Wizarding Realm -> Howling at the Moon
Staff
House points
Gryffindor
0523
Hufflepuff
0494
Ravenclaw
0259
Slytherin
0305
Head Students
Prefects
of the months

 
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 Howling at the Moon, Josh/Lyx
Eudora Spitznogle
 Posted: Jun 24 2017, 03:34 PM
Quote

"Guess who's back in the house heels click-clackin' about"

AGE:
80
YEAR:
Potions Master
HOUSE:
Slytherin HoH
CLASH:
Headmistress
HEIGHT:
5'8"
STATUS:
Muggle-Born
POSTS:
166
Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

Eudora Spitznogle
© Bubble // He/Him
Awards: 26



    It was late when Eudora finally returned to her classroom from the greenhouses, in one hand she held a basket full of icy blue flowering plants better known as aconite. In the other her wand was illuminated brightly (something she had been accosted for by a painting on the way down.) Inside the damp dungeon classroom the large teaching cauldron at the front of the room was already prepared for brewing, the torches around it lit to illuminate the room well enough to see. Brushing off the cold of the chilly night air, she closed the door behind her with a kick of her heel and hurried forward to the cauldron.

    She shoved the basket onto her desk where a wide assortment of other ingredients had been arranged carefully and put out the light at the end of her wand. Tonight, Eudora would be brewing the highly complicated wolfsbane potion. The stores in the infirmary were running low and she had received a request a few days before for a fresh batch, but her hands were completely tied until the new moon when she could harvest the aconite needed for the potion.

    Eudora flicked her wand at the cauldron and a roaring fire burst forth, casting long shadows from the table legs of the student work stations. She waved her wand again and the cauldron began to fill with a base potion to begin the brewing. While she waited for it to reach the appropriate temperature, Eudora turned to the tall spindly lectern near the cauldron and began to thumb through an ancient book of potions until she came to the appropriate page. On one side an embellished picture of a werewolf and full moon behind it, on the other, the very dangerous formula she would need to follow carefully to brew the potion.

    As the base potion came to a rolling boil she waved her wand and the flames dissipated, leaving the cauldron to simmer while she turned to collect her first ingredients. Typically only one sprig of aconite would be used, but given that she was making such a large batch she carefully tossed in 6 sprigs of the bright blue flower. The potion hissed and frothed as it accepted the poisonous plant causing the potion itself to turn a smoky grey. Next she turned and took a large jar of powdered silver flakes and began measuring them into the liquid below, shifting it to a bright, almost luminous grey. She waved her wand and the intensity of the flame increased so that the potion began to bubble furiously.

    "One... three... four... five... six... seven... eight," she counted as she stirred clockwise, watching as the potion began to shift to a pale blue with each rotation of the massive wooden ladle. As she turned back to glance at the potions book to match the shade, she felt a shiver run down her spine and froze.

    "I know you're there," she said, seemingly to no one, before turning back to her table of ingredient to prepare the sprigs of dittany that would be added next, "you can come out."

Robes
@Joshua Brennan

--------------------
user posted imageuser posted image

SLYTHERIN
{ Head of House }
PM
^
Joshua Brennan
 Posted: Jul 26 2017, 11:23 PM
Quote

"the saints can't help me now"

AGE:
18
YEAR:
Ghost
HOUSE:
Gryffindor
CLASH:
Ghost
HEIGHT:
6'5
STATUS:
Taken
POSTS:
170
Rep: 5 pts [ + | - ]

Joshua Brennan
© Lyx // they/them
Awards: 11



​Joshua hadn’t realized just how much he took for granted when he was still alive. Hogwarts had been home to him, and even with heightened human senses -or muted wolfish ones-, he’d known that it was constantly bustling. He just hadn’t realized until he died how much was constantly happening.

It didn’t appear that there was any rhyme or reason to the staircases. The house elves were particularly active when they knew that children wouldn't be in places, and were more than friendly with the ghosts. Poltergeists were another story, as it seemed that none of them were too particularly fond of Peeves. Things with Mariposa were rough. There were some days that it seemed like she couldn’t believe that he was with her still, a euphoric sort of disbelief. Other days, she couldn’t look at him without breaking into pained wailing, and he was starting to become sure that the Bean Sidhe in his dreams had been Mariposa screaming.

Sometimes, he followed the professors. While he was still learning to control his invisibility, and following his former teachers was probably still a relatively sketchy thing to do. Some of them actually shooed him away, which he respected. Some sat and had conversations with him, like Professor Geist. Professor Spitznogle was… different. She always had been, the type that swam against the tide almost for the sport of it. He had been quite fond of her in life, the woman who had taught him so much about potions and, subsequently, how to care for his pack and keep them safe and sane.

He was a sentimental young man, and so he wouldn’t lie about it: part of him dearly loved the frizzy haired woman for everything that she chose to be and do for those around her. In death, this lingering familial feeling followed after him the way that he floated after her. Her arms were laden with the flowers that had been his undoing, a spike of what could’ve resembled anxiety shooting through his ghostly frame. At the same time, he couldn’t stand to be afraid. He knew what she was doing. She was looking out for all of the werewolves in the school and doing it well.

He lingered in the shadows, still invisible as she began to do her work, methodical and dutiful. This was her art, and she moved like a practiced artist. She could feel his eyes, though, and as he stepped from the shadows, he let himself become visible once more. No point in hiding still when she was aware he was there.

“Good evening, Professor.”

@Eudora Spitznogle

--------------------
user posted image
user posted image
marixjosh button by cat!
PM
^
Eudora Spitznogle
 Posted: Aug 22 2017, 04:14 PM
Quote

"Guess who's back in the house heels click-clackin' about"

AGE:
80
YEAR:
Potions Master
HOUSE:
Slytherin HoH
CLASH:
Headmistress
HEIGHT:
5'8"
STATUS:
Muggle-Born
POSTS:
166
Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

Eudora Spitznogle
© Bubble // He/Him
Awards: 26



    "Hello Mr Brennan," she smiled the way once did when greeting an old friend, but there was a horrible black pit in her stomach that made her wand to throw up. Her old bare hands, covered in wrinkles in spots from the years of teaching and toiling over cauldrons looked ghostly in the moonlight as they bundled together a few sprigs of dittany. She pressed it close to her nose and inhaled deeply as she turned back to the pot. It smelled like earth, and healing.

    Into the pot it went and a puff of green smoke rose before her, between the aging professor and ageless student. She was still smiling now, but her eyebrows were furrowed now. "I don't believe we have an appointment today, Mr. Brennan," she mused, as if humor would make it better. She always tried humor first when awkward feelings were in the air or difficult conversations were coming. She watched the sprigs of dittany float apart, continuing to put off a faint green smoke until every one of the sank beneath the concoctions confusing stone gray surface.

    The elder witch returned her gaze to her own withered hands now, contemplating when she'd gotten each wrinkly. Were the ones around her thumb from the stirring of brews or the uncorking of bottles. Were the knuckles so deep from constantly clenching her fist in frustration or excitement at the potential failures or successes of her hundreds and thousands of students. There was only one scar she was certain up, on her left hand. A particularly pink scar that looked like it came from a gash.

    "Well, how have you been," she tore herself away and gathered herself. "I see you in the corridors from time to time, have you managed to get on with anyone yet? A lie, she had never seen him in the corridors. She frequently avoided ghost 'hang outs' for fear of running into him. There was a lot Eudora still had to process since her former students'... accident and she didn't want that happening by surprise.

    "Let's see, I've added the dittany, valerian root, what's next" stupidly she missed the fact she hadn't yet added the valerian root extract, but went on reading in the book, "ah yes, moonstone powder." She reached for the jar of sparkly white powder and prepared to pour some in.

@Joshua Brennan

--------------------
user posted imageuser posted image

SLYTHERIN
{ Head of House }
PM
^
Joshua Brennan
 Posted: Sep 29 2017, 03:23 PM
Quote

"the saints can't help me now"

AGE:
18
YEAR:
Ghost
HOUSE:
Gryffindor
CLASH:
Ghost
HEIGHT:
6'5
STATUS:
Taken
POSTS:
170
Rep: 5 pts [ + | - ]

Joshua Brennan
© Lyx // they/them
Awards: 11



Joshua hummed softly, smiling back. “Hello, Professor,” he replied, suddenly very aware of the way that his voice sounded, like the accidental hollowing of the wind. It was refreshing to see the fervor that she had not wavering, that the care and passion that she had for her craft weren’t waning. The smoke that left the cauldron as the dittany was consumed drifted between them, rising like a curtain to separate them as if there wasn’t already a veil between their worlds.

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes the way it always had when he was alive. It was nowhere close to reaching her eyes, the way he had seen so often as a student who had spent far too much time in her classroom. Eudora had been one of his favorite professors in life, after all. As if suddenly conscious of the visibility of his fatal wounds, he pulled ghostly sleeves down over his hands the way that he frequently did during life, the fabric well past his fingertips. “We don’t have an appointment, no,” he confirmed, though the humor did nothing to help the situation feel better.

In fact, it might have worsened it. After all, how did one cope with losing a student, especially when they died following an injury in your class? He didn’t suppose she knew, the ghost finding it more likely that if she lost students, it didn’t happen in her class, but outside it.

I see you in the corridors from time to time-

He bit his lip lightly. She hadn’t. Of all the people that had avoided the ghosts, she had been one of them. His cousins hadn’t even suspected that he would be trapped there, that he would choose this afterlife for himself, and though he hadn’t meant to, there he was, a former Gryffindor in all his glory. Eudora avoided the ghosts because she was afraid of seeing him. He didn’t have to be told to know, and he didn’t find it unfair. If there was one thing that he knew about Eudora Spitznogle beyond her love of off the wall high fashion, it was that she cared first and foremost for her students, and to lose one after a NEWT potions class had to weigh heavily on her old heart.

“Full moon is approaching, so I figured you would be brewing wolfsbane. Usually I would be here brewing too…” Joshua trailed off as, distracted and distressed, she reached for the moonstone powder. “You haven’t added the valerian, Professor,” he said hurriedly, reaching to stop her and then stopping himself in an aborted, jerky motion. His fingers would phase right through hers, and part of him was certain that if he tried to touch her, ghostly as he was, it would undo her entirely.

@Eudora Spitznogle

--------------------
user posted image
user posted image
marixjosh button by cat!
PM
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll


 


 



Infinity Rising Wolf Out jcink forum Last Resort Shadowplay Lochland Grove OOTA  photo hr_banneri2014_zpsclfhj2jt.png Avalon a Panfandom RP Kousei, an island paradise for the natural and supernatural awaits Code 8 The Beginning A Change of Heart Storybrooke War Is Brewing Forum Roleplay Site A BRILLIANT MAGIC Ascension Of Darkness DW


AUTUMN 2017
Welcome to Wizarding Realm! We are an alternate universe Harry Potter site set in the present day at Hogwarts. All of our lovely students are back from their summer terms refreshed and (hopefully) ready to buckle down for classes. Join us! :D Please Register using Proper Case!!
BE A LIGHT TO EACH OTHER ♥