- Messages
- 2,363
- OOC First Name
- Ana
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Wand
- Curly 11.5'' Sturdy Elm Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20
The lesson on the Patronus Charm might have been over, but Celia was not done practicing. She hadn't had any success with the spell, not even managing to produce a single measly silver wisp. It was a level of academic failure completely foreign to Celia — and not just because she usually practiced spells ahead of class. This was Charms, her best subject. This was what she was supposed to be good at. Celia didn't expect to master every charm right away, of course, but she was always able to at least get some kind of result by the end of the class period.
Until now. Celia headed straight for the nearest empty classroom, intent on practicing until she managed an incorporeal patronus. She knew she had a private lounge just one floor down where she could practice instead, but she needed a space where she could work without distraction, and the bleak stone walls of this abandoned classroom were perfect for that. Plus, she didn't want to risk running into Eugene, even if he rarely used the lounge. She didn't want to see any of her Charms classmates, especially none of the ones who had produced a corporeal patronus.
Taking her wand out, Celia started to pace the room as she once again ran through her life in search of happy moments. Everything before the Ilvermorny letter was tainted by the knowledge of what came next, like looking at old pre-war photos of smiling civilians. But everything after the letter was, for the most part, not happy at all. In a fit of desperation, Celia went back to some of the memories that she'd tried in class and attempted the spell once more. "Expecto Patronum!" Nothing. Celia knew the definition of insanity was trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, but she didn't know what else to do.
Until now. Celia headed straight for the nearest empty classroom, intent on practicing until she managed an incorporeal patronus. She knew she had a private lounge just one floor down where she could practice instead, but she needed a space where she could work without distraction, and the bleak stone walls of this abandoned classroom were perfect for that. Plus, she didn't want to risk running into Eugene, even if he rarely used the lounge. She didn't want to see any of her Charms classmates, especially none of the ones who had produced a corporeal patronus.
Taking her wand out, Celia started to pace the room as she once again ran through her life in search of happy moments. Everything before the Ilvermorny letter was tainted by the knowledge of what came next, like looking at old pre-war photos of smiling civilians. But everything after the letter was, for the most part, not happy at all. In a fit of desperation, Celia went back to some of the memories that she'd tried in class and attempted the spell once more. "Expecto Patronum!" Nothing. Celia knew the definition of insanity was trying the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, but she didn't know what else to do.