Post by Cory Quinton Andrews on Jan 28, 2017 0:05:58 GMT -5
¤ Klaudia A. Werner ¤ [tarot of the threads]
October 20 - EVENING
To say that Cory had taken over the Charms classroom was an understatement. After speaking with Professor Berkley about his Eighth Year project, she had agreed to let him use her space in the evenings with classes weren't in session, so long as he returned the space to how it was before he arrived. She also left him with an emergency first aid kit.
'Just in case' she told him.
Snorting at the memory, he shook his head and moved to the next part of the gun. He was rather restless to get putting this together. Because of the rules on enchanting Muggle (or Nomaj to him) objects, he had had to build the gun completely from scratch. It had been an annoying process, and he sincerely hoped that the prototype would be all he needed because he didn't feel like going back into the metal shop and starting all over. Every motion had been careful and precise and the gun itself was coming together perfectly.
On the inside of the gun he had hollowed out an area to put in a wand. It was, of course, protected, so that any mishap that might happen (like an explosion) wouldn't harm the wand. Because that would really suck and he was pretty sure the Headmaster would not be happy with that.
His own wand sat on the table next to the last few pieces left. He grabbed it and the protective casing and added on another protection spell before sliding the wand in the tube and that into the gun. Then he finished with the barrel and moved to the magazine clip. Double checking that he had indeed filled it with the splatter ammo, he inserted that and then set it down for a moment. As always when he finished a project, he couldn't help but take a moment to just look at it.
At least it came together good.
Unfortunately, looks weren't everything.
Sighing softly, he picked the prototype up and moved in front of a target. Lifting the gun up, he looked down the scope and got a feel for the weight. How it felt in his hands. Butterflies were playing in his stomach as he took a slow breath. and took the safety off.
The way this gun would work was simple and complex all at the same time. It required wordless magic (well, you could say the spells out loud if you wanted people to know) that you had to get the timing right on. To make each of the paintballs come out in whichever color you wanted, the spell had to be thought simultaneously with the motion of pulling the trigger. Otherwise you would just be shooting with plain white balls.
And now the moment of truth.
Taking another breath, he pulled the trigger as he quietly mumbled the spell.
As soon as his finger went down, he could almost feel the mishap, the area that was wrong. It locked down and blocked the ball from going where it needed to. Instead, almost as soon as he pulled the trigger, he found the prototype exploding in his hand, covering his arms and part of his face in the white paint from the ammo.
He jumped back as the pieces of the gun fell to the floor with a curse.
Just in case indeed.
To say that Cory had taken over the Charms classroom was an understatement. After speaking with Professor Berkley about his Eighth Year project, she had agreed to let him use her space in the evenings with classes weren't in session, so long as he returned the space to how it was before he arrived. She also left him with an emergency first aid kit.
'Just in case' she told him.
Snorting at the memory, he shook his head and moved to the next part of the gun. He was rather restless to get putting this together. Because of the rules on enchanting Muggle (or Nomaj to him) objects, he had had to build the gun completely from scratch. It had been an annoying process, and he sincerely hoped that the prototype would be all he needed because he didn't feel like going back into the metal shop and starting all over. Every motion had been careful and precise and the gun itself was coming together perfectly.
On the inside of the gun he had hollowed out an area to put in a wand. It was, of course, protected, so that any mishap that might happen (like an explosion) wouldn't harm the wand. Because that would really suck and he was pretty sure the Headmaster would not be happy with that.
His own wand sat on the table next to the last few pieces left. He grabbed it and the protective casing and added on another protection spell before sliding the wand in the tube and that into the gun. Then he finished with the barrel and moved to the magazine clip. Double checking that he had indeed filled it with the splatter ammo, he inserted that and then set it down for a moment. As always when he finished a project, he couldn't help but take a moment to just look at it.
At least it came together good.
Unfortunately, looks weren't everything.
Sighing softly, he picked the prototype up and moved in front of a target. Lifting the gun up, he looked down the scope and got a feel for the weight. How it felt in his hands. Butterflies were playing in his stomach as he took a slow breath. and took the safety off.
The way this gun would work was simple and complex all at the same time. It required wordless magic (well, you could say the spells out loud if you wanted people to know) that you had to get the timing right on. To make each of the paintballs come out in whichever color you wanted, the spell had to be thought simultaneously with the motion of pulling the trigger. Otherwise you would just be shooting with plain white balls.
And now the moment of truth.
Taking another breath, he pulled the trigger as he quietly mumbled the spell.
As soon as his finger went down, he could almost feel the mishap, the area that was wrong. It locked down and blocked the ball from going where it needed to. Instead, almost as soon as he pulled the trigger, he found the prototype exploding in his hand, covering his arms and part of his face in the white paint from the ammo.
He jumped back as the pieces of the gun fell to the floor with a curse.
Just in case indeed.
