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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 17, 2008 15:55:24 GMT -5
"Hmm. This might be trickier than I thought for someone without a very firm grasp of Latin. Especially if you need to use specific words for each object. There must be another way to do it."
Zea stepped behind her desk to one of the bookshelves, and opened the glass door. From it she pulled a scroll, and a heavy, leather-bound book that looked extremely worn. She placed it on her desk, and pulled a pair of cotton gloves from her drawer.
"This book is positively ancient, the very oils on your skin can cause a page to deteriorate. That's why I'm wearing gloves. It's about five hundred years old, even."
She gently opened the text, and began flipping through pages.
"Hmm. I think the word you're looking for is animus, which can mean either "animate" or "nature". It might be more difficult if you're rendering something Muggle, or, conversely, Wizard, as neither fall into the category of "natural". As long as your artistic rendering is accurate, it should work."
She turned a few more pages.
"Aha, as I thought. For artificial or man-made things, such as clothing or buildings or cars, use facticius. For magical things, veneficus. And lastly, for people, use alio." "So the incantation would be either:
Locomotor Tractem Animus Locomotor Tractem Facticius Locomotor Tractem Veneficus or Locomotor Tractem Alio."
"Got it?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 15, 2008 8:16:12 GMT -5
"Hmm, well, I ought to be able to help with that. The library has some excellent Latin dictionaries that ought to help you, but let's see if we can't get you started."
"Did he figure out a main incantation for you? I'm afraid I'm not very artsy, so it might take me a little referencing to come up with something that relates."
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 14, 2008 21:38:25 GMT -5
"Ah, okay, that's why I haven't seen you around. I wouldn't get you until at least third year anyway," she grinned. "What can I do for you?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 14, 2008 19:26:23 GMT -5
[Sorry, totally here, I've been AFK with homework coming out my ears for the past few days (and amusingly enough, mostly drawing homework)... but I oughta be back full-time this week.]
Zea looked rather flushed, but tried her best to recover her composure.
"Yeah, we'll catch up with each other soon," she said, and waved at Keladry. "Come on in, what can I do for you? You're not a Ravenclaw, are you?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 29, 2007 0:29:48 GMT -5
"Well, travel doesn't agree well with most pets, but my parents will gladly take mine in if I've somewhere to go, so that's handy."
"Off your feet? I suppose you mean on your broom...? Why not get an owl, then?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 29, 2007 0:23:19 GMT -5
Zea smiled to herself.
Well, can't let him live in fear forever...
"Ha! Hardly. I'm afraid the only man in my life is currently of the four-legged, furry sort. And he seems to have abandoned me for the time being, so sadly, I cannot introduce you. Well, I could introduce you to Rodney, but I'm afraid he's not thrilling." She gestured at the goldfish bowl with one hand.
"Do you have any pets?
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 29, 2007 0:06:49 GMT -5
Zea poured two cups of tea, then went over to join him by the window, handing him one.
She sank onto the chaise lounge, sitting just on the edge. She kicked off her boots, revealing blue socks with little sheep on them.
"I've got a fairly nice view from up here. Not nearly as nice as the Ravenclaw Common Room, but it's close."
She patted the seat beside her.
"Here, sit down."
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 23:57:42 GMT -5
"Well, see, teeny, tiny little problem..." she blushed. "I'm rather afraid of heights. I don't like being off the ground too much... heck, I never liked flying on airplanes with my parents."
"But I suppose I could give it a shot again. Provided that you're not a reckless flyer." She smirked.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 23:47:51 GMT -5
Zea bit her bottom lip as their eyes locked, and she lowered hers to look at the table.
"I was born in London, but I spent just about every summer as a child in St. Petersburg. My mother is very Russian. I'm Muggle-born, though. They're archaeologists... well, were. Retired, now."
She smiled.
"I spend a lot of time combining what I've learned from them with what I know of magic. It makes for interesting research, that's for sure..."
"...I don't think I've been on a broom since I got my licence to Apparate, though."
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 23:31:05 GMT -5
Zea smiled at him, and leaned into him ever so slightly.
"See, I make tea the Russian way, by hand, like my Babushka used to. Some things just taste better homemade. Oh, here, have a biscuit. My mother sent them to me this morning."
She reached across him for the tin.
"So, Professor, where are you from?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 23:21:38 GMT -5
Zea smiled immediately at that.
"I guess you like Muggle movies, too, then?"
She gazed around the room, and located her Russian tea set, and began to prepare the tea.
"Most of those plates aren't very valuable, but they do have a bit of personal meaning."
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 23:00:35 GMT -5
Zea and Aesir arrived at Zea's office after a short walk.
Zea popped out her wand, muttered a password, and opened the door.
"Come on in. Make yourself comfortable."
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Post by Zea Winters on Oct 29, 2007 6:49:39 GMT -5
Zea's office is located adjacent to the Ancient Runes classroom, relatively close to the Ravenclaw common room. If she is inside, the door is always left open.
Immediately upon entering, one notices the wall of windows looking out over the forest. Large, musty-looking blue drapes are held away from it with bronze rope. On one wall, she has a small Ravenclaw banner, but those are the only things in the room representing her house, and the only other decorations are curious antique items of uncertain origins, with the exception of a goldfish bowl on a small table beside the chaise lounge.
Her desk is buried under mountains of scrolls, books, and diaries, in a myriad of different languages. Two walls (being the ones with neither doors nor windows) are covered in bookshelves, which look dusty but surprisingly well-organized.
There is a chaise lounge pushed up next to the windows, covered with a tapestry and several pillows. Occasionally she can be found napping here with a book in her hand, but generally it is somewhere where over-stressed students (mostly Ravenclaws) come to unwind and talk to her, in a Freudian kind of environment, minus the Freud. Due to her easygoing manner, she is the teacher students often come to to unload their woes. She will serve students who visit her Russian tea in glasses with silver holders, and her mother's Russian tea biscuits.
Her ugly cat is often hanging around. Bandersnatch often claims the contents of the couch as "his", but he is a friendly cat, and whatever child sits there, he will sit on and purr contentedly while they pet his ugly hairless skin.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 22:46:56 GMT -5
"You know, I am feeling a little bit... dizzy..."
She got a very mischievous look in her eyes.
"Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope!"
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 22:32:56 GMT -5
Zea laughed at that.
"Good, we can be Muggle movie nerds together."
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