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Aug 15, 2019 21:13:58 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Aug 15, 2019 21:13:58 GMT -7
02.08.2025 All Cordelia wanted to do was send a letter back home to her mum. She didn’t ask for much anymore, but this was the one thing that she had been waiting all week to do. With classes in full swing for the spring term and homework being thrown at them in packets, having the time to write and send a letter home was a breath of fresh air. It was just the two of them now, and that had been driven home over the winter holidays with the absence of her father completely. Cordelia didn’t know if she could hate him, or even how to react to everything, but her mum did so she felt sort of obligated to feel the same way. If anything, she was still more embarrassed about the article that had been written and then spread like wildfire. Her dad’s legacy as a Quidditch player would always be marred by a scandal like this even though he wasn’t that remarkable of a player. Since the article released, she hadn’t even bothered to write to him, and that was basically it. Apparently the divorce proceedings went well in her mother’s favor since it was such a clear cut case. Cordelia didn’t like thinking about those sorts of things since they shattered her entire little world, but that was how it was going to be from now on. And all she wanted to do was send out her letter.
But the owlery was in a flurry of madness when she made it to the top of the spiral staircase. Owls were flying out of the various windows, and it looked like letters were chasing after them. She had never seen something like this before, and the poor birds were definitely agitated by the fact that envelopes were zooming after them in a menacing manner. She wasn’t alone at the entrance though, a younger student was also standing outside the door. “Wh-What’s going on?” she asked the girl, stepping out of the door frame just in time as an owl shot out, letter hot on its trail. From the few moments she had been up there, it definitely looked like someone had jinxed the letters to act out, but it was strange for them to be so dedicated at attacking owls. It almost looked like the charms that were placed on bludgers for Quidditch matches, except there wasn’t anything fun about owls getting hurt in the same way it was to watch Quidditch players try to avoid the hazardous red balls.
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
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Aug 23, 2019 3:42:24 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on Aug 23, 2019 3:42:24 GMT -7
FEBRUARY WAS A NICE MONTH. It was a month that indicated how close Yvonne was to ageing up and being closer to an older age, closer so people wouldn’t pick on how young she was. Fourteen was growing old, and so was Yvonne’s rebellious streak. She had taken on Delilah’s words a lot more now, especially since the two met up so she could teach her things and eventually Yvonne knew she would have to adapt. She would have to smile at those who were weaker, and don’t even bother with those who could possibly be a threat or even stronger. Though, already her posture was better and even the way she spoke was kinder. It seemed to freak out those who Yvonne mainly spoke to (Brody and Yvette mainly) but it seemed to work against that asshole Gideon. She of course still had a lot more to do anyway.
Refusing to go to her class for the morning, Yvonne wandered around the castle, avoiding the Prefects as much as she could. It was probably bad of her to do so, considering her marks were declining in Charms and other classes and her elder sister was fearing she would need a tutor. A tutor was the last thing Yvonne freaking needed. Eventually the De Snaijer found herself in the midst of the Owlery, thanking the spiral of never ending stairs had finished, but wide eyes were intrigued at the flock of Owls coming in and out. With a devilish smile, Yvonne had pulled out her wand, wanting a few of the Owls to fly into one another, potentially swap letters and bring the wrong letters to the wrong people. That would’ve been fun. But with the charm leaving her wand having the wrong thoughts and incantation…Yvonne had only caused a mess. A jinx-filled mess.
In and out of windows the Owls went and charmed letters seemed to follow them in an attack. Yvonne’s lips formed an ‘o’ shape out of surprise, but Merlin was it funny to watch! Clapping her hands, Yvonne looked up in amusement, ducking whenever she needed to and even stepping back so she was closer to the door, ready to escape when needed. Until she heard…another voice. Immediately Yvonne dropped her wand into her robes almost discreetly and she turned, looking up at the taller girl with innocent eyes. ”I’m unsure Miss.” She lied, no hesitation in her tone, just like Delilah had taught her. ”I just wanted to send something to my Mother, and I found the Owls like this Miss.” Ah, what a great liar Yvonne would grow to become.
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Sept 15, 2019 12:12:56 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Sept 15, 2019 12:12:56 GMT -7
▲ The little girl that was standing in the entryway to the Owlery was…odd. Cordelia was far from being a master of speech, her stuttering and mumbling meant that she was in no way, shape, or form allowed to judge the girl on how she phrased her words, but this kid was weird. The Hufflepuff couldn’t remember the last time someone younger than her called her Miss; probably because it had never happened before. That was usually reserved for professors and shopkeepers, and that was because they were supposed to be formal. It caught Cordelia off guard, and she glanced around awkwardly, half thinking that maybe the girl was talking to an adult nearby and not directly to her. But she was wrong, and it was just the two of them and the crazed letters chasing the owls. The poor things looked they were starting to get agitated, and Cordelia was as well when she had to duck out of the way for another stray letter mistaking her mess of hair as an owl nest. That wasn’t the first time she had that happen; a few months earlier a stray paper owl had gotten caught in her hair while she was in the Great Hall. A charmed, angry letter was far worse than an innocent little paper owl, and if the owl could get caught in her hair, the letter certainly could too. She had had enough of untangling and cutting her hair to alleviate caught objects this year. “D-Did y-you see who…” Cordelia didn’t finish her sentence, instead opting to point up at the disaster inside the tower to demonstrate that she was asking who caused it. The girl had already said that she only wanted to send a letter, and it made sense if she was too scared to enter the tower. Flying letters would probably leave some nasty papercuts. Deciding that she didn’t want to wait for an answer, Cordelia pulled her wand out of her pocket and pointed it up into the tower, casting a relatively simple finite incantatem. All of the letters stopped where they were and dropped out of the sky, floating gently down to the ground, the owls they belonged to quickly swooping down to snag them so they could continue with their business. Content that her counter-charm had worked, Cordelia nodded at the girl and stepped into the tower, heading towards the school owls so she could send her letter. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
175 posts
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Oct 6, 2019 19:56:43 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on Oct 6, 2019 19:56:43 GMT -7
YVONNE FELT NO GUILT FROM her lies, nor would she ever. Lying had been easy now she found better ways to practice with it, and with Delilah’s help, her facial expressions were either a facade or showed little to no emotion at all. Just like how she wanted it. Innocently though, she continued to stare up at the older girl, with yellow streaks coming from her robes. Flipping Hufflepuff’s, they never left her alone. Rethinking her words, the De Snaijer thought if the addition of ‘Miss’ was a little too much, but given who had taught her such things…It felt perfect in a way. She watched as the older girl ducked, allowing for a crazed letter to fly through, and while Yvonne felt her lips twitch, she knew she needed to keep her smiles at bay.
The girl began to speak with a stutter, leading to the De Snaijer to slightly tilt her head to the side until eyes followed upwards, with the girl implying if she had seen who had started the mess. Did she have a problem with speaking? It wasn’t the typical question to ask, instead more abrupt and rather rude, but the Slytherin nodded otherwise. ”There was…someone in here before I got here though.” She began, fumbling out her spiral of lies. ”Pretty sure he was in Gryffindor." Her lips curved upwards in feigned thought, trying to picture a person that simply didn’t exist.
Though in awe she watched the girl perform a spell without the need of words. The letters that were chasing after the owls in a frenzy came to a stop, before swiftly floating down to the ground, allowing the owls to return to their original duties. Yvonne wanted to scowl then, enjoying the sight of frightened owls but knew if she wanted to keep her cover hidden, it was probably for the best. The girl stepped in then and Yvonne knew she was probably in the shits, considering the letter she ‘wanted to send to her mother’ didn’t exist. So. For distraction purposes, the Slytherin spoke up. ”How did you do that?!” The excitement was fake of course, but the interest was genuine. ”Without even…saying it?”
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Oct 8, 2019 20:51:36 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Oct 8, 2019 20:51:36 GMT -7
▲ If the little girl hadn’t added that she was pretty sure a Gryffindor boy had conducted the mischief, Cordelia would have immediately jumped to the conclusion that it had been Lily. But at the same time, she wasn’t sure if her friend was capable of such a spell. She had nothing against Lily, but there was a certain degree spells to which the Gryffindor girl couldn’t be held accountable for. Simple hexes and counter curses were surely in her arsenal - and maybe even the easiest of spells. Assuming Lily could do this though? Cordelia almost felt bad for thinking of it. Plus she was sure Lily wouldn’t do anything to harm animals, not that anyone could imagine something like this would injure an owl, but literally anything was possible if you didn’t think it all the way through. Now that didn’t eliminate the fact that it could have been a Gryffindor still. A spell gone awry made the most sense, and if the person didn’t know how to cancel it like she did…well, that would explain virtually everything that had gone down here. Cordelia liked to think that whomever caused it didn’t mean to – that simply didn’t make sense to her. Approaching one of the school owls as planned, she paused as she tried to recall what her mum’s new address was again. Everything had been all sorts of topsy-turvy over the last few months so forgetting a simple address sort of made sense. Luckily she had remembered to scribble it down on a piece of paper she usually kept in her dorm room, with it being in her pocket today just in case. Transferring the address onto the envelope, she efficiently knotted the letter to the owl and let it on its way. As she turned to leave, the little girl was still standing in the owlery entrance asking a question that Cordelia didn’t really understand until she asked a second time, making it clearer. Did she mean the non-verbal spell? Or the fact that she ended whatever was going on with the letters? Or both? “N-non-verbal m-m-magic…” Cordelia answered, crossing her arms in front of her nervously, unsure if that was what the girl wanted to hear or not. “Y-You learn it in seventh year Ch-Charms,” she stuttered out. Though she had been practicing it the entire summer between sixth and seventh, so something like finite incantatem was simple now. “Y-You’ve never seen it before?”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
175 posts
played by haise
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Nov 19, 2019 23:24:55 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on Nov 19, 2019 23:24:55 GMT -7
AS DUMBFOUNDED AS YVONNE PRETENDED to be, it seemed to be working alongside the elder girl. At least the De Snaijer hoped it was. She stood aside for it all, the girl’s success at stopping the letters from attacking the owls to the girl heading up to one of the owls to deposit her own letter. Yvonne felt stupid for further continuing her conversation with the elder girl, noting that she probably wasn’t suspicious of the Slytherin’s actions, especially now she noted it had been someone from Gryffindor. The girl spoke out again, informing Yvonne of non-verbal magic and as usual the De Snaijer felt stupid. If she was anything like her sister, she probably would have known this all by now. Non-Verbal magic, how one learns it in seventh year..Etc.
In fairness, Yvonne couldn’t see herself passing her fourth year, let alone fifth, sixth or seventh. ”Never Miss!” She lied. She had seen it before with her parents, but never knew it’s actual name. Sure, Yvonne learned about it in Ilvermorny, but like the next person who experienced trauma so young, she forgot many things. ”At least I don’t think so…” Her index finger brushed under her bottom lip, hoping to appear in thought to the older girl. ”Honestly…I don’t think I’m doing well with all these classes…So many things to remember…”
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Dec 4, 2019 21:10:55 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Dec 4, 2019 21:10:55 GMT -7
▲ Being called ‘Miss’ over and over again was starting to make Cordelia increasingly nervous – she was far from being in a position of authority where the title was warranted, and she never wanted to be there either. It made her fidget in place, one arm moving from the crossed position they were in to tug on a strand of hair anxiously as the tiny girl continued to direct all of her attention at the Hufflepuff. The problem had been fixed and she had completed her task, which meant the girl should be doing the same and going about her business. But she kept bringing everything Cordelia did back around, and calling her Miss. It certainly wasn’t a surprise that she hadn’t seen non-verbal magic before. Cordelia hadn’t even known what to call the silent spell casting until her sixth year, and she had always assumed that it was just something that came with repetitive use of a spell. Her theory was half true, because non-verbal did require a level of expertise past normal casting, but it was still more wrong than right. That was why they were all at Hogwarts though, wasn’t it? “Charms isn’t all that b-bad,” Cordelia muttered as the girl complained about having to remember a lot of things. Her own formative years in the castle had been similar, but she had never actively struggled with test taking or homework. It was more the standing up in front of the class to present a project or to answer a question. “Y-You should ask P-Professor Choi for a t-tutor…” she offered, unsure if that was the sort of thing the girl was looking for. Sometimes all it took was someone other than the teacher teaching it for a subject to stick. Like how she personally learned better from reading books and practicing on her own. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
175 posts
played by haise
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Mar 15, 2020 19:47:42 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on Mar 15, 2020 19:47:42 GMT -7
PUTTING ON A MASK TOWARDS others was something Yvonne felt she was simply getting used to all over again. With the help of Delilah and listening to the other bullies of Hogwarts, the persona was easy to achieve and uphold. From the stuttering girl before her, Yvonne felt somewhat bad, watching as how the blonde shifted while her arm moved. Merlin, she was fidgety.
With the girl stating that Charms wasn’t all that bad, Yvonne felt an eye-roll coming along but stopped herself from doing so. Conceal emotions, nod and smile instead. One of the many things that Delilah had taught her. ”It’s…Not my favourite to say the least Miss…” But it certainly wasn’t her worst class. Merlin no. That title was for Potions. Curse that stupid subject. ”I…Believe I could but…Maybe…You could be my tutor..?”
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Apr 29, 2020 18:53:28 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Apr 29, 2020 18:53:28 GMT -7
▲ The chunk of hair that Cordelia had previously been tugging on nervously was now starting to wrap around one of her fingers, though that was more due to her unkempt curled knots than because she was doing it on purpose. Any conversation ever that lasted more than a few cursory sentences was bound to end up this way. She had no idea how to continue a conversation with another person when it didn’t pertain to anything she was interested in, and especially not with a younger student that insisted on calling her Miss at every given moment. Hogwarts had plenty of proper students, but this was the first time she had ever encountered one like this. It caused her to become more uncomfortably anxious with each passing second, and her own staggered responses back to the girl were indicative of that. Cordelia simply nodded her head, as if she understood what not liking a class subject was like, half wondering if she would be able to escape at any moment now. In her experience, younger students always seemed to like talking about what subjects they disliked the most. They still had the ability to do that, because in a few years they would be locked down into whatever N.E.W.T level courses they decided to take. She always thought that the ones she was currently taking were complaint worthy for those that slacked off. Not that she was going to name names, but Lily’s was the first that came to mind. “T-T-Tutor?” she repeated, surprised that the word actually managed to get out of her mouth. “I-I graduate in M-May…I d-don’t think I-I’d b-be good anyway…”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
175 posts
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May 23, 2020 18:10:05 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on May 23, 2020 18:10:05 GMT -7
DARK EYES WANDERED, WATCHING HOW the female’s finger wrapped and un-folded itself, taking the mess of hair one strand at a time. Merlin, how did she keep that mane maintainable? Or looking like that anyway. Delilah would’ve scolded her in an instance and the older female wasn’t even her sister. The cliche phrase of looks not mattering to most people didn’t exist when you learned under Delilah. Looks played a role in almost everything. And Yvonne only played into the idea with her innocent facade.
The girl seemed to understand Yvonne’s struggle — like the next person, not every student was bound to like every subject. It was just somewhat unfortunate that Yvonne disliked the thought of most of them and rendered them useless for her future plans. So surely, tutoring wouldn’t be so bad for just one person. But of course, the nervous wreck of a girl just had to decline the request. ”Even if you graduate soon Miss…A few lessons wouldn’t hurt…” And here came along the pity-party for the girl. The reassurance and comment of ’No! I’m sure you’d do so great! that most people expected to pick their confidence up. ”I think you’d be great…I already learned something just by watching you!”
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Jul 21, 2020 21:00:13 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jul 21, 2020 21:00:13 GMT -7
▲ Cordelia was still wondering why the younger girl was so stuck on learning from her. Non-verbal spell casting came with a lot more than just a few lessons, and like she had stated, graduation was only a few months away. She couldn’t devote her time to helping out a younger student right now. Her exams were infinitely more important, and she figured it was fine to be selfish about those. They mattered in the end. The girl standing in front of her was bound to catch up at some point. “It was j-just f-finite incantatem…” she said quietly, avoiding eye contact with the girl. Looking down at her feet was the easiest way to do that. “Th-That’s a c-counter spell. To s-stop already c-cast ones. P-Pretty easy.” She had figured it out in either her first or second year, and this girl looked like she was at least in second year, maybe third. Cordelia wasn’t really sure though, just from looking at her. “Th-That’s n-nice…” Cordelia said slowly as the girl tried to tell her she would be a quality teacher. She’d heard that from various Charms professors in the last few years, but that was only because she was always paired with Lily. And anyone paired with Lily looked like a genius. “B-But I don’t think I c-can help y-you.” Going to the professor for help was what the girl really needed to be doing right, especially if she wanted to get a head start on more complicated kinds of magic. The only reason Cordelia had gone after non-verbal casting was because it was easier than stuttering through her incantations. Anyone that spent enough time around her in class would understand that. “S-Sorry…” she apologized as she started to try and head down the stairs of the owlery. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
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Jul 24, 2020 8:20:08 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on Jul 24, 2020 8:20:08 GMT -7
DECIDING THAT THE BLONDE WAS the one she…needed, Yvonne knew she wouldn’t stop anytime soon to get what she wanted out of her. And simple lessons was just that. The De Snaijer noticed how the girl was avoiding her gaze, potentially out of guilt or something. Delilah had once advised to note this down with the quieter ones. They wanted to help others usually but sometimes took upon a selfish stance, refusing to help above all. Yvonne was willing to break down that barrier, gain knowledge of her own of course.
”Oh right…” The sad thing was, Yvonne most definitely knew that spell…And other spells, more than she let herself believe truly. It was the harder things she didn’t get, especially in her fourth year now, it was difficult remembering things — or trying to anyway. ”Are you sure though Miss?…” Yvonne began, noticing how the Hufflepuff was already eager to leave. ”I could…just watch! Take notes…I wouldn’t even ask any questions Miss…” It was her best attempt at a plead — something she hadn’t done since leaving America after her parents death.
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Sept 13, 2020 13:21:03 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Sept 13, 2020 13:21:03 GMT -7
▲ Maybe she shouldn’t have said the charm cancel spell was easy? The girl certainly didn’t seem all that happy to realize that it was, almost down at the prospect that she didn’t know what it was. Obviously that made Cordelia feel bad, but there really wasn’t anything that she could do about it. Tutoring would have made more sense if she had begun it at the start of the fall term, not now. She only had a few months of school left. And there was also the Lily issue. Her friend seemed to be severely lacking in the quality grades area, and that had forced the Hufflepuff to spend a lot of time trying to catch Lily up to speed on everything. It wasn’t working that well. “I-I’m p-positive,” Cordelia responded. All she wanted to do was leave, but the girl was unbelievably persistent about it. There were plenty of sixth years that could help her, ones that were ahead of the curve and would still have another year of classes to commit time to tutoring. “I-I have final exams to study f-f-for. M-Maybe ask the P-Professor?” That was going to be her final attempt at shaking her off. There was very little left Cordelia could do, and she was starting to get uncomfortable with the fact that the girl wouldn’t take no for an answer. Plus, in her own experience, taking notes alone wasn’t good enough with charms. It was literally a game of practice making perfect. That was the only reason she hadn’t gotten as good as she had with them. Patience was one-hundred percent the key to achieving results. That was it. “S-Sorry again…” Cordelia stated one last time, before starting to run down the stairs. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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yvonne rae de snaijer
THIRD YEAR - THERAPIST THE QUEEN'S WANDS AND WOODWORKS PART-TIME CASHIER
175 posts
played by haise
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Sept 27, 2020 14:42:40 GMT -7
Post by yvonne rae de snaijer on Sept 27, 2020 14:42:40 GMT -7
ALL YVONNE WANTED WAS TO learn something new from someone else and eventually use it to her advantage. The stuttering girl before her was a typical subject for Yvonne to try and manipulate but with the elder girl stuttering away and looking to head off, Yvonne's brows furrowed, nothing was working to convince the girl. She stuttered, mentioning how she had final exams to study for and that the Slytherin should ask the Professor instead. A hand rose, trying to intervene and prevent the girl from running off but off she went, down the stairs and out of sight, faster than Yvonne could even cast the spell the girl had done earlier.
Grumbling to herself, Yvonne tutted, and opened the door briefly to cause the same jinx she had caused earlier. Watching with amusement at how the letters began to chase the owls once more, Yvonne swung the doors closed and headed down the stairs, maybe someone new could fix her issues.
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