Intro Anselm prt. 3

“I don’t think so,” Arminius answered. “You are a wizard the likes of which I have never encountered. You are at least as powerful as me, but I have nowhere near your skill or detail.” Anselm quietly bowed his thanks. “Do you have anything to say Mira?”

        “Yeah, if you don’t hire him you’ve gone crazy.” Mira sassed. “Anselm,” Mira looked him in the eye. “If you can do all this without apparent effort, then I look forward to seeing the things you consider hard.”

        “Thank you, Professor Valithiano. . .”

        “Don’t call me that please,” Mira interrupted. “If we’re going to work together you should start calling me Mira.”

        “Hold on a moment,” Arminius interjected. “I don’t remember hiring Mr. Falioth.”

        “If I may, Principal Traffurd,” Anselm replied. “I am the most qualified applicant you have received. I’m likely the best magic theorist your school will have for many years. Short of an inability to write a charms curriculum there is nothing to stop you from hiring me.” Anselm paused to allow Arminius a word, but he didn’t say anything. “We also both know I’ve already started drafting a curriculum for charms because I sent you my draft so far. It is still, of course, your decision. But you had made that decision the moment I transfigured that block of wood. Am I correct?”

        Arminius let forth a ringing laugh. “I had almost forgotten that you were a noble.” He smiled. “Your politics are spot on. I think I’m starting to like you already. You have the job.”

        “Thank you Principal Traffurd, I accept your offer.”

Intro Anselm prt. 2

For the next two hours the two wizards stayed locked in conversation. For each question Arminius gave, Anselm returned a detailed answer, often adding gestures to expound upon small variances in theories. When Arminius began to use elvish, Anselm replied in kind without a moment’s hesitation. As they went on, Anselm began to expound upon small variances which Arminius had only been vaguely aware of. Soon, Arminius was so intrigued by the sheer minutia of Anselm’s knowledge that the principal left off asking questions and listened with rapt attention to the theorist’s explanations.

        They might have gone on indefinitely had Mira not entered the office.

Anselm rose and twisted in fluid motion. He bowed with a flourish. “Good afternoon, milady. Am I correct in supposing that you are Mira Valithiano professor of transfiguration?”

        “Well, yes. And you’re Anselm.” He gave a nod. “What are you two up to?”

        Arminius answered from his desk. “I was just listening to Anselm expounding on Greacus’s theory on psychic barriers. So, I suppose your interruption is perfectly timed.” Arminius rose and looked at Anselm. “We’d best move on to the next part of your interview.”

        “I look forward to the challenge.”

        “I’m coming along,” Mira chimed in. “I’d like to see how this goes.” Anselm raised his eyebrow, but said nothing.

        The three made their way to the classrooms on the lower level of the East wing. It was a short way, but that did not stop Mira from inquiring after Anselm’s artistic sense. As it would happen the applicant had a small wealth of artistic knowledge from his experience in high society. Mira was very pleased to discover this facet of Anselm, and for his part Anselm endeared Mira to him somewhat. Then they arrived at what would be Mira’s class room. Set at the center of the open room was a table laid with several items.

        Arminius strode up beside the table. “This shall be your next trial. I’d like you to identify the items on the table.” This was Principal Traffurd’s chance to see if Anselm’s spellcraft was as impressive as his resume would suggest. Mira also approached the table to see Anselm in action. Anselm, for his part, looked skeptically at Arminius; but, without a word he approached the table.

        Lowering his glasses, Anselm Falioth gazed down at the first object, a ball of bronze wire. He lifted it in his hand. “This is a duelist sphere. It is enchanted to collide with a target and deliver a slight jolt. They are used to train evasion techniques.”  He shifted over to stand in front of the next item. The item was a paintbrush. After a minute scrutinizing it closely through his glasses, Anselm set it back down. “This one is not enchanted at all.” He glanced at Mira and Arminius. “It has however picked up a large amount of essence residue making it look enchanted. I expect it belongs to you Professor Valithiano, the handle seems about the right fit for you.

        “Well spotted.” Was Mira’s only comment. Arminius said nothing.

        Anselm continued in his trial. The next item was a small red bloodstone. This one Anselm held before his eyes, twisting it in the light and giving it an experimental toss or two. “This is an atronach stone,” he squinted, “correction, this was an atronach stone. It hasn’t been useful for several years. It is also old, so old it is beyond refurbishing. It is now completely useless.” He set it back down. “It was for an elemental atronach. Based on the color of the stone one would expect a flame atronach. However, the enchantment is for a wind atronach.” Arminius made a non-committal sound. Anselm picked up the final item at the end of the table.

        He rolled the inkwell pen between his fingers. “This was recently enchanted. Within the last few weeks I’d say. It writes diction, that much is clear but there is something else.” Anselm raised it to eye level. “A mental link, in order to alter formatting. I imagine this would be very helpful in filling out forms.”

        Mira let out a low whistle. “You are good.”

        “Indeed,” Arminius concurred, even though he was disappointed not to see any of Anselm’s spellcraft. “You did it as fast as anyone, but you didn’t use a wand.” He made eye contact with Anselm. “How did you do it?”

        Anselm pushed up his glasses and tapped the side of the frame. “I have an enchantment on my glasses. I can selectively see spellcraft. This allowed me to read the enchantments.”

        Arminius nodded. “Impressive.” Mira shook her head, but did not say anything. Anselm had performed above any expectation, doing more without a wand than most did with a wand.

        The principal turned to the door. “There is one more thing I’d like to see today. A brief demonstration of your abilities.” He led the way to a door at the far end of the classroom. “Right this way,” he said as he led out into the courtyard.

        “I fear Principal Traffurd does not approve of my methods.” Anselm confided in Mira.

        “He approves plenty,” Mira replied. “He was just expecting to see your spellcraft. Personally, I think your way was more impressive than using spellcraft.”

        “Thank you, I appreciate your kindness Professor Valithiano.” With that Anselm exited to the courtyard followed by Mira.

        “A quick test of your transmutations.” He pointed at a block of wood on the paving stones. “”Transmute that into a brick.”

        Anselm politely nodded and drew from his suit a pale slender piece of wood with a curve at the mythril bound handle. He pointed the end of the rose wand at the indicated piece of wood. Arminius blinked and leaned forward. Anselm had indeed transmuted the block into a clay brick, but he had also altered it to the correct size. However, what really impressed Arminius was the sheer speed of the spells. There had been no visual process, no changing, nor any shrinking. The wood block simply was a brick now, no transition at all. Arminius could perform such spellwork, but it was enough to dispel his disappointment.

        Anselm held his wand loosely in his hand in a ready position at chest level. “What else would you like me to demonstrate?”

        This brought Arminius out of his daze. “Yes, I wish to see your conjuration.”

        “What did you have in mind?” Anselm inquired.

        “Something practical,” He paused. “A cloak, conjure a cloak.”

        In perfect form, Anselm raised his hands over his head and brought them down with a decided swish. A brown hooded cloak fluttered into existence in front of them. Anselm caught it and passed it to Arminius. It was of high quality, made of wool and had an emerald green trim running along the bottom. An impressive object for such a short notice conjuration. “I’m impressed. Outside of my teachers, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a quick conjuration have so much quality. I’m sure your enchanting is phenomenal.” He gave Anselm a quick smile. “But how about showing me an animation.” Arminius thought a moment. “Any ideas Mira?”

        Mira had been standing back, watching and studying Anselm’s technique. She responded by saying “Have it go around the courtyard and then fold itself.”

        “Two in one,” Arminius raised his eyebrows. “Are you up to it?” He asked of Anselm.

        In answer, Anselm flicked his wand at the cloak. It went up from Arminius’s hands, and walked a circuit of the courtyard using its corners as feet. Mira and Arminius looked on with interest as the cloak stopped in front of Anselm and collapsed into a neat square of folded fabric. “Will there be anything else?” Anselm modestly asked.

        Both Mira and Arminius took this moment to evaluate Anselm. He was still slouching, and wore a polite small smile of satisfaction in his work. Each of his spells he had undertaken in a very matter-of-fact way. Mira concluded that Anselm held no pride in his power. Arminius concluded that Anselm enjoyed a challenge to his prowess. 

Intro Anselm prt. 1

        A coach pulled up to the manor and deposited its passenger. The man had never been to Ithalreal before, as other job applicants had, but rather had arrived just that day for an interview with the principal. He wore a casual tweed suit, slouches, and had brown, floppy hair; he was a stark contrast to the others who had come before. After tipping the driver an unusually large amount of money, he strolled up to the door, seemingly in deep thought, his mouth moving in unspoken words. He rang the bell politely.

        Arminius heard the doorbell, and began to prepare his office to interview the new applicant. He looked back over Anselm’s resume to refresh his memory. The gentleman’s name was Anselm Falioth, he was from a wizard family, a noble family at that. Anselm was trained at the Valio School, and was a wand maker. This last part, Anselm being a wand maker, was the real reason for even considering this late applicant. Wand makers were few, and all of them were expert magic theorists, a fine addition to any wizarding school. Arminius hurriedly stowed the resume away in its file, and positioned himself at his desk ready to make an impression. As much as it was an interview, it was also, to Arminius’s mind, a recruitment.

        There was a polite knock at the door, to which Arminius said “enter,” as he rose to greet Anselm. The housekeeper ushered Anselm in, and Arminius was taken aback at Anselm’s appearance: modest clothes, wire-rimmed glasses, an unremarkable bowtie, and the one piece of expense was nothing more than a mythril chain, presumably attached to a pocket watch. Then Arminius noticed his mannerisms and was again surprised; he was quite tall yet walked with a slouch, had large hands yet held them delicately together, his hair was neat but not immaculate, and yet despite these things, his eyes were quick and left the impression of seeing every detail. Arminius revealed neither reactions. The two shook hands.

        “Good morning Mr. Falioth, how are you this fine day?” Arminius said.

        “Good morning indeed, Principal Traffurd. It is a pleasure to be here, the front grounds are works of art, I can think of few places else I would prefer to be.” Anselm courteously replied.

        Arminius hesitated, still unsure of what to make of this modestly dressed and nobly spoken individual. Anselm perceived the hesitation and glided over it with professional form.

        “I found especially pleasing the attention to detail in the restoration which is underway, it speaks highly of your abilities as an administrator.”

        “Thank you,” Arminius said, thankful for Anselm’s evading an awkward pause. “Please have a seat, we’ll begin at once.”

        Anselm acquiesced with a nod, and lowered himself into a chair.

        “I, of course, reviewed your resume. Tell me more about your position on Valio’s demonstration team.” Arminius began.

        “My position on the demonstration team was mostly dedicated to solo performances. In part because of Valio’s minute student body. The other part being my background and training as a noble. Few outside of those circles have received the same training in etiquette and poise.”

        “I see.” Arminius had hoped that he would reveal some idea of his skill as a wizard. “Most of the questions I would ask you, you have already answered in your letters and resume. Except for one. Why would you want to teach? You’re qualified as a magic theorist, and you’re a wand maker.”

        “Wand making is more of an art than a repeatable craft. I would find myself short of ideas before much time had elapsed.” Anselm took a breath. “As for leaving a career in magic theory, that reason is of a personal nature.” He straightened his glasses. “My desire to teach stems from my wish to share my understanding of wizardry. From the elemental barriers, to emotional transference and mental depositing. I have possessed innate prowess in wizardry from the beginnings of my training and I would want that ability reinvested into other wizards.”

        Arminius nodded. He had guessed as much about Anselm. Though, he did still wonder about Anselm’s wizardry. “Would you mind my asking a few questions to establish your ability to explain theory?” Anselm gave a slight bow of acceptance.