[cherrydoge]

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name meaning; Latinized form of a Celtic name (or title) that possibly meant either "king, prince" or "raven."
username; cherrydoge



mens confractus - means 'mind break'

─────────── Analysis ───────────
“The mind is a fickle thing. One can convince someone that they committed a crime they weren’t even apart of, make people see things that aren’t there, make people associate the ring of a bell with hunger.
There are many things you can do to manipulate the mind of others. A placebo; if you convince someone that there will be a certain outcome, such as giving them a sugar pill and telling them it will alleviate their headache. Their brain will become convinced that the sugar pill they just ate, which has zero true effect on them, will help their pain. Eventually, their headache is gone.
This is what my spell, mens confractus, does. No one knows the true effect of the spell, they never will. Kalon’s have gone practically insane trying to figure out what the actual outcome of the spell is. Their brains frazzled, thinking up the worst. When in reality, all I have done is cast a light at them and say the incantation. ‘What does it do?’ they ask. ‘Even I do not know’ I always reply. Some fall ill, some get an excruciating migraine, others simply stress themselves to the point of a panic attack. All because their mind convinces itself ‘Yes, this is what happens.’ It's based purely on one's imagination.” -Brennus Atkinson’s diary, November 3rd.

─────────── Creation ───────────
Brennus’ hand shook as he flipped the pages of the psychology book that sat in his lap. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to have a muggle book in the common room, and he wasn’t going to find out. His nerves on edge, he knew what he was doing was making something apart of the dark arts, something he’s been told is very bad, that one should never meddle in it.
But it was alright because it was just a hex, right? It’s not like it was a curse or something extremely bad. Just like the bat-bogey hex, yeah? He still had his doubts. Brennus just needed to find out one more thing, though. . .
Hearing footsteps, he hastily closed the book and shoved it under his pillow, interrupting the Lumos spell, and feigned sleep.

“You awake, Brennus?” came the voice of his friend Enrico.

“Mm, just about to fall asleep. What is it?” Brennus replied, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.

“Some friends and I were gonna play truth or dare, you wanna play?”

“Na-Nah, I’m fine. Tired.”

“Alright, sleep well.”

Once the footsteps subsided, Brennus resumed in his research for his spell. The intrusive thoughts came back. Should he be doing this? He was already so far along, though. . . You know what? He’s gonna finish this hex. It could prove useful in the future.

Keeping the placebo experiment in his mind, Brennus wracked his brain for an incantation and wand movement. How was he going to execute this? He needed to convince the, er, victim, that even he did not know what the outcome of the spell was. It would produce a light, signifying that a spell has been cast, but Brennus wasn’t even sure it would work on the victim. His wand has unicorn hair, and they’re the hardest to turn to the Dark Arts. Surely it’ll still work? Merlin, he hated the word ‘victim,’ but it was the best word he could come up with.
Stuffing the book back under his pillow, Brennus grabbed his wand, hesitating to go downstairs and use it on his friends. You never knew until you tried, right? Walking down the stairs, Brennus saw Enrico and his friends sitting in a circle.

Enrico glanced at him and smiled. “Oh, Brennus! I thought you were asleep. Have you decided to join us?”

Brennus blinked. “I have a spell I’d like to try on you.”

Enrico looked puzzled. “Erm, okay. . . What is it?”

“I don’t know.” Brennus paused, pulling his wand out of his pocket. “Mens confractus!”

A bright light shot from his wand, wrapping itself around Enrico before dissipating into nothingness. Some fellow students yelled out in surprise, and moved away from Enrico.
It was quiet for a moment, before Enrico opened his eyes again. “That wasn't so bad. It didn’t even do anything!” He laughed.

“Are you sure? Even I don’t know what it may do to you in awhile.”

“Yeah! I mean, come on man. Surely something would’ve come up.”

“I guess. Well, thanks for being my test subject.” Brennus laughed nervously, before quickly going upstairs to go to bed.
Seems like it didn’t produce any outcome after all.
The next day had arrived, Enrico was nowhere to be seen. Brennus asked around, but none answered. Whispers of what happened to him were spread all throughout Hogwarts. Yet, Brennus still did not know. At least, not until the nurse had told him Enrico had a panic attack and shook violently.

It seems it did work after all. Brennus thought to himself. He could almost feel his confidence and ego grow at the thought that a spell he made actually worked. Now that he knows it works… What was he going to use it for? He wasn’t going to use it willy nilly, perhaps on some bullies? Even he did not know yet.

─────────── Epilogue ───────────
Into adulthood, Brennus’ spell grew in popularity, some welcomed it to use it against their foes or bullies, others feared it and did not dare to use it. Many Kalons pleaded to tell them what it actually does, as it has many mixed outcomes. He tells them the same thing, as always, ‘Even I do not know.’
Brennus’ confidence grew in his ability to do magic, a once timid Kalon now bold and assertive in his decisions. Some say it’s because he decided to meddle in the Dark Arts, others say he just simply needed something to boost his self esteem. Some may even say it was a little bit of both. [1000/1000]

[ilhdc7]

username: ilhdc7
kalon name: Elida the little winged one
spell: patentibus open
what the spell does/how the kalon uses it: max 1000

she was barred in her own tombstone. the succulent feeling of death wafted through her nose, and her jaw locked in fear. she felt a tidal wave of emotions crash through her, immersing her in a soupy concoction of fear, anxiety, desperation, and loneliness. Elida felt the smallest drop of salt water fall down her face; a tear. she never cried, or she was told that she wasn't supposed to. But mafia children weren't raised to be pansies. flowers that fell over, and wilted when any sign of pain or hurt went through them.

she was trapped beneath walls of steel, putting the pressure of the world on her shoulder. All she wanted to do was escape. Escape from her life, her metaphorical coffin, and sleep in her golden silk sheets forever. Elida was a fragile flower, not meant to be grown among so many thorns. and when her parents told her that she was inheriting the business, she didn't have a safe place to be. She walked among thieves, murderers, assassins; fearless spies who had spent years under torture. But she was a gentle soul, one who nursed birds with broken wings back to health. She assisted in teaching hatch-lings that fell out of the nest on how to fly. She taught owls how to hunt in the dead of night. She had that connection, but what she didn't have was her own wings. Her own freedom. Her own ability to fly away. Her wings were clipped the day she was born. Her pride was beat down, her honor tested, but what they couldn't take from her, was her mind.

She put everything she had into studies, taking years and years of testing to create a liquid form of the room of requirement. She put toads into it, flies, ragwort, wheat. Most of her tries were fails. Most of her successes were inches. Most of her problems were trenches. She could never leap far enough, far enough to get her room of requirement. Yet one day, a slip of a hand did it. She accidentally grabbed the wrong vial. In fact, she had actually grabbed her bottle of coca cola. She was tired, and was just dumping things strangely into a pot.

She poured the liquid into the magic bracelet, one that was gifted to her by her great-aunt, and sparks were flying. The bracelet was moving, moving like a living object. It rattled and shook from side to side, Elida shielded her eyes from the brightness it was admitting, and crouched behind a cushioned chair. A small screeching noise came out of the jewelry, and suddenly, like a train blowing its whistle, it stopped. She reached forward, arm extended to the point where she couldn't go any farther, and touched the bracelet. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she fell forward, hitting her head against the chair she was stationed behind. Her limbs went stiff as a board, and her neck threw back, as if she had broken it.

The liquid inside the bracelet started to ooze forward, and build up in substance. it moved to wrap around her hand, and a thin barrier of the mucus formed around her body. The process was slow, like the cooking of turkey, but soon, Elida found herself awake on the ground. Her head hurt, and her body felt as if she had taken a dip in the pool. She slowly sat up, and looked for her hands as she was trying to grasp a towel. She couldn't seem to find her hands in her sight, though the feel of the rough towel was on her hands.

Elida shook her head and stood up, and saw that her entire body was gone. Her eyes widened with amazement, and her head spun to look at the room. She could see everything. Smell everything. She could even hear everything. She felt amazed and wanted to see peoples reactions at her body. She left the room, her hands swinging back and forth with a mission. Her head turning at the sight of people walking right through her, and like a ghost, shivering at the cold air the layer produced. She turned back to go into her lab, locking the door behind her. She didn't know how to get it off, but conjured an aqua spell, and doused herself in it. She was suddenly back to being able to see her body. She used a towel to close the locket, and then put a protective charm on it. The locket would only open when you would say the spell to open it. "Patentibus" She whispered, and the liquid poured out of it again,
encasing her in a layer of safety.

[sentimental]

marking to watch!
amazing kal omfgfdjg ;;

[steamplonk]

username:
kalon name: ochre beech
spell:
what the spell does/how the kalon uses it:

[foxxbreath]

Mark since I didn't get the huffle babe,,

[olive oil]

username: olive oil
kalon name: Evangeline Tillens
spell: sonitus creo/subsisto (roughly translated from latin, "create/stop noise")
what the spell does/how the kalon uses it:


"Sonitus Creo- a defensive spell for a true adventurer. The spell, when executed correctly, will emit a sharp ringing noise to any living thing within a certain radius. The true area of effect for this spell is unknown; however, it is believed to be somewhere between 30ft and 60ft. The sound will affect all within the affected area except for the caster. The closer the living creature gets to the caster, the noise will become louder. A misfire of this spell can result in the noise only affecting the caster, which, if not reversed properly (reversal being Sonitus Subsisto), can lead to an impairment in hearing and, at the extreme, deafness. The spell is used best when travelling alone."



[the handwriting resembles a messy cursive, but neat enough to be readable]
day 001
Hello, to whomever may read this. My name is Evangeline Tillens, and I am currently a sixth year at Hogwarts (my house being Ravenclaw). However, who I am is unimportant. Last night, I snuck off to the restricted section library, as I was unable to fall asleep. Fortunately, I was able to make it there and back without getting caught, snagging several books on the way. The books I grabbed were peculiar; they were towards the back and seem more like journals than proper novels or textbooks. It, however, is quite late; I will scan through them tonight and write about what I've read tomorrow.

day 002
The books don't seem to have much in them. The scrawl is hard to read, however there are few words I can make out. Through context, I can assume they are spells. Most written are recognizable, but there are a couple that are foreign to me. Here I will list the spells I can make out, even the ones that I've learned.
Conjunctivitis
Engorgio
Finite Incantatum
Lumos/Nox
Locomotor Mortis
Geminio
Sonitus Creo
Abeo Cultivate
Of the spells listed, only the bottom three are the ones I don't recognize. I may have to ask a few seventh years about them, just to be sure that they're in my curriculum for next year. It's always good to get a head start (if you have the time, of course). More updates tomorrow.

day 003
I talked to the seventh year prefects about these spells; they were able to identify a good portion of them, but none of them recognized "sonitus creo". Once I'm done with my classes for the day, I will try to head up to the Astronomy Tower to try out some of the spells. They all seem like charms, therefore the wand motions should be fairly simple.

The first spell I tried today was Locomotor Mortis. The spell didn't do anything, however, I already knew what the effect of it was. I didn't try Geminio, as there are stories about the spell going horribly wrong. Abeo Cultivate deemed successful, though I may need to find a way to reverse it. The spell made the object similar to a chameleon; in my case, a chair. The chair wasn't invisible, but changed colour to blend with the background. The last spell I attempted was Sonitus Creo. Because I was unsure of what the spell was supposed to do, I believe that something went horribly wrong. After I chanted the incantation and swished my wand, an obnoxious ringing noise began in my ears. I'm unsure if anyone else heard this, as I was alone, but it took me a long while to figure out how to reverse it. The ringing still echoes in my ears; if all goes well, I will be able to perfect the spell over the week.

day 006
I realize I have neglected this journal for a period of time. The day after I attempted Sonitus Creo for the first time, my hearing was considerably worse. However, I plan not to tell anyone until I can figure out the correct use of the spell. I have, in fact, tried it several times in between this entry and the last, and my results have been pitiful. The spell (from what I can assume) backfired a few more times, but I was able to stop it before any more damage was caused. Despite my mishaps, there were multiple times in which I feel nothing at all happened. The most that occurred was some owls around the tower kicked up a fuss and flew away. As soon as I figure out what is happening, I'll update the journal.

day 007
Earlier, during lunch, another student near me complained about a ringing noise they heard at around the time I was experimenting upstairs. From what he said, it was similar to the noise that impaired my hearing. For how far I've come with deciphering this spell, I can finally believe that this is what the spell is meant for.

day 026
It has been almost three weeks since I've written in this journal. Since I came to the conclusion on what its effect was, I have yet to use it. Last week I visited Madam Pomfrey about my ears, as my hearing did not seem to come back. She determined that I was, in fact, half deaf. Though when she asked how it happened, I told her I had no idea. I feel this entry will conclude my journal; I will leave it for whomever to find later.

[the handwriting in this entry is much neater than those prior]
day ???
Time has flown by since I last read what I wrote in this journal; I was so naive. Since my days at Hogwarts, I have used the spell often in my travels. I have chosen not to tell anyone about this, however, as I feel it could be used for more evil than good. Though I will still retain the information of this spell, I hope for no one else to learn it. And so, it will burn with my past.

"Incendio." Evangeline watches as the journal goes up in flames.
(999/1000)

extras: xxx by olive oil
xxx by olive oil

[Graceymc96]

MArk

[Rabbit]

username: tuna fish
kalon name:
spell: umbra animae; "shade of the soul"
what the spell does/how the kalon uses it:

[Mackiot]

oml mark <3 i too, am a ravenclaw : D, i do hope to make this my first Kalon<3

___________________________________
Username:

Mackiot

Kalon name:

Aspen Wood

Gender:

Female

Art:

Knowledge is Power--Flat(by Mackiot)
Lumos ------------------Flat(by Mackiot)

Aspens father was a muggle, who worked on a
nature preserve. She grew up in the outdoors
with a natural curiosity to learn. She was always
reading books about lizards and rodents and all
the wildlife of the forest. She would go out herping
with her father and name all the animals they
caught by their scientific name. Her father would
let her study them while he took notes and made
stats before letting it go on its way. She wanted to
grow up and work with her father. That was until
she got her letter to Hogwarts. It was then that her
mother admitted to being a witch and had left the
wizarding world behind after meeting her father.

Mostly being homeschooled by her parents Hogwarts
was a new experience to Aspen, meeting all of the
new children and leaning about her magical roots. She
much more enjoyed learning about potions and spells
over math and English. It was a long trip, but it was
definitely worth it. One of her favorite classes were the
transfiguration classes, she found the ideas the class
presented to be very intriguing and she did best in those
classes.

Aspen tends to be very spacey, and off in her own world,
like many Ravenclaws, she is seen as a bit odd at times.
She is often seen as random but her thoughts are all
in some way connected, just scrambled and ten steps
ahead of the rest of the conversation. She often
overthinks things.

Aspen would often experiment with magic on her own
time and forget about her studies. This was one factor
that lead her to begin the development of her spell.
___________________________________

___________________________________
Spell:

Venite reliqua
"let us rest" in Latin

What the spell does/how the kalon uses it:

Venite Relinqua was one of Aspens greatest
achievements as a Hogwarts student. The
idea Aspen had behind the spell when she first
started working on it was something she could
use to help with her anxiety and mental health
issues in general. Something that could help
her escape and take a break for a little while,
or even just help calm her down.

When she first came to Hogwarts she had an
idea about making her own little world she
could go to that no one else could, kind of like a
secret hideaway only she knew about, and this
idea helped define her idea of what she wanted
her spell to be like. What she had at that point
was an imaginary world she could enjoy all to
herself, and an added side effect of the spell
was that because it was all taking place in your
head was that almost no time went by back in
reality, the mind is a powerful thing.

Because time went by much slower under the
influence of the spell, it was a great way for
Aspen to do some last minuet studying that she
procrastinated- because lets be real, Ravenclaws
may be smart but they’re smart on their own
terms and tend to be terrible procrastinators
because they’re too busy learning other things
outside of class.

Aspen realized how much the spell helped her,
though by the time she developed it towards the
end of her fifth year and couldn’t actually use it
until her sixth, once she was confident in her spell
she shared it with the other Ravenclaw students,
about halfway through her sixth year.

The spell was something that she worked on
throughout Hogwarts and took her several years to
perfect. She was very proud of her accomplishment
as a student, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to
continue life fully in the wizarding community past
Hogwarts.

___________________________________

[~Levi~]

username: ~Levi~
kalon name:
spell:
what the spell does/how the kalon uses it: