Playing with fire...
WHO: Wolfram von Bielefeld and OPEN.
LOCATION: In an empty classroom on the sixth floor.
WEEK: 67
TIME: Thursday Afternoon
WHAT: Ailing over the rain and practicing Defensive Magic.
RATING: TBD?
Every time it rained, Wolfram got sick. He hated how nauseous those little droplets falling from the sky made him. But it was just something he would have to deal with.
Focus. Concentrate.
Holding out his hand, he called forth one of his favorite spells - a Fire Wolf. Once it had roared - literally - to life, he created a containment spell around it. The act of doing so was rather taxing. It would have been easier if he had been allowed to let the wolf run free, but that would cause havoc. Wolfram had enough bad marks on his record as it was. He didn't want to lose his Prefect position.
"One...two...three..." he could feel sweat breaking out on his brow, "Four...five...six!"
It was too much. As soon as he came to six, the containment spell shattered and he was forced to let the wolf hit the stone wall across from him. Falling back onto a desk, he panted and dabbed at his face with a handkerchief.
"...better." he mumbled, pulling a notebook towards him and calculating the time he was able to hold the spells in tandem this time. Surprisingly, it was nearly double the time of his last effort.
"Either I'm getting stronger or I wasn't putting forth my best effort last time." Wolfram frowned and glanced at the window, sighing, "I might be able to do better when the weather clears up."
But only time would tell. It wasn't like he could summon a sunny day in order to test his theory, after all.
LOCATION: In an empty classroom on the sixth floor.
WEEK: 67
TIME: Thursday Afternoon
WHAT: Ailing over the rain and practicing Defensive Magic.
RATING: TBD?
Every time it rained, Wolfram got sick. He hated how nauseous those little droplets falling from the sky made him. But it was just something he would have to deal with.
Focus. Concentrate.
Holding out his hand, he called forth one of his favorite spells - a Fire Wolf. Once it had roared - literally - to life, he created a containment spell around it. The act of doing so was rather taxing. It would have been easier if he had been allowed to let the wolf run free, but that would cause havoc. Wolfram had enough bad marks on his record as it was. He didn't want to lose his Prefect position.
"One...two...three..." he could feel sweat breaking out on his brow, "Four...five...six!"
It was too much. As soon as he came to six, the containment spell shattered and he was forced to let the wolf hit the stone wall across from him. Falling back onto a desk, he panted and dabbed at his face with a handkerchief.
"...better." he mumbled, pulling a notebook towards him and calculating the time he was able to hold the spells in tandem this time. Surprisingly, it was nearly double the time of his last effort.
"Either I'm getting stronger or I wasn't putting forth my best effort last time." Wolfram frowned and glanced at the window, sighing, "I might be able to do better when the weather clears up."
But only time would tell. It wasn't like he could summon a sunny day in order to test his theory, after all.