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Dorcas stifled the giggle that arose in her throat at the word “moogles.” Obviously she couldn’t mock him for it, and she’d never do such a thing. But it still made her want to giggle a little bit.

Dorcas was about to answer his question, before seeing him shift his hand and sharply remembering that she had a job to do here. She cleared her throat.

“Erm, yes, a bit. But first I think I should get this out of your hand first.”

Dorcas picked up his hand gently with her own, and then waved her wand over it with her right hand, muttering a spell. The thorn barbs gently rose into the air out his hand, and Dorcas grabbed a small container off the counter to capture them in, careful not to touch it with her own hand and then fastening it tightly with a lid before placing it aside. She’d like to take the time to study them later.

Dorcas performed a quick disinfecting spell on the wound before grabbing some gauze and wrapping his hand.

“Right, leave that on for the rest of the day, and you should be fine,” she said. “In answer to your previous question, I’d say it’s got similarities and differences. In my world wizards were hidden away from the rest of the world. We kept our magic a secret from non magical people. But here, we can perform magic out in the open and be completely honest about ourselves. Nobody really bats an eye. I really like that part. It’s nice not to have to hide. I’d say that’s the biggest difference, besides there being different sorts of magic and different magic users. Like I know some people who call themselves mages, and their spells are completely different from mine. It’s fascinating.”

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Nodding, Sam gave his hand a quick look, as if he had nearly forgotten the pesky things were still there. He was surprised how little effort it took for the whole thing to be done and over with. In a moment it was like nothing happened at all. After looking at his restored hand impressed, Sam let Dorcas work on wrapping it. 

“Well I knew this place was all about speedy care, but this has to be a new record,” he grinned.

It was nice to hear Dorcas didn’t have to hide anything here. Secrets were a hassle, especially such life changing ones as she kept. He knew that very well. “It is fascinating! We have magic where I’m from, but as you said the specifics differ greatly to many people in this town.”

@ofmvoonlight yeah:)

THE WITCHER 3: Wild Hunt (2015)

gods, you’re pretty

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

THE  WOMAN  WAS  DRESSED  INTERESTINGLY,  TO  SAY  THE  LEAST.    not  that  zsasz  had  any  place  to  talk  with  his  nearly  all-leather  get  up.    Hers  was  certainly  more  fitting  for  a  Welsh  countryside  town  than  his  own,  but  he’d  never  been  one  to  mind  standing  out  in  a  crowd.    In  fact,  it  usually  was  quite  the  opposite.    Zsasz  knew  how  to  use  shadows  and  darkness  to  his  aid,  but  also  when  to  draw  the  eye  of  everyone  around  him.

HE  PUT  THE  BOX  OF  GOOD  ON  THE  COUNTER,  raising  a  brow  bone  at  kai  who  seemed  to  look  up  at  him  in  question.    He  sighed.    He  supposed  he  and  Oswald  were  spoiling  the  dragon  a  bit  too  much.    ❝ Don’t  you  have  a  register  to  guard? ❞    Kai  let  out  a  snort,  but  did  turn  and  head  over  to  the  small,  purple  pillow  beside  the  cash  register.      With  that,  Zsasz  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman.

HE  TOOK  THE  KNIFE,  CAREFULLY  MOVING  IT  TO  NOT  CUT  EITHER  OF  THEM.    ❝ yes  well,  i  suppose  the  knives  either  moved  in  transport  or  my  shop  assistant  was  messing  around  in  the  back  and  hoped  i  wouldn’t  notice.    Either  way,  thank  you.    If  you  feel  I  need  to  prove  myself  proficient  at  weapons,  I’m  always  happy  to  give  a  demonstration. ❞    He  spun  the  knife  in  his  hand,  getting  it  into  a  more  comfortable  grip.    Quickly,  he  took  aim  at  the  board  he  had  across  the  store  for  just  this  and  sent  the  knife  flying.    It  landed  in  the  bullseye  with  a  thunk.    He  gave  a  flourish  of  a  half  bow.    ❝ Now,  is  there  anything  I  can  assist  you  with? ❞

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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again. 

She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do. 

“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN WAS PROUD OF HIS OWN WAND.  he’d spent weeks working on the carvings, perhaps even more time scouring ollivander’s resources for the perfect core that called to him and the wood that felt best in his skin.  It’d been the first wand he’d been allowed to make on his own, Ollivander claiming that once you’d made one for yourself, every other wand would be easier as it was just seeing which woods and cores felt like they matched.  ❝ Thank you.  I had my first wand taken from me during the war, and I had stolen a back-up but those never work the same.  I was a wandmaker’s apprentice after the war, so I got to make it myself. ❞  It was one of the few things after the war that he was proud of.

HE TOOK HIS WAND BACK, CAREFULLY SLIPPING IT INTO THE HARNESS HE HAD AT HIS SIDE.  he liked that he could have it more exposed in sallow hills, tucked carefully at his hip where he could reach it at convenience.  ❝ I suspect that there’s similar magic in my home, though wizards just aren’t tuned into it.  There’s loads of other magical beings who can do a bunch of stuff we can’t, and it’s probably tied to a magic we can’t control.  If you’re interested in that kinda stuff, one of my old professors would be the guy to talk to.  I mean, it’s kinda complicated cuz he’s not old here, but Remus Lupin.  He’s the guy to talk to. ❞

IT WAS INTERESTING.  it wasn’t something dean would want to dedicate a lot of time to studying, but it was interesting how different magic was from person to person.  He wondered even in his own world if magic felt different between people.  He’d have to ask Harry and Seamus.

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Yennefer knew war. She had been in several over the years, and had recently... well... she didn’t want to think about that. They had all come out of it alive, and that's what mattered. Either way, she had some concept of what the boy had been through, even if she wasn’t familiar with the war of his world. “Your time and dedication shows. You’ve impressed me, wandmaker, not an easy thing to do.”

Where she came from, magic was a force to be harnessed; the one casting could attempt to do such a thing in whatever manner suited them best. It could do nearly anything, for a price. Everything had its price. 

“Well, if I ever need to discuss the magic of an adjacent sphere with someone, I’ll be sure to give him a call,” she said, knowing that there was little motivation for her to do such a thing. After a brief pause, Yennefer asked what she almost didn't, “You don’t make them anymore? The wands.”

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✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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SHE WASN’T SURE WHY , BUT THE IDEA OF RIVER HAVING A FLAT FELT WEIRD .  maybe it was because bill associated that with people her age - but moira had only had a flat as well .  Maybe it was just the fact that because the Doctor held her so highly , Bill figured she deserved more than just a flat .  A home .  Maybe a pet .  She seemed like a fish kinda person .  Maybe Bill was just projecting .

  ❝ Well the nice thing about this place is that quite literally everything has character .  Though some of it is down right creepy .  There’s this person who comes in to clear out cursed items so they don’t wind up with anyone but I swear he misses some of it . ❞  

  She slowed as they reached the rugs , waving her hand out .  ❝ Rugs right ?  Honestly , they’re a great easy way to add character . ❞

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River loved the idea of some of the items in the shop being just a bit too creepy for comfort. She was a realist, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the odd ghost story. Feeling nearly baited by the statement, she felt her brain getting caught up on the idea of someone removing the potentially cursed items. Being a history lover and having quite the open mind didn’t necessarily mean River believed items could actually be cursed. That was just stories people told to get more of a profit when they sold the thing off. Right?

Before she thought too long on it, River’s attention was brought to the rugs. They were much nicer than the few that had been in a few days prior. She grinned at Bill and gave a nod as she began to look over them, “I think so too.” 

As she continued to search for exactly the one she wanted, she figured it was only polite to make a little conversation. And if anything came spilling out of the chatty shop assistant about the Doctor, that was simply a bonus. “So Bill, how long have you been in town? It seems everyone has an interesting story in this place.” 

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.·:*¨༺  ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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HE KNEW IT WAS HARD , even if he didn’t have children of his own .  Being able to let go , to let someone you care about do what they need to do .  Hell , there were things he’d done for Oswald in an effort to protect him that had just made things worse in the long run , like trying to take the fall for the murder here in town .  ❝ She’ll come home to you , I know it .  You’re her family . ❞  Even if he’d seen what had been said in the town text chat (both the smartest and dumbest thing he’d seen)

  He beamed, leaning forward a bit . ❝ I’ve been doing good .  Oswald is remembering more and more , which is good .  I’ve apologized for what I did to hurt him , long ago now , so we’re past that .  Now it’s just him remembering the good times . ❞  And Edward , but that was something to deal with slowly , to help Oswald let him go .  ❝ It’s good to see those parts of him again , you know ? ❞  He loved Oswald , any version he got , but he’d missed some of the devious ambition he’d known in Gotham .

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Family… even though Yennefer knew it to be true, hearing the word spoken aloud still left her feeling an inexplicable happiness. It had been something she spent decades searching for, and she cherished every little moment of it since. 

She sipped her cocktail, smiling a bit as she did. Most wouldn't be able to tell, but Yennefer liked to see those she cared for be happy. And despite how long it took her to admit it to herself, she did care for Zsasz. It warmed her to see him start to gush about Oswald. 

“Good, good, that's so good. I’m happy for you both,” she set her empty glass down on the little napkin in front of her. “I do know, indeed… my experience with memory issues is a bit more jaded than yours, but I’m glad it's going so well for you both.”

Looking down at her empty glass, she gave a pitiful little sigh. Getting up for another seemed like such an effort. “Do you need another?”

fioblah:

sweet mother o mine

@shallowmagics​ <3them<3

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

AS  HE  WAS  LISTING  THEM  ALL  OFF,  REMUS  REALIZED  JUST  HOW  EXPENSIVE  THIS  WAS  GOING  TO  BE.    there  was  no  way  he  was  going  to  be  able  to  afford  them  all  now,  but  maybe  if  he  could  just  get  a  couple.    Then  a  couple  more.    It  wasn’t  like  this  was  going  to  be  prepped  by  the  next  full  anyway,  so  waiting  a  bit  longer  wouldn’t  do  that  much  damage.    ❝ If  aconite  isn’t  too  temperamental,  I  could  probably  take  the  seedlings.    I’ll  be  trying  my  best  to  upkeep  them  anyway.    But  if  you  think  it’s  better  to  wait  till  their  older,  I’d  like  to  put  my  name  down  for  a  plant  or  two  and  come  back  later.    I’ll  probably  not  be  able  to  afford  all  the  plants  right  now  anyway,  so  I  don’t  mind  waiting ❞

REMUS  WAS  ALRIGHT  WITH  PLANTS.    he  didn’t  kill  them  by  just  looking  at  them,  and  he’d  always  had  decent  scores  in  herbology.    But  there  was  passing  a  class  and  there  was  keeping  a  garden  of  plants  alive  for  his  well  being.    Samwise’s  offer  stuck  out  though.    Remus,  too,  couldn’t  replicate  the  valerian  roots.    Even  Pomfrey  wouldn’t  have  risked  that  -  plants  were  always  difficult  to  replicate  especially  if  you  wanted  to  keep  their  properties.    ❝ I’d  actually  really  appreciate  that.    These  are  all  -  they’re  part  of  a  health  routine  my  doctor  is  putting  me  on.    I’d  like  to  be  able  to  maintain  them  and  not  have  to  re-purchase  them  often. ❞

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It took a moment for Sam to come up with a good answer. He didn’t have aconite back home, which meant he had very limited experiences with it. From what he had seen, a novice should be able to take care of it just fine, but he didn’t want to make a guarantee he couldn’t back, especially when it seemed like an object of such importance.

“Tell you what-- I think you should be just fine taking care of the seedlings, but if you're not, come back in a week or two and I’ll get you a grown one to replace it. Sound alright?” He walked past Remus to get to the other end of the shop, and stopped in the back corner near a door with a, ‘employees only’ sign across it in bold letters. A moment later he returned with the tiny aconite plants, and placed them on the counter. He retrieved the valerian from a nearby shelf, and brought it to the counter as well. “Not a problem! I’m glad to show you. Its really not too difficult. You may mess it up once or twice in the beginning, but I’m sure you'll get the hang of it.”

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“Thanks, me too,” Catra said. They were silent, pondering the next thing Midna had said. Her offer of friendship. Catra didn’t usually do friends. In the past, their only friend had been Adora, but recently, Adora’s friends had become theirs. And now here, in this new place, they had no friends, and it felt far more lonely than it had in the past. 

“Okay,” xe said. “I accept your offer of friendship.” It was rather a formal and awkward way of saying it, but Catra could be sort of awkward when it came to new things, like friendship. Xe offer her a shy smile, trying not to feel self conscious. 

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Grinning at xer words, Midna gave an enthusiastic spin around. Any normal being would have tripped on the countless twisting tree roots or forest debris, but Midna was far from normal. She stuck out in the forest: much too tall, red hair cutting through the pitch black, a skirt and nice shoes. Of course, if she truly desired to sink deep enough into the shadows that she went unseen, she could, though she saw little fun in that. 

“Midna and Catra. Catra and Midna. I think it has a ring to it,” she said lightly. As they approached the edge of the forest, Midna stretched out her arms and sighed as if she had just finished a lovely yoga class. She looked over at her new friend, trying to figure out the best move. While Midna had much more experience with being friendly, her royal status made it difficult to have any sense of normalcy. She hoped she had a decent enough grasp on the concept to make this work. “I’m starving. You wanna swing over to my apartment for some late night paninis?”