Post by Sacha "Sion" Peverell on May 19, 2013 23:51:25 GMT 1
Sacha pushed his hair back with a sweep of his hand. His knuckles were white with tension. It was to be his first lesson today. On top of that the first time he would actually have a real interaction with a large group of people. And he was sorely lacking in many languages beyond English.
Sacha sat back in his wooden chair and as he did, his cuff fell down his arm to reveal scarring where he had been leashed. The flesh had healed long ago, while he was still imprisoned. The image of Alphard Valenceus still burned hot in his mind, never forgive. He looked up from the scarred tissue as the clock rang, he had it set to ring five minutes before the start of the lesson.
Gliding to his feet, Sacha raised his hand. As he made the movement, various messes plaguing the room corrected themselves. A goblet lying on its side sprang up to stand upright, a deck of cards lying scattered on one table shuffled themselves together and the clock was also stopped with the wandless, speechless magic. Having had much time to train with no wand and no voice, the feats came naturally to him.
Sacha straightened up his jacket and stretched his shoulders at the sound of someone approaching from outside the classroom. He looked down at a parchment covering the days lesson on the Protego spell and waited for his first visitor.
Sacha sat back in his wooden chair and as he did, his cuff fell down his arm to reveal scarring where he had been leashed. The flesh had healed long ago, while he was still imprisoned. The image of Alphard Valenceus still burned hot in his mind, never forgive. He looked up from the scarred tissue as the clock rang, he had it set to ring five minutes before the start of the lesson.
Gliding to his feet, Sacha raised his hand. As he made the movement, various messes plaguing the room corrected themselves. A goblet lying on its side sprang up to stand upright, a deck of cards lying scattered on one table shuffled themselves together and the clock was also stopped with the wandless, speechless magic. Having had much time to train with no wand and no voice, the feats came naturally to him.
Sacha straightened up his jacket and stretched his shoulders at the sound of someone approaching from outside the classroom. He looked down at a parchment covering the days lesson on the Protego spell and waited for his first visitor.