Professor O'Leary
January 17, 2009 6:08 PM
Lesson II: Third and Fourth Years by Professor O'Leary
While today’s lesson would mostly deal application, it was one that did not require the desks to be moved. Instead, on each desk there was a box. They were all different as they had been ones that he had just seemed to accumulate over the years, but none of the ones that he had set out were larger than a breadbox, which was in fact one of them. All of these boxes had one thing in common. Even though, there were no locks or anything else on the boxes, they were near impossible to open, as some of the bolder students were finding out.If Drake had wanted the students to not touch the items, he would have said so immediately when the students had begun to enter the room, because there were days when just some things ought not to be handled without instruction for their safety. However, in an effort to encourage the shier students, he stated, “Before we begin today’s lesson, I want everyone to attempt to open the box in front of them. You may try everything, including your wand, so long as you do not physically destroy the box or attempt dangerous magic.”
He waited a few minutes to allow the students to make their tries before drawing their attention back to him, though, there were always sure to be those that didn’t for which a good stare was earned. “As you have undoubtedly noticed, no matter what you tried, the box would not open.” It was a way to state the obvious, but it brought it to the point of why. “This is because the Anti-Intruder Jinx has been placed on each box, which is what we will be discussing. The Anti-Intruder Jinx does exactly what the name suggests, it keeps out intruders.”
Drake did not go into the usefulness to teenage privacy of the spell involving hiding what they didn’t want their parents to see. Hey, he had been a teenager once and the spell had been rather handy at the time, but he was no longer a teen, but rather a professor and one that had the job of showing them other useful aspects of the spell. “The spell does not have to be used on only boxes, but will work on other things as well. Often the spell is used on houses for protective measures when needed, so depending on your field, you may see this jinx quite often.
Now, then, a demonstration is in order. First, I’m going to prove that the box on my desk is unprotected.” Drake called one of the students to come up and attempt to open the box, which he knew would open easily. Once it was proven that the box was indeed unprotected and after asking the student to stay, he warned the class to pay close attention. He performed the slightly complicated wand movement and proper incantation. Finished, he turned to the student still standing there, “Try opening the box again.”
He waited, knowing the box wouldn’t open and was proven correct. Giving a reassuring pat on the shoulder, Drake told the student that they could go sit down. “As you can see, the box was unable to be opened.” At the end of the word, he flipped open his box. “Now, why was I able to open it? If performed correctly, the Anti-Intruder Jinx should allow the spell caster to open the box.” With this, he lifted the spell from each of the students’ boxes. “Each box should have the spell removed, so that you can practice the Jinx. If you have any questions, I’ll be around. You may begin.”
OOC: Remember that posts should be at least ten sentences or two paragraphs (approximately 200 words) long. Points will be awarded based on length, grammar, creativity, etc. Have fun!
Subthreads: Exactly the distraction I needed. by Laurie Cider with Cecily Smythe, Laurie
Pandora who? by Oliver Abbott with Chelsea Brockert, Oliver
Can you keep a secret? by Cynthia Smythe with Irene Liddowe, Cynthia
Class Closed (nm) by Professor O'Leary
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Laurie Cider
January 22, 2009 4:55 PM
Exactly the distraction I needed. by Laurie Cider
For not the first time that week, Laurie was nearly late for class. The reason for near tardiness was not due to typical Laurel Cider pursuits, such as talking to housemate and best friend Renaye or being distracted by said best friend's ever adorable brother. No, her lack of proper time planning stemmed from more menial pursuits: namely, the application of lip gloss. She wasn't sure when it suddenly became imperative that she pay better attention to her appearance; she was certain, though, that it started after that night spent on the beach.Suddenly, her mornings were too short. Her hair could no longer sit simply in a pony tail or braid. Her skin bothered her with its unpredictability. Her clothes felt childish and silly. For the first time, she envied her dorm mates their fashion and preening, and more than once she opened her mouth to ask advice from one of them to only close it shut, an ugly feeling pitting in her stomach. Laurie knew what her mom would call this sudden change in awareness: growing pains. Laurie had another name for it: stressful.
Since when had she cared whether or not Josh thought she was pretty? And since when did this concern press in the back of her mind and raise its voice for notice at least once every ten minutes?
Thus, the need to ensure her lip-gloss was proper applied. Thus, the need to check her appearance in between classes. Thus, the need to practically run to class to ensure a timely arrival. Thus, all earlier actions being undone. Stressful was really too soft a word for it. It was exhausting; she didn't know how her dorm mates did it.
DADA had its pros, mostly in the sense that it involved repetition and easily pushed most other thoughts out of her mind. She could grant the lesson full focus and the rest- it could just wait for later. Plus, being a teenage girl meant that she had more than one 'box' that might need protecting from others' curiosity. Mastering the Anti-Intruder jinx would be a two-fold blessing. Grateful, Laurie devoted herself to the task at hand.
First, she practiced the motions, repeating them until the awkwardness left her wrist and the movements fell together in one sweeping gesture. Second, she spoke the incantation, running her lips over the words until her tongue felt comfortable with the syllables and the sounds no longer felt foreign to her ears. Third, she turned to the box, her hand poised and wand lifted.
When Laurie finished, she paused, a thought finally occurring to her. Naturally, if the spell worked, she would be able to open the box. However, even if the spell didn't work, she would still be able to open it. That meant. . . she sighed, pushing back at a lock of dark blond hair that liked to fall over her eyes. She scanned her classmates, looking for one who didn't seem too occupied and then approached.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but would you mind trying to open my box? I don't know whether the jinx worked or not."
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Exactly the distraction I needed.
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Cecily Smythe
January 29, 2009 12:36 PM
*resists making poor taste joke* by Cecily Smythe
This year seemed to be dragging on forever, Cecily observed. Certainly, it probably had something to do with her parents' promise of taking the family to an exotic island over the summer - Cecily spent hours daydreaming of lying on a beach somewhere, being waited on hand and foot - but the monotony of school did nothing to help the time pass. Cecily sat bored in Defense class yet again. There were surely better ways for her to be spending her time. She wouldn't be young forever.Though actually, this class might have some sort of practical use. A box that couldn't be opened by anyone else had definitive and obvious charm. Resigned to pay attention, Cecily's mind only drifted occasionally to the sound of gently breaking waves as she listened to Professor O'Leary's class. The fact that she was filing her nails at the same time merely demonstrated her ability to multi-task.
Eventually the droning finished, and Cecily was able to attempt this spell. Yet she noticed a flaw in this plan quite soon. At about the same time, Laurie seemed to have the same thought. "Do you say that to everyone you meet?" Cecily asked Laurie with a coy smile. Nevertheless, she took the box Laurie was offering and tried to prize it open with her manicured nails. "Won't budge," she said, passing it back. "Well done, you pass."
Deciding talking to her friend might be a passable way to spend the lesson, Cecily pulled a chair towards them with her foot and indicated without words or gestures that Laurie should sit down. "School is so tedious right now," Cecily said boredly, admiring her well kept cuticles. She was so pleased she'd managed to get out of that ghastly habit of biting them. "Please tell me something entertaining otherwise I might expire."
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*resists making poor taste joke*
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Oliver Abbott
January 29, 2009 1:05 PM
Pandora who? by Oliver Abbott
It seemed he spent all of his time frowning these days. oliver was just so confused about everything, and it had the unfortunate effect of keeping him in a bad mood. Seeing as he was usually so mild, the constant forwn looked out of place, and he was keen to shed it. Yet there was so much going on.Julian and Allison had broken up over midterm, and they had been together for years. Oliver hated Allison of course - everyond did, she was so dumb - but he still felt bad for his brother. It must be weird to not have someone around anymore when they'd be there so long. Add to that the unbelievable truth that Charlie hadn't had a boyfriend for pushing on five months now and the world was upside down. Oliver thought he might be able to right it, at least for himself, but he seemed incapable. He was in his fourth year now, and that meant four years of thinking Hannah Laurent was the most beautiful girl in school. And still he could barely speak to her without being a total idiot. He was starting to think that maybe he'd left it too long. Was Hannah in the friend zone? Charlie talked about the friend zone. She said it was best to ask someone out before you got too comfortable with each other or it would be weird. Oliver thought it was going to be weird anyway, but he didn't want Hannah to hate him. On top of that, he was only human and his cowardice with Hannah only meant his eyes had been wandering to the plentiful array of other girls in the school.
Throwing his bag at the floor as if it had done him personal injury, Oliver sat heavily behind a desk and inwardly grouched that he wasn't even enjoying being in one of his favorite classes anymore. He glared at the box on his desk - it was small and light, maybe used to store quills or something - but didn't try to open it until instructed by the professor. Then he just became agitated at his lack of success, and then the explanation that he wouldn't have been able to open it anyway, so not only was it a waste of time but he looked foolish, too.
Oliver only managed to pause his frowning when Old Eerie called him to the front. Deciding that looking surly in front of his classmates wasn't a brilliant plan, Oliver sighed and dutifully opened the box on the professor's desk as instructed. When asked to sit down again, Oliver suddenly found the whole lesson amusing and succeeded in sitting through the rest of the demonstration with a smirk.
It became apparent fairly early on that Oliver would need a partner to assist him with the practical part of this class. For the time being he cast the jonx on his own box, confident enough in his own spell casting ability (and they were sharing the class with third years) that it worked and the box now couldn't be opened. All he needed now was a willing volunteer. "Care to assist?" he asked the person seated next to him with an ironic smile.
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Pandora who?
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Chelsea Brockert
January 29, 2009 2:38 PM
Is that anything like Doctor Who? by Chelsea Brockert
Defense wasn't the worst class, but Chelsea rarely ever saw the point of it. However, today a small smirk found its way to her face. The lesson was actually something useful. Professor O'Leary's failure to mention of the spell's most practical application did not prevent her from thinking of it on her own. An Anti-Intruder Jinx would be foolproof way to keep Nina away from anything that was hers. And Evan too. Chelsea's younger brother might have lacked their sister's suspicion but the small boy was unnaturally curious about everything in general. Privacy was a concept the five year old just did not seem to get.Chelsea actually did work her hardest to get the spell on the box right. This jinx was important to get perfectly. When she was certain that she had it completely accurate, she stood up to find one of her friends. Chelsea would prefer to spend her time with one of the other Ladies. It made being in class more tolerable.
Cecily was seated the closest but before Chelsea could make her way over there, Laurie Cider reached her friend first. Chelsea frowned and her nose wrinkled in distaste. Laurie was such a wannabe! Why didn't she just stick with Jenaye ! She would never be one of the Ladies so why did she even try. Laurie didn't have grace and manners. She didn't even have potential like Addie. She was hopeless. It made Chelsea sick the way she hung on Cecily, buzzing around her like some annoying gnat. What if she wanted to lead Cecily away from them like Alexis had been? Chelsea shuddered involuntarily. That was not going to happen. Laurie was not going to take her friend away nor would she ever be one of them. The Aladren would not allow it. Of course it only spoke to Cecily's character that she put up with the other Crotalus.
Chelsea sighed, scanning the room for Anabel or Holly, when the person next to her spoke.
"Care to assist?"
She looked down at the boy next to her. Oliver Abbott. Chelsea didn't know too much about him other than his parents chose the muggle life and he was a fourth year Crotalus who was Chaser on their team. That was okay, since he was a boy and the fact that he chose magic despite his parents was a plus in her book too. She was pretty sure that aside from his parents, the Abbotts were a fairly decent pureblood family too, but she'd have to check on that one. "All right" Chelsea replied. She sat back down and gave him her box as well. "I suppose you can do mine as well."
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Is that anything like Doctor Who?
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Oliver
January 31, 2009 12:49 PM
Depends on your perspective by Oliver
Perhaps Oliver should have chosen his partner more carefully. He barely knew this third year, except that she was part of the group with the creepy Crotalus girls in the year below him, and she was related to Adam. Oliver didn't know how he felt about Adam; Talitha liked him enough, so he was obviously a decent sort of person, but his relationship with talitha made Oliver feel uneasy. He couldn't explain it but there it was.This girl, though, she definitely made him uneasy. Those girls in his year were well weird, and she couldn't be much different. It was part to do with that creepy pureblood mess that he'd so far managed to avoid, and that Oliver tended to feel distinctly uncomfortable around girls at the best of times. Still, what harm could a third year do?
Oliver swapped boxes with Chelsea... it was Chelsea, right? Oliver was fairly sure; they'd had classes together for years. "Thanks," he said, as he accepted her work. He pulled the box open with his fingers and for a moment thought it was about to give, but it stayed firmly closed. He tried a couple of opening spells, too, but she seemed to have got the jinx down right.
"Right as rain," he told her, passing the box back again. "It is Chelsea, right?" he clarified. He didn't know many of the third years except for Irene's cousins, and he knew that mentioning them to these pureblood girls wasn't a genius plan.
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Depends on your perspective
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Cynthia Smythe
February 03, 2009 12:18 PM
Can you keep a secret? by Cynthia Smythe
Choosing a seat right at the back of the classroom, Cynthia opened a library book and began reading where she'd left off before coming to class. She was so engrossed in the entrail-expelling jinx that she barely noticed the start of the lesson. Though she did put her book aside until the professor had finished speaking, Cynthia was tempted to pick it up again immediately afterwards. She had been doing this spell at home for years to stop her irritating relations, most particularly her pathetic excuse of a brother, from finding things they ought not to know about.Not that Cynthia had need to keep a great deal of secrets, but there were certain things that she felt were personal, and ought to be kept so. There might also be a number of items stolen from people she didn't like, almost as a trophy of her personal victory against them. Yes, the jinx had been very useful in the past, and she certainly didn't need to practise it now.
Nevertheless, Cynthia cast the jinx firmly on the box and then directly returned to reading her book on Carefully Controlled Curses. She was about to start a chapter on why the Babbling Curse might be more useful than Veritaserum when some unwitting fool distracted her. "What do you want?" she asked, her tone dry and bored but her voice the same harsh sound it always had been.
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Can you keep a secret?
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Laurie
February 09, 2009 2:06 PM
So, yeah, this is belated. Whoops. by Laurie
"Just the few I mark as worthy," Laurie joked back, a half smile twisting her mouth. Pleased that her charm/jink/spell- she never really was sure how to refer to the myriad of worded wand movements her many classes employed; what really separated a jinx from a hex, anyway?- she fell into the chair Cecily pulled her way, feigning an interest in studying her locked box."Isn't it always that way after midterms, though?" Laurie reasoned out loud. "Breaks are good an all, but when they're too long, my pattern gets disrupted and it takes forever for things to fall back in place." She always had been a creature of habit; her need to organize played directly into that propensity. It was part of the reason why her current preoccupation with the intricacies of her appearance had made such an impact on her normally orderly life. There was absolutely no way to plan for sudden bursts of mirror-driven anxiety.
"Something entertaining?" She paused to consider, a finger pressed to her lips. As well as she and Cecily got along, there were still times when Laurie didn't know what to make of her friend. She supposed that midterm hi-lights were as good as any in terms of entertainment. "Well, I managed to get myself completely grounded forever over winter break. I invited Josh over without my parents' permission- and incidentally, they were completely unreasonable about everything over the break, it was ridiculous- and we went out on the beach for a couple of hours. I mean, we didn't even do anything, except sit in the sand and talk about stuff."
Aware that her voice had risen during her tirade, she sheepishly brought it down a decibel or three. "Okay, so it's more venting and less entertaining, but geez, I always thought I'd never be that kid who complains about having parents who don't get it, but really, they just don't. It almost makes me wish I was rebellious, you know?"
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So, yeah, this is belated. Whoops.
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Cecily
February 19, 2009 1:31 PM
Likewise. Meh. by Cecily
Laurie didn't fail in entertaining Cecily. It was more of a rant, but that didn't matter; it brought a smile to Cecily's lips and gave her something to think about, which was a relief."Adults can be unreasonable," she said wisely. She didn't stipulate 'parents' because hers were rarely unreasonable; in fact they were particularly accommodating. But grown-ups generally were a rotten lot of people. They weren't fooling anyone - they obviously used to be children once upon a time, yet they still acted as though they had always been so superior. Even the incesantly inferior people like Flatt acted as though they had some authority over young people. It was ridiculous. But anyway, Laurie had said some far more interesting things.
"Rebellion is overrated," Cecily said. "I find persuasion, coercion and reasoning are far more successful. Besides, they're less likely to get you grounded forever," she smirked.
"So you're still spending time with Joshua," she commented. It was more of an observation than a question. Cecily hadn't formed a definitive opinion of the male Jenaye. He was okay generally speaking: pureblood, athletic, polite, reasonably well-kept, and he hadn't been so bad when they'd gone to the ball together. Yet when Alexis had gone crazy, Josh had totally sided with her and started yelling at Cecily. It had been entirely inprovoked, and that was especially irksome. Besides, he seemed to support his sister without question, which indicated a severe lack of sense, though at the same time Cecily couldn't deny it was quite endearing that he had such closeness with his sister. Even if she was a freak.
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Likewise. Meh.
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Laurie
February 23, 2009 1:28 PM
Super ditto. by Laurie
Laurie laughed immediately; Cecily was so completely herself at all times- it was without a doubt refreshing. "I'm afraid I lack that sort of subtlety," she admitted in response to her friend's advice. "Besides, my parents are gratingly calm in arguments, which is exactly the wrong thing for me. Just makes me- ugh."Sure, her mom was quick to get emotional, but when it came to arguments- and there had been an increase in those in the past year- it always felt like Laurie was the one over-reacting. Her father would listen, shake his head, and then, in a painfully patient tone, repeat whatever it was he said earlier that she was protesting against. She couldn't remember ever seeing either of her brothers engage in similar interactions. The butting of heads between her brothers and her parents had always simmered as a cold war, normally held over dinner and resolved before the meal was finished.
"So you're still spending time with Joshua."
Laurie felt her cheeks warm at the non-question. She supposed if she went for the literal meaning of the statement, then yes, she was spending time with Josh. But there was the insinuation there as well, and the answer to that was a most definite affirmative. All right, so they had never sat down and placed a finite label on what their relationship was, but it was more than friends- of that, she was positive.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and pretended an interest in the practise box's insides. "Hmn," she mumbled. "But I don't think it's anything too, um, official." She hoped Cecily understood what she meant, especially as Laurie was still a little fuzzy on it herself. "We just both, sort of, said we liked each other, and that's basically it.
"Actually," she continued, letting the box's lid close with a dulled slam. "It's been kind of awful lately. I feel so self-conscious around him, and it's just too strange. I kind of wish it was like how it was before, where I wasn't so hyper-aware all the time."
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Laurie
Super ditto.
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Cecily
February 28, 2009 2:37 PM
With buttons on by Cecily
Talking about Jenaye wasn't usually on Cecily's agenda, but for Laurie and Joshua she would make the exception. Laurie had been a fairly decent friend quite consistnatly, so Cecily was prepared to allow her certain privileges. As she listened, Cecily's mind engaged in a rare bout of imagination, wherein Laurie and Joshua remained together as a couple. It could happen fairly easily if Laurie were to alienate herself from her parents (backwards disowning, in a way), because Ranye would no doubt disgrace the family, leaving Joshua with little hope of marrying particularly well, anyway. If they played their cards right they might even be able to move among society. Of course, Cecily doubted that would happen - unless marriages were properly arranged they were rarely successful. These things were best left to people who knew what they were doing, rather than hormones."There is nothing wrong with being aware of one's appearance," Cecily told Laurie, once she'd tuned back into the conversation to discover familiar ground. "However, you must be careful not to let it go too far; vanity is never attractive." Tilting her head to the side for a moment, Cecily scrutinized her friend. "You are attractive," she told her, in factual tones, "so you needn't worry about that. You don't wear especially flattering clothes, though," Cecily gave her opinion, with the afterthought, "though I concede uniform robes do make that almost unimportant." She was on the brink of offering to take Laurie under her wing and advise her in the wardrobe department, perhaps with help from the other Ladies - they could do Addie, too - when she remembered that wasn't actually the subject at hand.
"You could go back to the way things were," she said, a coy expression on her face, "but if seeing someone is worth getting grounded then I might expect you'd be willing to put up with a little self-consciousness."
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With buttons on
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Laurie
March 03, 2009 11:53 AM
Shiny buttons at that. Oo-er. by Laurie
Laurie made a show of marking down notes on her parchment, but listened with peeled ears as her appearance was candidly broken down. While not hugely reassuring- but since this was coming from Cecily, it was, in a way, hugely reassuring- the dress down was at least to the point. Laurie knew that her girly elements were mostly limited to her choice in t-shirt colors and love of nail polish. Her wardrobe was made up almost entirely of denims- pants or shorts and the occasional skirt- and t-shirts. She had the requisite holiday dresses in her wardrobe, mostly of the wrong fit, and that was about it.Perhaps she needed to reconsider her attire before the whole frenetic morning make-up anxiety.
She ducked her head, cheeks warming, before resolutely pushing her hair out of her face and turning her chair to more squarely face her friend. "Yeah, I know. It's just weird and different, and I don't always do well with different. It feels disorganized, and you know how I feel about that. And that night on the beach, well," she lowered her voice to a hushed whisper, her eyes scanning briefly for far-reaching ears, "I think he was going to kiss me- at least, that's what the moment felt like, not that I have any real frame of reference to judge by or anything. I still don't know how I feel about that. I've been kind of avoiding being alone with him since, too."
She worried her lower lip briefly, her thoughts rustling over that tense moment on Christmas night. It had been a typecast moment: a slight stumble in the sand, his ready arms, and a sudden too-near for casual nearness between their faces. Her eyes had closed and she could feel his breath, and then: nothing. They had walked back to her house, her face burning in the darkness, and whatever they might have discussed after that was put on an immediate hold by her parents' discovery of them creeping in from the back patio. Josh had been sent back home immediately, and Laurie had been put under lock and key for the remainder of the holiday.
"I'm probably just worrying over nothing. Thanks, though, for listening." Laurie flashed her friend a grateful smile. "Anything in particular you need off of your chest?"
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Shiny buttons at that. Oo-er.
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Irene Liddowe
March 18, 2009 9:52 PM
Safe with me. by Irene Liddowe
Finally. Irene had been looking forward to DADA since she opened her eyes that morning. The class had always been one of her favorites, not because it was easy, rambunctious, or something of the like, but because Irene loved the subject. She had especially considered taking up a DADA profession after she left Sonora. Her mother had been a teacher and Irene would love to follow in the woman's footsteps. She didn't necessarily have to teach at Sonora, but wouldn't it be cool? The fourth year girl took a seat at the back of the classroom. She was normally a second-row kind of girl, but she had taken a wrong turn, thus her slight tardiness. Irene's blue-green eyes watched the demonstration of the Anti-Instruder Jinx, already seeing the many uses the spell offered.The class was given the okay to get started and Irene stood up, looking for a partner to pair with. She turned away from her desk, bumping into another in the process. After this accidental action, a voice sounded, its sharpness making Irene, her expression a little defensive.
"Sorry," she said briefly, "Didn't mean to." Irene hesitated for a moment, considering the pros and cons of asking to work with the girl. If she said no, Irene could always walk away. No big deal. If she said yes... Well, why not? "Do you need a partner? I swear I'm not useless at Defense." She gave a short, half-smile. Part of her hoped the girl would say no.
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Safe with me.
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Cynthia
March 23, 2009 10:12 AM
Oh goody by Cynthia
"Do you need a partner? I swear I'm not useless at Defense."Merlin help her, it was one of those friendly types. "Well it's always a relief to find something you're not useless at," she said, with a mocking smile that was truly unattractive. "And no, I don't need a partner, but thank you for asking." Amused, Cynthia turned back to her book. Then, after a heartbeat, she changed her mind.
"Okay, fine, you can work with me," she said, but only because this way the professor couldn't claim she hadn't participated. "Here," she brandished her wand and cast the jinx on her box, knowing that it would be flawless from years of practise. "Try to open it, then," she saighed, already bored with the charade.\r\n\r\n
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Oh goody
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Irene
March 25, 2009 10:10 PM
Yes, goody. by Irene
The girl's reply was not what any person would call welcoming. Perhaps a little witty, but it was by no means a help to the ever-uncomfortable situation that was partner work. It was almost a little offensive in the way that she said it. Did she look useless? The girl declined her offer, which came to Irene as a relief. She wasn't a fan of working with uncooperative people anyway and this one seemed to be either in a very bad mood or just always unagreeable. Irene shrugged and turned away, hoping to find a more enjoyable person to partner up with. But then..."Okay, fine, you can work with me." Irene turned around to see the girl holding out the box, already jinxed closed. She must think she's so cool... Irene took the box calmly and attempted to open it. "You got it," she said, replacing her annoyance with an impressed tone. Defense was her thing. She couldn't help but feel academically competitive. She pulled her own box towards her and pulled are her motivation and focus into her mind. Irene tapped the box, feeling a promising warmth at her fingers, assuring her that it had done the trick. She slid the box over a few inches towards the girl.
"You turn," she said. "Oh, I'm Irene, by the way." It was times like these, horribly uncomfortable, vulnerable times, when Irene realized what a loss it was to not have Brett around. At least she knew she would always have a partner when he was around. Now she couldn't help but feel a little lost in classes (socially that is). Even Pecari seemed empty. She found herself around Elly and the gang much more than usual. Her roommate barely spoke to her, not because they didn't get along, but just because. There were only two boys left in Pecari now. Fourth year Pecari's had shrunk to four. It was almost ironic that in the friendliest house of them all, Irene felt alone.
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Yes, goody.
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Professor O'Leary
March 30, 2009 1:10 PM
Class Closed (nm) by Professor O'Leary
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Class Closed (nm)
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