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Estrella had been having a difficult time trying to find somewhere private, which a lot of breakable things in the vicinity. Her wand in hand, she made her way down to the Kitchens. After reaffirming that she was alone, she opened one of the cabinets, smirking as her dark eyes fell on a large porcelain bowl. Grabbing the heavy bowl with slightly chubby fingers, she placed it on the wide table in the kitchen, taking a deep breath.
Just before spring break, she had recovered some information on the Knall; a person with the ability to explode something from the inside out with sheer emotion. It was wandless magic, of course, and she had found it to work best when she was angry. She tried not to think about her time at Stark Manor, when she had bolted from the place at the first time, although then, she had experienced the greatest extent thus far of her abilities.
She didn't exactly want to have this; it was passed down through families, and anything that made her like her father sent a chill up her spine more than a little bit. At the confused age of fourteen, she was unsure what to make of him and what way to turn.
Pushing all of her life's trifles aside, however, she focused her attention on the bowl. Allowing her angry thoughts to boil up inside her, her energy was centered on the fine porcelain, and suddenly, it burst, to the eye of another, seeming to do it all by itself. She smirked as pieces of shattered porcelain scattered all over the table and onto the tile, and picking them up the best as she could, she brought all of the jagged pieces together, grimacing as she cut the heel of her hand, and a blossom of red appeared on her hand.
Swearing elaborately, she waved her wand, incantating, "Reparo." She was glad that she was particularly adept at Charms, for the bowl snapped back perfectly into the place, only a tiny chip missing from the top. She hoped that the house elves wouldn't be too mad about it.
Sighing, she turned to the rest of the cupboards, figuring that she wanted to practice on bigger and better things. Finding a stack of plates, she brought them to the table; but this time, found out that she could only break the top one; her rage was not great enough, and she hadn't learned to control her power in any case. Fixing the broken plate, she sighed exasperatedly as she sat back down in a chair, putting her head in her hands and wondering about what she was going to do next.
Estrella had been having a difficult time trying to find somewhere private, which a lot of breakable things in the vicinity. Her wand in hand, she made her way down to the Kitchens. After reaffirming that she was alone, she opened one of the cabinets, smirking as her dark eyes fell on a large porcelain bowl. Grabbing the heavy bowl with slightly chubby fingers, she placed it on the wide table in the kitchen, taking a deep breath.
Just before spring break, she had recovered some information on the Knall; a person with the ability to explode something from the inside out with sheer emotion. It was wandless magic, of course, and she had found it to work best when she was angry. She tried not to think about her time at Stark Manor, when she had bolted from the place at the first time, although then, she had experienced the greatest extent thus far of her abilities.
She didn't exactly want to have this; it was passed down through families, and anything that made her like her father sent a chill up her spine more than a little bit. At the confused age of fourteen, she was unsure what to make of him and what way to turn.
Pushing all of her life's trifles aside, however, she focused her attention on the bowl. Allowing her angry thoughts to boil up inside her, her energy was centered on the fine porcelain, and suddenly, it burst, to the eye of another, seeming to do it all by itself. She smirked as pieces of shattered porcelain scattered all over the table and onto the tile, and picking them up the best as she could, she brought all of the jagged pieces together, grimacing as she cut the heel of her hand, and a blossom of red appeared on her hand.
Swearing elaborately, she waved her wand, incantating, "Reparo." She was glad that she was particularly adept at Charms, for the bowl snapped back perfectly into the place, only a tiny chip missing from the top. She hoped that the house elves wouldn't be too mad about it.
Sighing, she turned to the rest of the cupboards, figuring that she wanted to practice on bigger and better things. Finding a stack of plates, she brought them to the table; but this time, found out that she could only break the top one; her rage was not great enough, and she hadn't learned to control her power in any case. Fixing the broken plate, she sighed exasperatedly as she sat back down in a chair, putting her head in her hands and wondering about what she was going to do next.