Username: KingKaigy
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[ Arashi: Japanese; Storm | Beau: French; The masculine variation of Belle, meaning beautiful ]
Gender: Non-Binary | Pronouns: They/Them | House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Cypress wood with a Dragon heartstring core, 13 ¾ “, unyielding flexibility. | Patronus: Field Mouse
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Perditos Invenire
"find the lost"
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[ Arashi: Japanese; Storm | Beau: French; The masculine variation of Belle, meaning beautiful ]
Gender: Non-Binary | Pronouns: They/Them | House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Cypress wood with a Dragon heartstring core, 13 ¾ “, unyielding flexibility. | Patronus: Field Mouse
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Perditos Invenire
"find the lost"
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Arashi was proud, presentable, calm and a born leader. They often held their ground, a glint in their eyes as they prepared for a duel. Wand made of dragon heartstrings, you could see the power in their stance. Head lifted high as they never dared to look behind them. The past was the past, after all, one they could but would not change.
The Arashi presented was one they had perfected. They had mastered the art of looking respectable. The art of being on time. The art of multitasking. Or so people would assume. Those who don’t know them personally would be shocked and scandalized at the disorganization that was hidden behind closed doors. Essays and sketches sprawled across the floors, books piled high and clothes piled higher.
Face nestled into their scarf as they mumble and mutter under their breath, flinging loose papers over their shoulder as they discard one idea after the other, remaining seated at their desk, looking over the grounds below them, the sun drifting in and illuminating the otherwise dark room. Head lifting slowly as a stray discarded paper lights a new path, no longer rubbish in the eyes of its creator as ideas flood like waves through their mind, subtle changes to the design that would push the concept into new heights. Head turning to look around they only now realise the mistake of their ways.
The screeching of the chair against the floor as they push away from the desk Arashi drops his quill and huffs. Planes, balls, boxes and fortune tellers with the occasional loose leaf of paper. They would do anything to avoid boredom. Starting at the ones furthest away they unfold paper after paper, carefully checking each one with a disgruntled sigh or huff. An irritable flick of their tail sends papers flying. Drifting slowly through the air to land once more.
Eyes narrowing, Arashi looked at their room, the floors, the furniture, covered in papers, one would need hours to find a specific piece. Nestling their face once more into the comfort of their scarf, their shoulders hunched up closer to their face before making their way slowly over to their desk, glancing at the books, quills and pencils before finally spotting their wand among the mess.
“Cypress wood with a Dragon heartstring core, 13 ¾ “, unyielding flexibility.” They remembered it like it was yesterday, their first time within Ollivander’s, their wand choosing them and it hadn’t let him down since.
Eyes closing, they visualised the drawing itself, the soft construction lines of a 2H pencil, the sharp and precise details that followed afterwards with a 6B. The shape of the pillars forming slowly within their mind, followed by the intricate detailing and shading that had brought the image to life in the first place. The paper, scrunched and folded, lines running through the previously untainted page, torn just a little at the edges, smudges of pencil and spots of ink bringing the paper to reality.
Lifting their wand slowly, repeating the steps they had drilled into their mind. 45 degrees, diagonal up to the right, 45 degrees down to the right, a swish of a semi-circle to the top before drawing the wand down in a sharp line, dissecting the almost triangle to create an arrow-like shape, the words drift from their mouth effortlessly with the swift movements.
“Perditos Invenire”
A soft glow forms from the end of their wand, the light a cool blue but changing instantly to a warm orange as they move the wand around the room, following the colour as it grows warmer and brighter with each step. Looking to the pile of books in front of them the glow dissipates as if it were never there.
A loose piece of paper poking out from the pages of a book, carefully pulling out the sketch Arashi lets out a gentle sigh, relief washing over their body as their hunched shoulders settle and eyes relax. Walking back over to their desk, the sketch settled right next to their book… They breathe in deeply, ready to lose themselves in their work once again.
2H pencil at the ready to make their ideas come to life once more.
(Story - 702 words | additional info - 25 words | 1 image extra)
Winner can keep the art! I made the image non specific for exactly that~
