<div class="floatleft">(http://i1316.photobucket.com/albums/t604/lesterthejester/DHeart_zps4814cb66.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Devin "D" Heart<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Witches Of Robichaux's<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dinning Room.<br/><strong>When: </strong>20th of July, 10:15 am .<br/><hr/><br/>Devin listen as Delia lectured. He wondered briefly if her being upset by his tardiness was going to affect how she was going to act towards him in futures trials. She recited the bible quote she had used before and he wondered if there was some sort of clue in her words or hint that would help or if it was her mantra of self empowerment. Either way it wasn't much help now. He wasn't going to voluntarily try to go inside Cordelia's head and find out how she trasmutate but he did have half a mind to try to peak into their other teachers head who still lingered in the room. It wasn't cheating, the task was to transmutate, by any means necessary by using the objects and books in the room. Well Devin's powers of clairvoyance reached outside as well as inside the room. It's not his fault that he can read people's thoughts and know things about people he shouldn't, but if he was cursed with this ability than he will use it to his advantage. Their is basically no known way of actually knowing if someone's been peaking around in your head unless they left a trace or was being to obvious about it. Still the thought still irked him that it would be considered cheating and decided he'd use his powers if he had no other choice and time was running out. He couldn't fathom anyone even maybe Delia would know that he popped in their minds for a moment or two to hear their thoughts and find out some information. He didn't on a daily bases and no one ever mentioned it. Hell only four people, well, now three people in the room could possibly know that he could read minds in the first place. Devin shook his head and decided he will try the books to figure it out, but still the possibility of him using his powers was rising higher and higher every passing second.<br/><br/>D scooted his chair back silently as he could and stood from his seat. He noticed that Theodore had decided to take it upon himself to take quite a few books on the shelf. He remembered some books that Theodore let him borrow about the trials and the seven wonders. Mostly they were about the history and warnings about each trial or each of the wonders but none of them were a how to "Book of Shadows" guide. He knew that you had to believe in yourself and know mentally and most times visually where you'd like to move too, but the process was somehow unexplained. Theodore, while giving one of his rare magick lessons often explained that magick is made up of energy and the reason why witches are able to do magick and often so well is because they can channel and manipulate energy easier at a fast rate. Most powerful witches can channel and manipulate massive amounts of energy with a mere thought that preforming such tasks such as creating fire or transmuting is effortless. New witches or young witches grow in power by natural talent and or by practicing a bunch and expanding themselves. Magick can be like a muscle or an ocean. Sometimes it felt to Devin at least that his magick was like a faucet. A never ending use of magick and only by using a muscle would help stop it. So if that being said, maybe all D needed to do was concentrate on his energy and when he had a hold of it. Try to make force it into another place? Picture it appearing in a different room? He couldn't fathom how that would be dangerous. Maybe each witch transmutate their own way. This was confusing.<br/><br/>D couldn't help but to glance around the room at different objects and shapes. Cordelia had said that certain objects in the room could help the process or learning, but he couldn't understand how. You're supposed to do it yourself, not use a crystal or potions to help it along. Hm. Devin kind of stood their awkwardly lost in his thoughts and thankfully not someone else's. He crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot on the ground impatiently at himself. Only a few minutes went by, but he didn't like nor want to be timed for doing a difficult task. He had an itch at the back of his mind wanting to let his powers go and soak up all the knowledge of the witches around him. But he continued to hold back. For now.  He glanced over at Theodore, wondering how he hadn't already vanished. Theodore was always a very powerful and confident witch in D's eyes. He couldn't be bad at something, he's on the council. Devin hadn't realized that he was staring giving accidental sad eyes at Theodore. He began to pace a small distance, after pushing in his chair. His pacing was three chair lengths as he was going to spend a few minutes pondering hypothesis on how to do it. He wasn't going to try anything. After reading the gore-y tales on what happened to witches that could transmutate but ended up trapped in a well of impaled by a tree. He thought his it was safe to give all idea a proper thought before trying anything, he didn't want to die, especially not now, during a stupid trial.