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Tazenhani · 07-09-2015, 02:43 AM

SPOILER!!: T-man

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

"I hope not."

Not for the first time that day, Toby's mouth had gone ahead and spoken without any prior permission from his brain. He honestly could have kicked himself, and even though it wasn't even that bad (he'd said worse things in the past without thinking), it was just such a negative and self-deprecating thing to say out loud that Toby was kind of nervous about how easily it had slipped out. But there was a chance that Dakest would interpret it as purely magic related, as that was what they were actually talking about.

"I mean... I guess not, no. Maybe? I don't know." By this point Toby had reached the Hippogriff stable, and he stepped up onto the door as he had earlier at the abraxans. "I don't think so."

He made a face at the mention of patronuses. Sensitive subject, yes. "Some people can't produce a patronus. No matter how much they want it," Toby pointed out, with just a touch of frustration in his voice. He immediately regretted his tone, though, however slight it had been, and bit down hard on his lip. "... Sorry." It didn't escape his notice that, as someone who'd still not attempted a patronus and therefore didn't know if he was one of those people, he had no right to get upset. He wanted to be able to produce one, though, wanted it so bad. He was just... afraid. For reasons.

Toby stayed quiet for a long moment, keeping his eyes on the Hippogriffs, before all at once his expression changed to a hopeful one and he seemed to suddenly brighten again. The change of mood was almost whiplash-inducing. "Could you help me? With the wandless magic stuff, I mean." Not with a patronus. At least... not yet. "Maybe? 'Cause I dunno how I'm gonna learn to control it. I've never been very good at the whole self-control thing on my own." At least, not in the conventional ways. In some ways, he was far too good at it for his own good.

Toby looked across at Dakest now, and the man's last comment finally registered. He considered it for a moment, really properly thought about it perhaps more than he was actually meant to, but eventually looked back at the Hippogriffs without saying anything in return.

What surprised Sabel was the lack of decisiveness with which Toby answered what he had considered a rather rhetorical question. How could the boy not know? Either one wanted to stay how they were, expected to, or they didn't. Simple enough as that.

So while Toby was making a face at the mention of patronuses, Sabel was making his own face for the confusing mind of Mr. Fuller-Thompson. Which, included an arched eyebrow at the rather defensive retaliation. "True. But most people who claim to be unable to do so have given it a go. And I'm sure if you talked to most people who can do wandless magic, they would be the minority of successfuls."

Just saying Mr. Fuller-Thompson. Just saying.

The mouse-like sorry got a dismissive wave of his hand. Not in dismissing the apology, but the need for one. Patronuses, he had learned, were of a rather sensitive nature with this group of kids. Something he had accepted, albeit without a great deal of understanding.

He rested his shoulder against the stable wall, idly watching the abraxans, and finding himself thinking of his wife. She had always loved the horses, always been around them. The thought had him smiling in private distraction, so when Toby's request came, it came as a blatant shock.

He blinked. Once, twice at the boy before surprise exchanged itself for a small smile. "I'm flattered you think I even know the first thing about using wandless magic." He shrugged his shoulders. "I know about it, but I don't know how to wield it."

A minor point of frustration, especially since his own mentor boasted a variety of talents with the subject. For a brief moment, Sabel thought of giving Toby a referral. That thought was instantly burned. Damien would eat the kid alive.

"I can, however, do my best to help you with control, with practicing magic, with discipline in that regard." With all the things a DADA professor could mentor in. Another shrug of his shoulders. "Things may fall into place once you have those foundations set up."

07-09-2015, 02:43 AM	#143 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: T-man Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir "I hope not." Not for the first time that day, Toby's mouth had gone ahead and spoken without any prior permission from his brain. He honestly could have kicked himself, and even though it wasn't even that bad (he'd said worse things in the past without thinking), it was just such a negative and self-deprecating thing to say out loud that Toby was kind of nervous about how easily it had slipped out. But there was a chance that Dakest would interpret it as purely magic related, as that was what they were actually talking about. "I mean... I guess not, no. Maybe? I don't know." By this point Toby had reached the Hippogriff stable, and he stepped up onto the door as he had earlier at the abraxans. "I don't think so." He made a face at the mention of patronuses. Sensitive subject, yes. *"Some people can't* produce a patronus. No matter how much they want it," Toby pointed out, with just a touch of frustration in his voice. He immediately regretted his tone, though, however slight it had been, and bit down hard on his lip. "... Sorry." It didn't escape his notice that, as someone who'd still not attempted a patronus and therefore didn't know if he was one of those people, he had no right to get upset. He wanted to be able to produce one, though, wanted it so bad. He was just... afraid. For reasons. Toby stayed quiet for a long moment, keeping his eyes on the Hippogriffs, before all at once his expression changed to a hopeful one and he seemed to suddenly brighten again. The change of mood was almost whiplash-inducing. "Could you help me? With the wandless magic stuff, I mean."** Not with a patronus. At least... not yet. "Maybe? 'Cause I dunno how I'm gonna learn to control it. I've never been very good at the whole self-control thing on my own." At least, not in the conventional ways. In some ways, he was far too good at it for his own good. Toby looked across at Dakest now, and the man's last comment finally registered. He considered it for a moment, really properly thought about it perhaps more than he was actually meant to, but eventually looked back at the Hippogriffs without saying anything in return. What surprised Sabel was the lack of decisiveness with which Toby answered what he had considered a rather rhetorical question. How could the boy not know? Either one wanted to stay how they were, expected to, or they didn't. Simple enough as that. So while Toby was making a face at the mention of patronuses, Sabel was making his own face for the confusing mind of Mr. Fuller-Thompson. Which, included an arched eyebrow at the rather defensive retaliation. "True. But most people who claim to be unable to do so have given it a go. And I'm sure if you talked to most people who can do wandless magic, they would be the minority of successfuls." Just saying Mr. Fuller-Thompson. Just saying. The mouse-like sorry got a dismissive wave of his hand. Not in dismissing the apology, but the need for one. Patronuses, he had learned, were of a rather sensitive nature with this group of kids. Something he had accepted, albeit without a great deal of understanding. He rested his shoulder against the stable wall, idly watching the abraxans, and finding himself thinking of his wife. She had always loved the horses, always been around them. The thought had him smiling in private distraction, so when Toby's request came, it came as a blatant shock. He blinked. Once, twice at the boy before surprise exchanged itself for a small smile. "I'm flattered you think I even know the first thing about using wandless magic." He shrugged his shoulders. *"I know about* it, but I don't know how to wield it." A minor point of frustration, especially since his own mentor boasted a variety of talents with the subject. For a brief moment, Sabel thought of giving Toby a referral. That thought was instantly burned. Damien would eat the kid alive. "I can, however, do my best to help you with control, with practicing magic, with discipline in that regard."** With all the things a DADA professor could mentor in. Another shrug of his shoulders. "Things may fall into place once you have those foundations set up." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.