Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 20:08:38 GMT -8
Flicking his wrist he cast the spell, and a gain, and again. Over and over, spell after spell flew from his wand. Attacks and defences flew across the room. Who he was firing at? Well, it was more of a what than a who. A practice dummy. Sometimes it took a hit, others it fired his spell right back at him. Tyson Edgemont was a strong spell caster, and in truth, it was due to his excessive practice. Between Defence Against the Dark Arts and Divination, there was very little the boy for extracurricular activities.
He was a Pureblood, raised in a conflicted household. His parents had been arranged by there parents. His father's side trying to keep the money in good hands and his mother's side to keep the bloodline pure. The only trouble with that was that his parents absolutely despised each other. His father, kind and soft hearted believed in accepting muggles and muggle borns his mother, quite the opposite. They tried to make it work for Ty's sake, but as the boy got older, both parents tried to imprint their ideals onto him. By age 17 he really couldn't care less about the coming war and which side one. Tyson was a firm believer in fate, and whatever was fated to happen, would. Choosing a side to fight for was irrelevant because destiny had already decided a victor.
Pausing for a moment to glance at the letter he had received at breakfast, he sighed and launched another spell. Tyson was now of age, and as such his parents had finally decided to call it quits and get a devoice. Really, it was about time. Ty was tired of going home to a household at war. Now the only problem was they wanted him to pick who he would go with. Shaking his head Tyson flick his want at the record player and turn the music up. The song playing was from a musical he had seen in the West End over the summer. A Choirs Line, the show was rather good. The song playing, At The Ballet, really spoke to him. Musical theatre was one of the boys guilty pleasures. It was the only muggle pass time he knew anything about, but he loved it just the same.
"But, everything was beautiful at the ballet. Graceful men lift lovely girls in white.Yes, everything was beautiful at ballet. Hey! I was happy... at the ballet." Singing softly to himself he continued to shoot off spell after spell. He was a graceful caster, almost dancing as he moved his wand. Of course he had been trained this way, only the best for an Edgemont, but Tyson had also added his own style to it. A different way to hold the wand, a slight flick here and a twist there. Little things that changed the spells just slightly to make them more effective, stronger, and sometimes just to make them more beautiful. This of course angered his teachers, and his parents but that only made the boy do it more. Tyson had a problem with authority. He wasn't a bad kid growing up, just... rebellious. You couldn't tell him what to to. In fact, if an adult wanted him to do something, the best bet was to tell him to do the opposite. Continuing to sing he smiled to himself and did a slight little spin to dodge a reflected imobulus. The boy was in his element.