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.

Comments

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Maybe..." Ofdensen said rather shiftily. Forgive him, his inhibitions are a bit low right now.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg quickly despelled him and watched his expression. "Better?" she asked. She felt like she should be taking notes, but wasn't quite crass enough for that.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Ugh." Boy, that was disorientating. Instant hangover.

Which, yes, confirmed that...

"Congratulations, Meg, you now know what it feels like to be drunk."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg's eyes went wide behind her glasses. "That's horrible!" she said. "I don't know why anyone would want to do that!"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"People think they would only have one or two drinks. Problem is that rational thought is the first thing to go when alcohol is in your system." Ofdensen shook his head.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"I'm never getting drunk for real if that's the case!" Meg after-school-specialed. She was thoughtful for a moment. "Although I guess it's different when it comes on you all of a sudden. That was the scary part. There was no warning."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Ofdensen blinked. "I suppose someone would use that on someone else as a prank. Believe me, it is preferable, if you have to get drunk, to do it gradually."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg shuddered. "Well, I guess that explains why the spell was in the book," she allowed. "It seems like a really viscious prank, though."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Christ, that instant hangover's killer. But effective, Meg. The victim would be too disoriented to do anything about it, giving the castor time to run."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg nodded. "Yeah, I guess it could have been a relic from when people actually had to go to classes here." She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Professor Granger had gone on and on about those days in their brief meeting.

"I'm glad you're back," she told Ofdensen, changing the subject. "I missed having a study partner around."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Ofdensen looked slightly troubled. "I never even knew I had been missing. One minute I was at my desk, the next I found myself covered in butter. I was shocked to find out months have passed."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg frowned. "That's got to be disorienting," she said. "i'm not sure that you missed very much, at least. Are the people in your band back?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"All the guitarists. The drummer and singer are still popcorn."

At this time, they were, anyway. The unpoppings happened later.

"Well, I certainly didn't miss anything of importance, except maybe a couple of classes."

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"We got a few new professors, too," Meg told him. "I met the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. She's... pretty young. Older than me, but definitely not your age. But she hasn't had a class yet."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Is she competent, at least?" As long as she knew what she was talking about, age wasn't really a factor.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"I guess she is," Meg said. "She gave me some advice about how to improve my wand skills. She apparently went to Hogwarts... before... you know... we got here. When it was a real school."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Ah, so she's probably the most qualified teacher here. Not to say all of them are bad. Just most." Kusuriyuri was a good teacher, and, well, he's never been to Kurama's class so he doesn't know. Or Grant's.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

"I guess we'll see," Meg said. "I hope she's not all talk." Of course, Professor Granger's competence would best be tested if the mun would quit being lazy and write up a class.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"I know I'll attend, barring accidents." Which he hoped wouldn't happen again.