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Thirty Three Spoons {Dictated}
[There's a flutter of pages, the sound of a finger dragging along the printed lines of a paper - and then a little gasp of discovery.]
Oh - there it is, beech wands.
[Jane clears her throat and reads,]
'The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. Such wizards and witches, having obtained a beech wand without having been suitably matched, yet coveting this most desirable, richly hued and highly prized wand wood, have often presented themselves at the homes of learned wandmakers, demanding to know the reason for their handsome wand’s lack of power. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation.'
[She chuckles softly when she finishes, and speaks with an almost disbelieving air.] Sorry about that. It's just...when we were at that school, Hogwarts. That was what my wand was made of, beech and unicorn hair. About eleven inches long, that I know for sure, I used its length a few times to measure all those papers I wrote. I couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything, when we came back, so I thought, why not look it up?
[There's a pause. Navel contemplation of this nature is kind of hard for Jane, especially admitting it aloud.]
I think...I might have been too hasty in my judgements of the past, both home and in Paradisa. If I'd been myself the past week, I wouldn't have enjoyed all the wondrous and mundane things as much as I did. I probably would've been a sourpuss all the way through! And it was nice, really nice, to just...let things be for once. I can't say that I'd want to do that all the time, but perhaps I need to try harder to open my mind to impossible things. Just a little harder.
[She breathes a sigh, and closes the book she read out of.] Although if there's one thing I do not appreciate in the least, it's how little advantage I took of all those amazing pranking gizmos! Oh, well...it's not like I couldn't have booby-trapped the hallways with those lovely wet-start fireworks! Hoo hoo hoo...or maybe I could've? You can never be sure, after all! [And with that and another suspicious chuckle, Jane closes her journal.]
((OOC: Wand lore info taken from the Harry Potter Wiki! And if it wasn't clear, Jane has most definitely booby-trapped random hallways with Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No Heat Fireworks. Mess with her Prankster's Gambit with House pride and studious endeavors, will you Paradisa? The joke is on you! Watch your step!))
Oh - there it is, beech wands.
[Jane clears her throat and reads,]
'The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. Such wizards and witches, having obtained a beech wand without having been suitably matched, yet coveting this most desirable, richly hued and highly prized wand wood, have often presented themselves at the homes of learned wandmakers, demanding to know the reason for their handsome wand’s lack of power. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation.'
[She chuckles softly when she finishes, and speaks with an almost disbelieving air.] Sorry about that. It's just...when we were at that school, Hogwarts. That was what my wand was made of, beech and unicorn hair. About eleven inches long, that I know for sure, I used its length a few times to measure all those papers I wrote. I couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything, when we came back, so I thought, why not look it up?
[There's a pause. Navel contemplation of this nature is kind of hard for Jane, especially admitting it aloud.]
I think...I might have been too hasty in my judgements of the past, both home and in Paradisa. If I'd been myself the past week, I wouldn't have enjoyed all the wondrous and mundane things as much as I did. I probably would've been a sourpuss all the way through! And it was nice, really nice, to just...let things be for once. I can't say that I'd want to do that all the time, but perhaps I need to try harder to open my mind to impossible things. Just a little harder.
[She breathes a sigh, and closes the book she read out of.] Although if there's one thing I do not appreciate in the least, it's how little advantage I took of all those amazing pranking gizmos! Oh, well...it's not like I couldn't have booby-trapped the hallways with those lovely wet-start fireworks! Hoo hoo hoo...or maybe I could've? You can never be sure, after all! [And with that and another suspicious chuckle, Jane closes her journal.]
((OOC: Wand lore info taken from the Harry Potter Wiki! And if it wasn't clear, Jane has most definitely booby-trapped random hallways with Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No Heat Fireworks. Mess with her Prankster's Gambit with House pride and studious endeavors, will you Paradisa? The joke is on you! Watch your step!))
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