Can you? Ward? [God, that must be convenient,] I can only put down the lasting ones with blood; the shield-type I have to hold up manually.
[And then he sweats blood anyway, so is it worth it. Almost never. But it's a handy trick in a pinch.
He goggles at the wand a bit like a kid in a candy store; there's nothing wandlike in necromancy, and the idea of that kind of medium is-? Fascinating, to say the least.]
I think that would help— apparently a lot of people here really hate ghosts, which is immature, at best.
[He's still a little irate at just how many people wanted to burn his haunted doll on sight even after hearing that an actual spirit lives in it? Or heard that and wanted to burn it more? Ghost rights, holy shit.]
Could you- let me finish this, hold on.
[Finishing is more like just checking it over, touching a few points here and there to tidy it up, before he's turning fully to face her and sticking his bleeding finger in his mouth, to stop said bleeding. Cool.]
Mhm, although there's witches and wizards back home who can do it far better than I can. But they're much older and have more skill. [ But she's getting better. She certainly gets a great deal of practice here, and in Deerington. There's a blink and her face brightens in pleasant surprise. ] I can do one of those, too! Like in a fight, or a duel? It's very helpful for a brief shield.
[ It's nice when she finds some similarities. ]
Ghosts are lovely! Some of them back home were my friends. [ There's a little smile, fond. She liked The Grey Lady most, Helena. Not only with her being her House ghost, but well... she was nice. She always had time for her. So yes, Ghost rights!
She waits patiently while he finishes up, smiling dreamily for a moment. Of course, she'll do a spell! There's a nod at that before she turns towards the door. They're best done there, considering it's an entrance — to protect the whole room.
Raising her left hand up, fingers splayed, she then raises her wand and draws it downwards as she utters: ]
Protego totalum.
[ There's a soft skittering sound. The air before her warps and shifts gently — like a heat-haze. It blooms outwards as it takes hold, ripples in the air before it fades to nothing. She steps away, grinning slightly in amusement. ]
.. I could probably do something a flashier, if you'd prefer. [ Considering that was rather visually subtle for a spell. ] Transfigure a teacup or something like that.
[Oh, good, ghost rights. He gives her an approving look for that, shuffling over to observe a bit more closely while she does A Spell.
And it's— not unlike what a blood ward looks like, the kind that he has to hold up manually. A shimmer and then nothing, which is interesting to note; maybe he should write this down.]
Transfigure a— no, that's fine, this is fascinating.
[And there he goes over to the doorway, to see if he can wave his hand through it still. Ooh, aah...]
How long does it linger? And there's another language, for invocation? Does the gesture matter?
Oh, well— thank you. [ There's a polite little smile. Her home has far more powerful enchantments placed upon them, more impressive than this. But that's due to Usagi sharing the power of the moon with her, which isn't something she would like to ask again of her so soon. That was a very precious privilege.
It's just as well Luna doesn't mind questions. She's more than happy to answer them. ]
For indefinitely, with regular maintenance. Most of our spells have some root in Latin, although there are exceptions. [ And then there's a serious nod to the last questions. ]
Oh, yes. Charmwork is a very precise art. It requires focus and care, otherwise it can go terribly wrong.
I suppose so. And Latin's considered a dead-language by modern society, really.
[ To Muggles and Wizards alike. But it's possible Wizardkind is more familiar with words considering how words are used in spells. ]
Oh, no. Unfortunately, you need to have magic in your blood to learn, it comes from inside you. If I gave my wand to a Muggle, it would just be a stick. [ A very nice stick. ] Both my parents had magic, and their parents, too. But suspect there's non-magical people in my family history, too.
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[And then he sweats blood anyway, so is it worth it. Almost never. But it's a handy trick in a pinch.
He goggles at the wand a bit like a kid in a candy store; there's nothing wandlike in necromancy, and the idea of that kind of medium is-? Fascinating, to say the least.]
I think that would help— apparently a lot of people here really hate ghosts, which is immature, at best.
[He's still a little irate at just how many people wanted to burn his haunted doll on sight even after hearing that an actual spirit lives in it? Or heard that and wanted to burn it more? Ghost rights, holy shit.]
Could you- let me finish this, hold on.
[Finishing is more like just checking it over, touching a few points here and there to tidy it up, before he's turning fully to face her and sticking his bleeding finger in his mouth, to stop said bleeding. Cool.]
Okay, I would love to see a spell.
i didn't get the notif for this RUDE DW
[ It's nice when she finds some similarities. ]
Ghosts are lovely! Some of them back home were my friends. [ There's a little smile, fond. She liked The Grey Lady most, Helena. Not only with her being her House ghost, but well... she was nice. She always had time for her. So yes, Ghost rights!
She waits patiently while he finishes up, smiling dreamily for a moment. Of course, she'll do a spell! There's a nod at that before she turns towards the door. They're best done there, considering it's an entrance — to protect the whole room.
Raising her left hand up, fingers splayed, she then raises her wand and draws it downwards as she utters: ]
Protego totalum.
[ There's a soft skittering sound. The air before her warps and shifts gently — like a heat-haze. It blooms outwards as it takes hold, ripples in the air before it fades to nothing. She steps away, grinning slightly in amusement. ]
.. I could probably do something a flashier, if you'd prefer. [ Considering that was rather visually subtle for a spell. ] Transfigure a teacup or something like that.
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And it's— not unlike what a blood ward looks like, the kind that he has to hold up manually. A shimmer and then nothing, which is interesting to note; maybe he should write this down.]
Transfigure a— no, that's fine, this is fascinating.
[And there he goes over to the doorway, to see if he can wave his hand through it still. Ooh, aah...]
How long does it linger? And there's another language, for invocation? Does the gesture matter?
[oop there he goes]
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It's just as well Luna doesn't mind questions. She's more than happy to answer them. ]
For indefinitely, with regular maintenance. Most of our spells have some root in Latin, although there are exceptions. [ And then there's a serious nod to the last questions. ]
Oh, yes. Charmwork is a very precise art. It requires focus and care, otherwise it can go terribly wrong.
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[Not by name, because he does know the odd Latin phrase from Ye Olde Ancient Texts, but he doesn't know that's what it's called? It's a whole thing.]
Can anyone learn to do your magic? Our necromancy is innate, but not hereditary; neither of my parents are necromancers.
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[ To Muggles and Wizards alike. But it's possible Wizardkind is more familiar with words considering how words are used in spells. ]
Oh, no. Unfortunately, you need to have magic in your blood to learn, it comes from inside you. If I gave my wand to a Muggle, it would just be a stick. [ A very nice stick. ] Both my parents had magic, and their parents, too. But suspect there's non-magical people in my family history, too.