All Folks Are Damaged Goods (closed)

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Post by Cana Havich » Wed Aug 22, 2018 3:05 am

Cana knew he was a ridiculous person. He got crushes on wrestlers instead of actors. He liked Dark arts more than Defense. He preferred the subtlety of Potions to the shock and awe of Transfiguration. He kept to a religion that was largely dead outside of a few countries.

And currently, he was weight training with a giant chunk of felled tree because what else was he supposed to do with a free afternoon? He couldn't exactly have packed an entire weight room with him after all. And anyway a lot of the weights were too short in the bars for him. He had to have room to space his long arms out. Really, a 150 or so pound tree branch was the best option available.

Unfortunately, it seemed to have the side effect of a lot of people ignoring him though. Or staring. Neither of which he was fond of. But oh well. This kept his mind off of other things.

Like the letter sitting back in his dorm.

It had amazed him that Gabe had gotten the letter out. He was under the impression Durmstrang was incredibly strict with everything, including mail. But it had arrived that morning and ever since then, it's content had been on Cana's mind.

It was positive. Gabe was sure that as soon as he graduated in the summer, he would make his way over to Scotland to see Cana in his last year at Hogwarts. He sounded so confident. There was not a lick of doubt in the letter.

But there was doubt in Cana's mind. What if Mr. and Mrs. Warner got wind of this? What if they interfered? Or worse. What if after a whole year away from him, Gabe had moved on? Sure they'd been dating for three years, but how long was that really? What if he met a guy at Durmstrang that wasn't as weird as Cana? Or as filled with baggage as Cana? Who hadn't hurt Gabe like Cana had?

And there it was again.

Trying his best to focus on what he was doing, he switched his arms around on the branch for a different set of reps.

It was then, he felt a small tap on his back.
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Post by Angela Deville » Thu Aug 23, 2018 1:49 am

Angela was wandering the grounds to find the perfect place to just sit down and read. Between the many classes she started to take and the huge amount of homework she had received in just the first few days of classes, she was finally able to seek out the enormous library of Hogwarts. She had been amazed at the amount of books there were. Her home was definitely rich with books, but compared to the school library? There was no comparison at all. So she had happily started to gather the books at her eye level, not even daring to reach for the higher ones because of how small she was, and she had brought an armful outside.

There she had softly made her way to a large tree near the forest, but not too near the forest, for she had no wish to meet any wild magical creatures. Placing a small blanket on the ground and stacking her books next to her, she reached for the first. Charms of the Past, Present, and Future. Skipping through the introduction and just starting to read the first chapter, she suddenly heard a sound and felt movement in the air.
Angela was frozen. She had always been deathly shy and so afraid of even her own shadow, and she hadn’t even spoken to most of her housemates in Ravenclaw yet. She was never one to start up a discussion, nor even one to say a simple, ‘Hello’ first. But she was dying to make friends. She had been so lonely at home with no one to play with. Her perfect older brother always at the center of attention, and her amazing younger brother who had been so magically talented even though he was not yet old enough to go to Hogwarts. They were the ones who had received all their parents love and attention.

She waited for the sound again, and it came. A large swinging sound, though not from the branches swinging in the wind. The sound came from behind her tree, which had a large trunk that had obscured her view, as well as hiding her from anyone else’s view. She gathered her blanket and the Charms book she had been reading and made her way around the tree to find a tall boy who was carrying a tree branch as thick as his own arm, maybe even thicker. Angela was amazed at how he seem to easily carry the branch, a feat that she herself could never even imagine. She had always been an indoor person, liking a book and an alcove more than sprinting outside.

Just then, a nearby tree lowered a leafy branch in the most peculiar way, and tapped the boy on his back. It was almost as if the tree understood how Angela wouldn’t be able to talk first, and had instigated the conversation. You could never tell with magical trees.

“It..” Her voice faltered. “It was the tree!”

It was all she could muster as she tried to explain that it was not her who had tapped the boy, but a magical plant with a mind of its own.
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Post by Cana Havich » Thu Aug 23, 2018 2:09 am

Cana looked up at the girl with the small voice. At first, it didn't register what she was saying. A...tree? Like the one he was holding? He looked down at first in a stupor, and then felt the tapping turn to an insistent scratch. Yelping a little, he dropped the branch and turned sharply. A long, snaking tendril of a branch crept forward, grabbed the fallen branch he was holding, and slowly dragged it out of view.

Huh.

Well, that was suitably weird, even by Cana's standards.

Cana looked back towards the small girl with dark hair who'd warned him. Running a hand through his long hair, he let out a self-deprecating huff.

"Well, that certainly could have gone much worse. Tusen takk---err, thank you very much!"

He wasn't particularly used to being so nice, but since coming to Hogwarts, something had seemingly changed. He was still fascinated by Dark things. He was still more than a bit weird. And he was miserable without Gabe. But he found himself being kinder to people: more willing to give them a chance. It was a stark contrast to the bully he'd verged on being back home at Gammla Uppsala.

Not, of course, that he'd ever bully a first year. Or a girl. He had manners after all, and he'd always had a strong paternal streak for those younger and smaller than him. He supposed it came from being a big brother to his two younger sisters.

Gods, they would have started at Gammla Uppsala this year, wouldn't they? He needed to write them. He'd only heard of them through his parents' letters, but that wasn't enough. He had no decent excuse not to write them other than wallowing in his own misery.

Shaking off his inner thoughts, he approached the tiny girl. Gods, he had more than two feet on her!

"Seriously, that could have been a lot worse. Thank you. I'm Cana by the way. Cana Havich. I don't think we've run into each other before?"
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Post by Angela Deville » Fri Aug 24, 2018 7:55 am

Angela looked on as the tree took the fallen branch the boy had been lifting, and bring it back into the forest. She had grown up in a magical family so she was familiar with various forms of magic, but she definitely felt the magic at Hogwarts was much stranger than any place else. She swiftly moved a few more footsteps away from the forest, lest the trees start to wish for humans as well.

She glanced at the boy, now as he was facing her. He had long dark hair and had a solemn expression on his face. He was much taller than her and she had to lift her head all the way back to even get a good look at his face. Angela had always been short but she felt even shorter in the presence of this boy, er, man. She carefully placed her long dark hair behind her right ear so she could see better.

"Well, that certainly could have gone worse." The boy continued with thanks with a few words she could not understand. A different language perhaps? Maybe words she had not heard of before?

Angela nodded in agreement. It certainly could have been much worse. She heard of the Whomping Willow, a tree that was known to attack any bird, animal, and probably student, that came near it. Angela had taken care to avoid the tree and had given it it's space.

"Seriously, that could have been a lot worse. Thank you. I'm Cana by the way. Cana Havich. I don't think we've run into each other before?"

Angela took a deep breath. She could do this. It wasn't hard to speak to strangers. She would just have to try to talk in a loud enough voice.

"My..." She cleared her throat. Her words were little above a squeak. "My name is Angela Deville. I'm in my first year, in Ravenclaw," she almost whispered.

She was wearing the entire school uniform, all components as clean and straight as can be. She had on the blue necktie of Ravenclaw and her school robes all donned the blue and bronze badge. The books on the ground near her feet and the one book she had picked up with her blanket in hand, her entire stance showed her presence in Ravenclaw all too well. Her parents were from a long line of Slytherins and her older brother was in Durmstrang. They had been displeased to hear that she was put into Ravenclaw, but she herself secretly knew she would never have been a strong Slytherin student, cunning in mind and ambitious in their achievements.

She thought about moving to pick her things up and leave, but the boy had talked first and she was not about to give up this opportunity to meet someone new, maybe someone who could be her friend.

"Um.." She took a slow breath. 'Calm yourself,' she told herself. "What were you doing with the tree branch?" Was it perhaps, magic? The boy seemed older than her and probably had learned more magic than she had learned in the past few days since school started. She had barely been able to raise the feather in Charms class and her match had stayed a match, rather than a needle, in Transfigurations, although she could manage a sliver of silver.
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Post by Cana Havich » Fri Aug 24, 2018 11:55 pm

Oh gods.

She was adorable.

Cana's protective older brother streak surged. He'd always had a bad one, even though his younger sisters very strongly thought they didn't need protecting. But ever since he'd moved away from Norway and his sisters, his older brother senses had gone haywire and attached themselves to the first year girls of Hogwarts. It was kind of embarrassing at times, but he also couldn't bring himself to care what other people thought about it. Besides, some of these girls needed protecting. It was a big scary school, with big scary things--and sometimes big scary people. And Cana was always there with a desire to stop big scary people from hurting little girls.

He grinned at her, trying not to let on that he would totally fight someone for her.

"I'm a sixth year Slytherin. Guessing we don't have any classes together," he joked.

There was probably, he thought, a good deal different about them besides age and house. The little girl looked pin-straight and neat in her uniform whereas Cana had rumpled his up and sweated through his noticeably. Gods, he probably looked frightening. Not that he didn't always look a minimum of "threatening" on his best days.

"Oh, I was just...exercising," he said, lamely, realizing how dumb it sounded when he said it aloud. "Probably should have transfigured it first but um...that might have made the tree angrier, so it might be better that I didn't actually."

He looked down at the stack of books by her feet, but couldn't read the titles from where he was standing.

"Studying? Anything you need help with?"
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Post by Angela Deville » Mon Aug 27, 2018 1:26 am

Angela took a deep breath. She was barely able to carry the words out and her body quivered in anxiety. She so wanted to overcome her fear of speaking to people. She had felt lonely in her house because she was unable to talk with her housemates and they had considerately given Angela her space, until she was ready to approach them. She just wasn’t ready yet.

The boy grinned at her and Angela let out a small breathe of relief. He seemed to be nice and his expression was loads better than before when he had been lifting the tree. He still had a slightly intimidating presence about him with his clothes all in disorder.

“I'm a sixth year Slytherin. Guessing we don't have any classes together," he said. Sixth year? He was at least five years older than Angela who was turning twelve in the winter. James, her older brother was a fifth year at Durmstrang Institute and now that she knew how old the boy in front of her was, she could see just how much older he was.

As he explained how he had been exercising, Angela caught on to the word, transfigured. He could already transfigure large objects? Would she be able to do the same five years from now? She had been so embarrassed in class when she wasn’t able to turn her match into a needle. It hadn’t mattered whether her classmates had been unable to do the same, it only mattered that she had failed. Once again she was thankful she was away from home, away from her sharp eyed mother who took failure as an impossible feat.

The boy, no, Cana, glanced at her books, all haphazardly unsettled all over the place. Angela blushed. What must he think of a Ravenclaw who couldn’t take care of her own books, even more so when they were library books? She hurriedly picked them all up as he asked her if she needed any help studying. Could she really ask for help?

She held out A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration, her textbook for Transfigurations. “Can you help me make a match into a needle? I couldn’t in class.” Her face was bright red as she said this. Despite her embarrassment as being a failure, she knew she needed help and she was also hoping that he could be her first friend at Hogwarts.

She turned the pages of the book to the first chapter where she had diligently written down word by word, what the Professor had said in the first class. Transfiguration is a very systematic, exact magical discipline was written in small words and important phrases were neatly underlined with red ink. She couldn’t understand how learning the theory behind everything was so easy, but the practical component of magic was so hard. She had always been a little slow to magic. She never showed any glimmer of accidental magic (although nobody thought how strange it was that she could always reach the highest shelves in the library or how the teapots never went cold when she was around) and her parents had been sure she was going to be a squib. A squib! In the Deville household? If she had been so unfortunate to be one, it would have been an abomination.

Angela lifted the open book towards the boy, her small hands barely carrying the thick book. “Could you teach me, if you please?”
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Post by Cana Havich » Mon Aug 27, 2018 2:22 am

Cana watched with mild concern and some amusement as Angela scrambled for her books. He'd heard things about Ravenclaw from his two male cousins in the House, and this seemed to line up with that. Pin straight academia on the outside, absent-minded genius underneath. Angela seemed so concerned about her books, but it was likely something else that was bothering her.

He smiled softly as she held out a beginners transfiguration book.

"You know, the wizards in the UK do a disservice by not letting you all practice earlier. Not your fault, of course. And I will help you. It is no problem."

He strode over on long legs, and looked closely at the notes she held. He knew he looked silly, looming down upon her, staring at the paper. But it gave him an idea of what she was expected. He slowly realized as he mentally translated, that this had to be the exact wording of the book she had been taught from.

Oh, this just wouldn't do.

Getley taking the notes from her, he set them off to the side. Part of him wanted to destroy them somehow for all the help they'd be, but he didn't want to damage this poor thing's nerves more than he seemed to already have done. Flopping down into a criss-cross sitting position (he was still nearly as tall as she was from on the ground), he grinned and put his head in his hands.

"You won't need those. Nope. Nuh-uh. It's good to read them once or twice, but from then on, it's all you. Now, take a seat," he gestured widely in front of him.

"Transfiguration is quite simple once you get past the expectation of getting exactly what you're expecting," he began. "Now that's not to say that you should expect a key and get an octopus. Though that would be very impressive..." he trailed off for a second, imaging the possibilities. "You just shouldn't expect to get it right on the first try. Start by expecting it to be silver....Do you actually have a matchstick or should I rob a tree for a close approximation?" he asked.
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Post by Angela Deville » Wed Aug 29, 2018 5:00 am

Angela blushed as Cana peered into her book. He had to bend almost 90 degrees or perhaps even more to even look down at her level. His previous comment about wizards not being able to practice earlier stuck with her. She was from a pureblood family so she was familiar with magic in its daily use. Her mother barely moved herself from wherever she stood and used her wand for almost all tasks in the household and her father was proud of himself in his magical abilities and sought to use eye-catching magical spells in front of his children. But Angela herself never practiced with her wand until she came to Hogwarts. Not only because of the law against underage magic, but because nobody thought to teach her even the most basic spells. She vowed to go back home during the summer and try to teach her younger brother at least, as many spells as she could, so he would not endure the same obstacles she was now facing.

Cana took her notes from her. Angela instinctively reached out for them as they were being taken away from her. What was he doing?! How was he going to teach her without the theories of the book?! Without her painstakingly taken notes? Her mouth was opened in silent surprise and she let out a small gasp.

She looked on in continuing surprise as Cana sat down in front of her, now almost the same level as her. It was the first time she could see his face properly. He had brown eyes and his skin was darker in contrast to her own extremely pale skin. Was this because he was out in the sun more often than she was? Judging by the way he had been exercising, she was sure this was true, whether or not it was the reason for his tan skin tone. She sat down in front of him, mirroring his legs in their crossed pattern.

"Transfiguration is quite simple once you get past the expectation of getting exactly what you're expecting. Now that's not to say that you should expect a key and get an octopus. Though that would be very impressive… You just shouldn't expect to get it right on the first try. Start by expecting it to be silver... Do you actually have a matchstick or should I rob a tree for a close approximation?"

The imagery was too silly for Angela not to laugh. Her soft giggle put her more at ease and she smiled for the first time in their conversation. She had always been with cold, quiet older people who had no time nor the patience for joking. Cana seemed so very different from these types of people. He matched her level, even though he was much older and knowledgeable compared to her.

She reached into her pocket and took out three matches. One was slightly more silver than the other two. She held them out in her little hand towards Cana.

“I used these in Transfigurations class. You can use them.” And she placed them in front of him. She contemplated whether she should take her wand out or not. He hadn’t said if she should, but she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to do anything without, so she hesitantly brought her wand out.

Her pine wood wand had a dragon heartstring core and at ten inches long, was a bit too big for her. She wasn’t sure she would ever be able to grow into it, but the second she was able to make small silver wisps of smoke come out from the tip at the wand store, she knew she held the right wand. Of course, the wandmaker had expressed that the wand chooses the wizard, but she felt it was a two way relationship.

She cleared her throat, hoping that she would be able to say the incantation correctly. Expecting the match to be silver? She hoped her imagination would be enough. “I… I think I’m ready!” Her voice though, didn’t show the same confidence as her words held.
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Post by Cana Havich » Wed Aug 29, 2018 8:01 pm

Cana smiled as Angela giggled lightly. Gods, he missed his sisters.

Truly though, he thought, it was ridiculous that a first year--multiple first years most likely--hadn't already been taught these minor spells already. While child wizards and witches weren't encouraged to do advanced magic in Scandinavia, they were most certainly taught to refine and control their early magic. The whole matchstick to needle trick wasn't something specific that they learned as children, but it was so close in principal of turning sea weed to woolen skeins that Cana felt it should be easy enough to teach, if not less complex. With kelp to wool, there was a great change in texture, size, length etc. Not so much with matchstick to needle and back.

Cana delicately took the matchsticks in his hand. Picking out the one that didn't have a silver tinge, he set it in the grass.

"Now, first off, what are you picturing when you're doing this spell?" he asked, taking out his own wand to mirror her. His was substantially different from her more traditional British style wand. Mistletoe wood, 14 3/4 inches, Rougarou hair core. The cursed wood that his alleged ancestor tricked into use for the murder of Baldur. A length more fitting of his height. And a core with a wholly American bent, taking after his mother's rearing; and it also had the affinity for dark magic--taking more after his father's side, as well.

"Let's imagine it. Instead of a regular match, imagine a silver one." He closed his eyes and looked in deep thought, even though this would require little effort of him. He gently waved his wand over where the matchstick should be, and when he open his eyes, it had become a solid silver color. Smiling, he placed the already silver tinged matchstick in front of Angela. "Try it!" he prompted.
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Post by Angela Deville » Fri Aug 31, 2018 3:59 am

Angela watched with curious eyes as Cana took the matchsticks from her. Her expression was hungry as she always looked when presented with new knowledge. It was what made her an avid learner and fast in all theoretical classes.

"Now, first off, what are you picturing when you're doing this spell?" Cana asked. He had his wand out. It was much longer than her own which made it look all the more menacing. It fit well with Cana’s own appearance.

Angela thought hard. What had she been picturing when she had been casting the spell? She wasn’t sure but she knew right at the moment she was picturing the wand movement picture that had been in the book and the words of the spell was floating in her mind, almost as if mocking her with her perfect memory but failed spell casting. Shouldn’t her knowledge on the incantation and the wand movement be enough? “I was thinking about how to move the wand and what to say,” she said plainly as an answer to Cana’s question.

"Let's imagine it. Instead of a regular match, imagine a silver one." Cana replied, and he closed his eyes. Angela was amazed at how confident he looked doing magic. It didn’t even look like he was concentrating.

Mesmerized, she observed how he waved his wand over the match and it immediately turned pure silver, shining in the dim sunlight above the two students. Angela gasped. How did he make it look so easy? She was so envious.

As he prompted her to try the spell on the already partially silver match. She placed it in front of her and taking a deep breath, she thought of the match as silver. Even though she tried to imagine the match as silver, the incantation and wand movement crept into her mind. She felt her concentration wavering as she started to lose confidence in herself. Even though Cana had not even used the words to the spell, Angela forgot this and started to stutter out the words she had learned in class. To no surprise, the match stayed the same as before, and she felt that it may have even turned more wooden than before.

Tears sprung to her eyes. Here in front of her, was a perfectly capable magical wizard, and although she too was a witch, she had been unable to do the same spell. With a shaky voice, she finally voiced her real concerns to the boy in front of her.

“Wha...,” she started and then with a hiccup in between words, continued, “Wha- what if, I’m not magical enough Mr. Cana?” Her voice cracked at the word, 'magical'. She had never excelled at anything before and she was constantly reminded of this fact through her parents’ continuous disappointment. She didn’t know that they were only worried about her lack of magical prowess, compared to that shown by their other two children, and they had been even more worried when Alexander, Angela’s younger brother by two years had shown accidental magic far earlier than she had.

Angela was so embarrassed that she had tears freely falling from her face now. She wasn’t an emotional child, but she was still so young that crying came to her more easily than hiding her tears. She hastily stole the tears with her long sleeved robe and tried to stop them. “I’m sorry,” she barely whispered. What a hassle she was to this kind person who had gone out of his way to teach her magic, something that should have been automatic to her, if she was a skilled witch.
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