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Nov 20, 2016 12:31:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 12:31:36 GMT -7
Imogen loved Christmas. She wasn't normally the sort to get excited by holidays, but Christmas was her one true love. She was especially excited this year, because the Yule Ball gave her an excuse to dress up in a beautiful ballgown and dance all night and have a merry time. Before any of that could happen, though, Imogen needed to do her duty as a teacher and decorate her classroom. She was also responsible for decorating a portion of the Great Hall, which was sure to be just as interesting as decorating her room. Imogen had enlisted some help in finding the perfect Christmas tree, because a second pair of eyes was always important. She was waiting on the front steps of the school, just outside of the doors to the Great Hall, to wait for her helper to arrive. Imogen had a handsaw with her, but she expected that she was just going to use magic to fell whatever tree caught her fancy. She was definitely going to use magic to transport it back to the castle - there was no way she was strong enough to carry a tree like that. While she waited, Imogen began to hum a carol under her breath, waiting for the most wonderful time of the year to begin.
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Nov 21, 2016 22:07:58 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Nov 21, 2016 22:07:58 GMT -7
@imogen Something strange had recently happened to Cordelia. She had volunteered for something. Not just anything though. She had raised her hand while in Charms class to help Professor Zhu cut down a tree for her Christmas decorations. The raising the hand thing hadn’t been for the volunteer work though, it had been to ask another rare occurrence from her; a question. Despite her rather stuttered protests though, she was now enlisted to help the Charms professor cut down a tree. She had felt that this was a little too early to be setting up decorations, her family having always done it a few days before Christmas and taking them down immediately after. Her attempts in her younger years to keep the decorations up longer had always fallen on deaf ears, and good old mum and dad were quick to whisk the decorations back into the closet that they called home for the other fifty-one weeks of the year. Cordelia had tried not to let the bitterness of dealing with a short Christmas get to her over the past few years, but it was extremely hard to do that when Hogwarts was so elegantly dressed for the holiday. The normalized behavior of her parents around this time of year was in constant confliction with that of the school and the general holiday cheer that accompanied it.
Emerging from the dungeons, Cordelia wandered towards the Great Hall, where Professor Zhu had detailed for them to meet. She had already eaten earlier that morning and hoped the professor wasn’t wandering around the Great Hall looking for her. Even if she had been sitting at the Hufflepuff table, she didn’t stick out too much so it was probably difficult to spot her without really looking hard. Luckily that didn’t seem to be the case, and the Charms professor was already situated at the location they had agreed on. Hoping that it didn’t look like she was dragging her feet, Cordelia picked her pace a little bit and tried to be more upbeat about the whole thing. It wasn’t often that students got to accompany a professor to cut down a tree for decorations, maybe there was something to be learned from the whole experience. “M-M-Morning Professor.” Cordelia managed out as she stopped in front of the Charms teacher. “R-Ready when you are I guess…”
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Nov 23, 2016 11:37:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 11:37:46 GMT -7
Imogen wasn’t sure when Cordelia was coming, so in the time that was elapsing as she waited outside, she focused on changing her appearance into something festive enough for the occasion. The first thing she did was turn her hair bright green, the first unnatural color she had adopted since the first Gay-Straight Alliance meeting. The tips of her hair fanned out to bright red, and for the first time in a long time, Imogen felt like herself. She molded her eyes into traditional elf ears, with the tips long and pointed. Luckily, Cordelia arrived right as Imogen was pondering what else to do, so she didn’t look horribly crazy – yet. Maybe if she got bored on the walk on the way down to the pine tree grove…
“Good morning, Cordelia!” Imogen chirped out happily. This was such a beautiful day, Imogen thought, adjusting her cloak a little on her shoulders. It was amazing how much happier she was at Christmastime. Imogen was curious as to whether she just felt happier or if she seemed happier, too, but that seemed like an inappropriate question to ask at the moment. “Let’s get going then!” The Charms professor said happily, already bounding down the front steps so they could begin their trek. “Don’t you just love Christmastime, Cordelia?” Imogen asked. It had already snowed that year, and it seemed like they were in for quite the winter. Imogen was looking forward to all of it!
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Nov 26, 2016 22:25:45 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Nov 26, 2016 22:25:45 GMT -7
@imogen Even though she had recognized the professor almost immediately, it took a few seconds for it to register in her head that suddenly the charms teacher had green and red hair, and different shaped ears. Still, it seemed rather normal for some reason, so Cordelia didn’t add anything to it, opting to smile instead. It was really difficult to misconstrue a facial emotion, whereas words could be twisted and turned however they wanted to be. She had learned that over the years, only further solidifying her reason to rarely talk unless absolutely necessary.
Tagging along closely behind Professor Zhu as she took off towards the front entrance, Cordelia wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck, totally expecting to be blasted in the face by frigid air the second the door popped open. Surprisingly it wasn’t too bad, quickly stepping down the stairs behind the professor and loosening the scarf up once again. She was sure that would come in handy again if they were outside for a long period of time.
Pondering the professor’s question about liking Christmas, Cordelia decided not to be too cynical. It seemed that Professor Zhu really enjoyed this time of year, if the hair and ears were any indication. “I don’t m-mind it.” She started, trying to think of what to say next. “M-My parents aren’t big on it. Since Christmas always gets busy at St. Mungo’s, m-mum has to do overtime and dad takes everything down immediately.” She realized how sad that sounded as she said it out loud. While she enjoyed the concept of Christmas, the decoration aspect had never stuck to her. The tree really only needed to be up for two days in her mind, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. No more, no less. But she was never going to say that out loud in front of the professor.
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Nov 29, 2016 18:47:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2016 18:47:47 GMT -7
Imogen couldn’t tell whether or not Cordelia was happy with this situation – their going to get the tree, that was. She was so incandescently happy, that she wasn’t sure she could detect that someone was sad even if they hit her over the head with it. She did care about what the Hufflepuff had to say, of course, but Cordelia was quiet by nature, so the professor doubted that the student would let on unless she was severely displeased. It was enjoyable just to walk in silence, but it was even better for Imogen to have an outlet for all of the excitement that was tingling through her. She was glad when Cordelia answered her questions, allowing the teacher to speak a little more and relieve a little of the backed up happiness.
“Well that’s no fun!” Imogen exclaimed when Cordelia claimed that her father took the decorations down almost immediately. “I plan on keeping mine up in my room until Valentine’s Day, at least.” Some people would think that excessive, but so often January was dreary, with school restarting and snow and sleet constantly pummeling the castle, so having a little extra green and sparkle wouldn’t be amiss. “I’m planning on decorating my room tomorrow, after I get the tree all set up.” Imogen said casually, not wanting to make Cordelia a direct offer and make the girl have to make the choice between accepting and rejecting it. Just mentioning the decorating would allow Cordelia to drop by if she wanted, but if she didn’t, then it was just a passing comment. The pair arrived at the pine grove, and Imogen had to resist the urge to squeal as she clapped her gloved hands together. “Divide and conquer?” She asked. “And then send up sparks if you find a good tree?” That seemed to be the simplest course of action.
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Dec 13, 2016 19:25:24 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Dec 13, 2016 19:25:24 GMT -7
@imogen No fun was right. She kind of wanted to like Christmas, but it was all hyped up and then dropped immediately after. Going through the effort of putting up all the decorations just to have to take them down soon after. Obviously no one was forced to follow through with that, but it definitely seemed like common acceptance for decorations to at least be down sometime in January. She’d even go as far as to say right after New Year’s. There was shocked reaction from Cordelia when Professor Zhu mentioned that she would be keeping her things up at least until Valentine’s Day. That was a long time. “D-Doesn’t it get b-boring after a while?” Cordelia didn’t really know of course, seeing as all of her family’s stuff was gone instantly. If anything, she wanted to figure out what magic Christmas decorations could bring to someone’s everyday life. Did it have something to do with the holiday cheer or the fact that there were lights and decorations everywhere? If it was the latter, then the professor could do that any day of the year, just rotate the Christmas ones out with something not so specifically seasonal. At least she was getting everything set up on the first of December and not November. Cordelia would probably keep her distance from the professor at that point.
After crossing the grounds, they eventually ended up in a grove of trees. Professor Zhu asked if she’d like to split up. It made sense, and would definitely make everything go a lot faster. Not that Cordelia had anything else to do that day. “Works for me.” Smiling at the professor, she set off on her own. To be honest, Cordelia wasn’t really sure what kind of tree they were looking for. Big or small. Skinny or fat. Was there a specific smell that it needed to have? Trees were tough. Cordelia was only good at taking pictures of them. It probably would have been a good to ask about that. Wandering around on her own for a few more minutes, she eventually stopped at one of the trees in front of her. Tilting her head to look at it from a different angle, she realized that she wished she had brought her camera with her. That way she would have been doing something other than wandering around in a bunch of trees.
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Dec 14, 2016 9:04:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 9:04:58 GMT -7
Imogen shook her head vigorously when Cordelia asked if the Christmas decorations ever got boring. As if! “Christmastime is the most wonderful time of the year, Cordelia!” Imogen exclaimed. “And things don’t start being boring just because you let the happiness of the Christmas season linger around a little longer.” As far as Imogen was concerned, there was nothing wrong with holding on to Christmas. Christmas was a time of joy and laughter and family and giving – all things that people really ought to value more the whole year long, instead of just one day in December. Having the decorations up would just serve to remind people of those sorts of things, if they remember that was what all of the tinsel and pine needles stood for. Of course, there was the issue of people remembering that in the first place, but Imogen wasn’t above giving a sermon or two to her students about the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe she could make them watch one of the many, many Muggle movies on that very subject. There were Charms cast in some of them, so she could make them relevant.
Cordelia agreed that they could separate once at the tree patch, which meant that it was time for Imogen to put her grand plan into action. Cordelia had mentioned when they were together discussing her future as a healer that she didn’t often get to practice on injuries beyond the minor ones like small scrapes or twisted ankles. Imogen wasn’t a huge fan of getting injured, herself, but there was a lot she was willing to sacrifice for the sake of knowledge and learning, and a few seconds of her pain wasn’t much in comparison to the learning experience Cordelia would get from healing the injury. After successfully finding a tree of the proper caliber, Imogen stood by it, and shot red sparks up into the air. Now she had to work quickly. Pointing her wand at her wrist, Imogen fired off a quick, quiet spell, and bit her lip against the pain. Her wrist was definitely broken now. Excellent.
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Jan 1, 2017 18:58:02 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jan 1, 2017 18:58:02 GMT -7
@imogen Cordelia thought about the professor’s ideas on Christmas as she continued her wandering through the trees. Was Christmas the most wonderful time of the year? She wasn’t sure. There had definitely been quite a few good Christmases for her over the years, but the same couldn’t be said for every single person out there. She thought it was more of a reminder to a lot of people about how lonely they actually were. That’s how it used to be for her, at least during the first few years of school. Nobody deserved to be reminded of that, especially on a day that over glorified gift giving and holiday cheer while in the company of friends and family. While it was wonderful for the majority, it wasn’t for everyone. As for being boring? Maybe that hadn’t been the best way to put it. Cordelia figured it would become an eyesore eventually, having lights and tinsel all over the place, but everyone was different. She did quite like seeing the decorations up all month long. That was a compromise she’d be willing to make. Anything past the start of the New Year though was too long.
The tree hunt wasn’t going over too well either. Cordelia had no idea how long it had been since she had separated from the professor. Clearly the search wasn’t going well on her end either. As she thought about that, the bright shine of red sparks illuminated the sky. It was hard not to grin, because that meant she didn’t have to worry about finding a tree now. Keeping an eye on the direction the sparks were at, Cordelia made her way through the trees. That wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it would be. Pushing past a few more, she came into a little area that was occupied by Professor Zhu. A rather large, elegant tree was next to her. “Th-that l-looks amazing…”
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Jan 9, 2017 11:12:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 11:12:52 GMT -7
Imogen had succeeded in breaking her wrist, that much was certain, but what she hadn’t succeeded in was coming up with an excuse as to how she had broken it. She was considering creating some furrows in the grass to make it look like she had lost her footing or something of the sort, but before she could enact that plan, Cordelia came rushing from around the corner. Imogen cradled her wrist to her chest, looking at the blonde girl as she looked at the tree. “Yes, it really is.” Imogen agreed, wincing a little as she moved her wrist in the wrong direction. “I’m afraid that I was so intent on getting to it first that I may have slipped and fallen.” The lie was horrible in two ways: one, there was no one else in the area, and thus no one who could race her to the tree, and two, there was no sign of slipping or falling. However, it made Imogen feel a little better about lying to Cordelia in the first place, because she only said she may have slipped and fallen – not that she did. So it wasn’t a whole lie, just half of one. “I do believe my wrist is broken.” Imogen added, in case Cordelia hadn’t yet noticed the way she was clutching the injured appendage close to her body.
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Jan 28, 2017 15:23:09 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jan 28, 2017 15:23:09 GMT -7
@imogen The tree was more than amazing, it was unbelievable. There were lots of things in the grounds around the school that were like they were straight out of a fairytale. Magic school and giant willow tree aside, the grounds were ancient; untouched by muggles and the evils of modern technology. She had to mentally slap herself for calling modern muggle tech evil. They didn’t know any better, and that was their way of advancing as a society. Where one had magic they could use, the other had to make things that were as close as possible to it.
Cordelia was still staring up at the tree as the professor continued talking. It took a second to register that she had said she’d slipped and fallen. Turning to face Professor Zhu, Cordelia tipped her head to the side, somewhat confused by the statement. Slipped and fell and...broke her wrist? Her eyes shifted from the professor clutching her arm to the ground, and back to the arm again. While it wasn’t the first time Cordelia had been presented with an issue that required fixing something, it was the first with a broken bone. The last time something this had happened was when Lily had been hexed with an unknown spell. Working together they had figured it out eventually. A broken bone was different though. That required a higher level spell than a counter-jinx.
“B-B-Broken?” She repeated, still having a million thoughts a minute on how to fix the wrist. Of course she knew the spell to mend broken bones, it was one of the first ones she had decided to learn about upon deciding she wanted to be a healer. The only issue? Cordelia had never attempted it before. Finding someone to break their bones for her seemed a little dark, and usually the nurses fixed bones up faster than she could get there to try and watch. This seemed like a good opportunity to really flex her muscles on the spell, but there was the caveat of possible messing it all up too. “W-We should g-go b-back to the school then…or I c-can g-get the n-nurse…”
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Feb 9, 2017 17:55:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 17:55:28 GMT -7
Cordelia seemed to be perplexed by the entire situation, and Imogen couldn’t say that she blamed the girl. Nothing about it really added up, because it was entirely fabricated. Hopefully she didn’t dwell on the details for too long, because Im’s wrist was really starting to hurt. Since she hadn’t hurt it in any sort of extreme situation, she also didn’t have the benefit of adrenaline to numb the pain. “Yes, I believe so.” No, Imogen knew so, but she didn’t want to scare Cordelia, even if that meant gritting her teeth and hiding most of the pain behind a calm façade. The Hufflepuff suggested that they go back to the school, and Imogen shook her head vigorously. “Nonsense!” She said, voice cracking to reveal a little of the pain that she was feeling inside. “If we leave, then someone is going to take our tree!” And it was quite a beautiful tree. Imogen would hate to lose it, even if that loss was because of her own stupidity and poorly laid out plan. “You’ve studied healing.” Imogen said, trying to sound like she came across the idea naturally, instead of said idea being the reason the debacle was happening in the first place. “Why don’t you fix it?” Imogen carefully extended her arm with the broken wrist towards Cordelia, wincing a bit, not because of pain, but because of how it looked. Her wrist had already swollen and was turning quite purple. It was the first time Imogen had seen any part of her body a different color than it was supposed to be without it being her choice. This was a strange situation on so many levels, but Imogen could only hope that it would help Cordelia learn a little more about healing.
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Feb 12, 2017 0:26:37 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Feb 12, 2017 0:26:37 GMT -7
@imogen How could Professor Zhu stay so calm in a situation like this? She was the one with the broken wrist after all. Things like this didn’t just happen every day. And when they did, there was a nurse or healer there to fix it. Cordelia was neither of those, and while she could possibly fix the broken bone, testing it out under this pretense, especially with a professor, was insane. There had been enough difficulty trying to find the anti-jinx to Lily Potter’s repeating words hex a few months ago. But the professor expected her to fix it. The fact that someone could come along and take the tree was a rather convincing argument after all. A good deal of time had been spent searching for the perfect one, and letting it go like this would be a complete waste. She understood that concept. The same thing could be said about not having her camera and missing out on a perfect photo opportunity. “O-Okay…”
The professor extended her arm out and Cordelia could tell from her reaction that it was definitely either broken or extremely sprained. That didn’t take a trained eye to tell though. Sliding her wand out of her jacket pocket, Cordelia observed it for a few seconds. This tiny piece of wood was going to finally be of real use. Now wasn’t the time to be nervous; it was a perfect opportunity, as twisted as that seemed, to test everything she had been studying over the last few months. Her goal was to get it right in the first try, since that meant there was no room for error. Brackium Emendo. That was the spell used to repair broken bones. Figured that it started with a letter she had trouble getting past. Taking a deep breath, she placed the tip of her wand over the professor’s wrist, right above the quickly forming bruise. “Brackium Emendo.” A soft blue light emitted from the wand. When it finished, Cordelia tilted her head to the side to observe the arm. It looked like it was still in one piece. “D-Did it work?”
[OOC: spell list says this is the one that fixes bones. Lockhart used it in CoS, but I'm going with the fact that he just sucked at life and made Harry's arm all jelly xD]
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Feb 15, 2017 20:34:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 20:34:24 GMT -7
Imogen could practically see the gears turning in Cordelia’s head. She wished she was a Legilimens in that moment, if only to hear what Cordelia was thinking about this entire situation. She wanted to know if her excuse was good enough, and her reason not to go back to the castle, too. Imogen wanted to know everything, but asking someone what they were thinking or how they were feeling in an intense situation like this one could just create stress. Imogen just waited, the seconds hanging in the air, until Cordelia finally agreed. Her extended arm was beginning to look worse and worse, and Imogen was glad that she had a strong stomach. Lesser people probably would not have been so nonplussed at looking at their own broken bone, but Imogen was more concerned with how Cordelia was reacting, at least for the time being. The girl seemed to be lost in thought, which was…good, maybe? Imogen would rather that she think for a bit and get the spell correct, but if Cordelia was waiting for too long, Imogen might reconsider this whole thing.
As luck would have it, she didn’t have to consider everything. Cordelia performed the spell, and Imogen was surprised that the Hufflepuff didn’t stutter once. Which was good for a healing spell. When the spell was performed, Imogen felt like someone was blowing cool air onto the heat of her wrist. After waiting a moment for the icy rush to subside, Imogen rolled her wrist around. Cordelia asked if it had worked, and Im nodded. “Good as new!” She replied happily, demonstrating that she now had full range of motion back in her limb. It was like it hadn’t been broken at all. “Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, we can go back to tree-cutting!” Imogen exclaimed brightly. That had been a brief detour, but the destination was still the same.
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Feb 20, 2017 17:00:18 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Feb 20, 2017 17:00:18 GMT -7
@imogen Cordelia didn’t even know she had been holding her breath until she let it out as Professor Zhu said that her arm was healed. Having never performed the spell or had it performed on her, she had absolutely no clue what it was supposed to look like or even do, for that matter. Apparently everything went fine though, and the movement of the wrist looking fluid enough to not be broken. Finally letting out that held breath, she could audibly hear her heart racing. That was way more stressful than it should have been, but it had worked. Everything was kosher now. Cordelia pocketed her wand, giving it one last look and mentally thanking it before it was returned to its normal place. It did its job.
She didn’t have much time to think of what was going to happen next, because the professor was ready to cut down the tree still. Cordelia kind of stared at her for a few seconds, wondering if that was really a good idea, even if her wrist was fixed up now. If she had been a test subject for someone’s first healing spell of that degree, she would have been in the Hospital Wing as soon as possible to make sure everything really was healed. And yet the professor still wanted to cut a tree down and bring it back to the castle. Cordelia wasn’t physically exhausted, but the pressure she had just put herself under was draining. If the tree was the one she had looked at when she arrived, it was most definitely going to take both of them to cut it and magically float it back. It would definitely be a test of mental fortitude. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and looked around at the trees. “Wh-which one was it?” They kind of all looked the same now that she thought about it.
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Feb 27, 2017 18:50:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 18:50:45 GMT -7
Imogen raised her eyebrows when Cordelia asked which tree it was that they had been about to cut down. They were standing right beside it, and it was a rather spectacular tree. Imogen thought that it stood out, at least. Had she accidentally traumatized Cordelia by making the Hufflepuff heal her wrist? Im hoped not, because that was the exact opposite of her intentions. Despite her doubt, Imogen didn’t say anything, pointing instead to the tree that would be put in the corner of her room as soon as she and Cordelia cut it down. “This is ours.” Im said. “I think we can forgot the traditional cutting methods.” Im said. Hacking away at the tree with a saw for the next hour wasn’t something that she wanted to do, especially since (despite being healed) she probably ought to rest her wrist. One of the perks of being the Charms teacher was that Imogen knew all manner of spells that were useful in different situations, and she just happened to know one that would be perfect for cutting the tree down. “Timber!” Imogen called cheerfully as she pointed her wand at the base of the tree trunk. It made a loud snapping sound before flopping over, the trunk neatly severed. “Would you like to practice your Levitation Charm, Cordelia?” Imogen asked. She was hoping that since that was a rather simple charm, Cordelia would still feel up to it, even if she was traumatized.
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