Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 23:37:16 GMT
”I HOLD ALL THE CARDS MY DEAR…”
She had been so wrapped up in the possibility that Waters was alive, she had fallen behind on her own research for work. Even with the Death Eaters in control, she focused on the real research leaving the anti-muggle propaganda to those in training or others. She understood the importance of such, but she knew the truth squibs didn’t steal magic, you could not still magic from someone. Only someone strong in magic, which would be ancient as dust thought Alia she walked down the hallway and entered into the Brain Chamber. The low hanging lights with golden chains illuminated the room, she had changed it over time. The room itself now bore two large tanks filled with green emerald liquid of floating white brains inside. Thoughts can be so powerful, attributing to our magic the thoughts of her entire study into non-verbal magic bore into her mind. The individual four black desks with green trim sat in between the two tanks, facing the brains at both tanks.
She took a seat at one of the desks and placed her folder down containing her notes from previous sessions, as well as a book that was well-worn down and losing its cover. ”Thoughts transmit into magic, specifically non-verbal magic. They are the entire bedding of non-verbal magic along with the power of emotions. Thoughts are possible of inflicting much damage and leaving deep scars when they become physically manifestations; as evidence in the tendrils of the brains” she read off the notes her voice calm and cool as she spoke to herself. It might be weird to others but, it in fact helped her process the thoughts easily and be able to think more easily. Looking over against the far wall, a small table was placed there with potions supplies and a large glass vase of the same emerald liquid but with a small brain inside. Getting up she proceeded over to the table her high heels making noise along the smooth blackened floors. Starting to work with the small vials, she poured each into a large beaker measuring the amounts to the specific drops, not paying attention to when she heard the door open to the Brain Chamber.
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