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[anathema_witch]

Date: 10th January 2001
Status: Private - Anathema, Bill, John, Loki
Setting: The library
Summary: Anathema, John and Bill plan out strategies to break the curse on Loki.

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[no_npc_here]

He'd never meant to treat Anathema as a waitress - he'd just assumed that since she seemed to be in charge of the hospital wing, she'd best be able to conjure up some food. Not in the literal sense, of course.

"Thanks," Bill nodded at Anathema with a smile. Toasting the bread to his favourite shade of gold-brown, he carefully sliced the toast into suitable soldiers.

Watching the scene unfold in front of him, Bill was reminded of his time in the infirmary. Chuckling as he dipped his soldiers into his egg, Bill said, "I'd eat something if I were you. You don't want to discover that Anathema has a dark side who loves forcing food down her patients' throats." He had, with one of his previous Healers.

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[anathema_witch]

"Oh, I think you will find that Loki has already fallen prey to that side of me. He doesn't liek eatign too much, but if he wants to keep up his strength..."

Once again, she moved the fruit cup closer to Loki. "And I know you're tired but eat it anyway."

[dangeroushabits]

Meanwhile, John was trying to make heads or tails of the results he'd got. He was pretty certain the final modification he'd made would work. The sigils didn't lie, and there were a finite number of possible ways to put these things together. This was an entirely new one on him, though, and it was going to take some time to figure out what he was looking at. Like trying to learn calculus when all you knew was algebra

[no_npc_here]

"No," said Bill, slightly surprised. "Every wand has a core from a non-human magical being. For example, mine's unicorn tail hair, and my wife's wand core is Veela hair." Bill wondered why Constantine was asking him this. Surely everyone knew - Bill's train of thought stopped abruptly - or could it be that there really was more than one kind of human magic?

[dangeroushabits]

John had no idea what a Veela was, but wasn't especially surprised to hear that Unicorns were real, though he would have thought them extinct long since. "So'd you make it yourself?" he continued, interested. Traditionally, ordinary casting tools were best made by the one who would be using them, but the wands he'd seen all looked like they'd been professionally crafted--possibly by the same person, though he had no way to be sure.

[no_npc_here]

"Ah, no, we don't. I got mine from Ollivanders, and my wife got hers from a wand-maker in France whose name escapes me at the moment." Bill reflected that Fleur's wand was probably a custom job. "The wand choses the wizard or witch, though. Wands are made, sometimes for decades, or even centuries, in advance for wizards and witches yet unborn, and each wand will react differently to a different wizard or witch. You just know when you have the ideal fit." Bill remembered the first time he held a wand that had chosen him - there was no other feeling like it.

[anathema_witch]

Listening to this conversation about wands was fascinating. To say that these bits of wood could work magic and were made for someone way before they were born was very interesting.

"Where do you buy these again? Olivander's? Is that in London somewhere? And do they work for anyone, or only a specific witch or wizard?"

[no_npc_here]

"They, or rather he, was in Wizarding London." Until a few years ago, that is. "We're not quite sure where he's gone to, but he disappeared when ... He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came back into power."

"Wand-makers generally provide wands to anyone who come into their shop - if they have the wand that fits the wizard or witch, of course. Wands, on the other hand, can be used by any witch or wizard, but of course the control over your magic is finer when you use a wand suited to you. Do you want a try?" Bill held out his wand, handle first, to Anathema.

[dangeroushabits]

John watched somewhat apprehensively, remembering what had happened when he'd thwacked that Draco kid with one of these things. "Don't point it at anybody's face," was all he said, though.

[anathema_witch]

Slowly, Anathema reached out and grabbed the bit of wood, and taking John's advice pointed it at the wall. And there she was stuck.

"Er, what do I do with it?"

[no_npc_here]

"I'm assuming that that's your wand - er, dominant - hand? Just give it a wave - do you feel anything at all?" Bill waved his hand in lieu of his wand, to demonstrate.

"Why don't you try something simple, like ... 'Lumos'?"

[anathema_witch]

Waving the wand about a few times, she muttered the word Lumos, not knowing what was supposed to happen with the saying of said word, and let out a little laugh when the tip of the wand began to faintly glow. Was it supposed to do that?

She looked over to Bill and smiled. "So, is this right?"

[no_npc_here]

Bill was impressed. "Not bad. Not bad at all," he nodded approvingly. That was quite a feat for someone who had supposedly never done magic with a wand before, and with another wizard's wand, no less.

"Right, now say 'Nox'."

[leucemic_god]

Loki had almost drifted into sleep when he heard a familiar and very much hated language. Hies eyes flew open and he watched the glowing wand carefully. He'd thought magic and Judeo Christianity didn't mix, but if they both used the same language, maybe he ought to be more careful around this wizard.

[anathema_witch]

"Nox," she said, not as surprised this time as the light slowly went out. She didn't notice Loki wake up. She was too busy grinning from making the piece of wood actually do something.

"Wow, this feels...really odd." She had never even thought that there might be witches and wizards out there who actually used wands like this until she met Luna, and then she didn't have much of a demonstration.

[dangeroushabits]

"Yeah, like pins and needles," John said, remembering his own experience. "Unless it's different with different wands." He was tempted to ask if he could try, but Ana seemed to be having fun and he wasn't at all sure he wouldn't burn the place down by accident, so he didn't.