"First you stumble over your own feet and now you start dropping things? Are you really this clumsy or do these kinds of things just coincidentally happen when I'm around."
"Your decision." He said with a shrug, his smile not faltering. "I imagine that kind of approach really comes in handy once exams are around the corner."
"At least you are fair enough to admit it, however how productive is it to prove that some ancient spell can make water get out from a painting?" she said, raising an eyebrown in disbelief. "Writing essays can help you understand a subject better, and I hardly can see how this could be less productive than the first."
She laughed at Lysander, that only now worried about that. âYou are right, no one wants to get in trouble, but a little camaraderie is also good. As to being a prefect, I am not, so you can relax.â
"Well, if I ever need a painting to do something like this, I now know which spell to use." He clarified with a smirk. "All the things I write in an essay I either already knew before or just read about in a book. Writing it all down again seems a little redundant. It just doesn't seem to have much of a practical value. Most of the time, I forget what I wrote within a couple of days."
"Hey, you make it sound like they're a disloyal bunch or something. Running probably would have been the smartest choice in this situation. If I had ran away as well, there wouldn't really be the danger of any of us getting into trouble, would there? Honestly, I can't blame them for a decision that I made." He visibly relaxed at hearing that she wasn't a prefect. "Oh, good. I'm not really paying attention to that kind of stuff, so you had me worried for a bit."
"Yeah," she nodded and sighed. "Most of the time, I donât mind this being a school, but right now it would be nice if there was less school work to be done."
"Well, the obvious solution would be to only do the most urgent school work and slack off with the rest. But I guess that's not really an option for you?" He asked with a smile.
"Ah, well. Thereâs always a bit on the letters about how I have to reply to this one. Youâd think theyâd realize it doesnât work.â Rose snorted and bowed theatrically. âThank you, I am a massively creative person. Iâm pretty sure at least half of the things I would think of doing to the wall would result in a detention. That is, if they caught me.âÂ
"Well, giving up on it would probably feel too much like admitting defeat to them." He grinned. "Wouldn't expect less of you. Not getting caught is the true art though."
"Technically?" she asked, raising an eyebrow to him, still accusative. However, when he was successful on stopping the water flow, Lucy was relieved enough to donât complain with him about it.Â
âA bet? You people really need to find some productive things to do, otherwise that kind of things - she said, showing the painting, now normal, on the wall - start to happen. Anyway, it looks like you indeed lost.â
"And also that your friends were too worried in getting themselves out of trouble to help you." Lucy noticed, once he was the only one who had stayed there. Slytherins werenât famous for their loyalty, after all.
"Well, I wasn't the one casting the spell but I can hardly pretend that l wasn't involved in this at all." He explained with a shrug of his shoulders. "We just confirmed that a rather ridiculous sounding spell is actually working. That sounds pretty productive to me. Seems more useful than writing essays to be honest."
"Can't blame them for not wanting to get in trouble. Being caught does kind of suck." He narrowed his eyes. "You're not a prefect, are you?" He added, the thought only just now occurring to him.
The day a young witch or wizard receives his or her wand is one of the most magical days of their lives. For a Muggleborn, this is proof of the strange new world they enter; for those who grew up knowing about magic, getting a wand is just the beginning of a new adventure. Many wizarding families choose to go to Ollivanderâs, located in Diagon Alley, to pick up their wands, although there are other, smaller wandmakers to choose from as well.
A wizardâs bond with his wand is a magical thing; the wand reacts to the ownerâs inborn magical abilities and there are many factors that affect a wandâs abilities, from length to core materials to degree of flexibility.
When Mr. Ollivander appeared from the back of the shop, his mother walked up to him and greeted him fondly like an old friend. Lysander curiously looked around the shop while Ollivander recalled the specifications of his parents' wands, tempted to take a closer look at the small boxes on the shelves but was stopped by the soft voice of the old man who was apparently done with dwelling on the memories of past wands.
âSo who's first?â Lysander looked over to his twin brother, knowing that Lorcan was just as eager to get his wand as he was. But his shy brother didn't seem like he would muster up the courage to speak up anytime soon, so Lysander stepped forward and announced that he was going first. His patience had worn thin at Madam Malkin's and while he would let his brother go first if he wanted to, he wasn't ready to waste any time either. He had been excited about getting his wand for a long time and had even tried on several occasions to convince his parents to move up their trip to Ollivander's.
Not much happened when he tried the first few wands, the wood feeling cold and foreign between his fingers. Mr. Ollivander handed him one wand after another, sometimes snatching them away again before he even had the time to wave them.
By the time he tried his tenth wand, Lysander started to narrow his eyes in concentration, as if he was trying to will the wands with his mind to react to him. He was getting frustrated, remembering the stories he had heard of people who needed hours to find their wand. Granted, he had no definite proof that these stories were actually true but he was inclined to believe them.
He was on his 22nd wand when finally, something different happened. When he took the wand, its handle immediately felt warm against his palm. Giving the wand a wave, bright sparks originated from its tip, illuminating the shop for a few moments. Ollivander nodded in approval, obviously convinced that they found the right match for him. âAh, Sycamore, 11 Âœ inches, dragon heart string, quite flexible. Powerful core. Eager for new experiences, but has a high dislike for mundane tasks. You best make sure that it doesn't get bored, or you might find yourself in need of a new wand.â Lysander's eyes widened at that, sceptically listening as Ollivander explained the rather unusual quirk of the wood. He wasn't sure what to think of a wand that combusted if he didn't meet its needs. âBut I have a feeling that you won't have problem keeping it busy.â Ollivander added with a smile when he saw Lysander's concern. âAfter all, this wand chose you for a reason.â Ollivander's words had reassured him a little but while he waited for Lorcan to find his perfect match, he kept skeptically eyeing the box that contained the wand. But by the time they entered the next shop, he was convinced that there was no way that the wand would combust under his watch.
"Oh? Then what exactly did you mean? Because it wasnât quite clear. It sounded an awful lot like a pity thing, which Iâll have you know, I donât need.â
"Not remotely dangerous? Youâve gotta be kidding me. How is it that youâve managed to escape unscathed for so long? You know, the giant squid seems friendly and all, but Iâve got my reservations about it. One of these days itâs going to snatch a student up and drown it, I just know it.â
"It was a semi-joking suggestion? I don't do pity kissing. I only kiss girls that I find attractive."
"You're probably not the first one to wonder about this, but I actually know what I'm doing. Or maybe I've just been lucky. The probability of being mauled by creatures isn't very high unless you decide to take a long walk in the forbidden forest, that's just how it is. And the squid has been here for ages. I'm sure that if it was interested in the students, that kind of think would have happened much sooner."
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