Professor Lilac Brockert
April 13, 2012 10:15 PM
My bubbles! by Professor Lilac Brockert
Time passed. Class was supposed to have started by now. Where was the professor? She had not yet arrived to the early morning class. About seven minutes after the scheduled time, Lilac burst through the doorway. Her grey eyes scanned the first and second years remorsefully as she shut the door behind her. “Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen,” she apologized. “I had some trouble waking up this morning.” She couldn’t wait until she got passed this morning sickness thing, especially since her silly bundle of joy seemed to think “morning” meant “three AM”.It was the first Transfiguration lesson of the year for the first and second years, and that meant three-fourths of the former hadn’t been acquainted with her yet (the one-fourth being the Teppenpaws, as them she had met). What a terrible first impression; she couldn’t remember ever being late before, and this was her fifth term teaching! “For those of you who know me,” smiled the brunette, “hello again. For those who don’t, welcome to Transfiguration! I’m Professor Lilac Brockert.”
A muttered “Orchideous” aided her as, with the flip of her wrist, yellow flowers sprouted from the tip of her wand. “Transfiguration is often referred to as the most difficult branch of magic, but don’t fret. I’m more than willing to assist you as we go.” The thirty year old removed the flowers from her wand and handed them to a first year sitting in the front row. “Here, have a bouquet.”
“Now,” she grinned, “Unless you’ve all gone wild and destroyed them, there should be a bottle on your desks.” They varied between pastel colors, but the size was generally the same, each containing about eight ounces of a mysterious liquid. A larger one in pastel orange—her private stash—sat on her desk, and she grabbed it, unscrewed the lid, and dug two fingers in the thin lip of the bottle. She retrieved the plastic rod with a ring on the end and blew through that ring. Bubbles lazily rolled through the air.
The professor smiled. “Now, watch closely, because this is the lesson.” She raised the tip of her wand so it was nearly touching one of the larger bubbles.” Igni Sintra.” She jabbed forward into the bubble delicately, but it did not pop. Instead, the inside of the bubble was transfigured to fire. Lilac touched the bubble with her palm. “The inside air of the bubble has been turned to fire.” It bounced from hand to hand. “If you’re cautious, you can touch it. It might be a bit warm, but you won’t be burned. Use your palm. If it hits something pointier like your fingertips, it may pop.”
As she spoke this whole time, notes appeared on the board behind her. Igni Sintra—turns the air in a bubble into fire. To cast, jab want gently into the bubble when incanting. Can be touched gently. May pop off sharp objects. When bubble pops, fire goes out. She didn’t verbally state the last part, but they would find it on their own when they wrote down their notes. “Go ahead and get your little fire bubbles going, and once you and your partner have both produced one, feel free to pass them back and forth or just blow bubbles.” She stirred the bubble rod in the bottle, pulled it out, and blew another bubble. “You know where to find me if you need me.” She’d be at her desk, playing with her own bubble mix as she watched diligently from afar.
OOC: Welcome and welcome back! Let’s see some nice creative posts, two hundred words minimum, don’t godmod for others, all of that good stuff. If you need Lilac, feel free to tag, and a reply will come up as soon as possible. On that note, happy posting!
Subthreads: How . . . strange by Thad Pierce, Aladren with Cepheus Princeton, Clara Abernathy
All the tiny Bubbles by Gareth Whitebriar - Crotalus with Aria Yale, Teppenpaw, Gareth
... by Angel Shield - Teppenpaw with Solomon Bensalem, Crotalus, Angel
Bubbles, bubbles galore! by Waverly Canterbury - Pecari with Aubrielle Thornton, Teppenpaw, Waverly , Brielle
Really? More fire? by Sairahiniel Light, Pecari with Arabella Brockert, Pecari, Sayre Light
...Are not working very well by Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw with Evan Brockert, Aladren, Lucille
Bubble, Bubble, Bubble, POP! by Meggie Brownbriar (Teppenpaw)
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My bubbles!
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Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw
April 30, 2012 10:41 PM
...Are not working very well by Lucille Carey, Teppenpaw
If there was a class using wands that Lucille was really afraid of, it was Transfiguration. Not only was it the subject with some of the horrific consequences for the smallest mistake, but at Sonora, it was taught by a proper pureblood.Well…sort of, anyway.
Professor Brockert was one of the teachers Lucille had heard about from her cousins, and though neither of them seemed to really have a problem with her, Lucille just couldn’t get past the incongruity of a married woman from a family, whose husband was also from a family, having a job. Aside from a few tutors, the only working woman Lucille had ever heard of was her branch’s acting matriarch, who was a strange case, and supposed to be not able to get married anyway. In spite of all this, though, Professor Brockert was indisputably a Brockert, and that meant she could tell someone at home, or someone who could pass it along to someone at home, if Lucille was in any way improper in this classroom, if not in the whole school. That was enough to make the woman intimidating.
She took a seat at the front of the room and waited. And waited. She checked her schedule nervously and saw others doing the same thing, but it looked right and no one else got up to leave, so she stayed where she was, beginning to bite her bottom lip.
When the professor came in with an explanation, Lucille found her eyebrows were drifting up a little. She had trouble getting up? Lucille could not imagine anyone in her world being allowed to be late for that reason. Her mother would become furious at the merest suggestion of it. Was this how the Brockerts managed their girls, then? Was this a regular thing? She didn’t know.
She did, though, smile when suddenly, there were flowers. This was a positive example of Transfiguration, for her, since she loved flowers. Mother wouldn’t let her do anything in the gardens around the house, that was for the house-elves to do so that all the grounds would be perfectly pretty for any company they might somehow have, but Lucille still liked to look at them, and sometimes, Mother would let her arrange some in a vase, just to amuse herself until the elves took them away and did it properly.
As the lesson was explained, Lucille picked up the translucent light green bottle on her desk, her eyes never leaving the professor as she tried to remember exactly what the woman had done when she made the bubbles appear, but it didn’t do any good. No sooner than a bubble formed, it fell, something cool falling down on her hands as it failed to hold together. She tried twice more, but couldn’t keep a bubble in the air long enough to pick up her wand.
Lucille could feel her face burning. She was sure everyone was looking at her and mentally snickering about this. They didn’t even see her failing at magic, they saw her not being able to do the thing she had to do before she could do the magic!
So she smiled. “These silly things,” she said. “I can’t imagine why it’s not working right.”
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...Are not working very well
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Evan Brockert, Aladren
May 20, 2012 1:16 AM
Want some help? by Evan Brockert, Aladren
For Evan, Transfiguration ability was practically genetic. It was a subject that pretty much everyone in his family excelled at. His cousin Marshall was even a prodigy at it,which was a very good thing given all the stuff Evan's cousin had been through. The Aladren himself wasn't quite that good but he wasn't bad either. In fact, there was no subject that Evan was truly bad at though nothing he was anything special in either. That didn't really matter to him though, he had his artwork which did. He loved being able to creatively express himself, which was hard to do in pureblood society.He gave the professor a big smile as she walked in late. She was, after all, family, albeit distant. Still, Evan wanted to be as welcoming as possible. He knew other students regarded Professor Brockert as a bit odd, but that never bothered the second year. There weren't all that many people he didn't like. Oh, it wasn't as if Evan was incapable of hatred, it was just that he'd so far been extremely lucky in the people that he'd met.
Besides, if the rumors were true, Evan was going to be a distant cousin again, and maybe that was why the professor was late for class. Maybe her baby could play with Kaylie's. After all, the second year was going to be an uncle a lot sooner than he would a cousin. Not that Evan wasn't already an uncle but he'd never actually met Arianna.It wasn't safe for them to interact with Chelsea.
He wondered when it would be. From what the second year understood, Fallon and Aunt Dorothea were still very angry. Evan knew this was awful for his mother, not only to be estranged from Uncle Henri who was her brother and Fallon's father, but to not talk to her daughter and her first grandchild. He wished things would just get better, he knew what Chelsea did was bad-a lot of things she'd done were bad, but on the other hand, she was every bit the pureblood lady-but didn't them loving each other count for something? Besides, either way, it wasn't his mother's fault.
Actually, Evan worried quite a bit about his mother. She seemed sad now, crying every time they left for school. It made the second year feel guilty about leaving but he really did want to go back to Sonora. He had at least Thad as a friend, as well as hopefully Aria now. Besides, he wanted to learn magic. It was very important for wizards and witches to do so, regardless of their background.
He grinned even wider when he heard the lesson. Evan loved bubbles, had always loved playing with them as a child. His mother often did this spell to amuse them. It made the second year feel nostalgic. Maybe he should write to his mother after this class.
Evan started to blow a bubble, waiting for one to form and pulled out his wand. He'd no sooner touched it and said the spell than it popped, which didn't really give the spell much chance to work. It was only logical that when something touched a bubble, it would pop. Bubbles were fragile things. Evan had no idea how the professor had gotten hers to stay.
The girl next to him spoke and the Aladren looked over at her. "Yes, it's kind of difficult isn't it." He replied. "I mean, touching something so easily broken." He gave the girl a friendly smile. "I'm Evan Brockert, of the Colorado Brockerts." The second year introduced himself, remembering to bow, as he'd decided the spell would be easier to try standing up.
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Lucille
May 20, 2012 11:20 PM
Would you be so kind? by Lucille
It wasn’t until after she began to speak that Lucille noticed that the person sitting next to her wasn’t actually sitting next to her. As the boy – a second year, she thought; she hadn’t seen him in flying lessons – agreed with her, she tried not to wonder too much why he was standing up.When he introduced himself, though, she had to think about it. Unsure of what to do, she stood, forced herself not to glance at the professor, and curtsied. “It’s – it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, trying and, she was sure, not entirely succeeding at seeming unaffected by how they were standing up and being different from the rest of the room. “I am Lucille Carey, of the North Carolina Careys,” she added before sitting back down, hoping that she hadn’t just broken a rule. Professor Brockert didn’t seem to be coming after Evan for standing up, but his name was her name, too. If there was a Professor Carey, somehow, then Lucille wouldn’t necessarily expect special treatment, but she wouldn’t be surprised by it, either.
Thinking of that, though, did do one good thing: it replaced the wave of anxiety that usually came with mentioning her branch name and having to wonder if someone was going to recognize it and say something ugly about her father – and what she would do if they did. Or at least it postponed that anxiety, and made it seem a little less stomach-twisting than usual. She forced herself not to smooth her skirt, not to fidget. It would not do to make that kind of impression on a young man from society, and one who was related to someone who might or might not be watching her here. She had to be a lady, and a lady was always poised.
It never looks as bad as it feels, she reminded herself, going back, in her mind, through times when she was sure she must have looked terrible, but no one had seemed to notice that anything was wrong. She could pull it off. She always had. That thought had its own anxiety attached, since she was afraid that someday she wouldn’t live up to her own record, but it was comforting, too. She hadn’t majorly failed yet.
“Are these lessons always so difficult?” she asked, then remembered, again, that he was a Brockert and might not like it if it seemed she was criticizing his relation’s wife. She tried to think of a way to make hard lessons sound complimentary in her reply to his reply while she waited on his reply. Something about a challenge, like they said to Mal, there had to be something she could do with the idea of a challenge in that…Her mind was just refusing to think of it right now, but she might still have thirty seconds to fix that in. She could do it. She was a Carey and a lady; she had to be able to turn it all around into a compliment.
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Would you be so kind?
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Evan
May 23, 2012 8:57 PM
Certainly by Evan
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Carey." The second year replied, as that or some variation of it was the customary and expected response. "You may call me Evan." There weren't any other Mr. Brockerts in the school right now-unless one counted Seth-but the Aladren knew there were other Miss Careys, and not only did he prefer to be called by his first name, the whole having an identity beyond his family thing as that was only part of who he was, but Evan wanted to be able to differentiate Lucille from Theresa in his class. Referring to both of them, as well as Autumn's friend Jane, as Miss Carey would get confusing.He noted however, that Lucille seemed a bit nervous. Evan passed that off as possibly being about the spell though. The second year certainly didn't think of himself as the least bit intimidating. Chelsea and Nora were the intimidating Aladrens in his family. There was the possibility of someone being intimidated by the Brockert name, he supposed, but Lucille was a Carey herself and that put them on a similar social level. Furthermore, if the Teppenpaw had not been a pureblood of the same status, then she would not have heard of the Brockert family in the first place, therefore it was likely not that.
Lucille's next question led him to believe, however, that his thoughts about her anxiety being due to the class or perhaps this particular lesson. "Actually, I heard the lessons used to be worse." Evan admitted. There was nothing saying he had to defend a distant cousin's wife at least not on this level, nothing that said none of them could ever speak against another. Nina and Chelsea would never say a kind word about the other and there was a distant relative who nobody seemed to have anything nice to say about. Ditto Carrie O'Malley whom Evan wasn't quick to claim as a relative himself after Potions. Actually, he thought that distant relative might be her mother.
Anyway, the point was that Evan saying this about the professor's lesson wasn't a big deal. The Aladren went on "She actually used to have Beginners doing animal transfiguration." Which common sense told a person was too hard for a first year who'd likely never transfigured anything before-at least not purposely, there were quite a few members of Evan's family whose first bits of accidental magic were transfiguration-and especially those who'd never been exposed to magic at all. That was like throwing a person in the deep end of a swimming pool without teaching them to swim and not expecting them to drown. Only one person Evan knew of could probably have done it and that was Marshall.
He gave Lucille an encouraging smile, hoping to put her at ease. Just because the Aladren had a natural and genetic proclivity towards Transfiguration didn't mean it was that way for everyone. It was widely regarded as an extremely difficult branch of magic. Evan didn't want Lucille to feel uncomfortable because of it. "Would you like to do this together?" The second year asked. "One of us could blow the bubbles while the other uses their wand to do the fire part." Looking around the room, that's how others seemed to be performing the assignment.
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Lucille
May 24, 2012 7:22 PM
Thank you! by Lucille
“Of course,” Lucille said when Mr. Brockert said she could use his given name, and then felt her stomach twist again as it occurred to her that she couldn’t remember if it was proper to give a boy permission to use her name as well. Her brothers called her Lucille – half the time, actually, they called her Cilly – but they were, well, her brothers; they weren’t supposed to be proper with her, at least in private. She tried to remember anything she had ever been told about that as quickly as she could, and….…Could come up with nothing, except once hearing Arnold call his pale-haired friend, the Crotalus girl, ‘Miss Fae.’ She thought she had definitely heard the girl call Arnold just ‘Arnold,’ but her cousin still used a ‘Miss,’ if with what Lucille was fairly sure must be the other girl’s first name. The question was whether or not that was normal, or if it was just a quirk of Arnold’s, since he didn’t seem like much of a guide for what was proper behavior in a young gentleman most of the time. The strange thing was, to her, that so many people seemed to like him anyway, even though Mother had always insisted that being the slightest bit improper was the first step toward being despised and alone for all of your life.
But then, he was male, and the rules were looser for boys. Merlin only knew how many things Mal had gotten away with over the years that Lucille had been punished for. There could, apparently, be serious social consequences for boys who were too far out of line, too, but girls definitely had to worry more.
“I’m Lucille,” she said, before she could think about it anymore, justifying it to herself since Theresa was in this class. Merlin knew she did not want to be mixed up with Theresa. She didn’t know how Theresa might take that, since she often, to Lucille, seemed sharp-tempered – another thing Mother would never have let Lucille get away with, but then, Theresa’s mother did not seem to look after her children very well, and the South Carolina Careys did not have such a terrible scandal to overcome as the North Carolina Careys did. Her cousins, male and female much more alike than they were at home, anyway, could all get away with more than she did because they had less to prove. Less to make up for. Less to keep hidden from everyone around them, forever, no matter what the cost of doing that was.
“Oh, my,” she said faintly, distracted from her frantic attempts to think of a way to twist saying something vaguely negative about a Brockert into a compliment by the revelation that the lessons used to be even harder. Lucille didn’t know enough about Transfiguration or animals to be completely sure about the example he was giving her, but she took the tone to mean that it really was very hard. “I suppose we should be glad, then. Though I suppose it’s good to be challenged sometimes, isn’t it? That’s what my brother’s tutors always say about it.” Mal, of course, had never agreed – her brother was not very disciplined, sometimes, Lucille thought – but she didn’t see what good could come from mentioning that.
She wasn’t sure that Evan’s solution for the problem of how to make the bubbles and the spells both work was going to work, since the bubbles would still be flimsy and she would still have trouble making them, but she knew she had a duty to get more acquainted with other people from society, and while part of her was nervous about making a fool of herself in front of someone else directly, it did sound nice to have someone to help, or at least commiserate with. No one at Sonora had been unpleasant to her yet; that was the important thing to remember. “All right,” she said with a practiced smile. “May – may I try the spell first?” Since that was something she didn’t know for sure that she was very likely to fail at yet, it seemed like as good of a place to begin as any.
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Thank you!
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Evan
May 27, 2012 3:16 AM
You're welcome. by Evan
He smiled pleasantly at Lucille, hoping she felt more comfortable now, though Evan didn't know if he'd actually done anything to make it so. The Aladren tended to be fairly calm himself, but he knew plenty of anxious people. Adam was uncomfortable in social situations especially and Autumn definitely had some issues with it-among other things, apparently-as did Evan's brother-in-law, Ian. Plus, his mother was really nervous and overprotective when it came to the safety of her children.However, the second year didn't especially want people to feel that way. It seemed to lead to problems for them that Evan didn't want them to suffer for. His brother seemed so... bitter now and Autumn had even been hospitalized. Not that that was for anxiety but she was definitely an anxious person overall.
Still, hopefully, Lucille was starting to relax some. She seemed to be slightly more at ease and that was good. Maybe the fact that Evan had allowed her to use his first name made her more comfortable with him. Honestly, he didn't know who had started this protocol for calling each other 'Miss' and 'Mr.' So and So. The Aladren would have hated to be in a situation where he was talking to two people with the same last name of the same gender and have them not know which he was talking to. Evan supposed that fact might have had something to do with why Adam was not Clifford the Fourth or James the Second or something. Though there had been a Clifford the Second, his father's older brother who had died in an accident at age fifteen, making Evan's father the family's heir.
Lucille seemed quite different from the other Miss Carey in their class too, Evan noted. Then again, he didn't really think he was that much like most of his siblings. He was calmer than Adam and, well, nicer than Chelsea for example. The Aladren doubted that he was much like Arabella either. His immediate relatives pretty said that there was nobody like Evan. He didn't entirely think that was really an insult, at least he hadn't taken it as such. Technically, no two people were ever exactly alike, even identical twins-though off the top of his head, Evan could only think of two sets of identical twins, a pair of distant cousins and a pair that had gone to school with his brother that Adam really hadn't said that much about though at one point the second year had heard something about Great-Grandfather wanting to betroth the Crotalus alum to one of them, before Adam started dating Serenity and Adam seemed to strongly prefer one over the other because she was nice and her sister was like Chelsea. Which, Evan supposed, meant they were very different from each other. Chelsea was his sister and he loved her, but she certainly wasn't nice .
As for Arabella, the second year was a bit surprised that nobody had ever asked him if they were twins, even though they were likely very different. Just because they were in the same year and had the same last name. Evan turned back to Lucille. "Of course." He replied. "I was thinking that if one of us blew the bubbles, the other could keep their wand up in order to jab it and perform the spell. If you want to do the spell first, then I have no problem blowing the bubble. Maybe we can even sit down." He'd actually only been standing up so the desk wouldn't have been in his way when he tried to draw his wand. If they were going to take turns, Evan could see no reason to remain standing and once again took his seat.
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Lucille
May 28, 2012 12:34 AM
So...shall we, then? by Lucille
The idea of them both being seated again – of not drawing unnecessary attention over here, in other words, even if Professor Brockert did see a Brockert before she saw some Carey girl not doing what it was proper to do in a classroom – was enough to bring another smile to Lucille’s face. She knew it wasn’t exactly what her mother would like for her to do, but she also knew that the best way for her to avoid gaining a bad reputation was to just not draw attention to herself in any way, not to even try to draw it to herself in a good way more than she could help just by doing her work correctly; if she tried to be anything more than another anonymous student, she might do it wrong, and then she might end up like…most of her close family, actually, which was nothing like a good thing.She wondered, for one fleeting moment, who the staff thought she was. She didn’t look like a Carey girl – none of the North Carolina branch did. For some reason, where the rest of the family was usually very dark, enough that Arthur and Theresa both had hair and eyes she thought were closer to black than brown, the North Carolina branch all had dark blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, and though her grandmother’s side of it was as dark-haired as the rest of the family, the Georgia Careys were strange, too – Morgaine’s darker complexion could have been passed over as not breaking type if not for her unusual light eyes, but her former sister and their brother made her seem like she fit in again, with Gwenhwyfar having even lighter coloring than Mal and Edmond having, of all things, red hair, which Lucille didn’t think she’d ever seen on anyone else born a Carey.
Being a North Carolina Carey had never been prestigious, and it had only gotten worse since her father had first acknowledged his child with a Muggle – though they were supposed to just say that Amber had been illegitimate, and make it seem like her mother had been some sort of basically pure but unimportant person – and then died…the way he’d died, but Lucille thought she would rather that anyone who remembered them notice that her coloring was closer to Amber’s than to think she looked like Gwenhwyfar, or was from the Georgia branch. Her former foster-sister had been very beautiful, where Lucille knew she was not, but she would also rather be plain than first kidnapped and then, if she had put together what her mother was really saying when she made comments about the matter correctly, killed because she was too broken for the family to help her and they couldn’t let her walk around still in that state.
“I think that’s a good idea,” she said, trying not to think like that. She wasn’t going to end up like that. “If I may say so.”
Doubts about whether it was came back, though, as she took out her wand looked at it. She pushed them down. She was a Carey, and whatever kind of Carey she was came in second to that when it came to magic. Her family was powerful because they had magical skill; without that, they would have been trampled on by some other family who wanted all the other things they had many years ago, even before they moved to multiple states. There were some Careys who were…flawed in other ways, ways that meant they could not be kept, but no one had ever been inadequate when it came to magic. Not once, anywhere, in the histories of the family she had been taught had anything like that been mentioned. They were Careys; they were strong. Even the other kind of flaws were not, she truly believed, common; she had been born into the midst of troubles, but the family went back so far that there hadn’t been a country here when they arrived. One little rough patch didn’t mean anything.
“Ready?” she asked Evan, smiling again. She could do it. Everyone else could, and they weren’t even – mostly, she amended, glancing at Jay and the two second years – Careys. It was going to be fine.
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So...shall we, then?
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Evan
May 30, 2012 7:46 PM
Of course by Evan
Lucille smiled and Evan was glad. He generally didn't want people to be unhappy-he supposed if he weren't an Aladren, he might have been a Teppenpaw. Which would have been all right, they all were very nice people, though he didn't know the ones in his own year well, though Angel seemed even stranger than people thought Evan was. Still, Hope and Aria were nice. So was Kaylie. He supposed it went with the territory though. Just like how Aladrens were smart. He and Nora and Chelsea all were, but then so was Adam and he'd been a Crotalus. Same with Autumn.Of course, just because Aladrens were smart, didn't mean others weren't. It's just that Aladrens were. They were more focused on schoolwork than others, usually. Evan didn't know anyone more focused on studying than Autumn though. Last year she'd been so obsessed with CATS. Possibly to the point she'd put that ahead of eating, but Evan didn't think so. He didn't really understand her problem but he knew it was serious.
Still, he was glad that Lucille seemed more comfortable, even possibly happy. "Why, thanks." Evan replied. The Aladren was sort of an ideas person. Though his were usually more about using items in creative and different ways. He did have a tendency to see things uniquely. In a way, Evan was kind of proud of that, but he generally didn't like to brag. Bragging was kind of obnoxious and he rather wanted to be well liked though it wouldn't crush him too much if people didn't like him. Still, Evan would rather be not accepted for being eccentric than being completely rude to others.
Besides, it wouldn't for a Brockert to be obnoxious,especially towards other purebloods, which most of the school was. It didn't reflect well on the family as a whole. Chelsea could be, but she was just fortunate to have been in a year group with people like herself. His own wasn't like that. Evan couldn't think of any second year from a Family that was. Maybe Cepheus a little but to the Aladren, even he really didn't seem too bad.
Evan nodded. "Ready." He took the bubble wand and began to blow, happy to see that it had least worked. Hopefully Lucille would get to try the spell before it broke. Bubbles were really fragile things when one thought about it.
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