"Nothing, thank you again, Healer McMurray-sensei." Sascha answered with a smile. He was greatly relieved that the professor was willing to let him do what he needed to to make the spell functional for his unsighted self. That showed a lot of promise. It was clear that Healer McMurray-sensei was the stern sort. Sometimes that meant a professor was also very dogmatic. Sascha was glad that he appeared to be flexible, willing to do what worked rather than stick relentlessly to 'the way things were done'.
Sascha returned to his reading, fingers sliding over the pages. He turned the page often, not a testament to his quick reading, but more a matter of there being fewer braille words per page than in the printed versions. He did read quickly though, adept at braille. As a child he'd been able to read large print, but his mother was a very pragmatic woman and had made him start learning braille before he learned to read visually. It had made more sense to do it that way anyway. It had taken time and effort for him to read even large print. His vision had also gotten worse when he was twelve or so, and large print was no longer an option.
When he was finished reading the chapter, he switched parchment scrolls on his braille typer, and touched his wand with it, switching functions. His fingers found the keys and he started typing away, this time instead of forming a series of dots on the parchment, it functioned almost like a typewriter, though there was no clack of keys. His essay slowly winding out from the device in a typed page. Sascha had a quill that took dictation as well, but he found his duo function braille writer was far less disturbing to the students around him.
The essay complete, he carefully tore it free from the scroll of parchment, and set it aside, not sure if Healer McMurray-sensei wanted it handed in immediately, or after class, or maybe not at all. After that, he carefully set his writer down by his feet where it was out of the way as he practiced the diagnostic spell, hand echoing the motions that the professors had made. It took him a few tries to get the details just right. But finally it all came together, he could feel when he got it right, even if he wasn't sure he could actually see the spark, no matter how hard he squinted, making a few weird faces in the process. But he knew what magic felt like when it was done right.
Sascha continued to practice it, as the healer instructed, until he'd done it right ten times in a row. Then he started to fiddle with it a bit, trying to make the adjustments he needed to make it function for him, changing the incantation first from sententia to vibrententia and making minor adjustments to his hand movements. It was nowhere near perfect, but he was starting to sense how the fine tuning would work. He'd need a fair bit or practice though.
“You are welcome, Mr. Murakami.” Jacob was here to teach and it felt good when he did. All he wanted with this new position was to mold the future healers of the wizarding world. He had his time as a ... more