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aRogueOne · 04-14-2019, 07:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Callie

It always came as a bit of a shock to Aoife just how fowards and backwards the wizarding community could be at the same time. They had things, magical things, that seemed truly revolutionary, and yet, elsewhere, they were firmly stuck in the dark ages. No where was this more evident to her than Scribbulus.

Putting aside, for the moment, the daunting realization that, just as she was beginning to master the pencil, Aoife was going to have to learn to sketch not only in ink, but with a quill instead of a pen, where was the magic? Where were the coloured pencils enchanted to never dull? Where were the old looking tomes of blank paper, that would never fill up so she could spend her life sketching and jotting down ideas and never reach the end? For that matter, where were the non-magical old looking tomes. They had those in the dark ages, didn't they? Parchment was grand for homework, but for sketching, Aoife preferred a book, and she preferred gorgeous journals and sketch books that were works of art unto themselves over store bought cardboard back eyesores. The kind you find on Etsy that are quare expensive.

She could sell Mam on a price, but gorgeous leather bound tome if it was enchanted to never run out of pages...

It really was a strange sensation. Shopping for a muggle notebook and pen in a shop with writing instruments only a wizard could dream up. Yet, here he was shopping for an ordinary blue pen and a muggle notebook. Yet, there was something oddly satisfying about the way doodles looked with various muggle pens that you just couldn’t get with quills and ink.

Picking up a brown leather notebook, he quickly flipped through it checking the quality of the paper before adding it to the growing collection of things in his arms. This in its self was a strange feeling. Having the ability to shop for whatever he wanted without worry for the cost was something that he’d long forgotten so to be able to now, after all this time, was a bizarre sensation. And yet, here he was, arms full of writing utensils and a notebook, ready for his new start in a different country across the sea.

Turning to purchase his items, he couldn’t help but stop as he noticed a younger black-haired girl looking somewhat lost in her own thoughts. Hesitantly, he walked over deciding to check if she was okay. After all, she was quite young to be in here on her own. “Uh... Excuse me, are you okay? Can I help you with something?” he asked in a quiet, warm voice, not wanting to startle the poor girl.

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aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,569 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Aoife Quote: Originally Posted by Callie It always came as a bit of a shock to Aoife just how fowards and backwards the wizarding community could be at the same time. They had things, magical things, that seemed truly revolutionary, and yet, elsewhere, they were firmly stuck in the dark ages. No where was this more evident to her than Scribbulus. Putting aside, for the moment, the daunting realization that, just as she was beginning to master the pencil, Aoife was going to have to learn to sketch not only in ink, but with a quill instead of a pen, where was the magic? Where were the coloured pencils enchanted to never dull? Where were the old looking tomes of blank paper, that would never fill up so she could spend her life sketching and jotting down ideas and never reach the end? For that matter, where were the non-magical old looking tomes. They had those in the dark ages, didn't they? Parchment was grand for homework, but for sketching, Aoife preferred a book, and she preferred gorgeous journals and sketch books that were works of art unto themselves over store bought cardboard back eyesores. The kind you find on Etsy that are quare expensive. She could sell Mam on a price, but gorgeous leather bound tome if it was enchanted to never run out of pages... It really was a strange sensation. Shopping for a muggle notebook and pen in a shop with writing instruments only a wizard could dream up. Yet, here he was shopping for an ordinary blue pen and a muggle notebook. Yet, there was something oddly satisfying about the way doodles looked with various muggle pens that you just couldn’t get with quills and ink. Picking up a brown leather notebook, he quickly flipped through it checking the quality of the paper before adding it to the growing collection of things in his arms. This in its self was a strange feeling. Having the ability to shop for whatever he wanted without worry for the cost was something that he’d long forgotten so to be able to now, after all this time, was a bizarre sensation. And yet, here he was, arms full of writing utensils and a notebook, ready for his new start in a different country across the sea. Turning to purchase his items, he couldn’t help but stop as he noticed a younger black-haired girl looking somewhat lost in her own thoughts. Hesitantly, he walked over deciding to check if she was okay. After all, she was quite young to be in here on her own. “Uh... Excuse me, are you okay? Can I help you with something?” he asked in a quiet, warm voice, not wanting to startle the poor girl.