->Yennefer & Dean Thomas Interactions<- - Blog Posts
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DEAN WAS PROUD OF HIS OWN WAND. he’d spent weeks working on the carvings, perhaps even more time scouring ollivander’s resources for the perfect core that called to him and the wood that felt best in his skin. It’d been the first wand he’d been allowed to make on his own, Ollivander claiming that once you’d made one for yourself, every other wand would be easier as it was just seeing which woods and cores felt like they matched. ❝ Thank you. I had my first wand taken from me during the war, and I had stolen a back-up but those never work the same. I was a wandmaker’s apprentice after the war, so I got to make it myself. ❞ It was one of the few things after the war that he was proud of.
HE TOOK HIS WAND BACK, CAREFULLY SLIPPING IT INTO THE HARNESS HE HAD AT HIS SIDE. he liked that he could have it more exposed in sallow hills, tucked carefully at his hip where he could reach it at convenience. ❝ I suspect that there’s similar magic in my home, though wizards just aren’t tuned into it. There’s loads of other magical beings who can do a bunch of stuff we can’t, and it’s probably tied to a magic we can’t control. If you’re interested in that kinda stuff, one of my old professors would be the guy to talk to. I mean, it’s kinda complicated cuz he’s not old here, but Remus Lupin. He’s the guy to talk to. ❞
IT WAS INTERESTING. it wasn’t something dean would want to dedicate a lot of time to studying, but it was interesting how different magic was from person to person. He wondered even in his own world if magic felt different between people. He’d have to ask Harry and Seamus.
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Yennefer knew war. She had been in several over the years, and had recently... well... she didn’t want to think about that. They had all come out of it alive, and that's what mattered. Either way, she had some concept of what the boy had been through, even if she wasn’t familiar with the war of his world. “Your time and dedication shows. You’ve impressed me, wandmaker, not an easy thing to do.”
Where she came from, magic was a force to be harnessed; the one casting could attempt to do such a thing in whatever manner suited them best. It could do nearly anything, for a price. Everything had its price.
“Well, if I ever need to discuss the magic of an adjacent sphere with someone, I’ll be sure to give him a call,” she said, knowing that there was little motivation for her to do such a thing. After a brief pause, Yennefer asked what she almost didn't, “You don’t make them anymore? The wands.”
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DEAN TOOK A MOMENT TO PONDER HER WORDS. he hadn’t done much research into the magic of his own world, if he was being honest. The magic at Hogwarts had been a lot to begin with. But when he started this project, he’d sought out Professor Lupin who’d shared so many ideas of the magic in their own world, let alone the magic of this new world. Still, the idea of someone being magic was a lot to think about.
❝ BACK AT HOME, IT WAS RARE TO SEE A WIZARD NOT USING A WAND. it channels the magic we have in us, giving us more focus and direction. But, at the same time, if I traveled to a different area of the world, it would be different. But the way I learned magic was to channel it through something. ❞ He hesitated for a moment before pulling out his own wand. It was his second personal wand, technically, as his first had been destroyed by the Malfoys. This was the one he’d made with Ollivander, putting his own sweat and magic into it. Tight engravings covered it from handle to tip, though the shape of it was simple enough. ❝ I made this one myself a few years back, when my first wand was destroyed. ❞
HE HELD IT OUT SO SHE COULD SEE IT, if she so wished to. ❝ What kind of magic do you use, if you don’t mind me asking. ❞
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Setting the small trinket she had in hand back into place on the shelf, Yennefer closed the distance between them. His explanation made a great deal of sense as it was similar to why someone in her practice would need one. She vaguely recalled Tissaia’s lesson on wandwork and channeling from her days studying in Aretuza, but that was so long ago any of the details had left her mind. She studied the wand with great curiosity. Finally, she held her hand out to take it, “You made this yourself? It's beautifully done.”
Turning the wand over in her hands, Yennefer examined each part of it in turn. The mage felt the slightest bit of magic humming around it, but not much else. She had discounted his skill upon his first entrance, but she could tell it was impressive even if she didn’t know much about the craft. Her appreciation would only grow when she considered how young he must be. After a moment, she held it back to him.
“My magic is Chaos,” she began. “It's everywhere. It runs beneath the ground like water. Where I come from, all you need do is tap the spring and focus it to your will. You may understand it as the law of entropy. I create order from the disorder, but as the universe’s natural state is disorder, I must be careful to not allow it to pull me back.”
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✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ DEAN && YENNEFER
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HER EYES WERE RATHER PRETTY. in the sense that dean would probably end up drawing them, or drawing something inspired by them. It wasn’t every day that you met someone with purple eyes, though truth be told he was surprised it didn’t happen more often in the Wizarding World. Magic would make it so easy. ❝ I mean, you add on that the no-nose guy was also the worst kind of person and started two wars - yeah no ballads written about him. Stories to scare children and war songs, maybe. ❞
ART DID COME FROM FEAR AS MUCH BEAUTY, but the art that came from fear was so often kept locked away. Dean knew it too well, from personal experience. The nightmarish drawings in his sketchpad that he never flipped back to from the months on the run. From the months after getting back home.
❝ WANDS DON’T SEEM POPULAR IN THIS TOWN, ❞ dean said, taking his time to feel over each piece that was there. ❝ Which I get, but it’s kinda a shame. There’s a lot of beauty in wand work. I find beauty in all kinds of magic, though. Suppose that’s why I have this project. ❞
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Yennefer shrugged, because in all honesty she knew very little about the composition of music. She had never paid it too much mind, though there were a few ballads written about her back home. Dean’s attention wasn't the first captured by her vibrant eyes and dark hair, and his wouldn’t be the last.
“Personally,” the woman said as she adjusted a few items on a nearby shelf, “I’ve never felt wands to be of much use for the form of magic I channel. They limit my capability. But, I have met a few who were aided by it. Many people, and I use that word loosely here, in this town, they don’t just use magic, but they are magic. A concept I, myself, find very interesting.”
She looked to him, then to the display he was combing through. She had never been fond of wand work, so it was intriguing to glimpse even a small part of the process. “It sounds a quite interesting concept to make a piece on. I applaud it-- or I would, if I was the applauding type.”
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DEAN KNEW THE DANGEROUS OF THIS PROJECT. it’s why he had a million precautions set up already. He was working on it in the back garden, not the house. He was going to put some of the spells he’d learned while he was on the run around it, in order to protect people if things did go wrong with the ingredients. But he was also excited, because if went right it was going to be beautiful on multiple levels. Maybe he could seek out Professor Lupin. Harry had said he was here, though younger. He’d always been wicked smart about those kinds of things.
❝ YEAH, SALLOW HILLS IS WEIRD. in the best kind of way though. I feel excited about learning things again, about experiencing things. ❞ He glanced over at her. ❝ I wouldn’t have called you weird. I mean, they eyes aren’t exactly normal but I’ve seen stranger. Saw a dude without a nose who thought he was hot shit. ❞
HE MOVED OVER TO THE WOODS WITH EXCITEMENT. he wished there was a clientele for wands here, because he did miss working on them. He missed working with Ollivander in his stuffy back room, feeling the way the woods and cores felt. Spending hours carving and crafting. ❝ These are perfect. Some of these unfinished ones are exactly what I need. ❞
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Excited was not the word Yennefer would use when describing the town they were in. Stifling? Yes. Dull? No question. Tiring? Constantly. But exciting was nowhere near that list of descriptors. To each their own she supposed. She stepped away from the display, giving him some room to look over everything without her hovering.
“I wouldn’t call them strange. Enchanting maybe,” Yennefer grinned at that. “No nose? That does sound unfortunate. Much uglier than a pair of purple eyes. Songs have been written about these eyes, you know? I doubt anyone's writing a ballad about some noseless person.” A hand unconsciously reached up and rubbed the opposite shoulder, a phantom ache of a malady that was no longer there.
His words brought her from memories of a childhood pig pen, back into the moment. His excitement was noticeable, and it made her smile a little. “Good, good, I’m glad we have what you’re after. You know, I think you're the first person I’ve had that's asked after this section.”
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✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ DEAN && YENNEFER
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NOT EXACTLY FROM AROUND HERE. that seemed like most people in this town. Hell, the Doctor was here. Sure, not one he’d ever watched but the Doctor nonetheless. This town was spiraling in its mysteries and magic, and the more Dean healed from his own pain and nightmares, the more he wanted to explore all of it. ❝ I’m not from here either. Where I’m from, crystals like this work more like a placebo than anything. Course, I’d never tell my sister that and if I can find spells to make them actually work, I would use them. But here - ❞
HERE HE WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF THE CRYSTALS REALLY DID HOLD SOME KIND OF LATENT POWER. one that he definitely didn’t want to mix with other conflicting powers. ❝ Thank you, really. I’ll probably pick out a black tourmaline and red jasper then and see which works the best. ❞ He took his time, seeing which of each he was drawn towards before picking them out. He placed them on the counter, then paused. ❝ This is going to be a strange request, but you don’t happen to have any woods here do you? I want to craft a coreless wand for the project, but there aren’t trees around that work for what I’m looking for. I was going to check the nursery, but if you have poplar, pear, or fir that would be wonderful. ❞
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Magical items were, in Yennefer’s experience, temperamental. Conditions, stipulations, and specifications all had to be in conjunction, and that was made even harder for her to mentally calculate now she was on a different sphere. It was hard for her to say anything for sure here.
“I’ve no clear idea on the power of them in this place, either, but belief in something alone can be powerful in its own right.” Spells, so he could use Chaos as well. There were more magically adept people here than Yennefer had originally thought, though she didn’t know if it was comforting, or something to keep an eye on. “I’m glad to help,” she wasn't particularly, but that's what a good sales associate would say, so she made it sound convincing enough.
It took a moment to think on his question. Six months there, yet some of the store’s contents remained a little elusive. In fairness, it was brimming with a wide variety of things. “I don't know if you've noticed, but everything here is a little strange, myself included,” her voice was light. Taking a little walk around the center, Yennefer stopped in front of a shelf with a small selection of different, variously shaped, woods, and gestured loosely with her hand. “Do any of these meet your needs? They look like they could be wand shaped.”
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DEAN NODDED, TAKING IN HER WORDS. the idea of instinct magic always scared him, even though it had existed in his world too. The only time he’d felt at home with it was the brief time he’d worked with Ollivander at the wand shop before he’d left town. Carving while imbuing magic into the wands had been a relief, not something scary. He walked over to one of the displays, eyes roving over it. ❝ I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for exactly. The focus of the piece overall is different forms of magic. Wand work, runes, plant work, potions, the likes. ❞
HE HESTITATED AS HE GAZED OVER A CLEAR-ISH LOOKING CRYSTAL before moving past it. ❝ I suppose I want to find something fairly neutral since I’ll be incorporating other bits of magic as well. All of it will be fairly neutral. ❞ He’d hate if he put it all together and it exploded, especially if it was around kids. ❝ If I’m being honest, this is all new to me. These magic types, but also working in three-dimensional art. ❞
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Circling the displays, Yennefer took a mental note of a few things that fit his criteria. Things like this were child’s play to her. This job was exceedingly less challenging than the one she had before. Despite that, she still worked to do her best, fake customer service grin and all. The last thing she needed on her plate right now was her boss telling her off for messing something up.
“Perfectly understandable. Some of it is quite new to me as well. I’m not exactly from around here. And who would I be to disrupt someone’s creative vision?” she settled on two stones, and held them in her hands, extending her arms so that he could see better. “Black tourmaline on the left. Its grounding, relatively neutral, and shouldn’t interfere with anything. On the right, red jasper, which should help with creativity and the like-- if you're one to believe in things like that. And there on the shelf are clear quartz and selenite, quite basic, but excellent at amplifying any other sort of magic you have going.”
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IN LONDON, DEAN HADN’T TRUSTED METAPHYSICAL SHOPS. aaliyah had loved them and often dragged dean to them, even when he insisted the ❛ magic ❜ they claimed was nothing but a hoax. The Bubbling Cauldron in town was different, though. Aaliyah would have loved it, and Dean actually believed at least some of the things in the shop held power. There were different kinds of magic in this town, ones he’d never seen before. So it wouldn’t be unbelievable if these things held power he didn’t sense in his home.
HE WASN’T HERE FOR MAGIC, THOUGH. per say. The after-school program he worked for had asked him if he wanted to participate in the teacher showcase, and he’d said yes. He could’ve done something easy, like a painting or a piece in charcoal. But he wanted to push himself outside of his comfort zone, and he had the perfect image in his head. It was a 3-D piece honoring different types of magic here in town. His magic, through words and wands. The magic of plants, of the moon, of gems. Potions, runes. Everything and anything.
HE WAS LOST EXAMINING THE CRYSTALS WHEN THE WORKER SPOKE. he jumped a bit, having not expected them. ❝ Kind of? I’m working on an art piece and I wanted to include some crystals. My sister has told me a million times what each of them do and stand for, but I just can’t keep track of them. Are you familiar with any? ❞
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Yennefer always had an excellent memory. She had used that to her advantage while studying her craft. When she had come to this realm, she had nearly immediately started her research on the magical elements this world contained. By no means was she an expert, but she would get there, and she knew enough to get by in the meantime.
“I am indeed. What exactly are you trying to incorporate in your piece? An emotion? An energy? Something beautiful?” She raised an eyebrow as she studied him. “My first suggestion would be to start with the one that draws you in first; in my opinion that’s usually the stone that wants to be used, but it's just a suggestion.
With an elegant wave of her hand, she gestured towards two stands in the shop, full with baskets of different crystals and stones. “There's a display here, and another there. Whatever you find appealing, I’d be happy to describe for you.”
