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Post by APOLLO VIDALES on Dec 19, 2014 0:21:01 GMT
 As trippy as this alternate universe Hogwarts was, the mischievous blue-haired wizard missed being unique. He remembered when he'd been the only kid in his class that could move things with his mind. The other children had oohed and aahed excitedly as the objects had levitated, begged him to teach them to do it, too. Here, he got no standing ovation. His classmates only laughed at him when he waved his wand in the wrong direction and mispronounced his own spells. A bunch of stuck up pure bloods. It made him feel like a— a muggle! He'd made that joke to the other wizards a few times, but they'd just lifted their brows at him and rolled their eyes like he was talking in gibberish. Obviously they'd never heard of Harry Potter. That or they just had no sense of humor. It wasn't his fault that he'd never spoken this ridiculous language. It wasn't like he could just say abracadabra, and bam, he'd have french toast. The words were foreign, written in strange symbols, requiring time-consuming decoding. While he had a feeling there was some kind of spell cast on the school to breach the language barriers between races, learning to read the writing was another story. Maybe he should have paid more attention in his translation class instead of drooling all over his text, but it was boring. He didn't want to listen to some old guy lecture. He wanted to do it himself.
That's why he was out in the courtyard now, nose stuck deep in an over-sized spell book he'd nabbed from the library. Apollo was messing with a teleportation spell. It was one meant for advanced students, but he didn't give a damn about turning owls into rabbits or making water bubble. That was kid stuff. "Lema ed' temple..!" He frowned when nothing happened, peering closer at the script, and then tried again. "Lema ed' templa?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he poofed, spell book dropping to the ground with a loud thud. The flustered wizard appeared only a few feet away from where he had disappeared, only now there was no longer any ground under his feet. "Oh, shi—" It had barely left his mouth before he was falling again, making a loud splash as he practically belly flopped into the large fountain in the center of the courtyard. A group of girls who'd been sitting on the edge jumped up with squeals, and some of the male students burst out laughing as Apollo grudging resurfaced. He sputtered, blue hair hanging down in his face, matted down like Cousin Itt from the Addam's Family.
Er, at least it had kinda worked?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 1:27:52 GMT
 Alistair had been minding his own business and enjoying the fair weather, his nose stuck in a book of his own, ignoring his surroundings to the best of his ability. Sadly, he was a little too near to someone who was slaughtering the pronunciation of some words. The mispronunciation of words was something that irritated him, especially when a potentially powerful spell was being spoken by someone who probably didn't have the faintest idea as to what they were doing. Instead of butting in to the other student's business, Alistair continued to attempt to immerse himself in the world of elementals. How did their abilities work?
He'd been trying to read for at least a half an hour, his desire to learn more about elementals yearning to be quenched via the old book in his hands, but to no avail; his brain just wasn't in the right place. It seemed, at times like these, his thirst for knowledge couldn't be quenched. There were too many distractions. All he wanted to do was finish this book and locate the second volume, stat! There was much to be learned and so little time to do it in...
The snowy-haired male was beginning to get distracted by his own anxious thoughts when he heard a splash and some girls squealing, which caused his vibrant green eyes to look up from the weathered pages of his book and locate the blue-haired fellow in the fountain. How did he end up in there? Alistair knew full well how he'd gotten in there, and his urge to intervene emerged yet again. Instead of rushing over to the now soaked male, Alistair tended to the old spell book first, as he snatched it up immediately after rising to his feet. He cradled the two books in his arms as if they were children and briskly made his way over to the fountain, his relatively short legs making it there quickly enough.
"Carelessness will not get you far in life," the male took up a tone that had a slight edge to it, one that was almost scolding in nature. "I strongly recommend starting at beginner's level and working your way up, as you're supposed to." Concern was now the dominant overtone in the snowy haired wizard's voice, an emotion that made it quite obvious he was willing to assist the man in learning to pronounce words. The white wizard had inferred that the blue one had been brought from the modern world, given his inability to pronounce a simple spell; given the fact that he was quite interested in the 'modern world', he thought he'd be able to learn from the blue-haired one as well. It seemed he'd already made a deal inside his own head and hadn't gotten it approved by the wet one, which was basically setting himself up for disappointment.
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Post by APOLLO VIDALES on Dec 20, 2014 7:09:16 GMT
If his hair hadn't been plastered to his face, Apollo would have zapped those bullies' butts straight to Kingdom Come. Assholes, he thought bitterly. As if they knew how to use a spell this powerful themselves! Drawn from his childish fuming, the wizard heard a voice speaking to him, and grudgingly, he lifted his hands to part the blue curtain of wet hair that blocked his vision. Water dripping from his chin, he squinted up at the onlooker suspiciously. "Oh yeah, wise one?" he muttered. "I'll have you know that my great, great.. great.. ancestors were some of the most powerful wizards in this land." As if some distant bloodline that had been dormant for an eon until his birth excused him from his failure. The white-haired boy sounded like one of the teachers, the way he ceremoniously preached, and Apollo couldn't help but squint skeptically up at him. Ugh. He didn't know what was worse. Being laughed at by fools or being reprimanded by some know-it-all. What spell would he have recommend starting with? Pulling rabbits from black hats?
Still, maybe this guy could offer him something. It would be wise to keep such sarcasm to himself and not burn his bridges until he figured out whether this boy was a friend or a foe. Puffing out his flushed cheeks in contemplation, the wayward wizard went on to ask, "Can you do it? Teleportation, I mean. I'm a pro at telekinesis, so I figured— you know, it wouldn't be that hard?" Except it was. The fact that both spells started with the same four letters made it no easier. He could move objects with the sheer power of his mind, yet everything else was a challenge. Everything else involved ridiculous chants that made him feel like a clown. Apollo peered around in the water beside him, squinting into the clear depths before lifting out his wand. The wizard gently shoo it dry, frowning a little before a sheepish smile tugged slowly at the corners of his lips. "This isn't gonna wash away the magic, is it?" he asked teasingly, though he genuinely didn't know the answer to the question.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2014 15:30:16 GMT
A battered ego tried to batter Alistair's ego and failed miserably at doing so. This one was not the only student here who could lay claim to some fabulous lineage, but he seemed to seek shelter behind such silly notions. Blood was not what made someone great; it only gave someone a dash of potential and a whole lot of status. These thoughts remained within the boy's head, as he figured the blue one was only trying to justify the way things had ended up, trying to prove him better than what he'd just shown he was. It wasn't that the newb inherently sucked, it was just that he'd yet to hone his skills. That was how Alistair was going to look at it, at least. There was always the possibility that he would suck after he learned more.
The pale male remained quiet until asked a question, one that he wasn't sure if he should answer honestly or dishonestly. He opted for the first, as lying wouldn't do him much good here. "I've never tried to teleport, as I've been working on perfecting the lower level spells in my repertoire." Alistair wanted to cringe at how condescending he felt he was being, but it was hard to be curt and honest without doing so. If there was a better way to do it, one would have to have more of a humanistic orientation, which was something that Alistair lacked. "Telekinesis and teleportation only sound similar, but mastering teleportation should be easier for you after you advance in your studies." Blackbourne had always been a little paranoid about losing himself in a void or something, so he wasn't going to attempt teleportation until he had no other option. He was much more of a smoke and mirrors kind of guy who seized opportunities to run whenever possible. That hardly seemed like the kind of technique this one would be using any time soon.
As the watery wizard fetched his wand, Alistair's green eyes tried to hide a smile. It was cute that he was still in need of a wand, but he didn't want his face to say so. That would be disrespectful and downright rude. Being one to take everything literally, Alistair didn't read the words being spoken as a joke and shook his head gently, giving his answer in the most serious of voices. "Water certainly will not be washing any magical characteristics away from anything. You would need a very powerful and malevolent magic behind the water to strip away any magical properties, one that is not likely to be found on this campus." At least, that's what Alistair thought. He wasn't too well versed in the stripping of magical properties, but wands didn't really have many anyways. He also was not sure as to the regulations on enchanting water, but he was fairly certain that it was not permitted.
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Post by APOLLO VIDALES on Dec 22, 2014 11:01:27 GMT
Apollo slowly lifted his brows as the lecture continued, holding back a quiet snerk when the boy quite seriously informed him that the magical properties of the wand wouldn't he washed away so easily. Didn't anyone here know how to have fun? Was humor just nonexistent in this world? Sure, they might have been able to cast a spell, but whoop-dee-doo. They were all so serious. What was the point of even learning magic if you were going to be so stoic about it? His whole life, Apollo had used magic for shits and giggles, but all these try-hard wizards seemed to cared about was studying and books. Maybe he should have just gone to class, after all. At least that way he would have stayed dry with his magic lesson. "Well well well, aren't you a role model," Apollo cooed with a playful smirk. Despite his irritation, he was rather amused at the chiding. The boy was taking the situation much too direly. It was almost funny.
The blue-haired wizard stood up, though he moved a little too quickly and his feet slipped against the bottom of the fountain. He flailed his arms, only making it a few steps before crashing back down into the water with a splash, sending a small wave toward the his classmate. A few moments later, Apollo came up sputtering. He sheepishly glowered, sticking the wand between his lips like a dog would carry a bone, and crawled on his hands and knees toward the edge of the water. With a soft huff, he hoisted himself up onto the edge, swinging his legs over and plucking his wand from between his teeth. "And which spell in your repertoire would you recommend I start with?" he challenged, half serious and half not, as he daintily shook his wand off, wringing the dampness out of his long hair. While he wasn't interested in mere child's play, he figured that the least he could do was humor this odd magician. Who knows, he might prove to be useful, and if he wasn't— well, Apollo could always add him to his human toy box to play with later.
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