Professor Fawcett
April 28, 2010 12:06 PM
Beginner Potions (1st and 2nd years) by Professor Fawcett
In some ways, the lack of a fifth year was actually a good thing. While John was concerned for how the transplanted sixth years, who had been fourth years a few months ago, would do in the Advanced classes, everyone else had become significantly easier to organize. He had always thought it was a shame that they had an uneven number of years anyway, though he would have preferred eight over six. Very few seventh years seemed to him to be remotely prepared for life on the outside, and extra time wouldn’t hurt those who were any.He was, however, no more than a fringe figure in education, and certainly no politician, so John generally kept his thoughts about the matter to himself and confined his public statements to matters of magisociology. In that world, despite the widespread confusion among his colleagues about why he was teaching children basic potions theory and practice and his last book having been a straight rebuttal of another sociologist instead of anything especially original, he was still a respected figure. To be such in multiple fields would have pleased his ingrained ambition, but he had learned to be content with being such in one.
If, of course, being able to manage a room full of eleven and twelve year olds effectively did not qualify him for expert status all by itself. If it did, John thought he was doing all right.
“Good morning,” he told the class. “Attention, please…Thank you. I am Professor Fawcett, your Potions instructor. Welcome, or as the case may be, welcome back to this class. If you will please respond as I call the roll…”
Once that was done, he put away the paper and switched from his reading glasses to his regulars. He really was going to have to consider bifocals soon, but he intended to put that off as long as possible. It made him feel…old, and not in the sense of a wise professor. “This is a potentially dangerous class, and I expect a high standard of behavior from each of you. I would like Beginner Potions to be a pleasant experience for us all, but rest assured – any disorderly behavior, any deliberate failure to follow directions, any deliberate attempts at pranks or destructive actions will be punished as severely as I can manage.” It took effort for John, who more frequently sounded slightly out of touch with the present, to sound stern and like what he could manage was something quite severe indeed, but he managed it. “An imperfect potion is, if your best effort went into it, allowable; deliberately creating chaos in my classroom is not.”
That important bit out of the way, he went back to sounding deliberately pleasant. “Now, to begin, we’ll work on a simple cheering potion – something our first years can manage, but which I believe I didn’t cover last year with our second years. It's not nearly as powerful as a good number of the mood-altering potions you'll study for RATS, but still not something to indulge in frequently. The side effects can be…unpleasant.
"The ingredients are asphodel root, daisy root, fluxweed, and ginger. All of these should be in a standard potions-making kit, but if you are for some reason running low on an item, there are reserve supplies in the cupboard." For clarity, he used his pointed to indicate where it was.. "Separate into partners, be sensible, and begin."
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Subthreads: Cheering potions yay! by Theo Manzana with Cosette Miller, Crotalus, Theo, Crotalus
Oh dear why?! by Starbuck Gregory with Nicodemus Sawyer, Starbuck
Really don't want to be here by Cooper Abramson (Aladren) with Tobar Brishen
Isn't this fun? by Jane Carey with Dulce Garcia (Teppenpaw), Jane
Model student by Tristan Volkmann with Mariana Ravenmore, Tristan
Here we go again. by Rachel Bauer with Marian Parker, Aladren
Guess I can only try my best. by Sam Bauer with Samantha Hamilton, Samantha
Re: Beginner Potions (1st and 2nd years) by Ellie McGill with Dmitri Petrovskii
Re: Beginner Potions (1st and 2nd years) by Leonardo Michaels with Dani Adair
This seems kinda sketchy by Brad Hayman (Aladren) with Kirstenna Melcher
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Professor Fawcett
Beginner Potions (1st and 2nd years)
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Tristan Volkmann
April 28, 2010 10:08 PM
Model student by Tristan Volkmann
“Blah blah Potions blah roll call bleh blah.” Tristan had no problem reporting that, yes, he was present, and then the Professor’s voice tuned back into static. “This is a potentially dangerous… blah blah… would like beginner… blah bleh… pleasant experience… bleh blah bleh… deliberate attempts at pranks or destructive actions… bleh blah… punshed as severely… blah imperfect bleh bleh… simply cheering potion… bleh… be sensible… blah… begin.”Tristan could’ve given himself a pat on the back – his ability to pay attention had improved vastly from his first experience with a professor. He was beginning to think he was really getting the hang of this classroom stuff. Having been tutored his entire life, he wasn’t used to paying attention when a teacher spoke to everyone instead of directly to him in the comfort of his own home. Well, he’d always had issues paying attention even then, but it was useless to dwell on that now.
Besides, while he wasn’t a Potions prodigy, he’d done this potion before and knew how to pull it off even after missing the ingredients being called out. To say it was easy was an understatement – anything with single-digit ingredients and no weird-mixing/turning tricks was easy in his book. Oh, and things that weren’t under a time limit were good too. Yup, today would probably be his only decent day in potions.
“You’re in luck today,” he told the person next to him. “I happen to know this potion pretty well, so we should get it done while being sensible and everything.” He started to cut the asphodel root and he nodded at his partner. “Could you get started on the daisy root then?” Then he quickly added, “Oh, and my name’s Tristan Volkmann, in case you missed it.” Despite the fact he had yet to even remember his roommates names, he figured it was still a good idea to introduce himself to his partner. That should makes things go easier, right?
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Tristan Volkmann
Model student
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Mariana Ravenmore
April 29, 2010 5:22 PM
Impeccable Slacker by Mariana Ravenmore
Mariana sat beside some random student in the only available seat. She wasn't late, per se, she just arrived a second later then the other students. Maraiana glanced around the potions room, taking note of all the students before turning her attention to the Professor, who was calling role. Mariana rose her hand at the appropriate time before listening intently to the instructions. Well, this should be relatively easy. Her parents had previously hired tutor for her before school had even begun, and this was one of the potions he had covered.She took out her kit and organized everything so she knew where they were, her ingredients lined up nicely. That was when the student sitting next to her, Tristan, was it? Asked her to get started on the daisy roots. Mariana nodded her head to him before taking her knife and beginning to slice the roots. She knew she was supposed to dice them, however this worked much better. She loved potions beyond any other class, and working over a bubbling brew brought her so much happiness.
"My name is Mariana," she told him softly. She sent him a smile, warm and matching the happiness in her eyes, before returning to the roots. She hasn't been this happy since... well, for a long time. A very long time.
When she was finished with those, she began skinning the fluxweed and began to chop it into a fine powder. She looked over to her partner. She knew what she was doing, the question was, did he? Mariana shrugged to herself. Even if he did not, she could easily fix any mistake he made. She knew this potion by heart, having had to make it until it was absolutely perfect.
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Mariana Ravenmore
Impeccable Slacker
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Tristan
May 02, 2010 1:13 PM
Awesome at everything by Tristan
By the time his partner had started on the fluxweed, Tristan had already completely forgotten her name. Just like he had forgotten everyone else’s name so far here. He wondered if anyone was annoyed with the fact he either called everyone ‘Hey, you’ or just dodged using their name at all. Hn, they probably didn’t even notice. He had no reason to worry.He started to cut up the ginger when he noticed people talking about caldrons. Oh, they had to bring those today? That was a throwback. He looked at the girl beside him and cleared his throat. She probably had hers on her, right? “Hey, do you mind if we use you caldron?” To keep himself from sounding too suspicious, he added, “It’s just that you look like you’re almost done cutting, so you’ll have more time to set yours up.”
For as familiar as he was with this basic potion, she seemed to know what she was doing to. This was a good thing, because it meant that she knew how to set up a caldron the right way and wouldn’t just stick it in front of them and leave it go. But that also meant she was more focused and probably took this seriously, so any small talk would most likely be a waste of time for her. Well, whatever, Tristan was bored so hopefully she could multitask. “So…” he started, still cutting while she was working. “You don’t look all that old. Are you a firstie too?”
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Awesome at everything
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Mariana
May 03, 2010 9:30 PM
Terrible at best by Mariana
Mariana, finished, nodded. She set up her cauldron the proper way, the fire going at the right temperature and the water boiling already. From what she remembered, the fluxweed had to go in first, and then the roots, and so one. She glanced at him and nodded."Yes. I'm in Aladren," she told him. "What about you?" She mixed in their finished ingredients, and then went to work with the others. Tristan was still working on his, and that was completely fine, considering they wouldn't need his ingredient until the end. Mariana stirred the potion for a few minutes as required, but then when back to work. She listened as he talked to her, nodding to show that she was.
Multitasking, it seemed, was one of her greater talents. When she was younger she would have to work with the house elves whenever she was punished. It was a sort of double punishment, for both herself and the house elves, because they were not allowed to let anyone assist them with chores, and she hated seeing them punish themselves. She would tell them, order them even, to stop, but they never listened. If they did, they would have to punish themselves some more.
So she would work on multiple chores at the same time secretly, unknown to the house elves, but known to her parents. Her parents didn't care if the house elves were with her, and they would never be spotted otherwise, considering her parents were never in the same room as them. They believed the house elves to beneath them, and as far as they were concerned, she was too.
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Mariana
Terrible at best
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Tristan
May 03, 2010 11:09 PM
Better than the best at best by Tristan
Tristan stopped cutting and watched her set up. She mentioned she was in Aladren and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He wasn’t sure how the Quidditch roster looked in Aladren, so she could very well end up on the team. That’d make her an enemy, of course. Though she didn’t come off like any Quidditch player he’d ever met so maybe she wasn’t on a team. He shrugged it off and went back to cutting.“I’m a first year Pecari,” he said. “Which, in case you didn’t know, is the house with the best Quidditch team.” He puffed out his chest with pride as he finished cutting and carelessly tossed his knife aside. He was still overjoyed that he had made the team and got the spot he had wanted. But being a pureblood who lived and breathed for the sport only got him so far. Now that he was on the team, he was going to have to really prove himself to the older years, a chance he couldn’t wait for.
He frowned at the potion, wondering why he couldn’t be outside training instead of working on this. But maybe it was about time he actually did an assignment. Between setting his project on fire in Transfiguration and just skipping out on Care of the Magical Creatures, his grades were probably… not all that good.
He added the last ingredient and let it simmer together before reaching for a spoon to gently stir it. “So, Aladren… any idea what there Quidditch team looks like? Like who’s on it? Or are they any good?” While she might not look like a player, it didn’t mean she didn’t know players. It was worth asking in his book.
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Tristan
Better than the best at best
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Mariana
May 04, 2010 12:47 PM
Trolls for today by Mariana
Mariana blinked as they finished their potion. Everything was just as it should be, the potion simmering in her cauldron, shimmering in it's pale silver color. She turned her head to the side. Quidditch? She had never watched Quidditch before. Her parents believed it to be barbaric. When she was little she would ask if they could watch it, because she heard the guests talking about it, but they downright refused to take her. She's heard of it, but it didn't mean she's ever watched it. At the time, she had thought it was because they were ashamed of her, and not the sport."I'm not sure, I've never watched Quidditch. I don't know much about it." She told him honestly. Mariana cleaned away her supplies and her knives before taking out her journal. She loved writing. Tapping her chin in thought, she wondered what she could write about. Birds? Or maybe a poem about the potion... Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him for his expression. She could already tell he was a major Quidditch fan.
She turned back to her journal and wrote,
The soft gurgle,
the bubbling brew,
so often reminds me of you.
Add a little sugar,
pour down the spice,
I remind myself that you are not nice.
I wish for you,
to hold me close,
but you look down at me under your nose.
Scorning,
hating,
wishing,
hoping.
Brewing with contempt,
shimmering with hate.
I wish for your love,
I hope for your embrace.
Mariana tilted her head to the side. Naturally it was about her parents, but she didn't like it too much. She could do better. Perhaps today was just not her day? Turning back to Tristan, she asked,
"Do you think you could explain it to me?" It was a genuine question, she really did want to know. It would be horrible to watch her team play and not even know what was going on. Besides, he seemed to look like he knew what he was talking about. Why not ask him?
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Mariana
Trolls for today
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Tristan
May 04, 2010 10:28 PM
Outstanding for everyday by Tristan
This lesson was too easy, Tristan mused as the potion simmered to the right color of silver it should be. He sat back in his chair, pleased that this lesson went by without any major incident. As he already told himself, he needed to get his act together in at least one class. He wasn’t sure he’d like it if all his teachers hated him from the get-go, and a good first potion for this class was a must-have since the rest of his potions would probably end up looking nothing how they should. At least, that’s generally how things went with his Potions tutors back home.Tristan was starting to let his mind wander off to Quidditch when he remembered how his partner admitted to never watching it and knowing not much about it. What kind of witch or wizard didn’t know about the sport? Even muggleborns had to have some clue what it was after flying lessons. The girl had no excuse. He looked at her as if she was the weirdest thing ever for good measure, but his hostile thoughts at her ignorance to the best thing in his life halted when he noticed her writing.
He narrowed his light hazel eyes at her journal. Was that a diary or something? This girl didn’t know a thing about Quidditch by writing in a diary in the middle of a class was okay? What a weirdo!
The girl looked at him and he looked away, not feeling like being caught staring at her. "Do you think you could explain it to me?"
Wait, huh? He looked back at her with confusion all over his face. “Explain what? Quidditch?” he clarified. “Are you serious? It’s not something I can just explain, it should be done properly on a pitch or something, not all rushed or you can’t fully grasp how awesome it really is!” He leaned back and squared his shoulders. “… But I’ll do the best I can.” He smiled. Hey, a conversation about Quidditch wasn’t something he’d ever pass up.
“So assuming you’ve lived under a rock your whole life, I’ll try to keep it detailed for ya. In Quidditch, the general point of the game is for one team to get more points than the other team. There are two ways to score and get points. The first way involves getting a ball called a Quaffle into a hoop – each team has some – to get ten points. Each team has three people who are responsible for trying to score, those people are called Chasers.” He smirked and added in an egotistic voice. “I happen to be a Chaser, it’s my favorite spot by far. But to keep things interesting, each team has one player guarding a hoop – they’re called, naturally, a Keeper since they keep the goal safe.”
He took a deep breath and continued in the same excited, fast pace. “The other way to score is through another ball, which is called a Snitch. Unlike the Quaffle, it’s about the size of one-fourth of my palm and is mad fast, like nearly invisible speed, with wings that help it zip around ever faster. Catching that ball is the only way to end a Quidditch game, so if the Seekers suck or conditions are bad or the balls just hard to find a game could last for days, maybe even forever.” He doubted it’d happen at Sonora, since the professors would probably call it off after a while, but it was good to stick to the exciting facts, right? “If it does manage to get caught, your team gets one hundred and fifty points. Oh, but I mentioned Seekers before – there is one Seeker per team, and only they are allowed to catch the Snitch, so they spend most of the game looking for it or racing to it against the other teams’ Seeker. For the most part, a caught Snitch means a won game for the team that got it.”
“Oh, and as if that wasn’t action-packed enough, there’s another dynamic to the game to keep everyone on their brooms so to speak. Each team gets two Beaters. Beaters are in charges of the Bludgers. Bludgers are iron balls that the Beaters on the other team aim at players on your team. Makes it more exciting, and also keeps it from being too long. If a Bludeger hits a fatigued player and knocks ‘em out cold, and then the team is down a player, the games’ over.” He sighed, smiling at his love for the sport. “You really ought to give it a try and play sometime, or at least go to a game. You don’t know what you’re missing –“ he wanted to say her name then, but not knowing it made him falter. He just shrugged. “ – Yeah, you really ought to.”
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Tristan
Outstanding for everyday
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Mariana
May 05, 2010 4:47 PM
Skipping class by Mariana
Mariana listened to him intently as he explained Quidditch. It did sound fun... but she wasn't too sure about the Bludger thing, it sounds like someone could be seriously hurt. Still, she wouldn't mind watching it. It was a new opportunity to observe other people, and it would be an experience she would love to have.She turned to their potion and bottled it up. It was supposed to simmer in the cauldron for a total of fifteen minutes so it wold become potent, and that fifteen minutes was up three minutes ago. No matter, it wouldn't damage the potion, but it wouldn't be as potent as one bottled right at the fifteen minute mark.
Well, Mariana thought idly, Quidditch does sound fascinating. She was eager to watch the game with her own team playing, but it didn't matter to her if they won or lost. What mattered was that she could finally be somewhat of a normal pureblood- there were few, if any, purebloods who did not know what Quidditch was or who has watched it played.
"Thanks," she told him genuinely. "But it isn't necessarily my fault, you know," she told him, because of the 'living under a rock' thing. "My parents never allowed me to watch Quidditch." She shrugged. "I wanted to, but sneaking out was never an option." She had tried that a few times, and each time she was punished severely- worse than a house elf. At least they got food, no matter what. She had to undergo a week without it, and very little water. Mariana shook her head. Best not think about it now, Mari, she told herself. She didn't want to be depressed for the rest of the afternoon.
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Mariana
Skipping class
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Tristan
May 06, 2010 6:07 PM
Hold up - you're in class, so how can you be skipping it? by Tristan
That was really bizarre. What kind of pureblood family – or any family for that matter – didn’t let their kid watch Quidditch? “Sneaking out is always an option,” Tristan assured her in annoyance. “That’s why it’s called ‘sneaking out.’ You don’t need permission to leave without permission!”He snuck out all the time to go play on the Quidditch Pitch his parents had on their property. He couldn’t imagine not doing it because he was afraid to get in trouble or something, that’d be awful. Even Colleen, a pureblood he’d met at mandatory flying lessons (psh, what a joke that had been) admitted to sneaking out to play the game since most pureblood family’s frowned upon girls doing more than watching the sport.
He wasn’t sure what to be more upset with: that she didn’t know much about Quidditch or that her parents didn’t let her know much about Quidditch. It was all upsetting business, possibly the worst sob story he’d heard since he got to Sonora.
“Well now you’re here and you don’t need to even sneak out or whatever to see a match, so go check one out. Or I’ll even practice with you on the pitch, and you can even invite any friends you have to tag along if you want to so you’re not too uncomfortable.” Hopefully she had made a friend on the Aladren Quidditch team, which would help them both – her to feel better about trying it out, and him to know some more about an unfamiliar opponent. “So, what do you say, potions partner? Want to do take advantage of a perfect opportunity sometime?” If she didn’t have Quidditch in her life by now, maybe Tristan could help her out. Maybe she also would get less weird if she got into the sport, but that was just him hoping.
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Tristan
Hold up - you're in class, so how can you be skipping it?
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Mariana
May 06, 2010 10:37 PM
It is an option I should have taken. by Mariana
"No it wasn't," she assured him. "Not when your parents charmed every door and window in the house to alert them if someone was leaving. And if I tried, I'd get beaten worse than a house elf." She sighed. That was the truth of it. With Neal, she had been afraid to tell him the truth. But this person, who never called her by name, was getting on her nerves. He didn't understand, and quite frankly, she didn't feel like explaining it to him."Thanks for the offer, but I don't even know how to ride a broom. I know there were lessons, but I didn't want to attend, because I am afraid of heights. Besides," she told him, "the only friend I have is on the Pecari Quidditch team." He was an acquaintance in truth, but she wanted to be his friend. "But I will watch one," Mariana assured him. It was the first thing on her list. Well, not really, but it was up there.
She was annoyed at this boy. He acted like Quidditch was the most important thing in the world, when it wasn't. It wasn't that she would begrudge him for enjoying the sport, but he idolized it and it was getting on her nerves. Besides, he didn't understand her own situation at home. Her parents hated her, loathed her, even wished she was dead. She was there for appearances, and appearances only. They never cared for her, and it was obvious from the way that treated her.
Besides, he was looking at him like she was some sort of alien. It wasn't her fault her parents would lock her inside the house with no way out. It wasn't her fault that they treated her with such cruelty. Merely existing was a crime to them. She may be a little different, but none of it was her fault. Mariana looked away from him. Maybe she should just ask to go to the library. Reading would soothe her nerves.
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Mariana
It is an option I should have taken.
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Tristan
May 07, 2010 4:51 PM
About time you said something that makes sense by Tristan
Alright, Tristan had to admit it – the whole ‘my parents charmed every possible exit to make escape impossible’ thing wasn’t something he could argue about her over. If his parents had ever done that at his house, he wouldn’t be able to work around it either. He crossed his arms and sulked, disappointed she had a one-up on her reasoning over him. Oh, but as if that wasn’t enough, she got beat if she tried.…. Wait, what?
Beat worse than a house elf? But… he didn’t beat his house elves! Maybe that was beside the point, since other people did, or so he heard. But seriously, he got hit sometimes for doing stupid stuff, so was she trying to tell him that she was bad and took risks or something? What exactly was her point with that? And what did she get punished for anyways? In fact, how much?
He was actually concerned for her now, but that was before he heard what she said next. As if her getting hurt wasn’t upsetting enough, he heard something even more heartbreaking – She didn’t attend flying lessons on purpose. He reeled back in complete disbelief. And now she knew someone on his house Quidditch team? Who, him? Did she mean him? But they certainly were not friends, so maybe it was someone else? He shook his head, hoping they would drop her so he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing her at practice or something.
The only good thing that came out of her rant is that she said she’d go to a game. Probably a lie, but hey – it was progress!
She looked away and he felt mixed. Part of him wanted to see if she was okay since she looked pretty upset, but the other half wanted to beat her with a Beaters' bat for not liking Quidditch. She made it sound like she was too good for the sport. Well if that's how she felt - forget it, he was better than her then. Besides she was most likely lying about getting beat so he'd feel bad for her or something.
Tristan shrugged her off as he took the potion into a vial and sealed it up before it lost anymore potency and put his name on it before sliding it in front of her. He took his copy of Quidditch Weekly out and decided to kill time by reading it until class was over. “Put your name on it and turn it in,” he instructed, trying not to sound as annoyed as he was, “Unless, of course, you don’t know how to do that either.” Hopefully she’d just do what he asked and leave him alone. So much for getting to actually enjoy a class so far this year.
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About time you said something that makes sense
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Mariana
May 07, 2010 5:45 PM
You just dont understand my logic. by Mariana
Mariana sat, fuming, turned away from him. She shouldn't have said that, any of that. She shouldn't have told him about her parents, shouldn't have told him what they did, she should have just kept quiet and let him be. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She didn't want anyone to pity her. With Neal, she had been nervous- that was it! She had told him a little, but it wasn't like she told him what her parents did. She closed her eyes, near to tears with her frustration. Her temper would always be her downfall, it seemed. Sure, she was calm most of the time, usually quiet, but Tristan... she didn't know why, but something about what he said just angered her.And then, to make matters worse he said, “Put your name on it and turn it in, unless, of course, you don’t know how to do that either.”
Mariana reeled back. in surprise and anger. He sounded annoyed- but how dare he! She was in Aladren, she was intelligent as any normal human being. Was this just because she didn't want to fly? She was afraid of heights! Was this because she didn't want to be in Quidditch? She'd said she would go to a game, and it was the honest truth. She would- she didn't want to deny herself an experience because of her parents. Mariana balled her hands into fists and turned away, saying coldly,
"Excuse me for being such an incompetent worm. I didn't mean to offend the deity that is Quidditch." Mariana wrote her name on it and placed it on the teacher's desk swiftly. When she sat down, she cleaned out her cauldron, doing her best to ignore her partner. She hoped she wouldn't have him as a partner for the rest of the year. She cleaned the table around them, all of her tools, organized and reorganized, but she couldn't help but think that she should feel sorry, or should apologize. She hadn't done anything wrong- she was telling him the truth! If he couldn't accept that, then fine. It was painfully obvious he didn't believe her when she said she was beaten. Her parents, though regal and beautiful purebloods, were cruel and demented. They cared for nothing but themselves. If he knew them, he would know that. But he didn't. No one did.
"Look," she said finally, eyes closed. "I don't want us to be enemies. I'm.. sorry, for not liking Quidditch as much as you do, I've just never watched the sport. I couldn't. And," she paused, biting on her lip. She sighed. She shouldn't have to justify this, shouldn't have to say anything. "I wouldn't make something like that up. It's not something I tell everyone," she conceded, but smirked when she added, "but you managed to irk me enough where it slipped.I don't want to be enemies with you though." She held out her hand, and said,
"Acquaintances? " This was the make or break moment. He would either accept, or he would reject her offer. She wasn't here to make enemies. But she would at least like them to be on equal ground.
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Mariana
You just dont understand my logic.
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Tristan
May 07, 2010 8:47 PM
It's not like you get me either by Tristan
Ignoring what’s-her-face’s reaction was impossible to do when she gawked like that. She was looking at Tristan in disgust for whatever reason. Maybe he insulted her Aladren intelligence or something, not that she didn’t deserve it for acting all better-than-thou because she didn’t ‘do’ Quidditch. Oh, and she made up stories about herself, can’t forget that one. She was fuming at him for a bit until she finally decided to follow through with his order to take their first – and hopefully last – potion to the desk to get graded.Just before she left, she had to get the last word in. "Excuse me for being such an incompetent worm. I didn't mean to offend the deity that is Quidditch."
“You’re excused,” he said, choosing to overlook how she didn’t seem to sound sincere. So she gave him attitude, whatever. She didn’t play Quidditch, she knew nothing about it, and she wasn’t up for getting into it. Obviously she wasn’t worth his sweat, so bothering with her would be a waste of time. Still, as he thought all this, he pouted into his magazine, miserable his day took such a turn for the worst. He just had to end up sitting by her, didn’t he?
She spoke up again and he didn’t want to give her any of his attention until she said something that sounded eerily like a truce. Tristan reluctantly looked up as she started to apologizing for, of all things, not liking Quidditch as much as he did. Well duh she didn’t, not many people did. He could care less about that little fact. He stared at her and started to get bored as she went back to playing the victim card. What made it all better was how she told him the only reason she told him was because he can tick her off fast. Well isn’t that nice.
He really still thought it was all an act. He’s seen plenty of people around his family, and even in his family, pull the same tricks – they don’t get what they want or treated how they want or the attention they want so they make up a story. It was stupid to believe this random girl was abused. If she was so hurt, what was she doing at a prestigious boarding school? Wouldn’t she be locked in a basement somewhere? It didn’t make sense, and he didn’t put up with liars. This girl should spend a day talking to someone who really gets hurt, maybe it’d make her less apt to mess around with stuff like that. The bottom line was you don’t just believe and trust people because they tell you to or they seem genuine, they need to prove themselves. He’d been taught to not be so trusting.
His stare went from her face to her outstretched hand. She was seriously delusional if she thought she was going to get on good grounds after that kind of start to their relationship, whatever it was. He looked back at his magazine and stubbornly refused it.
Then he felt kind of guilty and caved, shaking her hand at what he felt was the last second. He took it back and went to his magazine. Tyrone had told him to get to know all sorts of people while away, so he would give this girl a freebie for being a total spazz for today. But if she thought she could get away with being so high on her anti-Quidditch self again, that’d be a different story. But he was willing to at least keep his bad comments to himself if she was.
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It's not like you get me either
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Mariana
May 07, 2010 11:26 PM
True, but you're making it a bit difficult. by Mariana
Mariana shook his hand for that brief second and sighed. Alright, fine. They weren't enemies. But he made it painfully obvious he no longer wanted to speak with her- which was fine. Well, no, it wasn't, really. It bothered her how he was acting this way. She didn't understand what she had said wrong, or if she had done something to offend him. Looking back on it, she really couldn't come up with anything. She took out her journal again, toying with her quill as she thought of something to write. She couldn't focus on it, honestly. She wanted to know what she had done, and she would ask. She had to, if she was ever to know.She wasn't angry at him anymore. Frustrated, yes, but not angry. "Look, I figure you're annoyed with me, but I have to ask. Just what exactly did I say to make you so angry?" She was the curious sort. She liked to know things. If she didn't understand them, she would ask. At first arriving to Sonora she had been painfully shy, but now it was no longer the case. There was no harm in asking questions, not here. Here? She was safe. Here, she could ask whatever she wanted. Well, knowledge wise, and if it concerned her.
She watched him as he read his magazine, seemingly ignoring her. Or not, she wasn't sure. Mariana sighed and turned away again. He might answer her. He might not. It depends on him. And if he did ignore her? Fine. She wouldn't hold her breath.
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Mariana
True, but you're making it a bit difficult.
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