 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Desiree was slightly nervous when a first year (Hope) added on to her answer. Not that she minded anyone piggybacking off her answers. It was just that she was not good at DADA, and she wouldn’t want someone else to be wrong because of her. Fortunately, that didn’t happen, and she couldn’t help but feel a little pleased with herself for being on the right track.
She happened to glance at the kappa right as it started shaking its fist. Yikes! It was kind of scary when it wasn’t making silly faces. She was more than a little relieved to hear that the activity didn’t involve anyone going near it… yet. So it was true that kappas liked cucumbers. She wondered if the kappa would like fancy cucumber sandwiches too, and she had to stifle a giggle as she imagined a group of kappas dressed in fancy clothes at an underwater tea party.
Desiree watched intently as Professor Khanna demonstrated the Scribere spell. That flame-colored writing looked so cool! Did the lettering appear in those colors every time, or did the caster get to pick the color? Wouldn’t it be neat if she could make it write in pink? Never one to turn down an opportunity to learn a new spell, she eagerly retrieved a cucumber.
“Scry-bear,” she practiced the incantation quietly under her breath. “Scry-bear, Scribere, Scribere…” That pronunciation made her giggle! “Scry-bear” sounded like a woodland creature that practiced divination! Or possibly a device used for divination, like a cross between a scrying mirror and a teddy bear. Was that a thing? If it wasn’t, it should be!
Feeling confident with the funny pronunciation, Desiree was ready to try the spell for real. She rolled her cucumber over, inspecting it as she went - had to find its good side, of course! Just because it was a practical spell didn’t mean she couldn’t try to make it look nice too. She set it down, finally finding an angle she liked, and brandished her wand. “Scribere!” she cast, tracing her name in fancy script. Letters instantly appeared on the cucumber:
DESIREE YVETTE MARCHAND
Desiree examined her work. It didn’t look exactly like her normal handwriting, but she could still clearly read the name. She was going to call that a win for now. Later, who knows? Maybe Professor Khanna would let her have some extra cucumbers so she could keep practicing?
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |