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Post by Evelyn Sparrow on Mar 29, 2008 3:02:01 GMT -5
It was Monday the clock had just stricken 1:40 pm. There was little more than 15 minutes before her class started. Much like each class before this one, Evelyn Sparrow, Potions mistress was sitting at her desk, a small stack of papers lying on her desk. The previous classes results were less than perfect, and the points that had been gained, and lost were to be reported at the beginning of the class, whether or not the students came to class. Well almost all of them would be reported. One student who had received negative points on his assignment would not have it reflected at the beginning of the class. Word of the suicide of the young Gryffindor had reached most of the teachers by now. It was always a tragedy when a person died, and even more so when the stresses of their young lives, caused them to break, and fall and end it that way. Evelyn had weeped, as she had for every person when she was informed of their death. There was nothing that hurt more than when some one died, and it was always worse when the some one was young. Glad that Evelyn had only known the student briefly before his untimely demise, she had mourned shortly for the child, then decided not to remove points from his house due to his school work. As for all the others who had attended the class, she had marked them all equally, giving out, and taking away points based on their grade. Sitting across her desk, there were 10 vials, marked with letters A-J. Each student would be assigned a vial, and would have between the end of the class, and the end of the next to fully analyze the poison, state what kind of poison it is, and figure out an antidote for the poison. Well that was at least the plan. For now however, they would study how they would do such a thing. Across the blackboard a simple title was labeled in blue chalk. Antidotes and Poisons.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 30, 2008 1:09:02 GMT -5
He stood there in an empty classroom on the fifth floor.
He had wandered by it, just roaming the halls during his free period, trying to strike up a memory in peace and solitude when Peeves came along. He was doing his best to ignore the constant pestering that was being dished out by ghost, and found himself becoming slightly stressed out. Taking a moment, he closed his eyes and let out a strong exhale. The slap-happy specter floated away in horror after Alessandro finally got angry turned to yell at him, threatening to call the Bloody Baron on him. Alessandro could feel his anger boiling deep within him, his eyes feeling hot. He was getting frustrated, and angry a lot lately, hearing rumors of how he left school, and nobody seemed to believe him about the quidditch accident. On top of being kidnapped and tortured, and almost killed by being turned into stone, he was not having a particularly good year. He quickly isolated himself in a nearby, empty classroom.
But there he stood in the empty classroom, staring at a stool in front of him, his 10 and 3/4 Blackwood wand at his right side. Looking down at it, as if questioning himself why it was held in his dominant hand, he switched it to the left. Straightening out, he raised and flourished his wand in a whip-like motion.
"Duro!" In a bright yellow flash of light, a quick burst of energy emitted forth from the tip of his wand, hitting the stool, and in moments, it had turned to stone.
Raising his wand yet again, he swished it in the air and then brought it forward with vigor.
"Bombarda!" This time, a bluish, dim, translucent energy burst from his wand, colliding with the stool. Shards of stone flew every which way, but Alessandro made no attempt to shield himself. Soon the floor was littered with stoney rubble that once had been a wooden stool. His eyes flickered with anger as his jaw tightened and he glanced out the window. His gaze rested upon the lake, reflecting the glittery sunlight off the surface. It had a strange effect on him, putting him at ease somewhat, and the grip on his wand loosened. Not bothering to clean up the mess he had made, he turned and exited the classroom. He had to attend his first Potions class back.
Making his way to the dungeons, he approached the classroom, and pushed through the doorway. The room was entirely empty, except for the teacher, Professor Sparrow, at her desk, behind a grouping of vials. On the blackboard, "Antidotes and Poisons" was written.
"Good afternoon, Professor Sparrow." He said with a breath as he was beginning to calm down, he wore a disheartened frown on his face as he ritualistically chose a seat in the front row, unloading his cauldron, and then titling a piece of parchment "Antidotes and Poisons." He sat there in misery, waiting for the class to begin, because he knew that he would most likely do dreadfully. It was very unfortunate that he was talented at transfiguration, mostly good and decent with charms, but miserable at mixing ingredients.
Shifting to another form of a frown upon his face, he pressed his cheek against his right palm and waited for the other students to filter in. Hopefully that Keaira girl would come and he would be able to partner up with her. She seemed to have a strange interest in him, ever since that night a week ago...the cemetery.
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Mar 30, 2008 2:28:25 GMT -5
Cavan was quick to make it into the potions classroom. He'd spared no expense on his homework and was ready to gain some of the points he'd lost last class, back. He'd spent the last few hours making sure his work was correct and that he wasn't missing any detail on the ten poisons and antidotes he had decided to study. He knew that essays weren't part of the assignment, but it was a good habit he liked to keep. This way also, if anyone had missed last class, he could help them a little bit.
Upon entering the classroom, messenger bag over his shoulder, school robes draped over his slim form, uniform obvious as the robe was not closed all the way. He looked slightly tired, but not overly much. He was quick to take a seat in the front and taking out a piece of paper, adding the heading. He layed out his homework beside his new piece of paper and hoped against hope that he at least wouldn't do as badly today. As an after thought, he nodded to the other boy and gave Professor Sparrow a soft greeting. He was very disappointed in his last grade and wasn't as sure of himself in this classroom as he was in others.
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Post by astrid on Mar 30, 2008 17:42:21 GMT -5
Potions. Chemistry. Those two words tied together like bread and butter. Chemistry had always been something she was passionate about; it was what kept her at school when she still thought of herself as nothing but a regular human. New wand in hand, power tingling all over her body, she reflected on that simple, comforting fact. She wasn't normal. Not anymore. In truth, she never really had been to begin with. Her blonde hair, now tied into a loose ponytail, shifted in the wind as she crossed the courtyard, pulling her cloak tighter around her thin frame. The pink in her hair stood out, especially among the white flakes falling from the gray sky. The soft crunch of snow beneath her shoes quickened as her pace sped up. Once inside the great oak doors leading into the school, she made her way quickly to the staircase and sped down them. The dungeon was her destination.
Trailing bits of snow, she paused outside the classroom door to ready herself. Her free hand brushed a bit of snow that had accumulated on her shoulders. lifting her wand, she conjured in her mind the desire she wished preformed. Then, lightly, she tapped her forehead. All the dampness left her clothing in a soft gray glow. A smile quirked across her lips. The wand had recently behaved exceptionally well. As Dylan had said, the beginning was rough, but the Chimaera scale inside the shaft of the footlong weapon, carved from Blackwood and etched with mystical swirls and dives of a darker shade, seemed to have accepted her sooner than typical. Pride filled her, to have such a tempermental wand willing to cooperate with her.
Taking a deep breath, she entered the room. Across the board, the words "Antidotes and Poisons" was scrawled in blue in, elegant script belonging to a lovely blonde woman sitting at the larger desk in the room. Taking a seat at the desk on the first row, far left of the room, Astrid placed her things at her feet: a duo of class books and another ancient book on Hippogriffs, Kelpies, and Centaurs.
Wand resting in her lap, right hand placed lightly on the etching of the handle, she casually gave notice to each student in the room. A charming boy sat in her row, but was far enough away and seemed too occupied to note her glance. Another boy was sitting farther than the one in her row, apperance stating his exhaustion. Gray eyes moved to view Professor Sparrow at her desk, the woman seeming very wrapped up in her thoughts. She was reflecting silently, eyes displaying that she was not totally in the room at the moment. Removing her eyes from the classmates and teacher, she continued to trace the lines carved into her wand and viewed the bottles, wondering about their contents.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Mar 30, 2008 20:19:04 GMT -5
Glancing at her timetable for what felt like the twentieth time, Caity saw once again that she had potions. Finding herself already heading in that direction, doubtless from the last time she had looked at her timetable five minutes ago, she continued down the steps to the dungeons. The lack of sleep was catching up with her but still she could not seem to get any sleep. Every time her eyes closed, images arrived in her head of Mallan, her imagination supplying the details of what he might have looked like after... what had happened. What he had done to himself. Having finally read the rest of the letter sent to her by Master Xiu, Caity was regretting it – just as she’d known she would. But then again, not knowing had been just as tortuous, with her mind left to formulate equally bloody scenarios in her head.
Pausing outside the classroom, Caity suddenly realised she had never gotten round to doing the homework that had been set. It was started, to a certain degree, but then she had gotten the letter at breakfast and all thoughts of homework had been wiped clean from her mind. What she had actually managed to do was in her dormitory, and it was so little that it wasn’t worth bothering with anyway.
Shaking her head slightly in a subconscious effort to shake free all the loose thoughts, of which there were a lot, she entered the classroom in a much less cheery mood than she had last time. Not looking to see who else was already there, she sat in the first seat she came across and dumped her bag on the floor, slumping back in the chair and staring at her hands. Making no effort to even see what topic they would be studying today, she stared miserably at her hands, eyes half closed.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 30, 2008 20:46:48 GMT -5
Keaira had spent most of the morning that she did not have classes during in the dungeons. Although she was not normally the type to simply sit in the darkness that was the Slytherin common room, she had recently spent a good portion of her time sitting in front of the fire place, thinking. Alessandro was the elemental master of fire, he just needed to remember it. Perhaps if she placed him in a situation where he needed to control fire, in order to ensure his own safety or that of another persons, he might be able to remember. But that wouldn't be fair, and it likely would not have a positive effect on their relationship.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts she pulled her mind together and gathered the notes she had taken. They were organized by types of poisons, and then again by types of effect. She was pretty good about doing things like that. And as long as she put mind to doing something, it got done. She had planned day and night to ensure that they managed to rescue Alessandro, and got out there alive, and they had succeeded, due mostly in part by her ability to plan ahead. Much like then she sat in the room planning for the class that was in a few short minutes. With her time having run out, she slipped everything in to her book bag, and and began the trip down the hallway to reach the potions class room.
Upon entering the class she moved much like she did in the previous Defense class. Hading for the boy who occupied most of her thoughts now a days. Alessandro sat in the front row, and like she had in the last class, she moved in to the chair on his right, and set her cauldron, on the table, and her book bag on the floor. It was the only one more seat open in the front row, and it was the one on the other side of Alessandro. Even though she did prefer the second row to the first, she would sit next to him, because she felt compelled to do so.
"Hello Alessandro, are you doing alright today? Since you've been out for a while, if you need any help let me know, cause I know you couldn't have done homework that you had no clue about."
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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 Mar 31, 2008 12:38:29 GMT -5
Once again Zee was heading for class, this time because he simply had nothing better to do. In fact he had nothing worse to do either. All in all Zee had not had anything to occupy his time since they'd returned from the rescue mission.
Keaira was now perpetually at Alessandro's side it seemed, always trying to kick start the boy's memory. Zee now felt completely deprived of who was really his one friend, the only other lightfighter who he was remotely close to. As Zee entered the room he saw her sitting there dutifully next to the hated Ravenclaw and ground his teeth in frustration. Zee was not going to sit near Darko, and thus couldn't sit near Keaira. He almost punched the door, settling instead for holding his tight shaking right fist down at his side, allowing the flexing muscles in his arm to aggravate the dark wound Kade had placed there.
Another of his options for filling the hours had also been removed. D'rorah was . . . missing. Zee knew no more than that. Selfish and despicable as the thought was, what annoyed Zee most about that at the moment was the way it kept him from being able to further his training with blades. That would give him something constructive to do and possibly prove a healthy outlet of his pent up aggression. She was gone though and Zee hadn't a clue where to.
That left . . . what? The other lightfighters? Dylan hated Zee as much as Zee hated Alessandro. Perhaps more. Susan and Caitlin were close to Dylan and despised Zee nearly as much as their friend did for what he'd done. And Wysteria . . .
Yes, Zee had spent even more time than usual dwelling on his thoughts of the Shadow Warrior of Fire. He wanted her back so badly he would gladly face Kade again every night if only he could see her. And yet even were she to miraculously reappear and fall into his arms, she would still be the Shadow Warrior of Fire. She would always have a mental link with her Elemental Master, and fate being the cruel hag that it is, that was Alessandro Orion Darko.
More angry than he'd thought possible, Zee stepped quietly into the room and sank into the seat next to Caitlin, his face and posture deceivingly serene. He didn't speak or even look at anything, simply setting out his cauldron and other supplies. If any looked closely however they would see the muscles of his jaw perpetually flexing.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 31, 2008 22:30:03 GMT -5
He noticed the younger Hufflepuff boy filter into the classroom, taking a seat in the row he was in, a couple seats over. It was only until he had seated himself that he had acknowledged Alessandro and the Professor. Alessandro sent him a weak smile back, and looked down at his own desk, staring bleakly at his blank parchment with todays lesson title at the top.
In the next second two girls came through the door. The first, a Ravenclaw around his age, and the second, he recognized as Cassie. Or was it Carrie? Damn his memory. The Ravenclaw girl had swept into a seat, far left in the first row, setting her things down at her feet and seemed to be more interested in her wand than anything else in the room. He caught a glimpse of her wand, and noticed the strikingly similar color. He had just purchased, well, received a new wand recently that seemed to have the same hue.
I wonder if it's the same wood... He thought as he cast a dreary look her way. His own 10 and 3/4 blackwood wand was lying comfortably in his messenger bag that was slumped against the legs of his chair.
Cindy sat down in the same row as the rest of the students had done, and had made no point to acknowledge anybody in the room. She seemed very preoccupied. Furrowing his brow slightly, and coming to the conclusion that he was not the only one that seemed to be going through some issues, he cleared his throat.
"Hey...Chrissy? I'm sorry..no, It's-It's Christine...isn't it...?" He fumbled for her name, feeling slightly horrible that he hadn't even the mind to let her name stick the last time she had told him. "Are you alright? I couldn't help but notice you look a little dejected..." He asked in a soft and hushed tone.
After a couple minutes, Keaira then walked into the room. He felt his pulse quicken as his heart beat heavily in his chest. A small smile spread across his face as his prayers had been answered. She was trying to be so helpful to him, and a lot of her hard work had yielded nothing but a couple of trivial memories of him casting spells in the corridors. Perhaps she could really help him today in potions.
"Hey Keaira. I'm doing..." He was searching for an appropriate adjective. He had a moment of anger, and a meltdown in a classroom several floors above, but he seemed to be complacent at the moment. "...fine. How are you? I was actually hoping you would be able to help me in this class...you see, I'm dreadful at potions..." He said almost in a whisper as if it had been some secret that he did not want anyone to know about. Of course, anyone who had attended a Potions class with Alessandro would know of the various blunders he concocted.
As he finished his sentence, the figure of Zane appeared in the doorway. Alessandro was no empath, but he didn't have to be one to read the expressions that emanated discord and turmoil as he took his seat away from him. He looked over his shoulder at him and whispered to Keaira.
"He seems...tense...is he alright?" He asked her, knowing the two Slytherins were linked somehow.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Mar 31, 2008 23:44:12 GMT -5
Keaira was about to pull her notebook, ink, and quill out of her bag when she stopped short. Alessandro was doing... fine it seemed, and he had even asked her how she felt. That was a change. He was socializing with her, almost at a normal level. A small giggle escaped her lips, as he mentioned that he was looking for her help. She remembered their first class they attended together. His shrinking solution had left a from warped between a frog and a tadpole, but neither form was completed.
"I know, you just need to focus more on your potions, I'll help you, just remember your goggles today, or she might take points away. I mean we might be working with poisons. Could be dangerous."
It didn't take much for Keaira to feel the burning hatred that Zane was allowing to seep through their mental connection. She felt the way that Zane wanted to simply beat Alessandro in to the ground just because she was spending more time with him. A red flush came across her features as she suppressed the boiling hatred and frustration that emanated from him. She wanted to tell him to grow up, and get over it, but knew that it wouldn't be fair. He had a right to be angry, she had spent nearly every moment since their return attempting to get Alessandro to remember something. She had truly left Zane isolated, and she felt guilty for it.
"He'll be fine, he's just....fine."
"Zane..... don't be so angry. You know I'm still here for you. Alessandro just needs me now."
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Post by Evelyn Sparrow on Apr 1, 2008 0:58:38 GMT -5
As each student walked through the door Evelyn sent out a warm smile, and a quick greeting of hello. Gathering the papers that she had stacked neatly upon her desk, she moved to each student that had attended the previous class, and handed the proper paper to each student. The grades were once again a bit more than disappointing.
"Mister Weiss, please be more careful when following directions. Miss. Collins, I hope your wand was repaired. Mister Bishop, try to pay a bit more attention to the details. Miss O'Connell, keep your eyes on the flames when dealing with your potions. When potions are over boiled, it makes their their ratios slightly different than they should be. If you didn't get a page back, than you weren't at the last class."
As she finished passing out the papers she retreated back to her desk with what was left of the grade sheets from the previous class. All in all she hoped that the students would be able to learn from their previous mistakes so they would become better potion makers in time. There was only about 7 minuets before the class would begin, as such she readied her notes for the class.
"Well, I hope every one had a good weekend. As you can all read, you should know that we will be working on poisons and antidotes in the next few classes. With that in mind, safety gear will be needed, so make sure goggles and gloves are used at all times. If we have less than 11 students, every one will get their own poison to analysis. If there are 11 students we will need to partner up, so be ready for it."
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Tommy Bryce
Gryffindor
[red]1st Year Gryffindor[/red]
You bend and you bruise me while you try to control me
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Post by Tommy Bryce on Apr 1, 2008 19:18:12 GMT -5
Tommy left the hospital wing quickly, having always disliked the pure cleanliness of medical locations. Not to mention he was always afraid that they might see bruises or scars and start asking questions. But on this occasion it had been a simple question of being pulled in by the school nurse and being asked to give a note to Professor Sparrow when he entered Potions.
Breathing out in relief, he headed down to the dungeons, shivering as he went down the stone steps into the cold, grey surroundings. Dungeons and hospitals. Two places he couldn’t stand, and he’d had to go to a semblance of both within the space of a few minutes.
He entered the classroom, immediately noticing Cavan at the front. Dropping his bag in the chair next to the other first year he smiled nervously and approached the teacher’s desk.
“Professor Sparrow?” he asked, handing the scrap of parchment to her “I... I was asked to give this to you... by the school nurse,” he rushed. Speaking to figures of authority always made him uneasy.
Mr Paradox will be unable to come to Potions class today as he has become ill – possibly a bout of dragon flu, the letter said in the nurse’s neat handwriting, continuing on to specify a potion which would need to be stocked up in case there were any more cases of the magical virus.
Shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot and chewing the side of his lip, unwilling to return to his seat beside Cavan without being dismissed by the professor.
((Yeah I know, it’s a cop-out, but I didn’t think I’d be able to keep up with all 3 characters in the class with the many other threads I need to post in at the moment))
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Apr 7, 2008 20:08:47 GMT -5
Caity kept her head down as several other people entered, eventually reaching down into her bag to retrieve pens and parchment for the lesson. She turned the blue biro in her hands, twirling it between her fingers disinterestedly until eventually it slipped and dropped to the table, where she left it.
"Hey...Chrissy? I'm sorry..no, It's-It's Christine...isn't it...? Are you alright? I couldn't help but notice you look a little dejected..."
Her eyes rose to meet those of Alessandro Darko, who was peering at her in a concerned manner. Why was he asking? He didn’t know her – Keaira had said that he was having trouble with his memory, and that was obviously the case judging by the fact that he couldn’t even remember her name. Does he remember Mallan? The thought struck her as she looked up. Had he even met Mallan before his parents pulled him out of school? Once again it struck her that the Gryffindor was gone, completely gone, and that if Alessandro could not recover any memories he did have of the other boy then he would never know him – would just think of him as another casualty of the war he had been plunged into. Despite not having any knowledge of whether the two had actually met or not, the train of thought depressed her further and she removed her eyesight back to the desk in front of her once more.
“Caity,” she supplied shortly, not answering his query as to whether she was alright. He could blatantly see that she wasn’t alright. Seeing movement to the side of her, she moved her head slightly and saw Zee sitting down. She turned back to staring at the table with that blank expression, Professor Sparrow’s voice coming breaking through her reverie somewhat.
"... good weekend. As you can all read, you should know that we will be working on poisons and antidotes in the next few classes. With that in mind, safety gear will be needed, so make sure goggles and gloves are used at all times. If we have less than 11 students, every one will get their own poison to analysis. If there are 11 students we will need to partner up, so be ready for it."
Caitlin closed her eyes momentarily. Why was she here? She couldn’t be bothered with this... Besides, working with poisons when she hadn’t even done the homework on it was not the best idea. But no getting out of it now... With a small sigh, her eyes turned to the clock hanging on the wall to see how much longer till class would start.
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Post by Mami Tien on Apr 9, 2008 13:31:31 GMT -5
Mami made her way down to the potions classroom, she was running late because she'd been practicing her violin and lost track of time. She didn't run though, she finally knew where she was going, having given herself a long slow tour. Now she knew where she was going and how long it would take to get there.
She walked into the room with a soft sigh. She looked around at the students already arrived and then took a seat in the middle of the classroom by herself. She was normally more social, but today she was a bit tired and unsure as to the cause. She decided not to chance her tired induced temper on anyone. She hadn't made enough friends yet for them to know that it wasn't her normal demeanor. Looking up at the board she realized she had no idea what they were doing and that it was going to be dangerous to wing it. With a sigh she looked around for someone to work with, for she knew she was going to need a partner for this. She didn't see Paradox-sama, else she would offer herself to him as a lab partner. Perhaps she could just ask to sit this one out, as she was knew, and do whatever homework the other students had done last instead...[/color]
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Jason Cruz
Gryffindor
[red]4th Year Gryffindor[/red]
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Post by Jason Cruz on Apr 9, 2008 14:29:00 GMT -5
At this point he had accepted it as the way things were. For whatever reason, Jason was not capable of getting to class on time this year. He was almost glad that Mallan had departed for some special education program in China and Tori had returned to America with her parents. The less fellow Gryffindors he knew, the fewer people would be angry with him for constantly losing points. Still, he was only almost glad.
Jason was lonely. He didn't know why, but anybody he got to know seemed to disappear. Leilani's parents had taken her away, now Tori's parents had done the same. Mallan was gone, and Jason had no idea what happened to Cazmond. And then there was Wysteria. He had embarrassed himself in front of her more often than not, but she had been kind to him in a slightly condescending fashion. They'd had some interesting discussions, but then he'd heard the news. She had been killed while visiting family. A freak accident. He hadn't known what to think. What to do. He'd carried on as if nothing had happened, as if he'd never met the older Hufflepuff girl, never developed the crush on her, and never unwittingly told her all about it thinking she already knew because she'd read his mind. That was his most embarrassing moment at the school. And now it didn't matter. She was dead.
Pushing open the heavy doors to the potions room, Jason screwed up his mouth in an apologetic grimace as his eyes found the professor, offering her a helpless shrug.
"Sorry Professor Sparrow. I know. It won't . . . I'll try not to let it happen again."
Glancing around the room, Jason saw only that there were few faces he recognized. Caity was there, though looking like she'd rather not be. That girl he'd seen talking with Alessandro at the Slytherin table so long ago was there next to . . . Alessandro? When had he gotten back? Had his parents decided to let him return? They must have. But he might disappear again if Jason tried to restart the friendship they had begun to share. With a sigh he moved toward the front left section of the classroom, taking a seat about halfway between two Ravenclaw girls he didn't know, offering a weak smile to either who looked his way. It was best if he avoided familiar people, or becoming familiar with others. The first might be seen as rude, but it was for their own good. The second wouldn't be difficult. Jason had always been uncommonly good at not meeting people.
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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 Apr 10, 2008 23:19:31 GMT -5
Nothing about Zee's posture or expression shifted at Keaira's mental communique, showing no sign that he'd even received her message. His eyes did flick up very briefly to his Shadow Warrior, but almost immediately returned to the desk before him. Zee however was not so gifted at concealing his true feelings in the tone of his thoughts the way he could with his voice and body language. Thus the reply was rather overflowing with bitterness.
"Does he? Really? Because from over here it looks suspiciously like you need him and he hardly cares for you. It also looks as though I'm very much on my own. Perhaps your perspective is a bit skewed. But since I've grown so used to simply doing as you ask, then tell me Keaira: How angry should I be?"
As the professor began explaining their assignment for the next couple classes, Zee sat up straighter and looked directly at her, appearing the model student. His face remained impassive as he considered Sparrow's words, but his thoughts continued to express his frustration.
"Great. Partners. Oh how I wonder exactly how that'll pan out."
Taking a quick count of the students present, Zee figured the odds were pretty decent they wouldn't be forced to partner up. That same young Gryffindor who seemed perpetually late for something entered the room then, and Zee's hopes fell slightly. More than two more students and the partnering would occur.
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