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just a quick fyi, some of the spells and potions we have already seen in this book and will see in this future are my thought babies. obviously use them in your own writing if you'd like, but i would just appreciate it if i got credited, so like for things like Protego Exgravida, Pulsateam, the Morning After Potion (though that one is admittedly not as "genius" as the others so much as it's a cute play on words). i'll tell you guys the in the future whenever i'm using a spell or something of my own creation in a chapter
that includes alihosty^^ i've never seen it before used as "wizarding weed" so i'd appreciate a credit. especially if ur gonna misspell it like i accidentally did KANDJDFBMSNDJF i'm so dumb
also nobody cares but i wanted to explain how i got the spells
protego exgravida: protego is protect, duh. from what i can tell, ex is from, isk about "gra" but "vida" is life! like vivir in spanish or vita in italian. together i'm p sure gravida means child. so it means to protect from child lololol
pulsateam is rather self explanatory
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"Still injured?" Aunt Bellatrix asks in a light voice, her wide black eyes resting on my shoulder.
I drop my hand from it, forcing a neutral expression onto my face. "A little."
"Haven't you been putting anything on it?"
"It's a burn, it takes a little longer to heal," I say, my eyes darting briefly over to Celeste to see if she's listening. She looks lost, though, just as distracted as all the other days Aunt Bellatrix has trained us. Her dark eyes are focused out the window, hands limp at her sides holding the very wand that has injured me.
"Well," Aunt Bellatrix laughs breathily, a casual strut in her step as she walks over to Celeste, the tap of her dirty, bare feet on the marble snapping the dark-skinned girl out of her distracted stupor. "Since Celeste is just so eager to begin dueling, why don't we take a break from Occlumency today, hm?"
I let out a soft sigh of relief at this, my tense shoulders relaxing slightly. I've never experienced anything like when Aunt Bellatrix uses her Legilimency on me—it's like she's raking those long claws of hers right through my head, tearing apart the insides and picking the memories she wants to see all while pouring poison in my veins. It's always the same memories over and over again, mostly from childhood, mostly of my father, both the good and the bad. It doesn't matter what it is, the pain is excruciating, and it's worse the more I try to resist it. I've spent my nights falling asleep while wondering how I'm supposed to do this—how am I supposed to close my window?
