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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
|  be curious, not judgmental
CAPELLA SHINE BRIGHTLY WITH HER. And did anyone ELSE see that flicker of a smile? SHE GOT A SMILE OUT OF THEREOS. YEEEEEES. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all. He knew fabulousness when he saw it.
They were gonna get to CRAFT THEIR OWN BOWS? A RITE OF PASSAGE? Okay, THAT was pretty cool, but why had the centaur agreed to do this in the first place? Who had asked him to do this? Why did he want to teach humans this? It was awfully cool and all, but Soph was a little suspicious all the same. She did NOT UNDERSTAND.
It was mega cool that the Wind Whisperer was made from vine, though, because that's what HER wand was made of. Did that mean she and Thereos had something in common? Like, something deep within them that made them kind of similar to each other? Was Thereos a kindred spirit? The vine had spoken to Thereos, just like Soph's vine wand had responded to her. That WAS pretty exciting, too.
When they were set free to get started, Soph gave Zander a BIG smile of excitement and hurried over to survey the woods. Lowering herself down onto her knees, Sophie very methodically rested her hand flat on one piece of wood, let it rest there for a few long moments, closing her eyes to absorb its energies... then, when it didn't feel the way she knew it should, she moved onto another piece, and then another, taking her time with each one to give each one the opportunity to speak to her. She gave a low, pensive hum as she did so and--
OOOOO A WARMTH. Opening her eyes with a broad smile, Soph picked up the wood that had gelled well with her energy and... oh. Oh. Huh. Not vine like she'd anticipated, but... was this... aspen? A brilliant ivory color, very aesthetically appealing, and... huh. Interesting, that was, but... the more she considered it, it sort of made sense. The attributes she could think of that generally went along with the aspen wood were all good ones, ones about ambition and adventures and cool things like that. So. Even though it wasn't her beloved vine... it was responding to her, so she was gonna roll with it.
Shaping the wood, shaping the wood. Soph took her aspen wood off to the side to get away from the pile and started her work in shaping it nicely. "Diffindo... diffindo... diffindo..." Each casting was deliberate and precise, making sure to shave the wood evenly and smoothly and not make any cuts too irreparably deep. Once it was shaped well enough, she went on to stand it up straight, one hand on top to keep it steady, then lightly pushed at the middle section so it swiveled, the natural curve of its belly facing her. Squinting hard to decide where she should place the two notches, after a moment, she made two cuts roughly three inches apart in the middle with two quick casts of, "Diffindo! Diffindo!"
Not hesitating to continue along, Soph used more well-placed castings to shave down the wood at both ends of the bow, making sure they were symmetrical on both sides and the middle section was the thickest. It was harder to make sure it was going to be even than she'd thought it would be, and she found herself stopping more than once to give long, hard stares at each end in turn to figure out how much more needed to be shaved off, but eventually, she had a completed bow.
Well. Almost.
Retrieving caterpillar silk, Soph worked steadily to tie it to the top end first, then to the bottom of end of the bow, making sure the silk pulled nice and tightly from one and to the other. And then she realized... she hadn't even been THINKING about a name for the bow. Merlin. What did one even name a bow? Err.... ERRRR... how about... um... "Intaglio," Soph cast after a moment's thought, already carving The Aspen Adventurer into the handle of the bow. Didn't actually make a ton of sense, the bow itself wasn't an adventurer or anything, but... maybe it was in a weird way. Eh. It was just a name. Who cared, really?
With her bow fully completed, Soph raised her eyebrows. Thereos say WHAT? They were gonna be turning INTO centaurs? The professors were gonna transfigure their lower halves? SHE WAS GONNA BE HALF HORSE???
Wicked.
She surveyed the professors she could choose from - the transfiguration professor herself, Myers, or Culloden. York was the obvious choice, but basically EVERYONE was going over to her... and of the two guys, Soph trusted Culloden more to get the spell right. Though... she didn't trust him to get hers right. It'd be just like him to "accidentally" turn her into a pig or something first, but she figured he probably wouldn't do that here. Not in this setting. It'd probably be insulting to Thereos or something anyway.
After Ava's transfiguration, Soph stepped up and crossed her arms smugly in front of him, giving Culloden a look that said, dare you to try something funny with me here. Because he COULDN'T. He HAD to do what he was expected to do here. Hehehehe. "Make me look good, 'kay?" She wanted to be a pretty centaur.
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