azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
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- He/They
...?
Potter, Euphemia came after Weasley, Ron?
Also:
Neat.
The Last Knight of Autumn [Harry Potter/Dresden Files]
- Thread starter Tekomandor
- Start date
Potter, Euphemia came after Weasley, Ron?
Also:
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[q] No.
-[q] Get out of my sight.
-[q] Get out of my sight.
Drills!
If her blatant bigotry wasn't sufficient sign I think we can all rest assured that drill hair girl is a pureblood princess.
...wait. It's raining:
damn magic waterproof torches.
Should be "Weasley" not "Weasly" barring AU shenanigans.
Mary Longbottom instead of Nevile was surprising at first but make sense. After all the prophecy says:
so with Fem!Harry those would be "her" and "she" and therefore for the Longbottom's kid to remain a valid possibility it would need to be a daughter.
Joking about fame and her scar. Way better then Harry Potter, although that's not that high a benchmark.
I was going to ask where Hermione got the idea Euphy was brave but then I remembered Euphy got up in Dracos face and punched him out in her defense. So yeah, I can see the hero worship.
I bet the hat suggests Slytherin to everyone besides those who want it and anything but Slytherin to everyone who wants it.
Well, I guess that's one want to ensure you get in the house you want.
I seriously burst into laughter here. That she's willing to go through with setting the hat on fire, probably in front of everyone, is about as solid proof she belongs in Gryffindor as you can get.
Huh. I wonder what exactly Septima was approving of.
Huh. So Euphy got a good singing voice out of becoming the Autumn Knight. I suppose it makes sense; Fae are often described as having melodious voices.
While I certainly don't mind pointless votes, I completely understand that sometimes you just can't make it to a natural decision point, I feel this was a somewhat poor one. After all Euphy already answered this in quest:
I'll admit I'm tempted for:
[
] I don't know, I've never had a friend before...But instead I'll go with:
[x] Yes
-[x] Was there any doubt?
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Gonna second all of UberJJK's comments, except...
(Trick question: It's gonna be Millicent!)
Bad UberJJK, bad! *whaps UberJJK with a magical newspaper*I'll admit I'm tempted for:
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Pureblood princess roulette time! Taking bets: Is drill-hair girl Pansy or Daphne?
(Trick question: It's gonna be Millicent!)
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
[x] Yes
-[x] Was there any doubt?
But only for the moment.
-[x] Was there any doubt?
I'm willing to overlook it for the moment if her suplex is adequate.
But only for the moment.
- Location
- SF Bay Area
[x] Yes
-[x] Was there any doubt?
-[x] Was there any doubt?
Mithrandir
Endurance and victory!
- Location
- Lighting the Blue Beacons.
[x] Yes
-[x] Was there any doubt?
Also, a typo:
-[x] Was there any doubt?
Also, a typo:
The comma goes inside the quotation marks. Could also use a comma after "thought".
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Location
- Ireland
[x] Yes
-[x] Was there any doubt?
-[x] Was there any doubt?
2.1
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The Last Knight of Autumn - 2.1"I've never had a proper friend before either, but I think we are." Euphemia said, and smiled. Hermione nodded, and went to bed. Euphemia lay awake talking to Septima for an hour or two, but then she was asleep. She dreamed of dark whispers and portents, of a terrible hissing coming from a purple turban. She remembered none of it when she woke early in the morning, and blearily made her way down to the common room. Students were crowding around the notice board, and excited whispers sounded like roars to Euphemia's tired ears.
"I can't believe they're lifting the age restriction on the dueling club!" Said one a second year boy to his friend, who nodded.
"Dueling club?" Euphemia asked. That sounded like something she'd be interested in.
"You know, wizard duels? But you had to be a third year to join it before, even though they always have first year brackets for the House tournaments." He said to her, then realised who she was.
"Woah, can't wait to see you out there!" His friend said, coming to the same realisation. Euphemia didn't know what to expect - it wasn't like she knew any spells that could be used in a duel, after all, but it really did sound interesting.
"I can help you with that." Septima thought at her, and Euphemia sent back the mental equivalent of a nod. Hermione found her through the press of people, and they started to walk down to the great hall for breakfast.
"Are you really going to join the dueling club?" Hermione asked.
"Well, think of it like DADA practical work..." Euphemia said, and her friend smiled.
"All the same, I think I'll stick to watching. Do you even know how to duel?" Hermione asked, and Euphemia cheerfully shook her head.
"Nope."
_+_+_+_+_+_
Their first class was Theory of Magic, which was taught only until third year. You had to maintain an 'E' (which was roughly equivalent to the muggle B grade) average in it to take Evocation and/or Thaumaturgy. Euphemia and Hermione found their seats, and were both buzzing with excitement at the thought of their first lesson at Hogwarts.
"Hello everyone! It's always a special thing, your very first class at Hogwarts - and I'm delighted to teach it. My name is Professor Shafiq, and I also teach Thaumaturgy to those who take it as an elective." He was a big man, with a large black beard and something of a gut. "Now, can anyone tell me what the difference between Informal and Formal magic is?" He asked, and Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Miss...?" He asked, pointing at Hermione.
"Granger, sir. Formal Magic is done with a wand and has been described with Arithmancy. It draws upon external magic. Informal Magic has no standard incantation or foci; and requires an internal source of power." Hermione said. The lesson continued in much the same manner, with Professor Shafiq asking students questions and explaining what they didn't know. It wasn't the most exciting class, but afterwards they had transfiguration and everyone was excited to do their first practical class.
They arrived to find Professor McGonagall absent, and a tabby cat sitting on her desk. Just as the last students piled into the classroom a few minutes late, the cat jumped off the desk and turned herself into their teacher. The class, even the Slytherins, started to applaud. They received a lecture against any misbehaviour, and then were allowed to try change matchsticks into needles.
Hermione had hers all silvery on the first try , and Euphemia had one the texture of metal soon after. She remembered what the Professor and her textbook had said - visualisation was the key to all aspects of transfiguration, more specifically the visualisation of change. First, she tried concentrating very hard on a needle as she did the spell, but she didn't do any better than the last time. Then, after a moment of insight, she visualised the matchstick changing into a needle; and there it was on her desk.
"Ooh, how'd you get it to work?" Hermoine asked, intrigued.
"You have to visualise the change itself." Euphemia said, and Hermione nodded. She pointed her wand at a matchstick and there was a needle. Hermione beamed, and Euphemia smiled back at her.
"Well done Miss Potter, Miss Granger. Five points each for your successful transfiguration." McGonagall said, and handed them some more matchsticks to keep practicing.
"Hello everyone! It's always a special thing, your very first class at Hogwarts - and I'm delighted to teach it. My name is Professor Shafiq, and I also teach Thaumaturgy to those who take it as an elective." He was a big man, with a large black beard and something of a gut. "Now, can anyone tell me what the difference between Informal and Formal magic is?" He asked, and Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Miss...?" He asked, pointing at Hermione.
"Granger, sir. Formal Magic is done with a wand and has been described with Arithmancy. It draws upon external magic. Informal Magic has no standard incantation or foci; and requires an internal source of power." Hermione said. The lesson continued in much the same manner, with Professor Shafiq asking students questions and explaining what they didn't know. It wasn't the most exciting class, but afterwards they had transfiguration and everyone was excited to do their first practical class.
They arrived to find Professor McGonagall absent, and a tabby cat sitting on her desk. Just as the last students piled into the classroom a few minutes late, the cat jumped off the desk and turned herself into their teacher. The class, even the Slytherins, started to applaud. They received a lecture against any misbehaviour, and then were allowed to try change matchsticks into needles.
Hermione had hers all silvery on the first try , and Euphemia had one the texture of metal soon after. She remembered what the Professor and her textbook had said - visualisation was the key to all aspects of transfiguration, more specifically the visualisation of change. First, she tried concentrating very hard on a needle as she did the spell, but she didn't do any better than the last time. Then, after a moment of insight, she visualised the matchstick changing into a needle; and there it was on her desk.
"Ooh, how'd you get it to work?" Hermoine asked, intrigued.
"You have to visualise the change itself." Euphemia said, and Hermione nodded. She pointed her wand at a matchstick and there was a needle. Hermione beamed, and Euphemia smiled back at her.
"Well done Miss Potter, Miss Granger. Five points each for your successful transfiguration." McGonagall said, and handed them some more matchsticks to keep practicing.
_+_+_+_+_+_
Euphemia stood in an empty classroom, three days after coming to Hogwarts. A bronze-haired girl her own age stood beside her, having finished lining up desks as targets.
"Are you excited for your first magic lesson from me, Euphy?" Asked Septima, who had drawn out a length of wood the size and shape of a wand from one of the desks; the same way she'd always made their practice swords.
"Of course I am!" Euphemia said, and fingered her Yew wand nervously.
"Well, you humans have learnt rather a lot since I was last around... I won't be able to teach you much Formal magic, but because you're my Knight there's a special kind of magic you can do." Septima said, twirling her imitation wand in her fingers.
"A special kind of magic?" Euphemia asked, her excitement somehow getting even larger.
"Autumn magic. We Faeries have our own magic, and since you're my Knight you can use it. You should be able to feel some sort of... different power." Septima said, and EUphemia nodded. "Good. Just push it out of your wand so we can see what you favour." Septima said, and Euphemia concentrated. She could feel that other power, unlike anything else, at the edges of her mind. She concentrated, and pushed.
With a tremendous crack, and thin bolt of orange lightning shot out of Euphemia's wand; and she went flying back. The classroom smelt of burnt ozone, and Septima smiled.
"Are you excited for your first magic lesson from me, Euphy?" Asked Septima, who had drawn out a length of wood the size and shape of a wand from one of the desks; the same way she'd always made their practice swords.
"Of course I am!" Euphemia said, and fingered her Yew wand nervously.
"Well, you humans have learnt rather a lot since I was last around... I won't be able to teach you much Formal magic, but because you're my Knight there's a special kind of magic you can do." Septima said, twirling her imitation wand in her fingers.
"A special kind of magic?" Euphemia asked, her excitement somehow getting even larger.
"Autumn magic. We Faeries have our own magic, and since you're my Knight you can use it. You should be able to feel some sort of... different power." Septima said, and EUphemia nodded. "Good. Just push it out of your wand so we can see what you favour." Septima said, and Euphemia concentrated. She could feel that other power, unlike anything else, at the edges of her mind. She concentrated, and pushed.
With a tremendous crack, and thin bolt of orange lightning shot out of Euphemia's wand; and she went flying back. The classroom smelt of burnt ozone, and Septima smiled.
_+_+_+_+_+_
Euphemia, and what seemed like half the Gryffindor first years, made their way towards the first meeting of the dueling club. The other half seemed to have decided to watch, though they wouldn't arrive for a while, because traditionally grudge matches were settled on the first meeting. Euphemia had gathered that the dueling club generally consisted of learning or practicing a specific spell (which would now be split between 1st to 3rd years and 4th to 7th years), then practice matches. Students from the same year level were generally paired off at random, but students could challenge other students; and these matches happened on the competition platform.
"Welcome, welcome everyone. Now I know for many of you that this will be your first experience of dueling, and many of our first year students might not know any spells of use - not to worry, you should all be able to cast the marking jinx and be able to duel for points by the end of tonight. First through third years, over there. Fourth years and up, we'll be reviewing the stunning spell - come over to the cushioned area!" Professor Flitwick said, and older students began to herd the younger students; then began instructing them. The marking jinx only caused a slight glow on the target, but it was very easy to cast and useful for practicing things like dodging and aiming.
Euphemia soon had the jinx down, and had great fun avoiding Ron's own jinxes. It seemed quite easy to her, but eventually she had to relent and allow Ron to hit her so he could see if he could cast it properly or not.
"Blimey mate, you're pretty good at this. You thinking about entering the Halloween tournament?" He asked. Said tournament was one of three held during the school year, and won matches earned a not insignificant number of house points. It wasn't as a big a thing as the Quidditch Cup, or the Quidditch matches Hogwarts played against the other British schools, but all the same quite a few people turned out to watch it.
"Maybe, though I'll reckon I'd need more than a marking jinx to win a proper duel. You know Thomas Avery can already cast a stunning spell and shield charm, and he's just started third year?" Euphemia asked, and Ron nodded.
"Probably been taught a lot worse by his father." Ron said, and his expression soured.
"Why's that?" Euphemia asked.
"His dad was one of the Death Eater's - you-know-who's inner circle - who got off after the end of the war 'cause he claimed to have been mind controlled. My dad says that's not what happened, and to be careful of their kids 'cause they'll know dark magic." Ron said, conspiratorially. Euphemia nodded, and made a mental note to look up who had been tried and found innocent following the fall of Voldemort. She had a sneaking suspicion Malfoy's father would be on there.
"Ahem! It's time for the practice matches now, so if you have any challenges to declare, do so now, or pair off with a student from your year." Flitwick said, his voice magically amplified.
"I CHALLANGE POTTER!" Shouted Thomas Avery, a red-haired Slytherin student. Euphemia had heard of him by reputation, and felt something like fear. Not only did he have a vast advantage in terms of magical education, she'd just heard that he'd likely been tutored by one of Voldemort's inner circle. Could she even use her Autumn magic here? She mentally asked Septima about it.
"Yes, Euphy, it should be fine. They all expect you to excel, and those who could recognise it will probably know soon enough."
"Really, Avery? Miss Potter has been here less than a week, and I can hardly condo-" Flitwick said, but a shouted voice interrupted him.
"I ACCEPT!" Euphemia shouted, and began walking towards the competition platform. The entire hall went silent. The students who were filtering into the stands, which were usually only used during tournaments, seemed to stop moving as one. Flitwick sighed, and walked up onto the platform.
"Very well, Miss Potter. You will bow to one another, draw your wands, then on the count of three the duel will begin. Is that absolutely clear?" Flitwick asked both contestants.
"Yes, Professor." Euphemia said, and Avery nodded. They walked to the designated starting line, bowed, and settled into their starting positions - wands down but drawn - as Flitwick gave out a count. On three, they both exploded into action.
"Stupefy!" Shouted Avery, and a jet of red light came screaming out of his wand. Euphemia felt like the world was beginning to slow down around her, and she stepped around the spell with an almsot casual ease. She felt for her Autumn power, gathering it as she dodged another stunning spell.
Euphemia raised her wand, and somehow Avery knew that she was about to attack with something more than a jelly-legs jinx. He cast a shield spell, shouting out the incantation just as Euphemia shouted out her own; a word in some language long since dead to mortal ears.
With a tremendous crack, a bolt of orange lightning shot out from her wand and slammed straight into Avery's shield charm, and then kept on going. It barely grazed him, but he was sent flying into the invisible walls of the platform; and a klaxon sounded - she'd won via ring-out; Euphemia assumed.
A cheer went up from most of the stands, and the students practicing. Hermione had actually stood up and started cheering, along with Mary Longbottom. Flitwick merely looked at her, aghast, then his senses returned to him and he rushed to Avery's side; and sighed in relief.
"Mr. Selwyn, help Mr. Avery to the hospital wing; if you would. Miss Potter, with me - everyone else, this meeting of the dueling club is now over!" Flitwick said, his voice still magically amplified, and Euphemia suppressed a gulp. She hadn't hurt Avery, had she? Septima had promised that the spell she'd taught Euphemia was safe enough. Silently, she followed the diminutive professor until they reached a truly ugly gargoyle.
"Am I in trouble, Professor? I didn't mean to hurt Avery, I re-" Euphemia began, panicking. She couldn't get kicked out of Hogwarts, she couldn't go back to the Dursleys!
"It was... irresponsible of you to use an Informal Reaping Curse during a practice bout; without at least clearing the spell with me beforehand." Flitwick said, his face still kind.
"S-so I'm not going to be kicked out?" Euphemia asked quietly.
"I don't think it likely, Miss Potter. Ice Mice" Flitwick said, and Euphemia was startled at the non-sequitur until the Gargoyle swung away from the wall to reveal a slowly rotating spiral staircase. The two of them ascended, until they entered the Headmaster's Office. Snape and McGonagall were already in there, along with the Headmaster.
"Ah, good that the two of you've joined us. Minerva, Severus and I were just having a little chat about the unfortunate incident at the Dueling Club." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Potter put one of my students in the Hospital Wing with curse burns!" Snape shouted, not even looking at Euphemia.
"You know very well that they were nothing of the sort, Severus." McGonagall replied, her voice even and measured yet somehow dangerous.
"Filius, perhaps you'd care to offer your own opinion on the matter?" Dumbledore asked, lightly.
"It was an irresponsible bit of magic, but not catastrophically so. The spell Miss Potter used could hardly qualify as Dark magic." Flitwick said. Dumbledore nodded, and rose.
"Well then, I think what needs to be done is clear. Miss Potter will clear any further Informal magic she wishes to use in the dueling club with it's head, and twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor. I believe we are done, then, though I would like a word with Miss Potter." Dumbledore said, and Euphemia took a seat as the the Professors left the room.
"Now, Miss Potter, do you have anything to tell me about how you learnt that curse?" Dumbledore asked. His eyes twinkled, and Euphemia would have sworn she saw them flick to her hairpin for a fraction of a second.
[x] Yes
"Welcome, welcome everyone. Now I know for many of you that this will be your first experience of dueling, and many of our first year students might not know any spells of use - not to worry, you should all be able to cast the marking jinx and be able to duel for points by the end of tonight. First through third years, over there. Fourth years and up, we'll be reviewing the stunning spell - come over to the cushioned area!" Professor Flitwick said, and older students began to herd the younger students; then began instructing them. The marking jinx only caused a slight glow on the target, but it was very easy to cast and useful for practicing things like dodging and aiming.
Euphemia soon had the jinx down, and had great fun avoiding Ron's own jinxes. It seemed quite easy to her, but eventually she had to relent and allow Ron to hit her so he could see if he could cast it properly or not.
"Blimey mate, you're pretty good at this. You thinking about entering the Halloween tournament?" He asked. Said tournament was one of three held during the school year, and won matches earned a not insignificant number of house points. It wasn't as a big a thing as the Quidditch Cup, or the Quidditch matches Hogwarts played against the other British schools, but all the same quite a few people turned out to watch it.
"Maybe, though I'll reckon I'd need more than a marking jinx to win a proper duel. You know Thomas Avery can already cast a stunning spell and shield charm, and he's just started third year?" Euphemia asked, and Ron nodded.
"Probably been taught a lot worse by his father." Ron said, and his expression soured.
"Why's that?" Euphemia asked.
"His dad was one of the Death Eater's - you-know-who's inner circle - who got off after the end of the war 'cause he claimed to have been mind controlled. My dad says that's not what happened, and to be careful of their kids 'cause they'll know dark magic." Ron said, conspiratorially. Euphemia nodded, and made a mental note to look up who had been tried and found innocent following the fall of Voldemort. She had a sneaking suspicion Malfoy's father would be on there.
"Ahem! It's time for the practice matches now, so if you have any challenges to declare, do so now, or pair off with a student from your year." Flitwick said, his voice magically amplified.
"I CHALLANGE POTTER!" Shouted Thomas Avery, a red-haired Slytherin student. Euphemia had heard of him by reputation, and felt something like fear. Not only did he have a vast advantage in terms of magical education, she'd just heard that he'd likely been tutored by one of Voldemort's inner circle. Could she even use her Autumn magic here? She mentally asked Septima about it.
"Yes, Euphy, it should be fine. They all expect you to excel, and those who could recognise it will probably know soon enough."
"Really, Avery? Miss Potter has been here less than a week, and I can hardly condo-" Flitwick said, but a shouted voice interrupted him.
"I ACCEPT!" Euphemia shouted, and began walking towards the competition platform. The entire hall went silent. The students who were filtering into the stands, which were usually only used during tournaments, seemed to stop moving as one. Flitwick sighed, and walked up onto the platform.
"Very well, Miss Potter. You will bow to one another, draw your wands, then on the count of three the duel will begin. Is that absolutely clear?" Flitwick asked both contestants.
"Yes, Professor." Euphemia said, and Avery nodded. They walked to the designated starting line, bowed, and settled into their starting positions - wands down but drawn - as Flitwick gave out a count. On three, they both exploded into action.
"Stupefy!" Shouted Avery, and a jet of red light came screaming out of his wand. Euphemia felt like the world was beginning to slow down around her, and she stepped around the spell with an almsot casual ease. She felt for her Autumn power, gathering it as she dodged another stunning spell.
Euphemia raised her wand, and somehow Avery knew that she was about to attack with something more than a jelly-legs jinx. He cast a shield spell, shouting out the incantation just as Euphemia shouted out her own; a word in some language long since dead to mortal ears.
With a tremendous crack, a bolt of orange lightning shot out from her wand and slammed straight into Avery's shield charm, and then kept on going. It barely grazed him, but he was sent flying into the invisible walls of the platform; and a klaxon sounded - she'd won via ring-out; Euphemia assumed.
A cheer went up from most of the stands, and the students practicing. Hermione had actually stood up and started cheering, along with Mary Longbottom. Flitwick merely looked at her, aghast, then his senses returned to him and he rushed to Avery's side; and sighed in relief.
"Mr. Selwyn, help Mr. Avery to the hospital wing; if you would. Miss Potter, with me - everyone else, this meeting of the dueling club is now over!" Flitwick said, his voice still magically amplified, and Euphemia suppressed a gulp. She hadn't hurt Avery, had she? Septima had promised that the spell she'd taught Euphemia was safe enough. Silently, she followed the diminutive professor until they reached a truly ugly gargoyle.
"Am I in trouble, Professor? I didn't mean to hurt Avery, I re-" Euphemia began, panicking. She couldn't get kicked out of Hogwarts, she couldn't go back to the Dursleys!
"It was... irresponsible of you to use an Informal Reaping Curse during a practice bout; without at least clearing the spell with me beforehand." Flitwick said, his face still kind.
"S-so I'm not going to be kicked out?" Euphemia asked quietly.
"I don't think it likely, Miss Potter. Ice Mice" Flitwick said, and Euphemia was startled at the non-sequitur until the Gargoyle swung away from the wall to reveal a slowly rotating spiral staircase. The two of them ascended, until they entered the Headmaster's Office. Snape and McGonagall were already in there, along with the Headmaster.
"Ah, good that the two of you've joined us. Minerva, Severus and I were just having a little chat about the unfortunate incident at the Dueling Club." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Potter put one of my students in the Hospital Wing with curse burns!" Snape shouted, not even looking at Euphemia.
"You know very well that they were nothing of the sort, Severus." McGonagall replied, her voice even and measured yet somehow dangerous.
"Filius, perhaps you'd care to offer your own opinion on the matter?" Dumbledore asked, lightly.
"It was an irresponsible bit of magic, but not catastrophically so. The spell Miss Potter used could hardly qualify as Dark magic." Flitwick said. Dumbledore nodded, and rose.
"Well then, I think what needs to be done is clear. Miss Potter will clear any further Informal magic she wishes to use in the dueling club with it's head, and twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor. I believe we are done, then, though I would like a word with Miss Potter." Dumbledore said, and Euphemia took a seat as the the Professors left the room.
"Now, Miss Potter, do you have anything to tell me about how you learnt that curse?" Dumbledore asked. His eyes twinkled, and Euphemia would have sworn she saw them flick to her hairpin for a fraction of a second.
[x] Yes
[x] Write In
[x] No
- Location
- Ireland
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Hehe. Euphemia's autumn magic led to the fall of Avery. :3
Anyway, cool stuff! We got a good look at the magical system, classes, and a few classmates.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
Anyway, cool stuff! We got a good look at the magical system, classes, and a few classmates.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
That was cool. Longer updates are nice. Definitely appreciated.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
--[X] Elaborate if he insists.
Added elaboration to be absolutely sure. Dumbledore strikes me as the kind of person who likes to pretend he knows more than he knows, and we don't have much reason to hold back.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
--[X] Elaborate if he insists.
Added elaboration to be absolutely sure. Dumbledore strikes me as the kind of person who likes to pretend he knows more than he knows, and we don't have much reason to hold back.
Interesting.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
Anyways am assuming that despite the spell being in a long dead language, that the reason for it being identifiable was that their are similar formal spell in existence. though i have to wonder how dangerous the spell is if they are harping on Euphemia about irresponsibility of informal magic and not clearing it with a proffesor first when she was not only was muggle raised but is still incredibly new to magic, let alone dueling.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
Anyways am assuming that despite the spell being in a long dead language, that the reason for it being identifiable was that their are similar formal spell in existence. though i have to wonder how dangerous the spell is if they are harping on Euphemia about irresponsibility of informal magic and not clearing it with a proffesor first when she was not only was muggle raised but is still incredibly new to magic, let alone dueling.
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
... Did she not actually tell us what it does?
Flitwick is obviously at least somewhat familiar with what it does; are we familiar with the term?
Tekomander; you can't do this to us! How can you say they talked for over an hour but not give us the slightest hint as to what it was about? Even something as simple as saying:
"Euphemia lay awake talking to Septima about the day's events for an hour or two, but then she was asleep."
would make it better. As is it's a fairly useless line, unless your trying to foreshadow Euphy not sleeping enough and that causing problems. Except you can't be since that didn't happen.
Huh. Interesting that Euphy dreamed about Lord Moldyshorts and even more interesting that she remembered nothing of it upon awakening. Prophetic dreams? Effect of her Knighthood? Moldyshorts leaking through the Horcrux?
Something to keep an eye on anyway.
That's an interesting butterfly. Will make an acceptable source of experience for future battles, only acceptable because dueling and fights to the death are very different.
Honestly this is something that should have been canon. It's a way for teenagers, who are all armed with deadly weapons, to settle disagreements in a safe and controlled manner. It lets students practice their magical abilities in a high stress environment. It rewards students for learning new spells and mastering old ones in a way class performance doesn't. It lets teenagers show off in front of other teenagers.
It's just all around a great idea.
Their first class was Theory of Magic, which was taught only until third year. You had to maintain an 'E' (which was roughly equivalent to the muggle B grade) average in it to take Evocation and/or Thaumaturgy. Euphemia and Hermione found their seats, and were both buzzing with excitement at the thought of their first lesson at Hogwarts.
Good use of the setting, a school, to elucidate us as to how you are reconciling he two very difference approaches to magic used in the two halves of the crossover.Nice to see some racial diversity at Hogwarts.
I find it quite interesting that Formal Magic is described as drawing upon external magic. Does that not mean that theoretically anyone can do it since there is no requirement for an internal source of magic? Or is it that only a select portion of the population can draw upon the external magic even with the aid of a wand? If so this brings up an interesting question as to how muggleborns are recruited. Are ones who can only draw upon external magic recruited? Or how about those who can only use internal magic? Or is the ability to use both a requirement? Hell is the trait for the two separate or is it the same and hence you can either do both or neither?
You know this is demonstrating a disturbing lack of initiative or care. Apparently no one thinks to try and shoo the cat out of the room? Or contact a teacher? Or just something? They all just seem to ignore it.
Nobody even tries to play with the cat despite the class consisting of a bunch of eleven year olds. I know the classes I were in back when I was eleven would have had some people trying to play with the cat, some people trying to report it, some people discussing it. It certainly wouldn't have just been ignored.
I blame JK Rowling for this.
Very nice to see Euphy being skilled at magic. Although how much of that is improved talent over Harry and how much is simply caring about magic is quite the question.
Hello time skip. Judging by the canon timetable for first year, which admittedly was throw out the window when you started with Theory of Magic (original class) and then Transfiguration rather then Potions followed by History of Magi, Euphy should have had at least one session with all her classes by now. Interesting that Potions didn't get a mention.
Huh. I wonder; did Septima just create an actual wand or is she just using a fake wand to simulate what it would be like going up against a normal witch/wizard?
...Interesting. I get the feeling that poor Septima might have lost contact with humanity since the time of her last Knight thousands, probably closer to 1500, years ago:
This is why English really needs a way of conveying clusivity. This could be read as both:
"Faeries, of which you and I are members, have our own magic, and since you're my Knight, and hence a Fairy, you can use it."
and
"Faeries, such as me but not you, have our own magic, and since you're my Knight you can use it, even though your not a Fairy."
I'm assuming the latter was meant but it could be argued that by becoming a Knight you become a psudeo-Fairy. Not fully effected by their weaknesses but not fully benefiting of their strengths.
Typo; should be lower case "u".
I wonder; how exactly does Euphy know what ozone, it's just ozone by the way not burnt ozone, smells like? I do like how this implies Euphy will get to go all Dark Lord of the Sith on people.
Superhuman reflexes from the Autumn Mantle or just experience from practicing melee combat with Septima?
For anyone who didn't notice it, like me on the first read through, apparently there are both other British schools and Hogwarts holds Quidditch matches against them.
She's proactive as well. Damn. Euphy really is better then Canon!Harry on every level.
Why? I mean sure she spurned Malfoy and made it clear she's anti-Death Eater but this still strikes me as odd. Maybe Malfoy bribed him? It's what they are good at.
You know I've read a lot of Harry Potter stuff and this is one of two works I've read that have Harry, or in this case Euphy, use their reputation as a justification for possessing skills they shouldn't have. After all it's expected that the BWL should be some Dumbledore-esque prodigy but no one ever takes advantage of that.
Definitely the superhuman abilities of the Autumn Mantle at work there.
...well. That's going to get people, especially Hermione, asking questions. Fortunately they'll be a "what was that? It was super cool!" kinda question rather then "How did you do that!?" for the previously mentioned reasons.
And thus the legend of The Girl Who Lived is cemented. People are going to expect great things from her now. This is, oddly enough, a good thing. I think part of the reason Harry had so many issues with the Prophet and his reputation in general was that he disappointed people. He wasn't the great hero everyone was expected; he was just a scared little boy.
As long as Euphy can keep up her image a lot of the issues Harry faced should disappear.
I like the name and how it fits with Autumn but it seems kinda odd for a non-lethal lightning spell to be named a Reaping Curse. I mean sure from the sounds of it was certainly a Curse, what with the hard to heal injuries, but generally one associates reaping with something more lethal.
How? Flitwick took Euphy straight to the Headmaster's Office after Avery was injured. So how did Snape and McGonagall have time to hear about the incident and arrive before us? Did Flitwick take Euphy on loops around Hogwarts or something?
Euphy is The Girl Who Lived. Even if they consciously know she's a complete and utter newbie to magic, although the informal spell thing suggests she not as new as they thought, they are still going to subconsciously consider her a figure of legend who should know these things.
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-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
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They could have used a time tuner to talk about the incident. It would work in the HP setting and if it is true show us how the laws of magic are not universal, as already shown by the existence of the Statute of Secrecy.
[X] Yes
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
--[X] Elaborate if he insists.
-[X] But you already know, don't you, Professor?
--[X] Elaborate if he insists.
Maybe, but it also increases liabilities. Third years learn their first actual defensive charm of Protego, but before that it's basically rocket tag. And it's much easier to hurt someone by accident.
Should have pet the cat.
I think since Euphy reminds Snape more of Lily than of James, the reaction was different. More conflicted. Because canon Harry behaved a hell of a lot like James.
I don't think it was nonlethal by nature. It was nonlethal only because it had to hammer through the shielding charm first, THEN it still inflicted serious burns. Hence Flitwick being extremely concerned about not clearing it with him first, she could have killed or maimed a less protected target.
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I just want to point out that this is the opposite of most combat training, which is designed that way for a reason.
Which would be a problem:
Because this would mean that Septima's definition of "safe enough to teach Euphy right before she's going to spar with people" is lethal force.
And mean that Septima teaches us deadly spells without telling us what they do.
So I don't think it would be lethal.
Though the whole "not saying what it does" thing is apparently really a thing, which is also a problem.