SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

Fireheart · 05-30-2021, 03:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

We have powerful tools: openness, optimism, and the spirit of curiosity.
Words that dad often said. It was kind of funny how those three things were pretty representative of himself and his siblings, even if the quote was from that old science fiction show the man was always watching and going on about. But curious was something he excelled at...even if this time he may not be curious simply for the sake of curiosity.

Uuuuuuuuuuuh. Speaking of that motivation. It wasn't like Atlas could just outright go 'well, you see, I suspect Healer Poppy has done something to the bread despite having no grounds but historical reference to base these assumptions off of'. Or, well, he COULD but it would be unwise and would not get him to where he wanted to with all this.

"Curiosity...and also thinking way ahead with what I might want to study at university and potentially go into as a career. Working for Magical Law Enforcement or Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, for example. Figured it was best to dabble in as many things as possible while I am young and see if anything sticks out."

It seemed like he was playing his cards right without revealing all of them...and that was awesome. His eyes even widened a little and twinkled as Professor Varma collected a cauldron and vial with a blue liquid he could not identify on sight alone. He was decent at potions but...also not decent enough. "Scarpin's Revelaspell? No...can't say that I have..." Was he going to learn that right now?!

A tiny part of Shreya wondered if Atlas was really telling the truth about his motivations. But his response had been earnest—commendable, even. She had displayed the same determination as a second year herself. In fact, by the time she boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time, she was already dreaming of career opportunities.

"Very well." She nodded, motioning the Gryffindor over toward the cauldron, where the blue liquid was swirling merrily. Shreya wasn't surprised that he hadn't heard of the spell before. It was an advanced charm, and a particularly tricky one to cast at that. "Scarpin's Revelaspell is a charm to help you identify the ingredients of a potion. If performed correctly, it will split a magical substance into identifiable components." It was typically the first step (beyond sight and smell identification) forensic potioneers took in determining an unknown concoction. Of course, it didn't always work—there were enchantments that brewers could place on their potions to prevent them from breaking down with spells. But it was a good place to start. "The incantation is SpeRevelio, and the wand movement is a semi-circle over the object you want to reveal. Finish it off with a flick of the wrist." She used her hand to shadow the motion.

The professor gestured to the blue potion in the cauldron. "Want to give it a try?"

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

Nem's eyes raked the professor's expression, their own face a mask. Funny, the way tugging a heartstring here and there, using the Lucien Rosier factor, tended to be more fruitful with adults than with people their own age or younger. Different people needed different angles, Nem knew that very well, but there were general trends to be seen as well. The kids around here took things so personally; this wasn't exactly an eye-opening revelation.

"Some other day, maybe." It was possible they knew of exactly the kind of frustration born of having something dangling just within reach only for it to be snatched away without warning, and that they took a kind of pleasure in doing both the dangling and the snatching. It was also possible that they had genuinely intended to ask about something, and changed their mind at the last second. The two possibilities were not, of course, mutually exclusive.

They allowed a brief hint of a smile and made for the door, hand still in their pocket, rubbing their thumb over the surface of their name tag from Defence Against the Dark Arts, which they had no intention of discarding. At the door, they stopped and half turned back. "Thank you for your time, in any case. I suppose I'll see you in class."

"Yes. I'll look forward to it," Shreya replied, giving the Slytherin a gentle nod. As they departed, she found herself staring at the door in befuddlement, hands gripping her teacup a bit more forcefully than necessary. Why was it that every interaction with Nemesis Upstead left her puzzled? There was certainly more to unpack. But how exactly she would go about it, she was still unsure.

05-30-2021, 03:41 PM	#17 (permalink)
Fireheart DMT & DMLE Firecrab Join Date: Mar 2019 Location: Naboo Posts: 774 Hogwarts RPG Name: Avalon Sinclair Graduated	Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie We have powerful tools: openness, optimism, and the spirit of curiosity. Words that dad often said. It was kind of funny how those three things were pretty representative of himself and his siblings, even if the quote was from that old science fiction show the man was always watching and going on about. But curious was something he excelled at...even if this time he may not be curious simply for the sake of curiosity. Uuuuuuuuuuuh. Speaking of that motivation. It wasn't like Atlas could just outright go 'well, you see, I suspect Healer Poppy has done something to the bread despite having no grounds but historical reference to base these assumptions off of'. Or, well, he COULD but it would be unwise and would not get him to where he wanted to with all this. "Curiosity...and also thinking way ahead with what I might want to study at university and potentially go into as a career. Working for Magical Law Enforcement or Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, for example. Figured it was best to dabble in as many things as possible while I am young and see if anything sticks out." It seemed like he was playing his cards right without revealing all of them...and that was awesome. His eyes even widened a little and twinkled as Professor Varma collected a cauldron and vial with a blue liquid he could not identify on sight alone. He was decent at potions but...also not decent enough. "Scarpin's Revelaspell? No...can't say that I have..." Was he going to learn that right now?! A tiny part of Shreya wondered if Atlas was really telling the truth about his motivations. But his response had been earnest—commendable, even. She had displayed the same determination as a second year herself. In fact, by the time she boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time, she was already dreaming of career opportunities. "Very well." She nodded, motioning the Gryffindor over toward the cauldron, where the blue liquid was swirling merrily. Shreya wasn't surprised that he hadn't heard of the spell before. It was an advanced charm, and a particularly tricky one to cast at that. "Scarpin's Revelaspell is a charm to help you identify the ingredients of a potion. If performed correctly, it will split a magical substance into identifiable components." It was typically the first step (beyond sight and smell identification) forensic potioneers took in determining an unknown concoction. Of course, it didn't always work—there were enchantments that brewers could place on their potions to prevent them from breaking down with spells. But it was a good place to start. "The incantation is SpeRevelio, and the wand movement is a semi-circle over the object you want to reveal. Finish it off with a flick of the wrist." She used her hand to shadow the motion. The professor gestured to the blue potion in the cauldron. "Want to give it a try?" Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Nem's eyes raked the professor's expression, their own face a mask. Funny, the way tugging a heartstring here and there, using the Lucien Rosier factor, tended to be more fruitful with adults than with people their own age or younger. Different people needed different angles, Nem knew that very well, but there were general trends to be seen as well. The kids around here took things so personally; this wasn't exactly an eye-opening revelation. "Some other day, maybe." It was possible they knew of exactly the kind of frustration born of having something dangling just within reach only for it to be snatched away without warning, and that they took a kind of pleasure in doing both the dangling and the snatching. It was also possible that they had genuinely intended to ask about something, and changed their mind at the last second. The two possibilities were not, of course, mutually exclusive. They allowed a brief hint of a smile and made for the door, hand still in their pocket, rubbing their thumb over the surface of their name tag from Defence Against the Dark Arts, which they had no intention of discarding. At the door, they stopped and half turned back. "Thank you for your time, in any case. I suppose I'll see you in class." "Yes. I'll look forward to it," Shreya replied, giving the Slytherin a gentle nod. As they departed, she found herself staring at the door in befuddlement, hands gripping her teacup a bit more forcefully than necessary. Why was it that every interaction with Nemesis Upstead left her puzzled? There was certainly more to unpack. But how exactly she would go about it, she was still unsure.