Advanced Class- Put Some Fire in Your Hearts on Care of Magical Creatures

Professor Tallec

September 08, 2014 7:57 AM

Advanced Class- Put Some Fire in Your Hearts by Professor Tallec

Richard sat at his desk; quietly sipping some coffee that a house elf had been kind enough to deliver. He would have preferred water or tea, but in the mid-afternoon, coffee was the only drink that could give him the extra push to finish the day. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was just about time for his students to start entering the classroom. He felt a little odd calling them ‘students’, when in reality; they were only a few years younger than he was. He liked to believe that in his seven years since graduating, that he had turned into a mature adult- although this was obviously false. He still hated homework and tests just as much as he did when he was in school. Only now he had the unfortunate pleasure of grading said tests. Despite all the work required of being a teacher, it was lessons like the one he planned for this particular day that made it all worthwhile.

Richard had been looking forward to this lesson for some time now. The Advanced Class had been studying Dragons for the past two days, going over each species in detail, along with the regulations the Wizarding World had set up to protect them. He wondered if his students were tired of him going on and on about the fantastic beasts. Although it wasn’t his fault if he got a little overexcited when it came to dragons. They were his favorites after all, even if they had tried to kill him once or twice while he was observing them in the field.

“Welcome class,” he said in his baritone voice as he walked to the front of the room. On the old wooden table before him, sat a small plush pillow. “I hope you are feeling awake today, because we will be doing some moving around. By now I suspect that most of you are tired of me lecturing on dragons, so today we are going to be observing them instead,” he said as he patted the pillow. “If you notice, there are 4 small pillows placed around the classroom,” he continued as he gestured to the tables near the window, the back of the classroom, and beside the door. “In a moment, I will be changing these pillows into dragons.”

He then turned to the board and began writing the students’ goals for the day. “You have three tasks to complete by the end of class. 1. Name each dragon, 2. Write down any details that helped you to identify them, and 3. Rank each one according to how dangerous you believe they are and why.” After he had written down all of the tasks, he then turned to the class to give them their last piece of information; one that he figured would result in a few moans and groans. “You are NOT allowed to use your books or notes,” he said being sure to put on a serious face. “In a real life situation you would only have your knowledge and wits. However, you may consult your fellow classmates for help if you need it,” he added trying to be a little nice. After all, he couldn't expect them to learn everything in two days.

Richard then in a clear loud voice, cast the spell Draconifors at the four pillows. A fiery red light flew from his wand, causing each of them to turn into a pillow-sized dragon. "These dragons are fairly weaker, and won’t breathe fire at you unless provoked,” he added hoping to quell any fear his students may have had. “That said, that won’t stop them from behaving like their full sized counterparts,” he said warningly. He wanted his dragons to really act like dragons, and part of that was having them behave as aggressively as they would in the wild. In most cases, having dragons in a classroom filled with teenagers would get him fired in a second. However, this spell allowed him to have live specimens that he could control, thus giving his students the best opportunity to get up close and personal with them, without worrying about being burnt to a crisp. He hoped his students would really learn from this experience, and hopefully have some fun at the same time.

After he released the class to work on their task, he began walking around the classroom, making sure to keep a vigilant eye on everyone- dragons included. He would have to be ready to turn them back into pillows if need be, although he hoped that the Advanced students by now would know how to behave around beasts such as these.

OOC:

The dragons for most part would stay in their designated areas of the classroom, although they may fly around. Please keep post within reason, as Professor Tallec would intervene before a student or another dragon got severely injured. Creative, realistic posts are worth more points. If Richard is needed, please tag Professor Tallec in the subject line. Posting rules apply. Please add house after name. Have fun!

Dragon positions:

Window- Common Welsh Green
Front of classroom-Hebridean Black
Back of classroom-Swedish Short-Snout
Near door- Norwegian Ridgeback

Subthreads:

Experiencing a burning love by Wendy Canterbury - Pecari

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Wendy Canterbury - Pecari

September 08, 2014 9:07 PM

Experiencing a burning love by Wendy Canterbury - Pecari

Wendy loved Professor Tallec. Actually she had loved all the COMC professors that had trickled through Sonora and was sad every time they decided to leave. But Wendy thought she was dangerously bordering on having what she thought was a crush on her professor. He was just so interesting and she loved the way he talked, not to mention he was quite young to be teaching a bunch of sixth and seventh-years. And for the past two days he had been talking about dragons. Since Wendy's first year, she had hoped and wished and waited to learn about dragons. Before she had found out she was magical, she had dreamed and consumed fairy tales all about unicorns and dragons. They were two of her favorite magical creatures, and finding out that they did exist had made little Wendy almost start crying in joy. However, since arriving at Sonora she had yet to see either creature. She had waited six years for a professor to start talking about either unicorns or dragons, and finally, finally Professor Tallec was the one to fulfill her dream. That could partially be the reason for her monstrous admiration for him.

Once he had started lecturing on dragons, Wendy had taken copious amounts of notes and listened very carefully. She paid closer attention to this subject than she had to any COMC lesson before. It was all so fascinating, learning about the different types of dragons, the forms they possessed, the regulations that the Wizarding World had put up, all the while knowing that these creatures actually existed. For the past two days Wendy had almost jumped out of her seat with eagerness. Today's class didn't seem to be anything more than a lecture again, but even though Wendy was itching to see an actual dragon, she didn't think it possible. Bringing a dragon onto the school grounds could possibly result in a smoldering wasteland, not to mention the expulsion of Professor Tallec. Wendy did not want either result in the slightest for different reasons.

She sat down and pulled out her notebook and pen for another day of note-taking. Even if she could never see a real dragon, hearing about them was enough for now. Maybe when she was a little older she would go on and travel around the world to see them. When Professor Tallec started class, Wendy was momentarily confused. How were they going to observe dragons? He was going to turn pillows into dragons?

It was a lot to take in and Wendy had to try and calm herself. Her cheeks were going to break, she was smiling so hard, and to try and distract herself she scribbled down the three tasks Professor Tallec wanted them to do. Then before Wendy knew what was happening, there were four dragons in the room rolling their necks, blinking their eyes, opening and closing their mouths. Wendy stopped breathing for a second before expelling a breath in awe. "Holy cow," she breathed. Even if they weren't the real thing, Wendy couldn't tell the difference. "I can't believe this is happening," she said to no one in particular. "I'm looking at an actual dragon." They had wings and scales and teeth! She almost wanted to see one of them breathe fire and feel the heat--from a distance, of course--just to make sure they were real. Professor Tallec was cool, but Wendy was completely and utterly taken with the dragons.

After getting over her dumbfounded amazement, she looked around at the four amazing creatures and decided she wanted to observe the one near the door. She turned to the person closest to her, thinking it would be better to work as a team just in case things with the dragon got a little out of hand. "Do you want to work together? I'm thinking of going to observe that dragon over there."

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Aria Yale, Teppenpaw

September 11, 2014 6:59 PM

I've experienced that before. by Aria Yale, Teppenpaw

Aria was nearly done with her Sonora education. Nearly. She still had to get through her seventh and final year at the school. For most of her classmates, she was sure this was a bittersweet year for them. Not for her. What few friends she had made while attending the school were not solid enough for her to be upset over. James was probably the closest thing to a friend and even their moments together were sporadic. With his background, she knew there would be no continuation of pleasantries after they graduated. This did sadden her a little bit, but she didn’t think he would mind not having her around very much after this. This was something she had grown used to over the years. Her background made her vastly different from her peers. She had not met anyone with even a slightly similar background to her, which was odd, but Sonora was small. When others back home asked her about going here, she advised them that it was better to be home schooled. Friends at home mattered. Family mattered. She was (by her choice) thrown into a world that she did not understand and who did not understand her. Because of that, she had been alienated and a lonely life existed for her here.

But now it would soon be over. Everyone else, she was sure, was worried about their exams at the end of the year as well as the ball. Not her though. Instead, she focused on her personal essay statements and college applications that she would send out when Midterm came. Exams were not an issue for her. Aria did very well in her classes and on tests. She was aware that she would not have a date for the ball and so, she would not bother herself with worry over it. She would go for the dinner and yearbook and then she would leave as there was no reason for her to stay after that. That would be the end of her Sonora life. The moment she left the ball. She was giddy about it more than anything. Perhaps that was worrisome in itself, but Aria wasn’t happy here. Content enough, but not fulfilled. Leaving this place would be a blessing for her.

Her hazel blue eyes watched the new Care of Magical Creatures professor as he started the lesson. He didn’t seem that old, but then, she supposed age didn’t matter if you were a teacher. She would be a Healer by the time she was twenty five and expected to run the clinic with her mother. Age wasn’t any indication of skill or knowledge. The Defense professor, the Substitute, and the Librarian were all young as well. Aria always liked to observe them to see how they handled a pack of teenagers. Most did so flawlessly.

The lesson was regarding the continued discussion on dragons. Aria wasn’t quite sure why they couldn’t just study these creatures in the Mirage Chamber. Wasn’t that the point of the room? They had used it for so many things before. She wondered if the professor was too new to know about the chamber, in which case, not having larger than life yet completely harmless creatures made sense. She had taken diligent notes over the lessons, so his challenge to the class was more than reasonable to her. She knew there were some slackers who didn’t much care about their education, but Aria was never one of them. Despite her ‘free love’ spiritualist ways and her misunderstanding of social norms, Aria was not a brainless person, even though she was sure most of the students here felt that she was. Potions was her best class, getting Os each and every time, but the other lessons weren’t that far behind (except for Transfiguration and Defense due to her moral conflicts with the lessons).

Aria grabbed a clean parchments and pulled herself up from her desk. Her hair was a crazy mess of blonde curls and she wondered briefly if she ought to pull it back in case something happened. Before she could really decide though, a voice sounded near her and Aria turned to see Wendy talking. Aria liked Wendy. She was a cute girl who was passionate about living. Living. Although, perhaps the girl was not aware of that just yet. She hoped no one ever took her spirit from her. Aria smiled pleasantly to the girl. Wendy was one of those whom Aria believed ‘friend’ was a hint of a relationship between them. “That is fine with me.” Aria agreed. “You seem very excited, have you never seen a dragon before?” Aria hadn’t recalled seeing one in person, but she certainly didn’t find it exciting. At least they were not real and therefore, not being held against their will.

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Wendy Canterbury

September 12, 2014 1:09 AM

Should I let it consume me? by Wendy Canterbury

Wendy had wished, and perhaps would always wish, that she had spent more time with Aria during her time at Sonora. The older girl would be leaving and Wendy would once again feel as though she had lost an older sister. Except while she would always be connected to Waverly, Wendy wasn't sure if she and Aria would continue to keep in contact. She really hoped they would and she wanted to think positively about those things. Saying goodbye was her least favorite activity in the whole world.

She brightened at Aria's smile. "No, I haven't. I've only read about them in fairy tales, but I've always wanted to see one. That and unicorns. I had hoped to see a real one, but it probably wouldn't be very happy in a classroom, would it? Not to mention the school would probably burn down." Wendy smiled. "Shall we go meet him?" She hoped to form an acquaintance with the dragon even if it would make it harder to see him disappear again.

"My mom would tell me that alligators and crocodiles were the descendants of dragons when I was little. That could be true, but I've never seen one of those in real life either. I don't think they're even twice the size of these dragons." When she reached the dragon, she was awestruck by its enormous beauty once again. "He's really so beautiful," she said. "I want to touch him, but I'm not sure if that'll be safe." She reached out a hand as if she was going to, but she was at a safe enough distance that the dragon merely looked at her and sniffed. Wendy smiled bigger.

Her relationship with magical creatures had, for the most part, been positive in the classroom. She was not very sure whether or not she wanted to make a career out of it, but then again she couldn't see herself working at any kind of job. Wendy just wanted to lie in the grass and appreciate the world or run with wild horses or travel and see the wonders of the world. She hated the idea of adhering blindly to society's expectations, whether or not it was in the muggle world or the magical one. It would be nice, however, to work with magical creatures on a closer level. She just didn't like all the rules and schooling she had to do for it.

"I think his name is Roark," she told Aria. "Does that sound right?" she turned to look at her, taking her hazel-green eyes off of the dragon for a second before turning back. Roark looked unimpressed by the puny humans, and his seemingly stuck-up nature thrilled Wendy. "He's definitely a Norwegian Ridgeback. The spikes on his tail are bigger than the others and the ridges on his back are more prominent. He doesn't have that sharp spear-end to his tail like the Hebridean Black either." She had done her homework, that was for sure. She wrote it down on her parchment along with the notes on detail. "I think I'll write down his name too. Do you have anything to add?" she asked. "How dangerous do you think he would be in the wild?" He didn't seem too dangerous right now, but maybe that was just because they weren't in his personal space.

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Aria

September 22, 2014 9:46 PM

I wouldn't recommend it. by Aria

“I don’t think a fully matured Unicorn would enjoy it so much, but foals are quite lovely and they are more trusting than their adult counterparts.” Aria commented. She had seen a foal before. The beauty of her had been overwhelming that many of her community had celebrated for three days. It had been a glorious time. Aria had been young then. She remembered it clearly though. Her people loved to celebrate life, nature, and beauty. Not superficial beauty as in a person’s looks, but the beauty of innocence and purity. Most people were ignorant to such things.

“Your mother tell tales.” Aria commented, not meaning any offense. “Alligators and crocodiles were around for at least 37 billion years and haven’t really evolved much from what they are now. Although, I can understand slightly why one would link those together. “ Aria became lost in her thought for a moment before shaking herself out of it. “Dragons are obviously their own species, but I’ve often believed they were linked between a bat and a Kimono Dragon. There’s no evidential proof, just a thought of mine.” Aria always enjoyed the bats that flew around at night back home. Some people were terrified of them, but Aria didn’t understand why. They were brilliant in their capabilities.

“I believe the females are the more aggressive form of dragon.” Aria commented. “They have their young to protect.” Aria honestly believe the female in any specie was the more aggressive of the two once the young were born, but she was aware that was likely to start some form of argument with someone. “But I still would not recommend getting too close to this one.”

“If the name feels right to you then that is his name.” Aria stated, her eyes locked onto the dragon as she looked him over. “It’s a strong name.” She had no complaints about it and she doubted the dragon had any idea as to what they were talking about.

Aria smiled quietly to herself when she heard Wendy begin to take notice of the type of dragon. It was clear that she had done her research into it. Aria wondered if that meant she planned to work with creatures when she graduated? As much as Dragon Tamers bothered her, Aria knew that they were necessary in order to keep the dragons safe from both the magical and Muggles. “Not at all, you covered them quite well.” Aria commented lightly. “The ridges are what give them away. Those and Hungarian tail are the only real ways to tell them apart, really. Aside from the color of their eggs, but that’s not really an option for us.”

Aria would have really loved to have seen a Chinese Fireball, she really felt those dragons would be beautiful to see in person. “I think, looking at the four types here, the Professor chose the less dangerous ones, but dragons, in general, are not docile. They aren’t common house hold pets. You disturb their territory, they’ll likely eat you.” Aria was all for nature, but she was also aware that even nature had limitations. “Do you plan on working with dragons when you graduate?” Aria asked.

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Wendy

September 27, 2014 5:58 PM

That takes some of the fun out of it. by Wendy

The image of a small unicorn baby made Wendy almost melt just thinking about it. "You're really lucky to have seen a foal," she replied, wishing somewhat that she could have been born into Aria's community. But Wendy liked her muggle life in Arizona, so she wasn't too bummed about it. She just wished that unicorns were a little more populated in her area.

Aria was right; Wendy's mother did like her fairy tales, and above all she was a muggle. There was no way Wendy's mom could know that dragons were actually real and present in today's society. "Where did you learn all that?" Wendy asked curiously. Evolution was a natural part of life, but there were so many mysteries of the world that linking creatures that looked similar and had similar bodies was only natural. Did the magical world know more about history and science than the world Wendy had come from? They probably did since non-magical people didn't even know that magic was real for the most part.

The females of any species always seemed to be the more aggressive with babies around. Wendy could understand it; if she had birthed living creatures from her body, she would probably want to protect them with her life. The miracle of birth was definitely a magical and beautiful process in itself, but Wendy really didn't want to spend her brainpower thinking about that when there was a dragon right in front of her to observe.

Wendy took care to keep a good distance from Roark just in case he did get a little snippy. Aria was very practical in her approach to these creatures and Wendy appreciated that about her. "I've only seen pictures of dragon eggs before. Are they really as big as they're described?" she asked, hazel eyes wide again in curiosity.

Aria's description of what dragons were really like made Wendy a little less inclined to get close to dragons in the future. She remembered the fairy tales and stories of people flying on the backs of dragons or training them to become almost like a household pet. Nothing was ever as pretty in reality, and that was something Wendy just had to come to terms with. She shook her head at Aria's question. "No. Well, I'm not so sure. I think I would want to do something with magical creatures, I just don't know what. I just get really passionate in my studies when it's on something I like." She smiled at Aria before turning again to look at the dragon.

"What are you going to do once you graduate?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light. She didn't want to get emotional and sentimental during class, but this was the perfect time to ask. They were almost done with their assignment anyway.

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Aria

September 28, 2014 10:03 PM

Does it? Then carry on. by Aria

“We’re all lucky for the beauty we see every day.” Aria commented with a small smile, looking almost wistfully and clearly no longer focused at the task at hand. Aria loved Mother Nature as this was the way in which she had been raised. She would never understand anyone who could not simply look around at what they had and be appreciative of that. She certainly was not perfect and had her moments of despair, she was only human, but overall, she knew the life she lived and would continue to live would be fulfilling and blessed and she gave her thanks to that every morning during meditation and prayer. “It was quite lovely.” She said, her smile changing slightly to look almost sad when her gaze refocused and she was back in the classroom. She had a moment of homesickness. They came and went, never lasting too long. Soon though, she would be returning and would never have to feel those pangs again.

At Wendy’s question, Aria shrugged, “Books. I have a lot of free time, so I read.” This was true. Because she didn’t have a social life here at Sonora, Aria found herself checking books out from the library and reading. This had become her routine every sense Liam left the school. She didn’t mind it and she had learned quite a bit from it. Most of the time now though it was things that she could find for University or Mechanical Transfiguration or Healing to assist her mother. Still, she retained much of what she had read over the years.

Aria was taking a moment to write down her thoughts and descriptions of each dragon from what she could see at her current position. When they moved around, she would simply fill in the missing pieces on closer observation. “From what I understand, they are as big as a human head. Possibly bigger as I suppose depending the type of dragon.” Aria answered. “As impressive as the size of an egg is, it’s the colors of them that I find magnificent.” Aria said, sounding awed. “For instance, a Common Welsh Green Dragon has brown eggs with green speckles all over them. Probably for camouflage, but a Chinese Dragon have red eggs with gold speckles. Beautiful.” Aria was smiling, just picturing them. “I’m sure the real dragon is what inspired the dragons for the Chinese New Year. Even if Muggles aren’t aware of them.”

Her eyes lingered on Wendy for a moment while the younger girl tried to explain what it was she looked forward to doing after Sonora. There was a vast amount of options for a person to take, especially one like Wendy who had both the Magical world and the Muggle world to choose from. “There’s plenty to do with creatures. I’m sure you’ll find something that fits you best.” Aria commented, being encouraging.

“My fate is to continue on with my Mother’s work as the Medicine Woman of the community.” Aria answered without hesitation. “I’m applying to several universities with Healer programs around where my home is so that I can commute.” Aria explained. “After coming to Sonora and finding all of this to be difficult and lo-“ Aria paused, stopping herself from saying ‘lonely’. She didn’t want that word to be associated with her, “challenging” she amended, “I’d prefer to stick closer to home and be with my family and friends while studying. I look forward to working with my mother full time and to give back those who have given me so much.”

She knew that some people thought it was strange that her destiny was predetermined for her, but Aria actually really loved the idea of becoming a Healer. She had a passion for helping her community and what better way to do that than this?

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Wendy

October 04, 2014 11:55 PM

If I turn to ashes it shall not be in vain by Wendy

Wendy liked Aria's company very much. She reminded her somewhat of her mother. They had that same calm, soothing aura about them and were really into nature. There wasn't much green where Wendy lived and she knew her mom missed the green hills of North Carolina, but for a woman living in the desert she could find something beautiful in almost anything.

Reading was not very high on Wendy's list of likes. She much preferred exploring caves or dune-buggying with her family or friends. She also liked to watch clouds, climb tree or go stargazing, but not read. There was so much of the world to see that Wendy didn't think she could find any time to stick her nose in a book. Aria didn't seem to think so, however, and Wendy could respect that. She always learned something new about her friend whenever they talked. Wendy wanted to hang out with her more outside of class, and she decided to say so. "If you ever find free time you don't fill up reading, we should hang out." There weren't shops or cafes they could visit, but Wendy was sure they could think of something nice to do. "We can go on a picnic or something before it gets too cold."

As she thought all these things, Wendy wrote down her observations of the other dragons, remembering that they were supposed to be writing something about each one. She enjoyed working with dragons, but Wendy didn't know if it was a job she would like to pursue. Dragons were dangerous, she knew that much, but they weren't her favorite magical creature ever. Unicorns were. If she could just find a line of work where she could work with unicorns, she would be the happiest little witch in the world.

"I hope I get to see a dragon egg in person someday," Wendy said wistfully. She could imagine the eggs as Aria described them, as big as her head, brown with green speckles or red with gold. It looked beautiful in Wendy's head. "I'm kind of glad muggles can't see dragons like they used to. Dragons burning villages and whatnot back in the Middle Ages made muggles really dislike them. They're considered myths now and regarded with some awe, but I don't think people would be half as amazed seeing a dragon in person than on a television screen or in a book." There was some safety in second-hand observation, but it didn't do the magical creature justice in Wendy's mind.

The way Aria described her destiny after Sonora sounded a little sad. The pureblood world wasn't exactly a welcoming community from what she knew of it and there were expectations that had to be met no matter what. The idea of fitting into social expectations conflicted with Wendy's free spirit and she wondered if Aria had ever wanted to be something other than a Medicine Woman.

Transitioning from one world to another was most certainly a difficult task, one that Wendy was acutely aware of. Aria's situation, however, was different. The muggle world and the magical world were similar in some ways. Aria's world seemed very different from anything Wendy was familiar with and she wouldn't be surprised if Aria had found it difficult to fit in. "That's really wonderful of you to want to give back to your community," Wendy said. "I think I take things for granted a little too much sometimes."

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Aria

October 08, 2014 10:07 PM

Well, I suppose that's what matters. by Aria

Aria looked at Wendy for a moment when she gave an open invitation to hang out during her free time. She hadn’t meant to give the impression that reading was the only thing she did on her down time, it just happened to be something that she did when she felt like it during her free time. “I don’t always read.” Aria corrected her. “I like to work on my sculptures in the Art Room or meditate in the gardens. Reading just happens to be something that I also do.” Realizing she did not initially answer the invitation, Aria continued, “I would enjoy your company though. I do not get to spend much time with others and it would be nice to.”

Aria laughed at Wendy’s comments regarding Muggles and Dragons. “I don’t think most Magical beings would be too amazed or happy to see a dragon in person either.” She stated. She was going to ask what a television was, but thought better of it. She was sure Wendy must grow tired of being asked such things as a Muggleborn. Aria had often grown tired when people spoke of her and her community. When a question was asked with genuine curiosity, that was one thing, but more times than not, it was just out of the need to find a way to be right in whatever conversation she was having at the time.

She nodded as Wendy spoke, agreeing with her statement. “Most of the world does. I think that’s one reason why some people look down upon me and my community.” Aria commented. “They see us as dirty, poor, stupid people, but the truth is, we are sufficient because we see what Mother Nature offers to us willingly and we give our thanks and blessing in return. We are minimalists. We work hard for the food on our table, the clothes on our back, and the roof over our heads. We do not need riches to flaunt our happiness. The money we make is deposited and used to help keep the community going and allowing new members to join us.” Aria was passionate when she spoke of home and it had been a long time since she had been able to with someone.

“I give back because the community has given me a life that I can call my own. My parents left the world that turned away from them behind and the community opened their arms to them. They found a way to love who they were and what they did again. People from all over find shelter with us. People can pick what they want to do instead of society telling them. Children learn different skills so that they can find a career that they love. There are no ropes holding us back. No one will turn you away for being different.” Aria paused to take a breath and clear her head. “In this school I have found intolerance with an occasional acceptance from people. It’s a rigid world and I do not understand the hostility in it. These different social systems based on blood or money, I don’t understand the point. It’s sad and heartbreaking. “ These differences kept her roommates from knowing her and her one friend from calling her a friend.

“I hope your time here has been less unfriendly than mine. Please be careful of those who might end up hurting you, even if they have the best intentions. I like you and I wouldn’t want you to lose your spirit.”

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