Open RP - Why You Shouldn't Play With Your Wand

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

((Or: I torture a criminally underplayed pup because it amuses me.))

It had all been going so well.

Meg had, earlier, paid a visit to Professor Granger, looking for recommendations to further her independent study interests. The professor had been willing to help, but after seeing that some of Meg's wandwork could use improvement, she'd sent her to look for a few Charms texts in the library.

Meg had been practicing her wand technique for quite some time when she noticed a charm written in the margin of the library book she'd been using. She'd at first been disgusted by such outright vandalism of school property, but then her curiosity got the better of her, and she cast the spell on herself, thus proving the old addage that book smart people don't always think practically.

Immediately, her head felt light, and her mind felt as if it were miles away from her body. Her stomach roiled, and she felt dizzy. She cursed herself for being all kinds of foolish, and stumbled to her feet. Immediately, the room began to spin and she had to brace herself against a bookshelf to keep on her feet.

She didn't trust herself to figure out how to reverse the spell on her own, and so she decided she'd better find someone grown-up and capable of doing magical things to fix it for her.

More than a little frightened, she made her way out of the library and down the hall, still hoping to encounter a kind soul who wouldn't laugh too much at her predicament. Her gait was lurching and stumbling, and occasionally she ran into walls and doors. This made her either want to giggle or cry, she couldn't seem to decide which. She probably would not be capable of walking a straight line or reciting the alphabet backwards.

Poor Meg had hit herself with an intoxication spell. If this didn't cure her of the desire to drink illicit beverages before her 21st birthday, probably nothing would.

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[gotcake.livejournal.com]

"You appear to be inebriated," GLaDOS noted calmly, staring up at Meg from the floor.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

It took Meg quite a while to find the source of the voice, and the fact that she remained upright was, to her, a great miracle.

"Noooo," she stated. "I didn' drink anything."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

When Ofdensen left the room he was in, he didn't expect to be plowed into by Meg.

"Meg? What happened?"

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg was so relieved to see a familliar face--namely her friend the band manager--that she embarrassed herself further by bursting into tears.

"It's awful," she sobbed. "It's a spell... I accidentally hit myself with it and now I feel funny and sick and weird and I don't know how to fix it!" The rest of what she might have said was lost in more tears.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Ofdensen grabs Meg's arm and drags her back into the room, pulling out his wand. "All right, hold still. Finite Incantatem."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg wiped her eyes on her sleeve and then had to take off her glasses to clean them.

"Thanks," she said, not looking at him. An intensely pounding headache had begun around her eyes, which did not help.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"What kind of spell was that?" Ofdensen asked as he mirrored her, cleaning his own glasses.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"It was written in the margin of a book." Meg had at least had the good sense to take the book with her, and she flipped it to the appropriate page to show him. "I didn't know what it would do!" She sighed. "And yeah... I know that means I shouldn't have tried it on myself."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm...." Ofdensen looked over that spell. "Not without someone to keep an eye on you, no. I think I might have an idea what it is exactly, but I'm going to need to feel the effects myself. Cast it on me, then after a minute reverse it."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Given the choice between wallowing in self-pity and geeking out over magic, Meg chose the latter every time.

'OK," she said. "If you're sure."

She raised her wand and recited the spell, watching anxiously to see what would happen.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Any studious observation Ofdensen was going to make...kinda got lost when he got hit by the spell.

He stumbled a bit, hanging onto the door. Grinning goofily at Meg, he began singing, "LALALALALALALALALA!"

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg couldn't help giggling. "How do you feel?" she managed to ask, even though seeing Ofdensen like this was highly entertaining.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

In lieu of answering, Ofdensen giggled and began poking Meg in the face. "Meg. Meg. You're Meg."

[bar-en-lothglor.livejournal.com]

Just as Meg was about to stumble into another wall a pair of hands caught her from behind and helped hold her upright.

"Careful there," Glorfindel said with concern as he turned the girl to face him, recognising her from his Sorting. The mun can't remember if they ever introduced themselves amid geeking out over magic, so we'll just assume they did. "Lady Meg? Are you unwell?"

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

The mun can't remember if names were exchanged either and she's too lazy to go look.

Meg looked extremely relieved at a familliar face. "I... don't know," she admitted. Unlike with Ofdensen, whom she'd talked to quite a lot, she didn't know Glorfindel well at all, and was still self-conscious teenager enough not to break down in front of him, that being the case. "I... cast a spell on myself and I don't know how to fix it."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing watched the girl for a few minutes. He knew the signs of intoxication, having used them to get away with things before. But, he himself was young for drink. He followed the girl, his orange trench coat hanging from his shoulders and flapping around his legs, his boots deliberately making noise as he walked. He drew even to her. "Hey," he said with a smile, discreetly keeping her from running into him.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Meg said brightly. She didn't recognize the boy, but he looked friendly. "How come there are two of you?"

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing glanced at her eyes to see where she might be looking, but they appeared crossed. "Because one of me is from the future," he suggested with a broad grin. "And he's telling me that we're going to go drink some coffee."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"...Oh." Meg said. Apparently, though, she was not drunk enough to stop nerding out about science. "But that... creates a para... para... thingy where there can't be two of you or you'll explode or something. Unless you can tesser?"

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

"There's no pora vora here," Jing said, replying with the only thing he could think of that made sense and exploded. He hadn't seen any of the small animals around, which was probably a good thing since there were a lot of students who would most likely be careless with them and drop them. He offered her his arm. "How about some coffee and you tell me how that tesser thing makes pora vora?" he asked.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg had totally lost track of this conversation, but was happy to be taken in hand. She took his arm and smiled. "Coffee sounds wonderful!" she said with more enthusiasm than the prospect might actually warrant. "I'm Meg, by the way."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Ah, Kir would be spouting all kinds of nonsense about now, trying to lure her away or berating Jing for stealing her. "I'm Jing," he said. He frowned slightly. "I think Ravenclaw is a little closer," he decided and set out in that direction. "Pleased to meet you," he said, once they were on their way again.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"Yesh," Meg slurred. "Ravenclaw. 'S a good place. Good coffee, too. It's also my house..." She smiled goofily. "'s nice to meet you, too, Jing. At least I c'n say your name without tripping over it."

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing smiled. "Yes, it's good I wasn't named Cassia. You'd have trouble with that." And, it was a girl's name, but that is entirely beside the point. "So, then, coffee and I'll escort you to your room?" he asked, the comment cheerfully delivered without an ounce of flirting.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good," Meg said. Her mind was nowhere near as dirty as the mun's, thank whatever gods there may be.

"I really didn' have anything to drink," she felt the need to point out. "It was a spell. Really it was!"