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How Not to Kill Yourself with Incantations | Friday, Period 1

Bob eyed the students more than a little dubiously as they filed into the Danger Shop. When they were all there, he grimaced. "Well. Not nearly as much time as I would've liked, but still."

He pointed at the table, where a number of scrolls were laid out. "Spells. Simple, small ones." He indicated each one in turn. "To create a small flame, to make your hands glow, to create a breeze, to sour wine, to grow a seed. If you do them correctly. They're also specifically designed so that even if you don't do them correctly, they won't be harmful, although you may be minorly inconvenienced." Dear god, he hoped.

"So." He waved them at the table with a look that said he was probably going to regret this. "Pick one. Ask any questions you like, do any research you like. I'll answer anything except how to actually say the words. Then read it. And do remember, it's in your own best interests to get it right."

Please don't make him call Harry to undo anything.

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Carefully!

Anders

Mabel Pines

Eye the scrolls, wonder if you're up for this. Bob certainly does.

Do your best to find out what's on the scroll you pick and how to say it. (It's likely a mixture of Latin and Old English, if you want to work with that.)

Feel free to mod that you get it right, or that you get it wrong. Here is a generator of random magical effects, or you can come up with your own. Nothing harmful, but perhaps inconveniencing.

Edited 2015-08-14 04:10 (UTC)

Anders' scroll read áræme mónaþfylen, and he did enough research to be relatively certain nothing was going to explode before carefully reading it aloud. A miniature version of the full moon rose in a corner of the classroom to shine for a few minutes before vanishing.

It wasn't a type of spell Anders had ever done before. and he was proud to have pulled it off.

Bob smiled at him. "Well done. I don't think I've ever seen it manifest quite like that; each caster is different, of course. That was lovely."

"Thanks. I knew it was supposed to make a moonrise," Anders said, grinning over at the teacher. "Didn't expect it to be quite this, er, small, but they always say size doesn't matter."

Bob chuckled. "Well, better this than creating a new one right under the class, anyway. And it could be quite a handy little light."

"I reckon a real moon would mess up the tides and all that," Anders nodded. "This, though. This'd be perfect to light the way to the privy at night."

"It would," Bob agreed. "Can you get it to move?"

"Not in whatever that was on the scroll I can't," Anders told him. "But maybe --"

He raised his hand and concentrated Spirit hard at the mini-moon. It shuddered a few inches to the left.

"There you are," Bob said. "The perfect night light."

Oh, Mabel was going to step into this one all-out! Because, like Bob had said, nothing bad could happen, right?

So, when she tried to grow a seed and the end result had her sweater changing colors like an overzealous kaleidoscope, she squealed in glee, clapped her hands in joy, and then reached for a pen and a piece of paper so that she could write down exactly what it was she had said, phonetically.

MAGIC SUCCESS.

"I'm not certain that was the intended effect," Bob told her. He was actually fairly certain it was nowhere near the intended effect. But if she were happy...

"Well, it will be from now on," Mabel enthused, holding her arms up to show off her awesome sweater doing awesome sweater things. "This is going to be a hit at parties!"

... Mabel, the sort of parties that would get a kick out of kaleidoscopic colors were the sort of parties that you probably didn't belong at.

Bob opened his mouth to tell her that it wasn't just the words - it was also intent, a bit of magic on the scrolls, and the writing of them.

...but honestly, that was rather adorable.

"Take the scroll with you."

Oh, Bob. You had just totally made Mabel's whole day.

"Really?" She bounced a little on her toes, and then gave him a thumbs-up. "Thanks! I know I can't pin one on you, but you've totally earned yourself a sticker!"

... So, yeah, don't ask where Mabel produced it from, but she was absolutely pulling out a large hoagie-shaped puffy sticker with 'There's no SUBstitute for you!' written across the length of the bun in pink glittery letters.

That was going to get stuck to the teacher's desk, now.

That was the school's desk, not Bob's, but that was fine. It meant he didn't have to find someone to clean it off!

"Thank you. I think."

"Don't mention it!"

... No, really, Bob. Don't. Mabel could get in trouble for that or something.

"Oh, I won't. Never fear."

Well, maybe to Harry? ...On second thought, no.

He's here!

Once he pings in!

Anders was there, occasionally grinning over at the spot where his moon was. If you pointed out it wasn't much of a moon, he'd ask how many celestial bodies you had made appear lately.

Okay, so paleography was better in concept than execution. Thanks for sticking with me, guys!

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