Tag: Young Wizards

lizzieraindrops:

enterprising-gentleman:

lizzieraindrops:

My mind is buzzing with hp/yw crossover ideas because of this post.

Both styles of magic operating intact in the same universe as if they were different disciplines of magic, with both sides learning from the other’s techniques because yw-style magic works better for some problems and hp-style works better for others, and as with most things multiple points of view is an advantage

Luna knowing about fire-worms and perytons and yw-magical creatures because she’s Luna and she would – I think she would be best friends with Sker’ and Filif, too

(can I just say LUNA/’MELA)

I feel like Hermione would get along with Neets really well, and omg can you imagine the ultimate bro party that would be Kit/Ronan/Darryl/Harry/Ron

Of course the epic shenanigans that would result from Dair and the Weasley twins deciding to prank everyone using a combination of magics that makes their pranks nearly impossible to dismantle

Neville and Ronan guys, Neville and Ronan

Nita going to Tom and Carl all “There’s an entire other kind of magic out there and you never told us??” And they’re all “Oh, it didn’t seem relevant at the time because you’re obviously using this kind, did you wanna chat with some experts in magical theory in that discipline, McGonagall and Sprout come over for tea every Saturday”

LP’s all “Damn you Harry, that was my favorite avatar EVER I am holding a grudge now”

Hagrid and Mamvish should be best buddies and conservation heroes

Harry hanging out with S’reee and the whales because that one time with the gillyweed was actually pretty awesome and ever since he’s had a hangup with aquatic life

SO MANY IDEAS AND FEELS SOMEONE HELP (and by help I mean add fuel to the fire)

The Weasleys all looking at Dairine like “Are you sure you’re not one of ours that we misplaced somehow”

Peach and Professor McGonagall being irascible at each other during tea at Tom and Carl’s, and McGonagall revealing after the events of High Wizardry that she’d suspected all along that there was something more to Peach. Animagi learn to recognize the signs, after all…

Hagrid hearing about Filif and Sker’ret staying with the Callahans and being ecstatic about it and subsequently beginning an obsessive study of alien biology, which everyone else at Hogwarts regards as a weird fantasy and nothing more

It turns out some people who were thought to be Squibs in the Wizarding World were just practicing YW-style wizardry this whole time, and most wizards didn’t recognize what was going on

Carmela finding out about it all and insinuating herself into the Wizarding World just as she did with YW-style wizardry

She splits her days between the Crossings and Diagon Alley now

I could keep going…

THEN KEEP GOING.

HECK YES to the Squib thing.

I am now convinced that Carmela goes into business with Honeydukes and makes them one of the most popular chocolate brands offworld. Some of their other products are a hit, too – it turns out that Fizzing Whizzbees are ridiculously popular with Rirhaits. Because of the differences in body chemistry, instead of levitating a few inches above the ground, Rirhaits will end up floating anywhere from 5-20 feet in the air (like that one time Sker’ret ended up plastered to the moving ‘stained-glass’ ceiling at the Crossings…)

…everyone at Hogwarts thinks alien biology is a weird fantasy UNTIL Hagrid finally convinces Sker’ and Filif to come visit him at school. This turns into an incident when someone mistakes Sker’ for a new and improved Blast-Ended Skrewt and sends an owl to the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures. Fortunately, the situation de-escalates when Ministry representatives find them all having leisurely tea with Hagrid, who has finally found a fan of his rock cakes in Filif. (the rocks that the trees break asunder…) Filif tells all his friends about them and the Forbidden Forest subsequently becomes a huge Demisiv tourist destination. Hogwarts students start hanging around the forest more (with the permission and goodwill of the centaurs, of course, because relations with the school have improved), because honestly there’s nothing so nice as doing homework outdoors and getting help with your Arithmancy homework from a vacationing Demisiv.

Just imagine though – The Wizarding World, within bounds, is astahfrith! Sure, magic works differently, but still, it’s something much of the yw gang hasn’t experienced. I need them exploring this right now.

I’d love to see the yw gang trying out wands just because. I imagine Nita might find a rowan wand a very helpful addition to her wizardly equipment – one that doesn’t wear out like the others, one that can ‘recharge’ on moonlight because it’s stabilized with unicorn hair. Kit, not so much, he still prefers his antenna wand.

Also, the very necessary interdisciplinary discussion on psychotropic magic that needs to happen. Hermione would be hugely interested in the ethics side of yw-style magic. Actually, the only hp/yw crossover I’ve seen focuses on Hermione finding a Manual and it really makes sense.

… Why did I ever think these universes were irreconciliable?!

geekhyena:

(Concept borrowed from professorsparklepants: Before I begin I would like to mention that I am not doing the eighteenth birthday as mentioned in the original post. Instead I’m basing it off of the concept in this lovely Les Mis fic  where you get your soulmate’s name (or in this case, their first words to you) after you make the decision that leads to you meeting them for the first time.)

Dairine’s tattoo doesn’t appear when she takes the Oath, like her sister’s did, but two years later, when she makes the decision to file for excursus.  As she does, a string of graceful characters in the speech appears twined along her arm : “And where is the welcoming committee?” And she realizes that if this is what she thinks it is, then she’s doubly certain that she and Nita need to go on excursus. 

Roshaun’s tattoo, on the other hand, appears along the curve of his collarbone after he agrees to his mother’s suggestion that he go on excursus.  ”Dai’stiho” nestles in the curve of the muscles, and Miril makes an excited sound, and he smiles softly.

Both of them, when they meet, and realize just what has happened, share a mutual flash of “WAIT, IT’S -THEM-?!?”

enterprising-gentleman:

astahfrith:

you know what i want in life

the meeting of darryl mcallister and sam wilson

One morning, Steve Rogers is out for his usual early jog around D.C. He’s kept up the habit, even after all of the chaos with S.H.I.E.L.D. and H.Y.D.R.A. happened—the way he sees it, when everything around you keeps violently changing, it’s all the more important to stick with your routines. Besides, jogging around all of the monuments as the sun rises is so peaceful, so—

“On your left.”

Steve turns, chuckling, and sure enough, there’s the dark silhouette of another jogger rapidly catching up to him. It’s not the first time Sam has tried this, but if nothing else, he’s glad for the company.

“Okay, okay, you got me,” says Steve as the other jogger pulls up alongside him. “Hey, Sam…”

He stops himself short once he gets a good look at the other man. He looks a little like Sam, sure, but he’s skinnier, a bit narrower around the face, and his hair is different too. “Oh, excuse me, sir,” Steve mutters, his face burning. “Thought you were somebody I knew.”

“Don’t worry about it,” says the other, and speeds up, jogging past him. Apart from still being a little residually embarrassed, Steve thinks no more about it, until…

“On your right.”

Steve stares. The jogger passing him on the right looks exactly like the one who just passed him on the left. They’re even dressed just the same, and have the same—what’s it called—iPod (Natasha keeps telling Steve he should get one, but Steve’s holding out until he gets caught up on the last half-century or so of music). Maybe they’re identical twins, he thinks to himself, and keeps running with a shake of the head. After all, he’s seen stranger things.

“On your left.”

By now Steve is sure: he’s just been passed by three identical copies of the same person. And it doesn’t end there.

“On your right.” “On your left.” “On your right.” “On your left.”

By now, Steve is surrounded by a small army of identical joggers, and is becoming increasingly convinced that he has stumbled into either a H.Y.D.R.A. plot or a very strange dream. The marble face of Abraham Lincoln looks on impassively as he sprints by, the entourage of clones increasing by the moment.

And then: “ABOVE YOU!” 

This time it is Sam, wearing his Falcon wings and soaring a few feet above Steve’s head. “Now you see how it feels, Rogers?” Sam shouts over the roar of the jets. “Not so hilarious when you’re on the other end, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure when I passed you, there was only one of me!” Steve protests.

“Oh, all right, you’ve got a point,” says Sam, coming in for a graceful landing at the end of the Reflecting Pool. “Just promise me you’ve learned your lesson. Nice work, Darryl.”

Abruptly, the army of joggers surrounding Steve is gone, and only one remains: the original, he supposes, who is now laughing and giving Sam a high five.

“Steve Rogers, Darryl McAllister,” says Sam with a wave of the hand. “We met a few weeks ago when he was in town for some kind of important government meeting, and I found out he could do that little trick. Couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show you what it’s like when someone keeps passing you jogging, over and over.”

"First you and Nat, and now you’re dragging innocent strangers in to pull pranks on me,” says Steve ruefully, shaking Darryl’s hand. “Where’s it going to end?”

“That’s always a dangerous question to ask,” Darryl points out. “The Universe just doesn’t leave some people alone…”

“It’s okay,” Steve says, as the three of them, by unspoken agreement, start jogging again, side by side. “I’m used to it.”

aliceofbrokendreams:

So I just finished a Wizard of Mars and it brought up thoughts of Carmela.

So, my thoughts are no longer if Carmela will be a wizard, but if she’s some type of personification or avatar of The Powers That Be. She’s past latency for becoming a Wizard, yet she is able to use the Speech and was important to finding information about Mars.

It’s also interesting that Irena, Tom, and Carl don’t question Carmela’s manipulation of the Speech. You would think that a normal human that can use a world gate, the Speech and when she jumps, able to compensate for air would be worrisome for the Wizards.

When I think of Carmela also, I’m reminded of Ponch. Ponch wasn’t a wizard and he didn’t have special abilities. Yet, he became the canine version of the One.

I dunno, I feel like Carmela is gonna cross the veil to becoming something great.

I’d actually not prefer this happen? I’d be happier with Carmela just being a nonwizard with certain wizard-associated talents. Otherwise…I dunno, it kind of gives off the idea that ordinary mortals can’t be special unless they’re wizards?

nyquildriver:

Oh you guys.  The snowman song thing has been amusing me all day.

And then two lines just came to me.

Nita:
Oh my life has been a series of fists in my face
And then suddenly I ran into you…

I need to up my filk game, because I’ve been mulling it over for an hour but can’t come up with more.

Kit:
Me too!
Cause, like, I’ve been trying this whole time to get guys off my case
And maybe it’s the magic talking, or these signs that I drew…

opalhonors:

ladyofthewhitetree:

please someone tell me
how does one simply go on living and go take a stupid calc test after reading a Young Wizard book and feeling like you’ve been a conduit for immense power and energy and beauty and emotion
how do you just go on after that

By knowing that Nita Callahan needs calc to do some of her spell circles? By knowing that you might not know when you need to do a spell circle, but it won’t be the one you think, lines of fire and starlight, but rather lines of ink and tears, and yet they might have the same effect, as you prove mathematically how something being done might improve cleanliness or reduce pollution?

We might not have Enacture. But we can still do what’s necessary.

Guard Growth and Ease Pain

So…me and songofsunset were discussing a bit about a Yugioh/Young Wizards crossover, specifically in regards to the early chapters/season 0. Considering all the death/mental destruction that happened, it’s only logical that some wizards would have tried to follow up on it. So…I wrote a short drabble, about one such incident. I initially wanted to use the canon YW characters, but it sounds kind of weird, considering how they don’t have any real reason to go to Japan. (Well…maybe Carmela does, but that’s for another time.) So, this drabble stars a Nameless Japanese Wizard. Enjoy?

Guard Growth and Ease Pain

The burger shop is, all things considered, quite peaceful. You’ve just finished a minor intervention concerning a potential brushfire caused by a carelessly discarded cigarette. Fires have always been a specialty of yours.

Just as you are halfway through your burger, there is a loud yell from the doorway. You recognize that man. Everyone may call him Prisoner Number 777, but you know his name is Jiro. It’s not that hard a fact to discover, but it seems that some people are more interested in sensationalism. Or maybe they don’t want to humanize a criminal. You know better than to fall into that trap, though.

When he demands that everyone get down, you do so too. However, you are already thinking of spells to disable guns or stop bullets. You are halfway through a gun-jamming spell when you hear someone challenge the convict to a game. You risk looking up, to see him focused on someone sitting across from him. From this angle, you can’t see who that person is. When Jiro waves the gun again, you put your head back down. No use risking him being antagonized further.

You go back to assembling that gun-jamming spell, now mostly ignoring what’s going on around you. However, when you hear a scream of pain, your head shoots up, the gun-jamming spell one syllable away from completion.

You don’t think you’ll need it anymore, though. Mainly because Jiro is on fire. You immediately hurry towards the scene, taking off your jacket and preparing to use it to help smother the flames.

Convincing fires to die down is hard. Convincing fires fed by alcohol to die down is even harder. Convincing the local air to leave the vicinity is easier, but that would kill him anyways. No one else hurries over to do anything once they see you approaching.

The fire dies quicker than it normally would have. You think he’s still alive. You hope he’s still alive. It takes some urging, but finally someone calls an ambulance. You stay next to him while it arrives, doing a basic life-support wizardry.

Once the ambulance finally takes him away, you start home. The whispers behind you of how “awesome” Jiro being set on fire was, and how he “deserved it,” terrify you. People seem more concerned about the damage done to the table and chair by the fire. And yes, you can feel that they, too, are pained, but they will survive this more easily.

Someone offers you a new jacket. You refuse it. It’s not too far a walk home from here. And on the way, you can start trying to remember that voice.