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- 42
- OOC First Name
- Jamiekins (James)
- Sexual Orientation
- Too young
- Age
- 8/2029
Only a few days in and Apollo only knew two spells - Lumos and Nox - but already he was starting to experiment with his magic. It seemed, when he'd woken up on the first morning, that his watch wasn't working next to his bed. He'd been rather surprised at this, and was about to ask his sister why that might be, when he remembered that his sister was in a different house entirely. With no friends yet, this realisation was slightly soul crushing, and he hugged himself in his bed, not wanting to leave and wander the lonely castle corridors. He'd probably only get lost anyway, but he knew that he couldn't justify not trying to find her in the very least. Sighing, huddling deep into the warm duvet that had been conveniently left on the bed allocated to him in the high Ravenclaw dorm, Apollo struggled to find a reason to remain. Finding none, he sighed once again, and picking up the Bengal cat identical to Artemis', he set off downstairs. Crossing the Common Room quietly, seeing as it was still quite early, he set off downstairs.
Having left the Common Room, Apollo glanced up and down the tower staircase, looking for anybody who might be able to direct him to the house called Gryffindor. Empty, just like the first corridor he passed on the way down. Taking a random exit, Apollo set off down a corridor, and realised he was hopelessly lost. He huddled down in a corner of the hallway and waited, gently stroking his cat for somebody to go by. As the Castle began to wake up, a tall girl did, but other than a harsh glance when he opened his mouth to speak, she did nothing to help. Seeing as the students didn't appear particularly kindly, Apollo instead decided to continue on, before once again choosing a random doorway and entering. Once inside, he found the classroom deserted, and it didn't look in particularly good condition either. Settling down into one of the chairs, Apollo huddled the duvet around him and began to cry, warm tears streaming down his cheeks at the loneliness of the whole castle. As much as he wanted to learn magic, he didn't want to learn it like this.
After a few minutes however, his crying wasn't benefitting him, and he decided to resort to doing some science instead - something he could at least understand. Taking out the watch he had shoved in his pocket, he looked at it, trying to work out why it was no longer running. The only logical conclusion that came to him was that a digital watch didn't like magic. And that had an interesting possibility - did that mean that it was the proximity to magic that stopped it working? Was the castle so imbued with magic that it wouldn't work? Or was it that he now had a wand, so that was eminently magical, or had unlocked the magic within him? He definitely wasn't sure on the answers to these questions, and he didn't really know anybody that might know, or would even be willing to test his theories. Nope, it would just have to be him trying to fiddle things out on his own - like it always used to be with Muggle science. He knew the spell Lumos, and he had a watch. Why not start now? Taking out his watch, Apollo placed it at a hands-length away, before lighting up his wand. Nothing changed on the watch. Repeating this experiment at increasing distances, Apollo hoped to determine a set distance at which the watch started working again - if it did.
Having left the Common Room, Apollo glanced up and down the tower staircase, looking for anybody who might be able to direct him to the house called Gryffindor. Empty, just like the first corridor he passed on the way down. Taking a random exit, Apollo set off down a corridor, and realised he was hopelessly lost. He huddled down in a corner of the hallway and waited, gently stroking his cat for somebody to go by. As the Castle began to wake up, a tall girl did, but other than a harsh glance when he opened his mouth to speak, she did nothing to help. Seeing as the students didn't appear particularly kindly, Apollo instead decided to continue on, before once again choosing a random doorway and entering. Once inside, he found the classroom deserted, and it didn't look in particularly good condition either. Settling down into one of the chairs, Apollo huddled the duvet around him and began to cry, warm tears streaming down his cheeks at the loneliness of the whole castle. As much as he wanted to learn magic, he didn't want to learn it like this.
After a few minutes however, his crying wasn't benefitting him, and he decided to resort to doing some science instead - something he could at least understand. Taking out the watch he had shoved in his pocket, he looked at it, trying to work out why it was no longer running. The only logical conclusion that came to him was that a digital watch didn't like magic. And that had an interesting possibility - did that mean that it was the proximity to magic that stopped it working? Was the castle so imbued with magic that it wouldn't work? Or was it that he now had a wand, so that was eminently magical, or had unlocked the magic within him? He definitely wasn't sure on the answers to these questions, and he didn't really know anybody that might know, or would even be willing to test his theories. Nope, it would just have to be him trying to fiddle things out on his own - like it always used to be with Muggle science. He knew the spell Lumos, and he had a watch. Why not start now? Taking out his watch, Apollo placed it at a hands-length away, before lighting up his wand. Nothing changed on the watch. Repeating this experiment at increasing distances, Apollo hoped to determine a set distance at which the watch started working again - if it did.