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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia Yarborough Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley Gryffindor Seventh Year
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Originally Posted by TwistedHearts Zara smiled at Kurumi, "Yup!" Zara said, as she scribbled down notes. Zara nodded in response. "I'm sure you can keep up." She encouraged, gave Tayla a thumbs up and turned back to her group. Zara nodded at Simon, and wrote down what he said.
Smiling at Caroline, who spoke to her the first time, Zara replied, "Nice to meet you too, Caroline," with a smile. "It's not really a problem, Kyle," the little Gryffindor smiled and scribbled some more notes.
Then Zara had a question she had in mind that was bothering her. Lately, she's been having strange dreams, and now since divination talked about past, present, and future, maybe it could possibly interpret dreams somehow? She didn't know, but she could ask, right? "Erm, is is possible to use scrying into interpreting dreams?" Was it possible to scry into someones dreams? That, in itself was a ingeniously genius idea - and question. Being the token Ravenclaw of the group and having questioned that idea herself in the past Kyle spoke. "I don't really know if it is actually possible - but I do know in Egypt they used to believe that you could scry into dreams" she explained roughly it wasn't the best description yet. But, that wasn't textbook and she wasn't all that sure. "I believe what you need is an oil lamp - the older kind with the wick that falls into a glass bulb filled with oil" she explained tapping her finger loosely on her knee as she spoke - still calming herself down a bit there. "you would also need a small strip of linen and a quil or pen and inc - and you write the name of the god you want to scry to on the linen" she tapped her eye tooth down lightly against her lower teeth as she thought of what else she had seen that was needed. She was about to make herself look like a bookworm. "What you do, is you don't use the wick that would come naturally with the lamp you twist the linen into a wick insert it into the lamp" she took a quick breath this was a lot a lot of speaking. "Place the lamp on your bedside table, and using the same ink you used before draw the image of the god you wish to commune with on your left palm." Ye she liked Egyptian mythology and magical lores after all who didn't? Cursed artifacts - and beautiful things. "Then you light the lamp kneel before it, and say - while concentrating on the image on your palm; Thoth, (insert desired god here) I invoke, blessed power of dreams divine, - but actually say the god in question's name" clearing her throat she tapped her foot on the floor.
Impatient maybe? Answer yes...she wanted to get on with class, and to well get on to the end of class and homework. "Okay so the full invocation is this" she explained by pulling out a piece of paper with a hand written invocation on it. SPOILER!!: invocation Thoth, (use name of desired god) I invoke, blessed power of dreams divine,
Angel of future fates, swift wings are thine,
Great source of oracles to human kind,
When stealing soft, and whispering to the mind,
Through sleep's sweet silence and the gloom of night,
Thy power awake the sight,
To silent souls the will of heaven relates,
And silently reveals their future fates. "After the invocation simply concentrate on your question and then wrap your hands 'round another piece of black linen about four inches wide by thirty inches long" she looked over wondering if anyone was actually paying attention to her random diversion here...it was interesting and maybe a type of scrying? Who knew? "The black linen is for - well...its called the black eye of Isis, the Magic of Isis, or Black Isis" yeah that didn't sound oddly slurred in a certain fashion there? Dark magic anyone? "All you do after that is blow out the flame and clear your mind then go to sleep...Oh but I nearly forgot you can't eat for four hours before the whole ordeal or it won't work supposedly."
Pulling out a little black book on egyptian magic from her bag she placed it on the table infront of Zara. It was warn, and you could still smell the slight smell of cinamon on it - yes, this was a lovely little book she'd nicked from Alex back at Beauxbatons.
Cue slight smirk.
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