Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Nov 5, 2007 15:32:33 GMT -5
Kerridon nodded to himself at the Professor's introduction to the lesson. It seemed as though it would be interesting. He swapped quills when she asked them to, understanding the logic in this for other, inexperienced students ut sure he wouldn't make such mistakes himself. At first he did not move at her instructions, thinking himself to be far enough to the left anyway. However, when D'rorah changed places he realised he had mistaken his left to her right.
Picking up his things, he followed D'rorah to the other desks at the front, shaking his head at himself in amazement. He hadn't made that sort of mistake in years. Perhaps changing quills was a good idea.
Hearing the foreign boy's question aimed at the teacher, Kerridon decided to help him out. There was no harm in appearing to be a helpful, intelligent Ravenclaw who was offering some friendly information to a fellow student. The professor didn't seem to have a particularly friendly nature, and not only was D'rorah in this room, but at least two other lightfighters he had been told about and recognised - Wysteria Edwin and Alessandro Darko. He needed to offer a good first impression to these people if he was to succeed in the assignment tasked to him by the Shadow Mage.
"Yes, NEWTs are the exams 7th years take, but one starts studying for them in 6th year. You are over here." Kerridon gestured to the desks he was heading to, wondering with slight amusement (all completely hidden behind a concerned mask) whether the boy would understand his overly formal speech. Then again, it might even make it easier for him. Having always found languages easy, Kerridon wouldn't know what was easier to understand for someone struggling in a new country.
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Post by jacques on Nov 5, 2007 16:15:18 GMT -5
Jacques stood up fluidly at the teacher's instructions, stuffing his book in his back, and moved up a row, sitting at the edge of the bench, by a window, near a boy and girl Ravenclaw. Sitting back down, he took out another notebook, flipping it to a blank page, and dug his hawk feather quill out of his bag. He jotted down a few quick notes, a slightly unconcerned look on his dark face. The class looked interesting, but he needn't show it, just kept a calm head. The teacher seemed..up-tight, bossy, and to the point.
Once he had finished with his notes, he looked longingly out the window, at the lake, a long, slimy tenticle reaching out of it, sending ripples in all directions. Then he scanned the dark forest, remembering that night a few days ago, and his curiousty mounted. His foot tapped gently on the ground, making a quiet, ticking noise, loud enough if it was completely quiet. It wasn't that he was impatient, he could wait for hours, he was just, engergetic at the moment.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Nov 5, 2007 20:35:36 GMT -5
Wysteria scribbled a few notes as Janet explained what Ancient Runes was to be used for in their class. She had always enjoyed the subject and was anxious to begin her NEWT-level studies. When she rearranged them, she noticed Alessandro not being entirely happy about being seated near the back. Wyst gave him a small sympathetic shrug before walking a few seats over between D'rorah and Zane. She felt it wouldn't be very prudent to try and show she was avoiding him by walking all the way around and find a seat further away from him. Wyst looked over at her fellow NEWT students and gave them a small smile. She took out her notes from the past couple of years, deciding they would probably start with some review. She tapped her fingers lightly on the desk, still feeling a bit nervous being next to Zane but refusing to admit to her discomfort and thinking it would be akin to weakness should she not be able to sit next to him.
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Post by janet on Nov 5, 2007 21:18:15 GMT -5
Janet was happy to see her students scurrying about to place themselves in the correct positions in the classroom. Alessandro seemed rather uncomfortable with the situation, making a small hissy fit in the back. She gave him a stern look before returning her gaze to the rest of the class. As Sebastien approached her and explained that he didn't know about their NEWT exams, she picked up on the French accent. Her mind quickly flipped open to the information she had read about him. He hadn't learned Ancient Runes at his school, unfortunately, which would mean he would be with the first and second year students. At least Ariana would be with him, though. She opened her mouth to respond when Kerridon answered for her.
Janet turned slowly, dangerously to Kerridon as her face went into an icy stare. She looked at him for a few seconds with penetrating dark eyes before saying, "Excuse me, is your name 'professor'? I don't believe so. It's best to be completey sure you know the correct answer before opening your mouth Mister Paradox." She said before turning her back on him and addressing Sebastien.
"Since you haven't had Anciet Runes in your school you will not be able to keep up with the NEWT-level students. Ariana is in a similar position, so you both will be studying with the first and second years," she said crisply but not in an unkind manner, indicating the first and second year group.
"The rest of you, please settle in to your seats, we shall begin shortly," Professor Choi said, addressing the rest of the class.
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Post by darko2 on Nov 6, 2007 0:26:24 GMT -5
He looked first at the Ravenclaw boy whom had interjected prior to Professor Choi speaking up. Sebastien cocked his head to the right as he scrutinized this overzealous student. He seemed to be speaking overly formal and slower than normal speech, like he was unable to understand. He narrowed his eyes at Kerridon, immediately not liking this first impression of the house of Ravenclaw.
Then, Professor Choi cut in. She chastised Kerridon for answering without being questioned, and Sebastien let a smile flicker across his face and then repressed it quickly. She explained to him that he would be with the first years since he had not taken this class at Beauxbatons. He had no qualms with that as he was not ready to plunge himself in at exam level. He nodded respectfully to Professor Choi without saying a word.
He collected his things and brushed past Kerridon. "Je ne suis pas lent, je peux comprendre l'anglais, idiot.." He muttered under his breath and took a seat with his designated group.
He looked over and saw a younger Ravenclaw boy, with long dark hair, flicking violently through his book, it seemed as though he was a bit perturbed at this new seating arrangement. He smiled to himself and shook his head, somewhat amused at the younger boys frustration.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 6, 2007 1:20:10 GMT -5
The smile, mostly sincere, was allowed to form on Zee's face as D'rorah acknowledged him. He had never seen her in a classroom setting before, but strongly suspected that she would say little unless given an opportunity to answer a question, which she may take or let pass by thinking it was perhaps too easy a question. She would sit there, taking exquisite notes and remaining oblivious, at least by all appearances, to the less focused students about her. This is what he expected from D'rorah, what he genuinely thought he would see. That sharp wit she had turned upon him on occasion outside of classes would not likely make an appearance in his estimation. On the one hand, it was a pity. While he certainly respected her ability to so focus, he found the strictly business version of Ms. Philosophy rather boring. On the flip-side though, she was also mostly predictable, which was certainly more than he could say for the other prefect now moving to sit between him and D'rorah.
Zee fought to keep the smile on his face. It diminished though, becoming a more internal thing, as if he were smiling at some pleasant memory rather than from the introduction of a welcomed presence. While he was, as ever, pleased to be near Wysteria, he still felt a rather tumultuous mixture of emotions as she sat down. The confusion from the previous night's rendezvous' abrupt end lingered, and now the simmering rage he felt at her greeting of Alessandro served to inject a healthy dose of resentment to counterbalance his enjoyment of her presence.
Of course for all you know they're brother and sister. They could be from a broken family and thus have different surnames. You are hardly being rational you know. About any of this. Not only are you allowing emotion to blind you, you're also letting contrasting emotions to effectively cripple you. You can't even bring yourself to look at her. This is pathetic. You're acting just like any other teenager now. You're better than this. Where is your control?
Zee was immensely glad of the distraction as the professor went off in her controlled, cold way on some Ravenclaw he hadn't met, apparently for trying to help. Yes, he doubted his charm would get him anywhere in this class. He didn't terribly mind having to rely on his intellect to carry him through as he was confident it was more than sufficient, but honestly he could have remained at home and studied if he'd merely wanted to learn academically. It was a chance to observe his fellow students at least. And observe he did.
He smirked as the new student brushed past the Ravenclaw muttering something in French Zee didn't understand. The final word was clear however and the tone unmistakable. Zee liked this new student. That did not however prevent him from thinking derogatory thoughts concerning his intelligence if he was a sixth or seventh year being sent to sit with the first years. After all, Zee hadn't gone to Hogwarts until this year and he had no doubt he was on par with all the other NEWT prepping students in Ancient Rune knowledge, with the possible exception of D'rorah.
As the transfer student walked away Zee's eyes followed him, but only so that they could look towards Wysteria and then focus on her. Trying to catch her eye briefly, Zee smiled a little uncertainly and mouthed "hi." She seemed to generally react more favorably to his looks that showed less confidence than those stunning smiles he often flashed. Besides, with the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings swirling within him, he wasn't sure he could manage one of them anyway.
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Post by janet on Nov 6, 2007 2:44:34 GMT -5
Janet saw that most students had settled into their respective corners and decided it was high time to begin the lesson. She took out her wand once again and silently made a large piece of parchment with the words "Professor Choi's Rules" at the top and a list with writing large enough for the whole class to see.
"Rule number one: Don't be late. Number two: Turn in assignments on time. Number three: No talking while I am speaking. Number four: Any breach of the first three rules will result in detention," she said in her brisk voice. She waved her hand almost imperceptibly and the parchment vanished. "If you need more instructions on how to conduct yourself in a classroom I suggest going to a preschool so you will learn proper manners. Obviously you can infer from these rules that I do not accept late work. Assignments may be given an extension in extreme circumstances. Extreme being death of a relative or severe illness. I do not tolerate disrespect of any sort in my classroom or outside of it."
Janet took a few steps back and leaned on the front edge of her desk. "There, now the boring part is over. You'll see on each desk I have placed a purple bag of runic stones. These are from my personal storage so please leave them here at the end of class. All levels find find use from them. It allows one to physically work with the runic symbols and rearrange them much quicker than on parchment." Janet reached behind her and grabbed a large stack of parchment that was laying on top of her desk and began to walk toward the group of first and second year students, plus the two seventh years.
"First years, I've given you a study sheet containing the runic alphabet and your reading assignments for the week. For the second years I have some review sheets so I can see what level you are on. I encourage you to work ALONE, or else I won't learn anything from these aptitude tests," she said, handing the out the parchment to the second years. "The same goes for the third and fourth years and OWL students as well," she said, heading toward the back and quickly handing out the respective pieces of parchment to each level. As she headed toward the front, she still had a few more sheets left. Her expression had been stern for most of the distribution, but as she turned toward her NEWT students, a very small smile pricked the corner of her mouth.
"For my NEWT students, you obviously have shown remarkable promise as Rune scholars as I only accept Outstandings into this level. However, our little exception with Mister Bishop came with a very high recommendation from his father," she said, taking her gaze over to Zane for a few moments. "I still recommend caution with the translations I am about to give you. For the love of Merlin don't speak them aloud," she said, rolling her eyes a bit, "My seventh year a very foolish boy made it rain in the classroom for two hours when he spoke an entire enchantment aloud. Janet had a sour look on her face as she recalled the memory, sifting through her stack of translations.
"Now, let's have you work in pairs since the work I'm giving you is quite difficult. But...if I do say so myself, much more interesting than the stuff you may have encountered before. Keep an eye out for codes, encryptions and cyphers. You may use any of the lexicons on the shelf over there," she said, indicating a small bookshelf to the side of the room. "Only use that shelf. That goes for the OWL students as well," she said, raising her voice a bit to reach to the back of the room. "You've only been given review translations today but when we get into cyphers for the OWL students, that's the shelf you'll use." She gave a meaningful look to her OWL and NEWT students, hoping they would understand that nay meandering through her personal collection would be abhorent. Janet then lowered her voice so only her NEWT students could hear her, allowing the other students to work on their review sheets uninterrupted.
"Let's have you work in pairs. Hm... it appears he have an odd number though. Miss Philosophy, you are a seventh year and much more advanced so would you mind working alone? I'll have Mister Kerridon and Mister Broken pair up. Mister Bishop and Miss Edwin shall be the other pair," she said, handing the translations to each of them in her business-like manner. "Each of them are different, so you won't have to worry about needing the same lexicons. Let me know if you have any problems with the translations," she said, then paused and added with a small clench of her jaw, "I mean MAJOR problems, not something that could be solved with a trip to the library and looking at another transcription of the material." Janet then turned and made her way back to the front of the class, her robes swishing behind her as she walked briskly to her desk.
"Now, for the first years I'll explain the basics and then let you work on your small worksheet for a bit before I lecture the higher levels." Janet cleared her throat and summoned a floating Runic alphabet out of thin air.
"This is the Elder Futhark alphabet. The most commonly used and seen Runic alphabet in the world. Others include Younger Futhark, Messapic, Etruscan. Runes were used to write many languages including, Gothic, German, Frisian, Lithuanian, Russian, Hebrew and other Semitic languages (due to trade relations with the Khazars, a Semitic tribe of traders of the Silk Road). The runes might be read from left to right or from right to left, even on the same artifact. Translation of runic inscriptions is therefore extremely difficult, and complicated by the fact that rune masters sometimes wrote cryptic puzzles or in secret script. Janet then conjured a few examples of runic writings for the first years.
"Runes were often carves into magical objects that would endow them with a certain enchantment for ages on end. Examples are the Mirror of Erised and any penseive you've ever laid eyes on. However, I will not ask you to translate actual historical texts that are too difficult. For now you will simply be learning the symbols and their corresponding letters and translate simple English phrases. I've given you the corresponding letters on your worksheet." Janet said, indicating the parchment she had given them earlier. She then went behind her desk and began her translation work again, assuming the beginners knew well enough to begin their simple assignment.
"If you have questions, do not interrupt the class be speaking aloud from your desk. Come up close to the front to address me so the other students may have relative quiet," Janet said, her head down and focused once again on the translation at her desk.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
Posts: 317
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Nov 6, 2007 3:09:53 GMT -5
A shadow of anger passed across Kerridon's face when he was rebuked by the professor, but he quickly cleared his expression.
"Je ne suis pas lent, je peux comprendre l'anglais, idiot..." the apparently French boy muttered as he walked past to where he should be sitting.
"Then you are the idiot, as I was only trying to help. This is how I always speak - I would not make allowances simply so you are able to understand easier," he replied in French, having taken an immediate disliking for the boy. He had been taught to speak proper English, not this slang that all other teenagers seemed to speak. He appreciated the intricate structures of each and every language, and stuck to them rigidly.
He moved to a seat near D'rorah and Wysteria, where there were two other students, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, whom he didn't know.
As Professor Choi began speaking again, he knew a grudge had been formed within him. She would get no mercy if the Shadow Mage ever requested him to remove her from the school. This time it was a small smile that flickered across his face.
The rules she expressed he had no problem with, and frankly he would not expect any less himself if he were the teacher. He nodded to Mister Broken when they were partnered and immediately began studying the runes they had been given. It would be a challenge, but no way near as challenging as some of the other translations he had set himself when bored.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Nov 6, 2007 16:52:52 GMT -5
Wysteria had not quite made up her mind about the professor. While she appreciated the no-nonsense attitude, she was wondering how harsh her grading policy would be. She made a mental note to have D'rorah look over her more difficult homeworks when she had the time. As Zane gave her a small soundless "hi", she made a small waving motion back to him with a small smile. Yes things were different in the daylight. She hadn't spoken to anyone about their late night rendez-vous, and so to everyone else it would appear they should never have met, except for a brief conversation by the lake. It was strange to be the only person aware of the tension in the air and not even having Alessandro or D'rorah know there might be some unresolved...things...between Zane and herself.
As Janet paired the two of them up, Wyst's eyes widened slightly in surprise. She had assumed they would be working alone on a review sheet similar to the ones the other students were now busying themselves with. She glanced over the parchment that Janet had given Zane and her, noticing that is was in normal Elder Futhark...with a few Etruscan lines at the bottom. Perhaps in addendum made by the person who had transcribed the material.
"Well, looks like we've got our work cut out for us," she whispered quietly to Zane as she skimmed over the long parchment. "This Etruscan bit here...makes me think this isn't the part of the original. Which leads me to believe that if someone edited the last bit or added something to it, they've probably added in more coding and maybe even switched to another language for the Futhark bit. Which means..." Wysteria flipped through a few notes in her book and stopped on a small page with a list of books. "Ok...I think we should just look at the Etruscan-style encryptions for now. See if we recognize any patterns and then go from there. Work backwards, in a sense," she said, giving Zane a small smile before getting up from her chair and walking over to the shelf Janet had indicated. She grabbed a large dark drown volume and set it down between herself and Zane as she settled back into her chair.
"This should be interesting," Wyst said, glancing at Zane for a moment as she opened the lexicon and began working through their translations. "Let me know if you see anything worth noting. I'll be looking for basic signs of transposition...it seemed to be a popular method during that time." Her tone was very business-like, but Wyst was sure he could barely move the air was so thick with the things she thought and didn't speak. You force me to sift through emotions and thoughts that distract me greatly. Don't you know it's taken me years to keep my strong feelings in check? You are ruining everything...
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 6, 2007 18:50:39 GMT -5
No reaction was forthcoming from the Slytherin as Professor Choi commented on his lack of real credentials for the class. He did not appreciate the perceived insinuation that he had gotten into the NEWT level class on his name rather than on his studious nature and sharp mind. No cocky smile broke through his stoic features as this would likely only reinforce the idea in the heads of others that he didn't truly deserve to be in that class. He was certainly not about to show his displeasure of course, though his ears did redden the most infinitesimal amount possible. It did however amuse him that he could get any recommendation he wished out of his father, and not because he was some spoiled purebred brat. Ah, the wonders of the Imperius curse.
An immensely pleased smile did show itself when the professor partnered him with Wysteria. While his uncertainty regarding everything that had to do with the girl gave him some trepidation, he certainly didn't wish her paired up with one of the other two boys in their age group. Besides, where as just minutes ago she had been sitting beside Alessandro, she was now directly next to him and would be working with him. Zee hazarded a glance behind him to the rear of the room and noted, with no small amount of smug pleasure, that Alessandro was looking rather bitter. That was kept from showing on his face however. He doubted it would win him favor with anyone.
He turned to face his partner, his smile dimming somewhat as the uncertainty threatened to overwhelm all the positive things he felt. Nodding along as she went on about their assignment. Her whispering made him think of when he'd been incapable of giving much voice to his attempt to get her to stay with him in the tower the previous night. This did not help. His smile faded, his expression becoming unreadable. He registered her words just barely and continued to watch her as she stepped away to retrieve the needed book.
And now you can't stop looking at her. Great. That's certainly an improvement. Idiot. What's the matter with you? What's so special about this girl that has you so cripplingly entranced?
His own biting sarcasm managed to break his focus on her before she turned to make her way back to her seat. Placing his right elbow on the desk, Zee leaned his forehead against his open palm, looking off in front of him at nothing in particular. His eyes alone turned to her as she spoke again and this time he didn't even nod, simply glanced at the parchment they were to translate, from that to the open tome, then to the blank desk before him.
He rummaged briefly in his pack and set a blank scroll and an ink bottle on the desk. Dipping his quill in the ink, Zee went about the work with seeming focus. In truth his mind was far from the subject, paying only enough attention to work through the various meanings. His eyes darted between the book and the parchment every few seconds. It was not as simple as he'd expected, but he was familiar with most of the Old Italic symbols that lined the bottom of the page.
After a few brief minutes of work he looked up at the ceiling, then back at his writing as if he were thinking hard about something. Several seconds later he lightly grazed Wysteria's forearm with the tip of one finger and slid the page in front of her like he wanted her to check his work. He thought it might seem odd that he hadn't spoken but he couldn't risk his voice cracking or coming out in a hoarse whisper, which he was sure it would given the dryness of his mouth and throat. Clearing it though would have betrayed his unease.
The paper he showed her had three possible translations he had worked out, but he was confident in those. What he truly wanted her to see was the gently flowing script below those that read in english, "Are you all right? Are you ashamed of me?"
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Nov 6, 2007 20:18:27 GMT -5
Wysteria worked deligently for several minutes, finding the beginning of the translation rather difficult. She had worked out a few possible code words in Futhark that made the passage seem like something relating to a military compaign. But without the codes...well...without the codes it appeared to be a diary entry from a young girl. She had just finished with a couple of passages that she thought might be a correct translation, albeit with some gaps missing, when she felt a brush on her forearm. She jumped a bit, noticing that Zane was showing her his work so far on the translation. She skimmed over it, noticing that she had picked up on a few things he didn't and vice versa. They would ned to do some more work on it...altogether their notes didn't quite make sense. Her eyes floated down to the bottom when she noticed the english below that was obviously not part of the translation
"Are you all right? Are you ashamed of me?"
Wysteria looked at the words for a few moments, blinking in shock. Was he really capable of writing something so vulnerable? She thought immediately that it was out of character for him...but then again maybe he just wanted to go on the least-confrontational route. She gave him a warm smile and wrote on the paper:
"I'm fine. Ashamed? Why would I be ashamed of you?"
She turned back to her own translation to keep up the appearances that they were still exchanging notes about the homework. But Wyst could not suppress the now slightly elevated heart rate awaiting his response.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 6, 2007 21:29:08 GMT -5
Zee's face scrunched up in slight irritation at the forced channel of communication. Typically he could use great animated language and emphasize certain points with his gestures and tone. Now he was forced to not only rely on the words alone, but also he couldn't very well write out an in depth explanation of his question. He actually would have preferred a long explanation from her, but brief textual messages or no, he wasn't likely to get one.
Working absently on the translation, Zee rolled his thoughts around in his mind, trying to come up with a brief response that wouldn't be pointless. He wasn't really making much progress with the work as his mind was devoted nearly fully to his confusing dilemma. He hadn't bothered to look at Wyst's notes, so even the work he did accomplish was quite possibly redundant.
After perhaps another two minutes he again slid the paper to her. Aside from his scant progress with the translation, it now also read "You seem more withdrawn than you've been with me since our first meeting in the tower. I almost get the impression you don't want others to know we've grown closer. I don't mean this in an accusing fashion."
He hated that he had to write the final line, but since there would be no tone to the words other than what she imagined as she read it, he wanted to make sure he wasn't misunderstood. He also cleared his throat and whispered to her, believing she'd understand that his ambiguous question actually had to do with her response to his very first question rather than any supposed corrections she'd made on his paper.
"You sure?"
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Nov 6, 2007 22:12:20 GMT -5
Wysteria was beginning to make some headway in the translation, seeing a few key words hidden int he text that made up the enchantment. The entire parchment did seem to be about a military battle, although the spell hidden within it she surmised had something to do with erecting a forcefield. She thought it a bit predictable to hide a runic spell like that in a passage about conquest, but she knew little about this period. As she heard Zane's quill scratching along the parchment next to her, she couldn't help wondering if he was working only on their assignment...or if he was forming another note to give to her. Wysteria glanced up and saw that Professor Choi was looking through her stacks for something and her back was turned to them. Wyst didn't want to risk being caught passing notes in class, least of all by this professor. She took Zane's piece of paper that he passed her discreetly, keeping her eyes on Professor Choi's back as she placed it on top of her own notes and began to read it.
"You seem more withdrawn than you've been with me since our first meeting in the tower. I almost get the impression you don't want others to know we've grown closer. I don't mean this in an accusing fashion."
Oh dear. Now, the option here was to either deny or lie. She had a very real reason for keeping their friendship discreet...but she surmised that it wasn't smart to appear not to know him at all.
"I guess I need to work on my politeness. I'm not trying to be cold, but I'd be lying if I said I was comfortable with what you implied when I mentioned how I couldn't produce a full patronus. I'm fine with other people knowing we're friends; I'm usually more friendly towards people I know. I was just a bit unsure how to act around you at the beginning of class.
Wyst wrote this while pausing several times, unsure how honest she should be to him. But she decided that it was best to just tell him straight out the gate what was going through her head....for the most part. It would stop him from interrogating her and possibly making her more uncomfortable in the situation. She slid the notes over to him, watching to make sure Professor Choi still wasn't looking in their direction. Since she wasn't paying attention to where her hand was going, she inadvertently slip hers over his in an attempt to get the note across. Wyst drew her hand away as slowly as she dared, not wanting him to think she meant it but hoping not to appear like she was repulsed with the idea of touching him. She didn't look at him as her hand returned to her parchment and she began making some small corrections to her translation.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 6, 2007 23:05:53 GMT -5
Largely ignoring D'rorah's thoughts toward him, he grimaced as he heard Professor Choi order them to shuffle about. Considering the NEWT students had received a spot at the front, he thought it was largely unfair for the fifth years to be stuck in the back, when they too had exams coming up that year. Slumping off the desk and heading further to the right to join both Susan and Alessandro, the latter of whom seemed to be expressing Dylan's own thoughts. Then again, given his current emotional state, it didn't matter to him too much where on earth he sat. When lessons were concerned, he generally managed to push past any negative feelings and proceed with his learning, but all he could manage right now was to regret the fact that they would most probably remain in this isolated corner for the rest of the year; something that would be of little help for their exams.
As if it were not enough that his last remaining father figure had recently died and his head had been bashed against a concrete pavement, his lack of food intake and consequentially low energy levels were having a slight toll on his concentration. Only faintly absorbing the professor's words, he rested his head back against the desk. Being in class and resting, he at least had a better chance of learning something than if he hadn't showed up at all. Using this theory, which of course he found multiple holes in, he closed his eyes against the slight headache that was increasing in intensity from Darko's disturbing movements.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 6, 2007 23:35:20 GMT -5
D'rorah took to herself, feeling somewhat relieved that she would not have to partner up to work on the exercise. She never had been one who was comfortable with the thought that her own grade might depend upon the work of another. She began going over the text provided, her quill inked with non-magical ink scratching quietly across the sheaves of her notebook parchment. Now that she had begun working, the rest of the class faded into the background from her mind. She focused solely on the text.
After several minutes, she rose from her seat and ventured to the bookshelf to choose an lexicon. She stood there for a moment, debating about which one to take, before selecting a heavy tome bound in red leather from the shelf and making her way back to her desk. She glanced around for a moment and, seeing nothing of particular interest, turned her full attention back to her work. She translated a section first before going back to look for hidden codes and meanings. She had found in previous dealings which similar texts that there were often many layers to be uncovered and she intended to find them all in the time she had. This sort of textual mystery was the very sort of thing her father's research had conditioned her for, and she found it absolutely enthralling.
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