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- OOC First Name
- Ana
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- Muggleborn
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- Wand
- Straight 12.5'' Flexible Larch Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
- Age
- 22
Harper had known that teaching herself to be an animagus would be difficult. But she hadn't anticipated that it would be this difficult.
For weeks now, Harper had locked herself away in secluded areas of the castle, spending hours at a time practicing her self-transfigurations. Though she was devoting more of her time to training than ever before, her progress had slowed incredibly. That wasn't entirely a surprise since she no longer had an instructor. But with Professor Styx gone, it was unlikely she'd find a new one anytime soon. She had no choice but to try and forge on by herself.
Today Harper had chosen a spot in the North Tower next to a row of windows. The Owlery probably would have been a better location for this, but she didn't want to startle the birds already there. Taking a deep breath, she raised her wand. "Avis!" There was a loud bang, followed by smoke, and then Harper found herself surrounded by a dozen spotted owls. As she'd expected, half of them immediately flew out of the windows she'd left open. A couple darted down the hallway, and she cried out, "Hey! Come back!" but they were gone in a flash. She sighed. At least they weren't real; they would likely disappear in a few hours if they didn't find their way out sooner.
Harper decided to focus on the owls that had stuck around. She stared into the eyes of the one closest to her, searching — for what, she didn't know. Understanding, maybe. A connection. When she'd gone to Niklaus with a fistful of her own feathers, he'd identified them as belonging to a spotted owl. Harper didn't know if he was right, but it was the best lead she had. Keeping her gaze on the owl, she tried to imagine herself turning into a bird just like it. As she concentrated, a familiar prickling came over her arm, and she didn't have to look down to know that feathers were sprouting along her shoulder and down to her fingertips.
For weeks now, Harper had locked herself away in secluded areas of the castle, spending hours at a time practicing her self-transfigurations. Though she was devoting more of her time to training than ever before, her progress had slowed incredibly. That wasn't entirely a surprise since she no longer had an instructor. But with Professor Styx gone, it was unlikely she'd find a new one anytime soon. She had no choice but to try and forge on by herself.
Today Harper had chosen a spot in the North Tower next to a row of windows. The Owlery probably would have been a better location for this, but she didn't want to startle the birds already there. Taking a deep breath, she raised her wand. "Avis!" There was a loud bang, followed by smoke, and then Harper found herself surrounded by a dozen spotted owls. As she'd expected, half of them immediately flew out of the windows she'd left open. A couple darted down the hallway, and she cried out, "Hey! Come back!" but they were gone in a flash. She sighed. At least they weren't real; they would likely disappear in a few hours if they didn't find their way out sooner.
Harper decided to focus on the owls that had stuck around. She stared into the eyes of the one closest to her, searching — for what, she didn't know. Understanding, maybe. A connection. When she'd gone to Niklaus with a fistful of her own feathers, he'd identified them as belonging to a spotted owl. Harper didn't know if he was right, but it was the best lead she had. Keeping her gaze on the owl, she tried to imagine herself turning into a bird just like it. As she concentrated, a familiar prickling came over her arm, and she didn't have to look down to know that feathers were sprouting along her shoulder and down to her fingertips.
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