Open Troubleshooting

[Cameron Roswell]

Open after Sarah posts with Demetrius

Magic was stupid. Cameron had decided this pretty early into his classes and now he was even more sure of it. He'd spent years wishing and hoping he'd have some proof he was magical, and now he finally had it and it was like the universe was shoving the fact he was rubbish at it in his face out of spite. He'd yet to manage a proper spell, and the ones he had done all went weird within a matter of seconds. Maybe the guy at the wand shop had been lying about his wand working fine. Or maybe this was what he had meant about his wand being bad luck.

Cameron frowned at it where it was sitting on the table, next to the quill he'd just tried to turn into a spoon. He'd done everything right, as far as his textbook was concerned, and yet... Cameron reached for the quill, hand hovering over it for a moment in concentration before he picked it up, immediately dropping it again when it morphed into a spoon. The second he let go however, the spoon morphed back into a quill, eliciting a yell of frustration. "Are you SERIOUS?!" Not only had Cameron botched the spell, but now he couldn't even do his history essay cause his bloody quill was playing Schrödinger's spoon. He couldn't even throw the damn thing in frustration, the feather of the quill floating down gently in front of him as Cameron tried to pull his hair out, face in his hands in defeat.

 

[Demetrius Wagner]

Demetrius had been trying to read a history book for the essay that was due. Apparently Merlin was real, who knew? He grew up reading about King Arthur like it was a fairy tale, and now he was an important historical figure.

Demetrius was interrupted by his musings, however, by a nearby student. He'd seen him in class, but didn't know much about him. He was doing something with his quill...a spell? Demetrius watched as it went awry. Part of him wanted to laugh at him, but another part felt bad watching the Slytherin's mini breakdown. He hesitated a moment before putting down his book.

"Hey, uh," Demetrius started, addressing Cameron, "you doing okay there?"

 

[Cameron Roswell]

Cameron glanced up when someone spoke to him, peering at them warily from between his fingers. He vaguely recognized Demetrius from class and tried school his expression back to something more unaffected as he lowered his hands. "Yeah, whatever. I'm fine. It's stupid," he said sourly, waving his hand to wear his quill had landed nearby. "Spell's all screwed up. Quill's busted I guess. I or maybe my wand," he said, shoulders up by his ears as he glanced warily at Demetrius again. "Can try yours?" Cameron asked slowly. He knew it was stupid to think he was the only one struggling, but he couldn't help but think maybe he had been giving a dud wand after all. The guy at the wand shop certainly seemed to think something was up with it at least. And Demetrius seemed quiet enough, he probably wouldn't blab to everyone that Cameron was struggling, especially not if he could prove it wasn't even his fault.

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