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**Jesus Rodriguez** · 06-12-2017, 09:15 AM

Jesús didn't know what to expect which, he supposed, was the whole point of the challenge. The Whomping Willow wasn't something that he could tackle head on or take lightly, at that. He felt that the challenge, so far anyway, was about 65% better than dealing with an insidious dementor and life-like dummies controlled by absurd Ministry officials. The sixth year was still not over the slight (yes, a slight) from Hawthorne and Moxley. He realized that this was all the more reason for him to at least make it to the final challenge; he would set a slow-burning fire (metaphorically, speaking) in motion, to ensure that they suffered the most.

Still, he had a challenge to complete, and fussing over what should or shouldn't have happened would get him nowhere. From his vantage point, he could see the tree a little more clearly, making out details that he wasn't able to see previously. He had to hand it to them; they were really gunning for mystery, and Jesús could appreciate that. What he could not appreciate, however, was the lack of instruction, or direction, really. Jesús valued a good puzzle, often liked trying to figure things out, but this? He really could not figure it out. So, he stood, for a good minute, staring at the tree, debating over which spell to cast at it, when he noticed movement.

If it were up to him, he would've left the vicinity and not stuck around for the tree to start an attack using the icicles as projectiles. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to see the challenge through, even if it meant doing things that he wouldn't normally do. If his relatives could see him now, they would suck their teeth, shake their heads, offer prayers, and then give him an earful for being idiotic. Jesús frowned, his dark brows sloped downward, and he remained still save for his eyes (they were watching the tree carefully.) As the icicles fell, his eyes followed their descent and noted that there were indistinguishable (the distance did not help his vision at all) objects that fell as well. Curious. At that moment, the sixth year turned to look around him again. Surveying the area, Jesús didn't notice anything out of place and as he turned to his right, he saw something that he hadn't noticed before.

Strange. He was certain that there was nothing but the large stone near him when he'd first arrived. But it seemed that a cauldron and a workstation had joined him and he half-wondered if this was another set of charmed objects that were somehow sentient like in the previous challenge. Moving closer to the cauldron, Jesús glanced down inside it and plucked a note from the bottom. He read the note over several times, before turning his attention back at the tree. It seemed to have gone still again (but for how long?) and Jesús, according to the instructions on the note, needed to get to the passageway on the base of the tree. Wonderful! Jesús muttered under his breath, several words that he was fairly certain his mother would faint at (and would, subsequently, ground him for life for him saying them out loud) before looking towards the fallen objects near the tree.

He took a deep breath (the amount of work they were putting into these challenges was becoming annoying) and pointed his wand towards the objects, wondering what they could actually be, and used the Summoning Charm to bring them over to him. Jesús hoped that this wouldn't disturb the tree too much, and only hoped that the objects helped and not hindered his progress in the challenge. Once they arrived, Jesús saw that they were actually vials, and, again, was impressed that they'd managed to stay intact on the tree's branches. Looking back over to the Whomping Willow, Jesús guessed that the rest of the branches held more vials; he grimaced at the thought of having to retrieve more.

Jesús moved quickly and placed the cauldron and vials near the large stone (something about it felt oddly safe) before proceeding to move the workstation as well. Taking precaution would be key to surviving (he was fairly certain that his life would continue to be in danger the longer he remained in the competition) and finishing the challenge. The boy sighed loudly, frustrated that the challenge required him to brew a potion (at least, that's what he inferred from the cauldron, workstation, and ingredients.) He silently cursed his past self for not being diligent enough in Potions, and figured that this would be it for him. He looked over at the vials and frowned, trying to decide what exactly he could brew with the ingredients he had.

In his possession he had just enough ingredients to make a Girding Potion. Biting down hard on his lip, Jesús looked over the ingredients again, and then turned towards the tree. He was missing an ingredient (fairy wings, specifically,) and wasn't sure if having an exact amount of each ingredient would work in his favor. Having a few extra ingredients wouldn't hurt, and the tree had so many vials, he was bound to find fairy wings, right? Hopefully. He really hoped that he wasn't putting too much faith into the architects of this challenge. Putting on a brave face, Jesús walked a little closer to the tree, making sure to keep a good enough distance. Using fire would only agitate the tree and possibly melt the vials (and he needed them in one piece, obviously,) so he opted to sort of knock the vials off of the branches.

His plan was very simple. He would cushion the snow in the area between him and the tree, and then use the Ventus Jinx to knock the icicles and vials off of some of the branches. It seemed to be a safe (read: least invasive) method, that probably wouldn't result in the tree pummeling his body into the ground. He had high hopes, more or less, for his success. At that, Jesús pointed his wand towards the ground near the tree, and said "Mollaire," casting the Cushioning Charm to a few areas. It was just a precaution (although it was necessary in his mind,) in case the snow on the ground didn't actually break the vials' fall. He turned slightly, and pointed his wand towards the nearest branch, silently hoping that he did not agitate the tree anymore than he needed to (he was still worried about the whole passageway part of the note,) and said "Ventus!" The sixth year watched as a quick jet of wind burst from his wand and towards the nearest branch; Jesús hoped (desperately, at that) that the vials on that branch contained just what he needed, so that he could go back and brew the potion quickly.

06-12-2017, 09:15 AM	#4 (permalink)
Jesus Rodriguez Thunderbird Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,079 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jesús Rodríguez Sixth Year	Jesús didn't know what to expect which, he supposed, was the whole point of the challenge. The Whomping Willow wasn't something that he could tackle head on or take lightly, at that. He felt that the challenge, so far anyway, was about 65% better than dealing with an insidious dementor and life-like dummies controlled by absurd Ministry officials. The sixth year was still not over the slight (yes, a slight) from Hawthorne and Moxley. He realized that this was all the more reason for him to at least make it to the final challenge; he would set a slow-burning fire (metaphorically, speaking) in motion, to ensure that they suffered the most. Still, he had a challenge to complete, and fussing over what should or shouldn't have happened would get him nowhere. From his vantage point, he could see the tree a little more clearly, making out details that he wasn't able to see previously. He had to hand it to them; they were really gunning for mystery, and Jesús could appreciate that. What he could not appreciate, however, was the lack of instruction, or direction, really. Jesús valued a good puzzle, often liked trying to figure things out, but this? He really could not figure it out. So, he stood, for a good minute, staring at the tree, debating over which spell to cast at it, when he noticed movement. If it were up to him, he would've left the vicinity and not stuck around for the tree to start an attack using the icicles as projectiles. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to see the challenge through, even if it meant doing things that he wouldn't normally do. If his relatives could see him now, they would suck their teeth, shake their heads, offer prayers, and then give him an earful for being idiotic. Jesús frowned, his dark brows sloped downward, and he remained still save for his eyes (they were watching the tree carefully.) As the icicles fell, his eyes followed their descent and noted that there were indistinguishable (the distance did not help his vision at all) objects that fell as well. Curious. At that moment, the sixth year turned to look around him again. Surveying the area, Jesús didn't notice anything out of place and as he turned to his right, he saw something that he hadn't noticed before. Strange. He was certain that there was nothing but the large stone near him when he'd first arrived. But it seemed that a cauldron and a workstation had joined him and he half-wondered if this was another set of charmed objects that were somehow sentient like in the previous challenge. Moving closer to the cauldron, Jesús glanced down inside it and plucked a note from the bottom. He read the note over several times, before turning his attention back at the tree. It seemed to have gone still again (but for how long?) and Jesús, according to the instructions on the note, needed to get to the passageway on the base of the tree. Wonderful! Jesús muttered under his breath, several words that he was fairly certain his mother would faint at (and would, subsequently, ground him for life for him saying them out loud) before looking towards the fallen objects near the tree. He took a deep breath (the amount of work they were putting into these challenges was becoming annoying) and pointed his wand towards the objects, wondering what they could actually be, and used the Summoning Charm to bring them over to him. Jesús hoped that this wouldn't disturb the tree too much, and only hoped that the objects helped and not hindered his progress in the challenge. Once they arrived, Jesús saw that they were actually vials, and, again, was impressed that they'd managed to stay intact on the tree's branches. Looking back over to the Whomping Willow, Jesús guessed that the rest of the branches held more vials; he grimaced at the thought of having to retrieve more. Jesús moved quickly and placed the cauldron and vials near the large stone (something about it felt oddly safe) before proceeding to move the workstation as well. Taking precaution would be key to surviving (he was fairly certain that his life would continue to be in danger the longer he remained in the competition) and finishing the challenge. The boy sighed loudly, frustrated that the challenge required him to brew a potion (at least, that's what he inferred from the cauldron, workstation, and ingredients.) He silently cursed his past self for not being diligent enough in Potions, and figured that this would be it for him. He looked over at the vials and frowned, trying to decide what exactly he could brew with the ingredients he had. In his possession he had just enough ingredients to make a Girding Potion. Biting down hard on his lip, Jesús looked over the ingredients again, and then turned towards the tree. He was missing an ingredient (fairy wings, specifically,) and wasn't sure if having an exact amount of each ingredient would work in his favor. Having a few extra ingredients wouldn't hurt, and the tree had so many vials, he was bound to find fairy wings, right? Hopefully. He really hoped that he wasn't putting too much faith into the architects of this challenge. Putting on a brave face, Jesús walked a little closer to the tree, making sure to keep a good enough distance. Using fire would only agitate the tree and possibly melt the vials (and he needed them in one piece, obviously,) so he opted to sort of knock the vials off of the branches. His plan was very simple. He would cushion the snow in the area between him and the tree, and then use the Ventus Jinx to knock the icicles and vials off of some of the branches. It seemed to be a safe (read: least invasive) method, that probably wouldn't result in the tree pummeling his body into the ground. He had high hopes, more or less, for his success. At that, Jesús pointed his wand towards the ground near the tree, and said "Mollaire," casting the Cushioning Charm to a few areas. It was just a precaution (although it was necessary in his mind,) in case the snow on the ground didn't actually break the vials' fall. He turned slightly, and pointed his wand towards the nearest branch, silently hoping that he did not agitate the tree anymore than he needed to (he was still worried about the whole passageway part of the note,) and said "Ventus!" The sixth year watched as a quick jet of wind burst from his wand and towards the nearest branch; Jesús hoped (desperately, at that) that the vials on that branch contained just what he needed, so that he could go back and brew the potion quickly. __________________ Coming soon.