&&. princess.

HORNBEAM CORE - My own wand is made of hornbeam, and so it is with all due modesty that I state that hornbeam selects for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term ‘vision’), which will almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner’s style of magic, and will become so personalised, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorb their owner’s code of honour, whatever that might be, and will refuse to perform acts - whether for good or ill - that do not tally with their master’s principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand.

SURPRISINGLY SWISHY - A wand with this flexibility will either surprise its owner by being surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. It is usually great for charm work. Owners that are matched with wands of this flexibility are usually the type of people who have a hard time coming out of their shell or opening up, but once they do, others will find themselves drawn to their charming, fun-loving personalities. The owner usually adapts well to unexpected changes but may find it difficult to make hard decisions.

KNEAZLE WHISKER - This is a rarely used wand core and is not a very powerful core type. Kneazle wands are not especially prestigious, and are reputed to be flighty and disloyal. Not much is known about them, because not many wizards have been paired with this wand core. But when it is matched with the perfect wizard, it works wonders.

“that’s good practice, but i do believe years of experience have made negotiations with most of the professors rather hard, athena.” isaiah replied, eyebrow arched, “but if you need me to, i could have a word with them.”

“but who could resist me pouting until they give in?” she demonstrated for him, before dropping the look and laughing. she’s only kidding. sort of. “it’s only magical theory. and a bit of transfiguration and charms. and --- oh, it doesn’t really matter. if it’s enough to pass for next year, it’s good enough for me ! “

“Peachy. Peach-y. Me, you, a whole year of fucking around and you being the only person I like. You know I told-” He moved his face away as she poked at it, “Again with the touching, Athena.”

“What? No. ‘Course not. What would I do in any competition? Bloody useless is what I’d be.” Unless the challenge was to translate a passage from Greek or spout off the latest conspiracy theory. “Are you?”

“Alright, alright, that’s all you’re getting from me today. Better stop now before we get to the juicy stuff. Besides ice cream. Let’s go get ice cream.”

“Still haven’t made any real friends yet?” She tutted loudly, teasingly. “Keep it up and I’ll start to think that you’re doing it to let me keep my status as your only friend. You have to talk to people, Fletch, maybe be nice. Tall order, I know, but try. --- Sorry, sorry, I always forget!” Her hands raised in mock surrender; she’s always ready mentally reminding herself to go over boundary issues. Again.

“That is very true, and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."

The one instance that he did not sit his back to a wall as he usually did, she was successful, he jumped. His back stiffened, “Fucks sakes, Travers.” He looked around, scanning the area for anyone else, the cost was clear. “You know how I feel about being snuck up on.”

“You’ve missed me? What’s to miss?” She was likely the only one. “Whatever it is, you’ve got an entire year in my company. Lucky you.” An I missed you too swelled in his stomach, this was his friend, a title Fletcher never just handed out. He maybe had two or three people that he considered to be his friend, Athena was one of the. He casually moved his arm around the back of her chair. “Hypothetically, maybe I’ve missed you too. Maybe.”

A light roll of her eyes, a small mock-pout of her lips. “I was joking. Don’t be boring, Fletch.” But then Athena’s brightening up again, releasing a giggle that’s bell-like in the air. She’s a tactile person at heart, so she raises one of her hands to poke him in the cheek. “Your sunny personality, of course. Can’t a girl miss one of her oldest friends without having to have a good reason? I see you, like, once every few months. Now I’ve got this whole year to bug you. Isn’t that great? --- Unless you’re entering the Tournament and get chosen. Are you? Entering, that is.”

“You never accept a first offer. These grades are a jumping point to start negotiations.”

“But where’s your gentlemen?”

“Miss seeing me in person?” She purposely timed herself to scare him --- or attempt to, anyway. Popping up behind Fletcher was kinda the point, grabbing one of his shoulders, before sliding herself into the seat next to him and leaving one arm up to lean against him. “You’ve been completely deprived of my company, aside from owls and Floo-ing. Isn’t this great? I’ve definitely missed you.”

“You’re the centre of attention, you control the atmosphere.”

“It’s nice to see that humans never change.”

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.”