Alessa Hinckley
June 28, 2012 2:23 AM
Offering my services. by Alessa Hinckley
Upon arriving back at Sonora after midterm, Alessa had heard about this year's Concert...and been rather irritated. Mandatory? The seventh year didn't have any interest in participating whatsoever and now she was being forced . She doubted she was the only one unhappy either. What in Merlin's name had the staff been thinking?It all just seemed like so much work. School work was one thing, but she was not the extracurricular type. Having too much to do was stressful, and truthfully, when it came right down to it, Alessa was glad not to be prefect or Head Girl. She didn't need the power. She didn't need it to be important. The Aladren was a Hinckley and her mother had been a Brockert, she was already important.
Besides, Alessa had no idea what she could even do. Truthfully, she didn't have many talents that would lend themselves well to being on stage or even the kind of behind the scenes things that could be done. Alessa could recite genealogy of pureblood families, transfigure stuff, and use all sorts of divination methods. None of which were at all useful in this situation.
She doubted that every other student knew what to do either...and this had led to an idea. The Aladren could help others come up with things that they could do! She could be a consultant. Even though Alessa wasn't the most socially adept person, she was pretty sure she could handle getting others to brainstorm with her-and perhaps this could count as participating. And that was what she was counting on. Hence doing it in the first place, given that Alessa was not inclined to either socialize or help others. Not that she actively didn't want to help people or wanted to harm them, it was just something she didn't think of.
So Saturday found the Aladren at a table in the library. It wasn't one that she usually sat at, normally preferring to be out of the way where people couldn't annoy her. However, she needed to be where people could spot her services. Alessa piled her supplies on the table. They consisted of a stack of parchment and quill, both for brainstorming purposes and logging her time put in on this endeavor, and some books to read and homework to do while she waited for clients to show. She'd even made herself a little sign that said "Alessa Hinckley, Concert Consultant."
Her station set up, the seventh year settled back and waited for someone in need of services. She had to admit, she was pretty pleased with her idea.
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