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Finally caught up with her notes, mostly, Paige was reminded of her unfinished clay rose that had been left in pieces all around her parchment and would have returned to her sculpting were it not for...all of that. What...wait...what? No seriously...what? Paige was left just gaping and blinking as the scene unfolded. Lots and lots and lots of blinking. Consider her clay completely forgotten once again and the want to melt into her seat to disappear in the face of this conflict overwhelming. Figuratively speaking, the conflict that came by association with this particular subject, not just in terms of dueling, was something that had always caused her to be a bit uneasy...and now here was a not-so-charming manifestation of actual conflict.
Was Blaise even MORE squirrely this term?!
Angelo diving back into the lecture portion only slightly brought her attention back, although his response to her inquiry in particular helped her gain more focus than the rest. Emphasis on the power and influence of language was something that had intrigued her from a young age and, well, for novel reasons this particular discussion had tickled her fancy considerably. But it seemed like now was perhaps not the time to ask some follow up questions on the matter.
Clay. Right. She was supposed to be sculpting something...and all she had was a stem with a few leaves attached to it. Petals still flat blobs on the desk. How to make it Dark? She supposed turning it into a Bloody-Red Rose would do the trick...although the flesh eating shrub was not Dark in nature like Dark creatures were. It didn't kill for the sake of killing but rather to feed...so not considered a dark-bred plant, right? Using it for ingredients in a potion was one thing, but it was hardly a response the Hufflepuff felt worth voicing and therefore her hand remained down for a little longer.
The second half of his question, however, was something that she probably could offer up her voice to - particularly since there was a tie in with her interest in language and the written word. Or, well, potentially so. She only knew how Golems functioned within the muggle literature she had read. "Is...is it true that something as simple as a word can defeat them?" she asked upon raising her hand. The pen being mightier than the sword was, well, something that resonated with this particular young woman. "I've read narratives where Golems were brought to life with carvings on their foreheads, emet...the Hebrew word for 'truth', and to deactivate it one need to remove the first letter from that word to change it's meaning from 'truth' to 'death'..." He mind was swirling a bit, so many thoughts flooding in at once it was hard to isolate each one. Did that mean that Hebrew was one of the languages that Angelo was referring to in response to her suggestion? There had been an emphasis on other methods of Dark manifestation other than spellwork just now... "Do the same...or similar...laws of magic apply?"
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