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Felias penned at the piece of parchment in front of him and soon held it aloft for the rest of his class to see.
"Varangian, you see, can tell us a great deal of what happened in the past in only a few short symbols called 'futharks'. This one here, for instance, tells of 11th-centry Swedish warriors who died in the Land of the Lombards, or Langbardoland as it was called back then. We now commonly refer to it as Italy of course." He placed the parchment back down on the table and stepped from around his desk, leaning against it in a pair of black dress pants with a blood red dress shirt covered by a similarly black vest. "Now you are all probably wondering as you venture into the world of runology 'What practical use does learning any of this have to me as a witch or wizard?'"
He stopped for a dramatic pause, his eyes darting this way and that at the few members of his small class who had elected to take his course. Reaching back, he lifted the small redwood wand with unicorn core from his desk and held it horizontally for all to see.
"Runes can be inscribed onto anything and, given the correct string of characters, can imbue power into an item. Hogwarts students are primarily taught Germanic runes. Now to activate a rune once inscribed, you say 'venenate'." A light flash of green emitted from the runes that adorned the length of the redwood magical item and soon faded. "There are two prevailing principles for how runes are charged: battery theory and self-regeneration. Battery says that runes have power at the time of their casting and must be recharged to be used again. Self-regenerating states that the rune will become self-perpetuating until the inscription itself is changed." His opposite hand raised to draw an imaginary underline across the runes. "This one here is self-regenerating and its meaning is "longevity". No matter what manner of spell I use or what trauma comes to this particular wand nothing shall break it. Very useful given our primary means of casting spells is done through a medium such as this. You would hate to lose such an instrument during an altercation."
The afternoon bell gonged over the stale afternoon air, signaling change of classes. Fortunately, or unfortunately, this left Felias with a few hours before his next class would arrive. Not many had elected to take ancient runes, instead venturing more toward arithmancy and divination.
"Chapters one and two by tomorrow", Felias stated while he reached and held the Rune Dictionary (3rd edition) aloft for all to see. "Quiz Friday. Make sure you study." By then all ten of his first years left the room, leaving him alone in a quiet classroom dimly lit by candelabra and sunlight streaming in through an open window. He sat the book down and walked about his desk to sit behind the behemoth oaken table, scrawling down notes on how his students seemed to receive the information and how to better maintain their attention. It had not escaped him that a few had started to fall asleep toward the middle. He was still learning as a teacher how to hold their interests and this was the best way he knew how. He adopted an open door policy for his small office and had asked the last student out to leave the door open in case anyone had questions. He would rather see a student coming before being broken from his concentration by a knock.
"Varangian, you see, can tell us a great deal of what happened in the past in only a few short symbols called 'futharks'. This one here, for instance, tells of 11th-centry Swedish warriors who died in the Land of the Lombards, or Langbardoland as it was called back then. We now commonly refer to it as Italy of course." He placed the parchment back down on the table and stepped from around his desk, leaning against it in a pair of black dress pants with a blood red dress shirt covered by a similarly black vest. "Now you are all probably wondering as you venture into the world of runology 'What practical use does learning any of this have to me as a witch or wizard?'"
He stopped for a dramatic pause, his eyes darting this way and that at the few members of his small class who had elected to take his course. Reaching back, he lifted the small redwood wand with unicorn core from his desk and held it horizontally for all to see.
"Runes can be inscribed onto anything and, given the correct string of characters, can imbue power into an item. Hogwarts students are primarily taught Germanic runes. Now to activate a rune once inscribed, you say 'venenate'." A light flash of green emitted from the runes that adorned the length of the redwood magical item and soon faded. "There are two prevailing principles for how runes are charged: battery theory and self-regeneration. Battery says that runes have power at the time of their casting and must be recharged to be used again. Self-regenerating states that the rune will become self-perpetuating until the inscription itself is changed." His opposite hand raised to draw an imaginary underline across the runes. "This one here is self-regenerating and its meaning is "longevity". No matter what manner of spell I use or what trauma comes to this particular wand nothing shall break it. Very useful given our primary means of casting spells is done through a medium such as this. You would hate to lose such an instrument during an altercation."
The afternoon bell gonged over the stale afternoon air, signaling change of classes. Fortunately, or unfortunately, this left Felias with a few hours before his next class would arrive. Not many had elected to take ancient runes, instead venturing more toward arithmancy and divination.
"Chapters one and two by tomorrow", Felias stated while he reached and held the Rune Dictionary (3rd edition) aloft for all to see. "Quiz Friday. Make sure you study." By then all ten of his first years left the room, leaving him alone in a quiet classroom dimly lit by candelabra and sunlight streaming in through an open window. He sat the book down and walked about his desk to sit behind the behemoth oaken table, scrawling down notes on how his students seemed to receive the information and how to better maintain their attention. It had not escaped him that a few had started to fall asleep toward the middle. He was still learning as a teacher how to hold their interests and this was the best way he knew how. He adopted an open door policy for his small office and had asked the last student out to leave the door open in case anyone had questions. He would rather see a student coming before being broken from his concentration by a knock.
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