn't argue. People flying on brooms without a crane in sight? The girl who had somehow managed to bind his legs together at the towers? The wash of cold he felt anytime he accidentally walked into what he still tried to believe were holographic projections of "ghosts". It was all a bit much. But he couldn't believe it. Not until he could do magic himself. Short of him being turned into a frog, it was the only way he thought he could believe in any of it, or at least commit to the fantasy. His brain just couldn't seem to accept it otherwise. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He didn't want his life, his entire world, to suddenly change irreparably.
Nate had slipped away in the middle of the day, between classes and into some abandoned room in order to try and practice a spell on his own, in secret away from everyone else. Away from the cameras that may or may not have been hidden around the school. He found one that looked like it hadn't been set up properly yet, for whatever it was they were doing in the school. Real magic, or a TV show, he didn't know. After scouring the room for anything hidden that could have recorded him, he decided it was safe, and pulled out one of the textbooks he'd been given. He flipped to a page, with a spell that the Novak girl had tried to use on the train. It hadn't worked for her, and he wanted to see if it would work for him. He pulled out his wand, giving it a suspicious look, still uncertain if it was just a stick, or concealed wires and a battery, and gave it a wave. "Wingardium Leviosa." He muttered, swishing and flicking the wand at a random chair the way the book was telling him to. Nothing happened and he tried again, a little more forcefully. Still, it didn't stir. The wand didn't sputter any sparks. Nothing happened. It felt hopeless. Why was he really here? He couldn't do any of the magic. It couldn't have been real. If it was, then they were wrong, and he wasn't a wizard. He'd always been normal. He flipped to another page to give another spell a try to be sure, and flicked his wand around the room in the hopes that something would happen, getting progressively more frustrated and angry with each aggressive wave.
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