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Robin Corelli-Rose

"Taetra," Robin made himself whisper.

 

A week into First Term, Robin sought ought a space for himself to practice not only spellwork, but also reinforce his own incantations - make the words and magic work harmoniously rather than disparately.

 

The arc of light spilled from his wand like water from a broken damn. Robin took back a step, but that was all the ground he would give; his wand was a spirited sort - it chose the when and the where and the how-strong, and even after a year, Robin knew in his heart of hearts that he was missing something. He understood its character, being dragon heartstring, and the rang of moods the wand may possess... every time it worked on command, he was glad and appreciative; felt the sense of relief wash over him. The lightning danced to the floor and back up, leapfrogging to the walls...

 

He didn't know it, but Robin was repeating the very same spell Arcite had, many, many years ago, in this very room. Just as it had for him, the arc of unleashed energy galloped circles along the walls of the Armoury, filling the space with a scent Robin would describe as "heavy" but "clean," and a charge that made the hairs on his arms (and partially on his head) stand on end. He tracked his magic with his wand, a sustained charge.

 

Why was it so easy here, but not in the classroom?

 

Did his wand have performance anxiety?

Edited by Robin Corelli-Rose

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Xenia Lupu-Haidei

If you had asked Xenia what it was she learned during any of her classes, she wouldn't have been able to tell you anything. Granted, it was only the first week of term so that excuse would be able to fly for the time-being, but she knew that as they continued to progress in lessons, she still wouldn't know what the hell was going on. And yet, she'd still manage to figure it out in the last few weeks of term, just in time to save her grades so that she didn't completely fail.

 

For their first lesson of Defense Against the Darks, though, she'd actually bothered to write down the spells that Professor Foster wanted them to practice. It didn't mean that Xe was going to actually do that, but it was certainly a step in the right academic direction. She'd never really been the sort who prioritized magic in her life. It was an odd thing to say, of course, considering that she'd literally grown up around magic; but since arriving at Hogwarts, Xenia had stopped relying so much on magic, and instead had shifted more towards using her own physical strength.

 

This had, no doubt, waned her magical abilities and made her a bit slower when it came to all things magic. This was a issue that she knew she'd have to rectify eventually at some point, especially if she hoped to graduate from this stupid school—which she did; the last thing she wanted was to stay at Hogwarts for longer than she had to. So, when it came to lessons and practicing spells, she needed more than a little help.

 

She'd followed Robin up to the armor gallery, sure that he was up to some secret act of defiance that she knew she could not miss out on. But what she'd found instead as she observed the boy was that he was stood there, practicing spells for class, and making her feel small in comparison. Since when was he good at this sort of stuff?

 

"Since when were you good at this sort of stuff?" Xenia piped up.

Edited by Xenia Lupu-Haidei

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Robin Corelli-Rose

The lightning splashed to the stone floor, branching out in thin, crackling tendrils of energy that bounced off the suits of armour and leaded glass windows and made them appear as though they were shivering. A slash of his wand, and the electricity fizzled out, sucked back into the air and leaving only that peculiar scent behind. It was unmistakable; just like snow had a smell, and rain of course, so did lightning and that was it. Robin's skin continued to tingle.

 

By no means could he claim (or did believe, really) that he had a leash on elemental magic, though it did come easiest to him of all the other spells. His wand cooperated, as did the magic that came out of it, allowing him to entertain the idea that perhaps he did have control, after all, but only with this particular brand of magic. He couldn't find a reason why that was a bad thing - in fact, it made heaps of sense: elemental magic was grounding and as natural as magic got. At the same time, those spells were literal forces of nature, unpredictable and wild and awesome in every definition of the word, and... somehow, Robin felt comfortable with them. Around them. He had a healthy respect for things so powerful.

 

Maybe it was that.

 

Maybe it was that, plus his dragon heartstring wandcore, which absolutely demanded respect. Sometime when Robin hadn't been paying attention, his core and magic had shaken hands and struck up a bond that he could benefit from. Huh.

 

He was thinking about the next elemental spell he'd like to cast, when a dark blot on his periphery let him know he wasn't alone a second before the voice did just that. Robin lowered his wand and turned, to find Xenia staring at him. He blinked back. His mouth twitched sideways. Neither the floor, walls, ceiling or anything else in the room would have any more of an answer to his Housemate's question than he did at the moment, so he never shifted his eyes. Then, Robin's left shoulder slowly rose and his head tilted in the same direction, as if to meet it: Iunno.

 

"Almost always," he supplied. "Elements are natural. I'm gonna make it snow," he said suddenly. The rise of his brows was all Xenia was going to get of him asking, Wanna see?

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