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Post by PROFESSOR AVERY on Dec 20, 2011 21:53:06 GMT -5
Professor Avery sat in one of the desks in the front row of the class as she awaited for one very special student to make his way to the classroom. It wouldn't be long now before he showed hopefully. It was almost 7pm, their scheduled time to meet. If he didn't make it there before that time, she could quite easily give up hope on him. One thing that she didn't stand for was tardiness. Of course, this was granted he didn't have an excellent excuse if he ended up tardy.
She remained behind her desk with a smirk grin. She was simply anticipating what was about to happen, and the training she was about to give to her student. This was sure to be fun. She only hoped he'd be able to get through her lesson. She had a feeling that training this curse would be difficult for him. Many people had difficulty using the Cruciatus curse on a live subject.
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Post by MONROE MAGNUSSON on Dec 21, 2011 15:04:38 GMT -5
Monroe Magnusson was most certainly not worrying over his appearance. He was certainly not combing through his blonde locks with his fingers, fretting and forcing them to lay just so on his head. He was certainly not wearing his best robes, nor was he carefully checking to make sure they were perfectly smooth and wrinkle-free. And he was definitely not adding a dash of cologne before leaving to meet with a certain Professor Avery.
That would be strange and mildly obsessive, and Monroe would have none of the rumors that proclaimed his undying love for the woman.
The classroom was close, located in the deep recesses of the dungeons only a short walk from the Slytherin commons. It was a route he took often when sleep evaded him; his feet knew well the turns and corridors to take, and he let himself take comfort in the cool dankness of the familiar air. Torches lined the walls, only barely fighting back the pervasive darkness. Slipping his wand from the pocket of his robes, Monroe smiled and straightened his tie with his free hand.
He was there.
He entered the dungeon-turned-classroom right on time, grin only barely suppressed. "Good evening, Professor," he announced himself, striding with sure, prideful steps to her side. "I appreciate the opportunity you've given me to learn, ma'am. I won't let you down."
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Post by PROFESSOR AVERY on Dec 21, 2011 15:31:00 GMT -5
Professor Avery stood up as soon as she heard the boy walk in. She about faced and examined him momentarily. Good! He didn't look tired. This was great, as this would be a very long night for the two of them. Professor Avery whipped out her wand as well and held it firmly in her right hand. She was ready to get started, and the smirk on her face would evine her anticipation. She wasn't going to waste any time.
"We are going to get straight to business today. I suspect that you have done your review on the Cruciatus Curse, correct?" Professor Avery chuckled. Hopefully he had. If he knew, then this would make things much easier, as he would have already been thinking of how to use it.
"It requires that you manifest your anger... you have to want to cause pain in order to use the spell. Of course, the difficulty there is finding the drive even when you have nothing against the victim," Professor Avery explained to him. She crossed her arms, twiddling her wand between her right hand's fingers.
"Do you understand?... perhaps there's something that makes you angry? An experience? It will help you manifest your drive to use the curse. For me, it was witnessing the murder of my fiance and being able to do nothing about it," she further explained. This would quite possibly being his first time hearing about this, unless he kept up to date with the daily prophet a year or so ago.
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Post by MONROE MAGNUSSON on Dec 22, 2011 0:46:53 GMT -5
Of course he had studied the curse -- he nodded to let her know as much, almost offended that she had to ask. After the speech in the Great Hall, he'd all but run back to his room to rifle through his notes on the matter, reading up on the history and practice. It was typically used as a form of torture to gain information in combat situations, and was a common reason for imprisonment when used recklessly. As far as he remembered, Professor Avery herself had been on trial for the use of the curse, but he couldn't remember many details and couldn't bring himself to care. (It wasn't his place.)
She continued to explain the lesson at hand, briefly covering the necessity of ire to fuel the curse's power. He nodded at this, too, features blank as he let her words wash over him.
"Do you understand?... perhaps there's something that makes you angry? An experience? It will help you manifest your drive to use the curse. For me, it was witnessing the murder of my fiance and being able to do nothing about it."
He remained carefully emotionless about the mention of her loss, acknowledging her with a simple tilt of the head. (He felt sorry for her, of course, but suspected any open show of sympathy would be unappreciated.) This, he mused, had been what worried him most about the curse. He wasn't a particularly angry person; in fact, he tried very hard to keep serious emotions out of his life. Love and anger were both very dangerous things to hold in one's heart -- both lead to pain, and he usually wanted nothing to do with that.
But for Avery, for the purpose of learning the twists and turns of the Dark Arts, he would bare his soul. "I have been thinking about that, yes. Most literature I've read on the curse says something about managing the emotions. I worry that... I'm not sure I have anything quite so... potent to drive me. Is-" he paused, scowling as his mind raced. "Is rage necessary, or would something more like... resentment suffice? I mean," he said, voice faltering as he realized he would be forced to offer up personal ailments to his Professor, "I mean... the only thing that comes to mind, is, uh. My lack of- of friends. I don't trust my peers, and I dislike them for it. I'm jealous. Though... I worry that won't be enough. And I doubt the spell will work as nicely if I'm doing it 'just for fun'."
He shifted his weight, awkwardly, and fiddled with his wand. He wasn't used to sharing his feelings, let alone so readily. He hoped she wouldn't look down on him for it -- he truly did want to learn.
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Post by PROFESSOR AVERY on Dec 22, 2011 1:03:51 GMT -5
"No. That's not good enough. Not nearly good enough," Professor Avery hissed. If he thought that simply surface resentment would be enough to use the Cruciatus Curse at it's full potential, then he was horribly mistaken. He would need a much stronger drive than that. A much much stronger drive. She sighed. She couldn't really think of anything that might be able to help him if he had never had the correct experiences then that was that.
"Well then, I think we should just begin and see where we're starting from," Professor Avery then turned to the wall. She waved her wand, silently reciting the incantation of a spell to herself. The next moment, a brown-haired girl in Hufflepuff robes who looked to be no older than 12 years old was seen hanging against the wall by shackles. Professor Avery gestured toward the girl.
"Go ahead and try. And do not feel guilty about it. She has earned this through her actions throughout the course of the year. Normal detentions don't appear to rectify her behaviors," Professor Avery explained. She waited anxiously to see how effective his spell would be.
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