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Post by parisnowan on Aug 5, 2008 15:33:31 GMT -5
As Paris took a seat, she caught ear of what her professor was saying to her. Well, there goes the thought of an easy class She thought to herself. Paris had not really suspected a teacher to be so proper in Divination, the class was usually considered easy and effortless; not that she had chosen the class because of it. Regardless of whether the material would be easy, she still had found the subject fascinating. But still...this Professor was not behaving as she had expected...
Her eyes dwindled on the pouch that the Professor was drawing her so called "rune" out of. How interesting...Paris herself had signed up for ancient runes herself and thought that perhaps this demonstration could give her more insight of what to expect from the class. She found herself actually quite curious of what she would get. She had to give the Professor credit, it was an unique way to begin class.
The Professor's choice and words in reaction triggered several thoughts in Paris' mind, “Ah, no surprise. Fehu, the rune of wealth. However, that wealth is often squandered.” "No surprise?" What was that supposed to mean? That all she was good for was money? Slight vexation filled Paris' mind. No, she probably had not meant to bring that point across, and the rune was strangely correct; she did come from a wealthy background and Paris knew it. Maybe this professor was just really good at Divination...But "often squandered"? What was that supposed to mean? Had she seen something in the future that she was warning Paris of?
Paris found herself getting slightly worked up but forced herself to stop. Oh, please, it doesn't mean anything, it's just a random drawing. she told herself. And her cool confidence was back once more. She listened as the Professor continued to speak. “If you would be so kind as to introduce yourself, young lady, I would like to make sure your rune gets noted down properly on my roster.” Paris detected a bit of disapproval, but paid it no mind. Her narcissistic smile returned once more and she rested her chin on the back of her palm, almost as if contemplating something. Her voice once more was cool and collected. "Of course. It's Nowan; Paris Nowan, Professor."
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Aug 5, 2008 16:29:21 GMT -5
It was not long after Bryan had seated himself and started to doodle that the woman was addressing him. He ceased drawing, turning his blue eyes to her form. He arched a brow when she spoke about drawing a rune for each of the students in the class. Bryan did not take Ancient Runes, nor did he know anything about the subject. So he watched in silence as she drew a rune from the bag and spoke briefly about it. Bryan shifted his sketchpad from the top of his desk, to jot down the information she had stated in his notes. Gebo, the rune of gifts and magic. With the arrival of another student, the Professor was soon turning her attention away from Bryan. As it was, the Gryffindor was unaware of the interest he had sparked in the woman with his own seer ability, an ability he was unaware of and chose to present itself at random times in his life, but currently it was quiet as he sat in the classroom.
Bryan glanced at the new comer to see it was Zane. The other boy caught Bryan’s gaze and gave him a slight nod, a greeting Bryan returned. However, past this single acknowledgement the boys did not give the other any more mind. Zane continued to speak to the Professor and Bryan turned his attention back to his sketchbook and continued the design he had been working on previously to the Professor’s speaking to him. As he sketched, Bryan kept an ear to the conversations in the room. As such he was aware as more students entered the room. He did not show any interest in them but continued to sketch, though listening with half an interest as the Professor assigned them runes.
As he darkened an area of his sketch, he made a note in his mind to go to the library and look up this Gebo rune. He didn’t know what it meant or why a rune that supposedly dwelt with gifts and magic would be assigned to him. Knowing he would not find an answer in the classroom currently, Bryan brushed the thought away from his mind and just continued to sketch while he waited for the class to finish filling and for Professor O’Neill to start the lesson.
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Post by Katherine Knightswood on Aug 5, 2008 19:33:53 GMT -5
Katherine climbed up the stairs to the Divinations classroom with interest and trepidation warring in her mind. She’d seen her Nana read Tarot and tea leaves with a good deal of accuracy, so she knew that while divination didn’t work all of the time, it worked often. But would it work for her? What if her Nana’s gift for tapping into the future just wasn’t in her? Katherine sighed as she took the last of the stairs. Well, whatever happened, at least she knew she’d be learning something. The Ravenclaw straightened out her bag, brushed an imagined piece of lint off her pristine uniform, and started to walk into the classroom.
Katherine nearly collided with the backlog of students piled up at the door. Startled, she recovered herself just in time with only a bit of a blush and no one the wiser to her blunder. She edged around the two older students, and waited her turn in line. She’d get a seat in front, after all. No one except the Ravenclaws ever seemed to want to sit there anyway. Katherine grinned at the thought and waited patiently.
Katherine looked at the blackboard while the other students made their way into the room. Wow, this teacher had two degrees? She didn’t look old enough to have done that! And just what was the MGA? A former Captain? It sounded like she was from the military or some such! Katherine listened with interest as the new Professor picked runes out of a green bag for the students in front of her. And she was going to get one as well? Oh, that would be interesting! Finally the backlog let up, and she stepped forward,
“Good morning, Professor.” She offered a hand to her teacher. “Katherine Marie Knightswood, Ravenclaw first year.” Katherine sighed. “Scuttlebutt has it that I’m the baby in the class this term.” She grinned sheepishly. “I’ll do my best to keep up, I promise.” The young woman took a seat, tucking her books under her chair and getting out note-taking materials. Katherine gently tucked her hip-length braid of black hair back over her left shoulder, and focused her blue eyes on the blackboard. She smiled at what she saw, and that smile grew wider when she saw the book pile on the teacher’s desk. “Oh, taking this class was such a good decision . . .” she muttered, half to herself.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 5, 2008 20:01:45 GMT -5
Alessandro said nothing in reply to Professor O'Neill's statement that her class would touch on some of the material covered in Professor D'Angelo's. He had base knowledge of runes himself, and felt that he could know more, so, he was taking Ancient Runes as well. To Alessandro, there was no form of magic that was less important, or looked down upon. It was all magic to him, and he would do his best to be a well-rounded wizard. The next thing he knew, students began to filter in left and right, the first of which, an older Hufflepuff boy that he hadn't met yet, was assigned the Laguz rune. It was very peculiar how the boy chose to sit at the opposite end of the classroom, farthest away from Alessandro. He crinkled his brow as he looked down at his desk, wondering why the boy had decided to take a seat so far away. Then the rune meaning popped into his head. Laguz. The Water Rune. His head quirked as he continued to stare at his desk, as if he was seeing something in it. Professor O'Neill had assigned him a Fire rune, and now this boy, a Water rune? What were the chances that this boy was the new Elemental Master of Water?
But Gat's... His thought trailed off as he pondered whether or not the mage had disposed of him, and Professor Kade for failing to kill him. His entire body shivered as memories flooded back, but he quickly forced them away and looked up.
Zane Lucifer Bishop. Why was he here? He surely was not one for Divinations. Alessandro averted his head away from the foul student who received the Thurisaz Rune. Perfectly fitting indeed. Alessandro smirked at the comment Professor O'Neill made towards him and he noticed a Gryffindor boy seated not too far away, was sketching something, seemingly detached from the buzz of students entering. Alessandro tilted his head back, trying to steal a peak of what the boy was sketching, but could barely make out what it was. He realized that he was being a tad nonchalant, and resumed his normal sitting position, hoping that Zane wouldn't prove to be a bother today.
Three more students entered: Siren Allway, an older Ravenclaw girl, Scarlett Cooper, a Gryffindor his age, and Paris Nowan, an older Slytherin girl, who seemed to walk in with the charisma of an heiress. Alessandro knew none of these people and began to worry slightly about introductions. Keaira always made fun of him about introducing himself by his full name, Alessandro Orion Darko, but it was just how he introduced himself. Perhaps meeting people during class wouldn't be something he would have to worry about, seeing as they were all supposed to be there learning, not socializing.
The last student to pop through the door was a younger Ravenclaw girl, Katherine Knightswood. He recognized her from the sorting ceremony earlier that year. He offered up a brief smile to her before turning his attention back to the professor and anxiously awaited for class to commence.
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Post by Silren Chalis on Aug 6, 2008 2:42:47 GMT -5
Her silken emerald dress slid across her bare legs as Silren quickly found her way to the Divinations classroom. She hated being late but for some reason today she did not seem to be on top of it all. Of course, it didn’t even occur to her that spending so much time on her makeup could have been the reason. As she moved, her hair, held up by both of her wands, flowed in the slight breeze caused from her rapid walking. Her bare back was adorned in a reverse inquisition necklace and at her side she held a small purse that contained all her books in shrunken form. Coming soon upon the entrance to the class, Silren smoothed her dress before walking in. As she entered she saw that the classroom was full of students but was relieved to find that the class had not actually started yet as the teacher was not speaking and had written nothing on the board. Curtsying respectfully she addressed the professor after noting her name from the board, “ I am Silren Chalis, Professor O’Neill,” Silren said with a tone of deferring respect. Smiling softly she added, “ It is a pleasure to have a professor with such high honors. I see you are prepared and so I shall excuse myself to a desk in order to match your preparation.” Her voice and tone were a practiced mix of respect, admiration and fawning. Quickly scanning the room she realized she did not know a single person in the class. Looking for the position that would be the most advantageous, she moved over to sit next to the Ravenclaw boy on the far end of the front row. She smiled even though the young man did not seem to be paying too much attention as she addressed him softly as to not interrupt whatever he may have been thinking, “ Good morning.” It was a slight irony that she was wearing an inquisitorial necklace and, unbeknownst to her, sat next to an elemental master that she had been sent to kill. While awaiting a response she began unpacking her purse of her shrunken class tools; first her parchment papers and then her quill and ink. Pulling out her emerald jeweled wand she cast, “ Engorgio,” quietly upon the three objects returning them to their normal size before replacing her wand back into her hair.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 6, 2008 7:56:14 GMT -5
D'rorah made her way into the classroom amidst the general turmoil of students arriving. She had absolutely no intention of taking divinations, considering that she had so many other subjects to prepare for with her upcoming NEWTs. She had been more or less forced to take Divinations her first two years at Falstaffs and had found the class to be a complete and utter waste of her time... a class which rewarded shoddy research and foolish youngsters who could feign seeing things of import in clear crystal balls. She believed that there were truly individuals who could "see", she also believed there was absolutely no way they could learn to do so from a class without first possessing the talent required. She expected nothing different from this class, but had heard that a new arrival would be teaching. As such, she was interested to see what she could of the new teacher, who she understood would also be her new Head of House. Ravenclaw house had been through a couple of changes in leadership since she had arrived this year, had she been the sort to amuse herself with idle speculation, she might have attempted to wager just how long this new Head of House might last. She made her entry quietly, not bothering to introduce herself.
Not being officially on the roster, she abstained from her normal choice of sitting directly up front. Surveying those present, she decided on the back row. Her eyes fell first upon Zane, whom she nodded to with a short greeting. "[blue]Mister Bishop.[/blue]" The Hufflepuff student she did not recognize, and so merely nodded to him before dropping into the open seat between him and Zane. She faced her eyes front and set out a quill and parchment on the off chance that she might find something she wished to note down during the course of the lecture.
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Post by Bridget O'Neill on Aug 6, 2008 21:43:42 GMT -5
Bridget threw herself into the wonderful chaos of several students arriving at once, as well as fielding the classroom chatter. She gave Zane an ironic grin and a half bow as he indicated he’d leave whenever he felt like it. These students weren’t cadets and didn’t have to be here. If they didn’t feel like learning, they were more than welcome to waste their parents’ galleons. It wouldn’t affect how she graded them or change her lesson plans. She overheard Zane’s snide remark about Divinations, and almost laughed. Ah, if only he’ll stay. He might just be surprised . . .
Bridget caught the flicker of emotions across the unknown young woman’s face when she told her about Fehu being her rune. It appeared that this particular rune was a bit of a sore spot. But she had figured that the young lady was from a wealthy family from looking at her clothes and her bearing. When she finally introduced herself, Bridget nodded. “Thank you, Ms. Nowan. I’ll note your rune down in my roster, and if you would be so kind, please jot it down in your notes.”
Bridget turned back to the door as a very young student came in. She watched the very properly dressed young woman as her eyes went over the information on the blackboard. The young lady introduced herself politely and made a self-depreciating joke about being the youngest student. Bridget smiled at her enthusiasm, and stepped aside to let her take a seat. Bridget hid a smile on overhearing Katherine’s comment about taking the class being a good choice. “Ms. Knightswood, the rune I’ve drawn for you is Raidho, the rune of journey and growth. Please put that in your notes, and I’ll write it down as well.” Another student, in very elegant dress entered the classroom. Bridget raised an eyebrow as the young lady dipped a curtsy and introduced herself. Her tone was very formal, and Bridget smiled. “Welcome to class, Ms. Chalis.” She waited until Silren found a seat and got settled. “Ms. Chalis, we are drawing a rune for each student before class starts.” She reached into the pouch again, and drew out a stone. “The rune drawn for you is Isa, the ice, darkness and self-control.” Given how formal the young woman had been, the rune seemed fitting. Bridget noted it down, and put the stone on her desk with the others.
The latest arrival slipped past her and into the classroom without introducing herself. Bridget took note of the self-possessed young lady, having a feeling she’d seen her recently. Oh, wait! Isn’t that D’rorah? One of the Ravenclaw prefects? Bridget figured she should ask to be certain, since the young woman wasn’t on her roster. “Good morning – is it Ms. Philosophy?” Bridget looked at her with a smile. “If so, you’re not on the roster, but you’re welcome to join us for the class.” Bridget put her hand into the pouch, and felt a rune almost leap into her hand. She kept her face still, even though she recognized the rune immediately. "The rune that has come up for you is Tiwaz, the rune of justice and oaths made. " Well, well! Such a powerful rune for a student. Fascinating . . .
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 6, 2008 22:31:01 GMT -5
Alessandro was driven out of his reverie by the soft spoken words of the girl sitting next to him. He shook his head slightly and turned to face her. What he saw did not look like a Hogwarts student to him. In his eyes, this was someone of grace and elegance, perhaps someone that was going to a ball, for, she was wearing a rather elegant green dress, presumably in Slytherin House by the color, and her eye makeup was particularly flawless. It confused Alessandro as to why anyone would take so much time in dressing themselves like that during the school day, and was actually more-so confused on how it was appropriate, especially allowed, for a student to not be in their rudimentary school uniform. Swallowing lightly, he responded.
"Good morning, indeed." He responded, watching her remove several miniaturized objects, in which she had engorged back to normal size. What a novel idea... He thought. It was actually quite a practical and efficient use of simple magic to carry around shrunken items in a smaller bag. He thought of perhaps using the Reducio charm on his cauldron and other potion items, instead of lugging the bloody things around.
"Alessandro Orion Darko, pleasure to make your acquaintaince." He said with a small smile, offering his right hand over to her. He figured that he might as well introduce himself to somebody, and she was right next to him, and already speaking to him, so it seemed as all signals were green to go. He waited for her to respond, and while doing so, Professor O'Neill had assigned Silren a rune, Isa.
He arched his left eyebrow as he recognized the rune as well. Ice, self-control, darkness...it also meant that things were frozen the way they were, stuck, and not about to change. He remembered reading that it wasn't a particularly positive rune to have been drawn in a reading, but wasn't quite sure how it related directly to a person.
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Post by scarlettcooper on Aug 6, 2008 22:38:08 GMT -5
As Scarlett was completely expecting the humiliation of being in the wrong class, the shock was evident on her face when Professor O'Neill informed her, "Indeed it is, Ms. Cooper. Welcome to the new term of Divinations."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I...I just..." she trailed off, trying to find the best way to explain her confusion. "This class is just set up...differently than the Divination class at my old school," she explained.
“Find a comfortable seat that fits you," the professor told her. Scarlett's eyes darted around the room. The boy who'd previously been standing next to her had taken a seat in the back. Another girl entered the room. At first glance, Scarlett thought it was her new friend Lydia that she'd met in the library. However, this girl had such a different demeanor about her. The girl sat in the very center of the room.
"And while you do that," Professor O'Neill continued, drawing Scarlett out of her worries. "I’ll draw a rune for you as well. Everyone gets one before class starts.”
Scarlett hurriedly scanned the room again for a friendly face. "Ms. Cooper," the professor drew her attention again, "you have the rune of good fortune and a good lot in life, Perthro. When you get settled, please jot that down in your notes. And once again, welcome to class.”
With a small sigh, Scarlett chose a seat off to the side in the third row. She quickly pulled out her notebook. Mentally repeating the professor's words so she wouldn't forget before she could right them down. That would be embarrassing. She quickly jotted down, Perthro - rune of goodfortunee and a good lot in life.
As she waited for class to begin, she reread the words. Good fortune? What good fortune have I had? she thought bitterly. These stupid 'signs' don't mean anything. I certainly haven't had 'good fortune' or else I wouldn't be here! I'd be home. The thought of home significantly brought down her mood. She grasped desperately from something positive to pull her out, something her therapist had managed toingrainn into her head. Well...I suppose I did have good fortune in finding this classroom so quickly after all, she reasoned.
Scarlett sighed softly and looked around at the new additions to the classroom. She desperately needed to meet some more people. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, she laid her head down on her head until the start of class.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 6, 2008 23:00:29 GMT -5
D'rorah hadn't expected to be noticed when she slipped into the classroom. Of course, she supposed she was rather difficult to miss... a stuffily dressed girl who towered above the room. She decided it was too much to hope that her arrival might be unobserved.
"[blue]Yes, Professor O'Neill,[/blue]" she acknowledged. "[blue]I am D'rorah Philosophy. I have little intention of formally joining the class, but do appreciate your welcome. My course schedule is quite full at the moment, and I have no desire to NEWT in this subject, but I did have some thought that I may have an opportunity to see my new Head of House in action.[/blue]" She didn't speak the thought out loud, but was gratified to see that the setup looked like a real classroom, where actual work might be done. She almost regretted, seeing what she supposed were to be the assigned texts on the desk up front, that she had not signed up for the class after all. But then, she had rather enough on her plate already without adding more academic pursuits to it.
She then looked at the rune the Professor had drawn, her eyebrow arching slightly. Her eyes quickly traveled around the room, noting that everyone seemed to have received a rune. "[blue]Tyr?[/blue]" She asked, looking at it... "[blue]Or Tiwaz, I suppose, depending on the time frame you wish to use for translation. I do hope it was not inverted when you drew it.[/blue]"
She looked at the rune, a certain verse of Shakespeare coming to mind. She had encountered the symbol many times in her linguistic studies and was quite aware of its supposed import. "[blue]Tir tacna sum, healdeth trywa well with eathlingas; a bith on fearild ofer nihta genipu neafre swiceth.[/blue]" The words came softly to her lips and she shook her head silently, realizing she had spoken allowed what she meant to say only in her head. "[blue]I shall be as unobtrusive as possible,[/blue]" she remarked finally, raising her voice to its normal level as she took up her quill and busied herself with reading back over a passage in her notes.
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Post by kairava on Aug 8, 2008 2:41:43 GMT -5
After sitting down Kai noticed Siren join the class and smiled at her warmly. He thought about moving to sit next to her but she just shot him a warm smile. Then a boy sat down near him so he thought it might have been insulting to move. He imagined that there were better seats to be chosen but quickly replaced the astonishment with a joyful acceptance as the boy nodded a greeting to him. Giving the seemingly younger boy a small smile, he spoke up a quick greeting of his own as he set down his quill and reached over to offer his hand to shake, “Hey there, I’m Kai.” Kai didn’t offer any more and hoped that he was not too intrusive to the boy’s mood for from his entrance he didn’t seem to be in the best disposition. His rune can, after all, have a prickly temperament. Not only that; Kai was not the best at introductions nor was he quite socially aware either.
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Post by Bridget O'Neill on Aug 8, 2008 22:50:02 GMT -5
“All right everyone, we still have a few students not here yet, but I’m going to go ahead and hand out the book lists.” Bridget smiled. “You can see the stack of books on my desk. And yes, there are six of them. But three of them are less than one hundred and fifty pages, and the other three are intermediate texts.” Bridget dropped her main wand into her hand from its wrist sheath. She gestured to the board, and the books’ titles began to appear as an animated stick of chalk wrote away. She waved a wand over the classroom proper, and sheets of parchment with the titles settled onto each student’s desk, out of the way of anything they were writing. The desks were large enough to permit that without a problem. The chalk stopped and the booklist came up: Divinations Booklist Muggles and Divination Through the Ages and Around the World by Nostra Di Amus Seeing Clearly: A History of Wizarding Divination by Cassandra Vblatsky Everyday Omens: Seeing What the World is Telling You by Jean-Luc LeNoir Futhark: An Introduction by Anna Halysdottir Ogham in the Isles by William MacLuan Symbols and Insight in the Modern Tarot by Fiona Ryder and Waite Llewellyn “We’ll start with the Di Amus text, then go into the Vblatsky one next. Then we’ll play with the LeNoir text, and finally, do some practical work with the Futhark, Ogham and Tarot texts to help us along.” The professor smiled. “I know this is more structured than most people are used to, but where I got my training, Divination is not only considered an Art, but there’s a Science to it as well. There are actual magical changes that occur in a witch or wizard using the Sight, and we can make a record of that magically.” Bridget continued, explaining in more detail. “I made a career in the States of being a Seer and Finder for the local equivalent of your Aurors. My commander was a Touchreader, who could help us verify evidence and track people by their things. Some of our Seers were very specialized, some were very general. All it takes is seeing if you’ve got a knack for Divination, and then honing it properly. But you have to hone it. Otherwise, it can be like trying to put shoes on a fish – it’s a rotten fit.” Bridget slid her wand back up her sleeve, and sat down on top of her desk again. “So before we begin, any questions you specifically want to cover this term? After that, I’ll hand out books.”
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Aug 9, 2008 19:00:17 GMT -5
Late, again. Because no one woke her up in the common room, again. Her parents would be furious if they knew just how bad her lesson attendance and punctuality had been these last two months. Of course, part of that was their own fault. They shouldn’t have pulled her out of school. Caitlin had no illusions about what her current grades were like; her hopes of becoming a Healer were seeming less and less likely. Unlike some people – one Ravenclaw lightfighter in particular came to mind – she couldn’t maintain good grades while trying to deal with stress and grief. At least NEWTs weren’t until next year. Perhaps by that point it would all be over, and she would have recovered somewhat. It was a feeble hope, but better than nothing.
Traipsing tiredly up the stairs, Caity felt a moment of regret for the bad impression this entrance might make on the new professor. Not to mention all the recorded “unauthorised absences” she’d had for this class – it had been one of those she’d purposely skipped numerous times, for two reasons: 1) just after Mallan’s suicide, she’d been more stuck in the past than interested in what the future might hold, and 2) she’d heard that the headmistress was taking the class. Knowing Caira’s allegiance, she hadn’t wanted to go nearer to the woman than was absolutely necessary. Zee might be comfortable having tea with her, but she most definitely wouldn’t be.
Reaching the top of the staircase, Caity took a breath and entered through the door to her left. The classroom was quite full – perhaps others had been skipping class as well, before. “Sorry professor,” she muttered, sliding into a seat on one side of Alessandro in the front row. She remembered one of the first encounters she’d had with him had been in this very room, along with Quin, attempting to see things in a crystal ball. Then the layout had been very different – it appeared that the new professor had decided to have quite a rearrangement of the classroom.
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Post by Katherine Knightswood on Aug 12, 2008 6:33:18 GMT -5
Katherine picked up the booklist that settled on her desk and read it with anticipation. Wow, lots to look over this term. She read the titles slowly, committing their names to memory. The name of one of the authors caught her eye. Jean-Luc LeNoir? Wait a minute, wasn’t that someone her Maman’s family? Her mother’s family name was LeNoir. Hmmm. Yes, indeed. Now that she went over what she knew of her family tree, she remembered that Jean-Luc LeNoir was her great-granduncle. Maybe she did have a shot at having some ability at divinations.
Katherine timidly raised her hand, and once the Professor acknowledged her, asked her question. “If we started the class with no knowledge of any talent for divination, will we be able to figure out if we have any during the classes?” Katherine raised an eyebrow. “My mother’s side of the family has folks with the Seer talent pop up every once in a while.” She smiled. “In fact, the Everyday Omens book you picked was written by my maternal great-grandfather’s brother.” Katherine blushed a bit, and settled into her seat to await an answer.
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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 Aug 12, 2008 17:14:24 GMT -5
Already spiraling down into his own thoughts, Zee barely heard the boy two seats down introduce himself. Though his attention remained inward, eyes not moving from the desk before him, Zee did gesture a small quasi-wave at the typically friendly Hufflepuff before reaching across the empty desk to shake his hand absently and give a very brief introduction of his own.
"Zee."
Distracted enough to not even give his full name, something he very nearly always did upon meeting a new person, Zee didn't even consider that the boy may be offended. Not so long ago Zee would have ignored the other boy flat out, not even offering the nod he had upon sitting. While some might call his response curt, for him it was very friendly next to the way he usually was when he went all cerebral. He hadn't really noticed the gloves Kai wore until he shook his hand, but again Zee was too distracted to really think much of it. A few seconds later D'rorah entered and took the seat between them, offering an off-handed greeting which Zee returned, again not even looking up.
"D'rorah."
Having abandoned his futile search for something positive about the rune he'd been drawn, Zee listened disinterestedly as D'rorah received hers and contemplated it quietly. A tiny smirk came to his lips as he shook his head.
"You're such a Ravenclaw, D'rorah."
The professor was then giving instructions, or rather a basic outline of the class. A few biting remarks came to mind at many of the things she said, but he held them back, sharing them only with D'rorah since she could likely hear them anyway. He found the idea of divination as science ridiculous, feeling it wasn't even worthy of being defined as an art. He also thought it pure poppycock that anyone should be able to make a career of it. He associated the pitiful lack of sense and logic with the United States however, so it all made sense really. He found the boastful young Ravenclaw who spoke up to be rather annoying, but then he'd always found dependence on others, relatives or no, for fame to be rather pathetic. She had however asked a question Zee was, despite himself, quite interested in having answered, so he was paying full attention to whatever the professor responded with.
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