- Messages
- 310
- OOC First Name
- zazz
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- It's Complicated
- Sexual Orientation
- bisexual
- Wand
- Straight 8 1/2 Inch Sturdy Aspen Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 31st October, 2045
Just practice.
That's always what anyone said whenever he expressed his displeasure with not getting something quicker. Keep practicing until you get it. There were never any tips on how to get it, because apparently that wasn't going to help him. This was something he could only do on his own which was a bit bullsh!t if he did say so himself. He didn't see how constantly trying to make something happen when it wasn't going to happen was going to help, and even after he'd tried to get his wand to light up, which he'd barely managed thanks very much, he still couldn't do much of anything else. He felt like he was still on the basics when he should have been on other things, more advanced. Sure he could conjure a bunch of flowers for Mikael, or throw up a shield, but doing anything wordlessly or wandlessly? Or both? Nope, impossible. Nothing he tried was helping, is this what happened when the majority of your education was out of a textbook? It wasn't that his mother didn't try to help him, but she was hardly a professor and he always felt like maybe she was pushing him to do the things she never got to - like be a healer, which he'd already decided wasn't for him and he still didn't know how he was going to tell her that. She'd been pushing him to go and speak to the Nursing staff and ask them if he could train with them, but so far hadn't been in there to ask. He didn't know how to tell her that he wasn't going to either - but he supposed he would have to at some point. After another failed attempt to do anything wordlessly, he slumps onto the couch he'd summoned, he had no idea where it had come from and he hoped no one was missing it, but right now he needed to sit down, he was tired, he was annoyed and frankly he wanted to be left alone... in the middle of the duelling chamber. Ah hell. He didn't even care anymore.
That's always what anyone said whenever he expressed his displeasure with not getting something quicker. Keep practicing until you get it. There were never any tips on how to get it, because apparently that wasn't going to help him. This was something he could only do on his own which was a bit bullsh!t if he did say so himself. He didn't see how constantly trying to make something happen when it wasn't going to happen was going to help, and even after he'd tried to get his wand to light up, which he'd barely managed thanks very much, he still couldn't do much of anything else. He felt like he was still on the basics when he should have been on other things, more advanced. Sure he could conjure a bunch of flowers for Mikael, or throw up a shield, but doing anything wordlessly or wandlessly? Or both? Nope, impossible. Nothing he tried was helping, is this what happened when the majority of your education was out of a textbook? It wasn't that his mother didn't try to help him, but she was hardly a professor and he always felt like maybe she was pushing him to do the things she never got to - like be a healer, which he'd already decided wasn't for him and he still didn't know how he was going to tell her that. She'd been pushing him to go and speak to the Nursing staff and ask them if he could train with them, but so far hadn't been in there to ask. He didn't know how to tell her that he wasn't going to either - but he supposed he would have to at some point. After another failed attempt to do anything wordlessly, he slumps onto the couch he'd summoned, he had no idea where it had come from and he hoped no one was missing it, but right now he needed to sit down, he was tired, he was annoyed and frankly he wanted to be left alone... in the middle of the duelling chamber. Ah hell. He didn't even care anymore.