Ika
You’re not as smooth as you think you are
Fri Jan 3, 2014 04:04
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“No, I was thinking more like—like clay?” Ika wasn’t sure it made sense, so she elaborated. “Like it… it’s just unformed stuff on the alternate plane or whatever. And when you conjure, pull it back here, then it gets a shape and texture and patterns and stuff. Like sculpting something out of clay.” In her mind, “unformed stuff” looked something like gray silly putty. “Because you can conjure stuff that’s never existed before, exactly the way you want it to look. So something happens on the way here that makes it what you want.”

She had the vague notion that the hypothetical “alternate plane” was also where mass came from for Animagi who took bigger forms (or where it went for those who had smaller forms), but that was more complicated than she wanted to think about right now.

The insistence about his title reminded Ika of some movie about pirates that Rosetta really liked. She laughed. “Hey, I’m not one of your teammates. I’m just the moral support.” He couldn’t make her do pushups or run laps or whatever else he did to punish the Quidditch players. Ika usually didn’t even go to the Dracos’ practice; she could work on routines on her own time, and the Quidditch Pitch wasn’t the only place she could use. The theater and the Rec Center were both good practice spaces, deserted at odd hours and big enough for her to toss her baton in the air. She liked seeing the team come together, of course, and she tried to make it to the scheduled meetings, but sometimes she had to write papers or work during their practices.

“Oh! Thank you, that’s much better.” The dove flapped its wings experimentally and cooed. “I was just thinking how great this spell would be for Into the Woods. To make the doves that peck peoples’ eyes out. The reading said you can tell conjured birds what to do, so we can probably use them.” Nicco was the assistant director or something, so it wasn’t like he was in charge of props (would the birds count as props?), but surely he was thinking about stuff like this.

She went for her textbook to find the section on controlling conjured things. “Glad you’re talking to me now,” Ika quipped, scanning the table of contents. “You’ve been kind of—distracted this semester. Summer okay?” She wasn’t really mad that he hadn’t been all that friendly (with six different applications, her social life had taken a hit too), but she might as well give him a hard time about it while he was here.

  • Then I dunno what we have in common.Niccolò, Fri Jan 3 02:29
    “Like an alternate plane of existence where everything that’s ever been vanished is stored?” Niccolò wasn’t sure if that was exactly what she meant, but it sounded cool. “So everything imaginable has ... more
    • You’re not as smooth as you think you are — Ika, Fri Jan 3 04:04
      • How smooth do you think I think I am?Niccolò, Fri Jan 3 05:41
        “A world of clay.” Niccolò’s tongue darted out, licking off the chocolate still lingering at the corners of his mouth. “A world of limitless imagination. That sounds kind of incredible. Imagine if... more
        • You think you’re a smooth criminalIka, Fri Jan 3 19:59
          Ika considered Nicco’s take on the theory. “Well, I think,” she said, “you’d just turn into—into the clay, if you ended up there. Like the rest of things. You don’t get to be Prometheus and sculpt a... more
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