Professor Kijewski
September 06, 2011 8:35 AM
CoMC Advanced Lesson Part 2 by Professor Kijewski
The lesson thus far was going well, or at least, in Kiva’s opinion. She could never expose her students to actual dragons, but she felt that this scenario that the Mirage Chamber was able to provide was pretty realistic. She was sure that the dragons wouldn’t be in quite so much harmony amongst one another, but the Chamber was able to create living conditions that the dragons would naturally live in. It wasn’t perfect, but it was plenty to work with for the lesson.Kiva was watching the students intently to make sure they were actually figuring out the dragons and not goofing off with one another when a slight flicker of something caught her attention. Looking slightly behind her, Kiva stared at the sky with a fierce glare as she tried to figure out what she had seen. All of the dragons were on the other side of the chamber, Kiva was closest to the Vortex. Suddenly, she saw a rippling in the sky and slowly, as though her mirage was being ripped apart, a new setting began to form. “Everyone!” Kiva yelled, calling their attention to her. She didn’t understand what was going on. There was no reason for the image to change and she had the chamber booked so that other Professors knew not to bother with the room that day.
“I need everyone to come to me, please.” Her voice was firm, thankfully, and didn’t hold any tinge of uncertainty or nervousness. She felt like it was the sand storm all over again. Even as she watched the students do as she said, the chamber began to slowly change. The sky and ground dissolved away and was replaced with instead a large wooden looking display case. On the shelves were trophies of various awards that students had been given over the centuries. Kiva couldn’t believe the length of the case.
The Chamber was completely changed now and on the side where there had once been dragons was now filling with various images from long in the past. The other solid objects other than the trophies were the older uniforms and books of the past. Within the flashing images, she could see students receiving awards and doing various events. There was a continuous image of a man though and Kiva felt a familiarity about it.
And then Kiva recognized where she had seen the face of the man. It was a young Clurican. If she recalled correctly, he was the reason for the Mirage Chamber and they were celebrating his 500th birthday. Of course, this had to happen during her lesson. She had all the luck. “Well, this puts a damper on the lesson.” She said casually to her students, her worry no longer had her on edge. “The Chamber must have been designed to release this on his anniversary. Points to anyone who can tell me who ‘he’ is?” She inquired, looking at everyone with a rather amused look.
"We still have time, so I suppose you can have a look at Sonora's history."
OOC: This is part of the anniversary plot. Feel free to indulge on the images and on the trophies. Extra points to those who posted in both parts of the lesson.
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Sara Raines
September 17, 2011 1:55 AM
I don't think I'd wear it if it did. by Sara Raines
She didn’t avoid it the way some people did, but neither did Sara go out of her way to spend time in the library, so it was pure chance that she was returning a book she had borrowed to help with understanding a concept in one of last week’s Charms lessons when Professor Mims came through with his announcement. The content was a surprise, as was seeing Mims away from his books in the portrait outside of the Cascade Hall, but she decided to go mainly out of the sort of curiosity she supposed had gotten her put into Pecari in the first place.Stepping through Professor Mims’ portrait after Professor Fawcett’s Beginners’ class, she caught her balance, made a little dizzy by the passage for a second, and then looked around her at what seemed to be…a museum. Not one too much like the one she had accompanied her parents to a fundraiser at over the summer, but a museum nevertheless. More specifically, a Sonora museum.
Well, it wasn’t the strangest thing she had ever seen at this school. Just the usual run of things they met in the Mirage Chamber ranked above a monument to the school’s history, especially when the theme of the year was about it. She did wonder, though, how the headmaster or acting headmistress or whoever had done it had gotten the paintings to do what they did, though. She had never seen that before.
Lacking a class to stay near, she began to walk on her own, looking at things and being mildly surprised to see the name Raines on one award even if she had never heard of a Benjamin before she saw someone she knew and felt reasonably comfortable going up to. She didn’t know how it had happened, but she had somehow found herself spending more time with the second years than she did with the other third years, and for some reason – maybe because she was small, maybe because she didn’t try to be impressive in her extra year, maybe out of boredom or pity for all she knew – they seemed to accept her. Some did, anyway. Enough. It wasn’t exactly how Sara would have chosen to structure things, but since she had never quite fit in with her year, she thought beggars couldn’t be choosers and she should just be happy that she was making proper social contacts at all, and that it wasn’t even onerous. Her smile when Fae Sinclair spoke to her as she approached was genuine.
“Of course,” she said to the request. “We’ll switch when you’re done.” She guessed this was an advantage to the museum most likely being an illusion instead of something made up of real things, real artifacts; even with magic preserving the collections, real museums usually didn’t allow any touching things, never mind trying them on if they’d even fit.
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Fae
September 20, 2011 8:34 PM
Nobody really should if they did. by Fae
Fae was happy to find that it was Sara who was willing to hold her robes. She hadn’t spoken to her in awhile, but she did like to sit near her in Transfiguration. Sara wasn’t so opposing as some of other Purebloods that Fae had to become acquainted with. This had nothing to do with size (although Sara was as small as Fae, if not a bit smaller, so Fae felt oddly comfortable around her) and everything to do with Sara’s mannerisms. Always polite and always seeming to have a smile on her face. This automatically put her at ease. Other females that Fae had seen usually looked as though they had something foul beneath them that they couldn’t stand. Of course, this could just be Fae’s imagination, but she didn’t think so.Pulling off her robes, Fae handed them to Sara. “Thank you.” She commented lightly with a smile. These older robes were quite odd. Some were of velvet material. Others were the similar wools that they currently wore. Some had lace around the collars and wrists, others had puffy sleeves and high collars. She chose the velvet one with the lace collar and wrists. She had no idea what century this one came from. Pulling it on, Fae immediately disliked it. “They had to wear these?” Fae commented, looking grim. “It’s really heavy and the collar makes me itch.” She was doing all she could to not suddenly start scratching at her neck and leave red splotchy marks all over her pale skin. “And this is ridiculously hot!” She added, not even bothering to keep it on any longer and pulled it straight off. She held out her hand for Sara's robes so that the older girl could have her turn with the outfits.
She didn’t understand why anyone would ever consider this to be a good idea for a uniform. Maybe it was the only available material during that time that was inexpensive. She wasn’t sure and she didn’t think it mattered at this point. She didn’t like their current uniforms, but they were far better than the ones in the past. “Why do uniforms always have to be so ugly?” Fae asked Sara conversationally. “They could make them a bit more stylish for us.”
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Nobody really should if they did.
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Sara
September 21, 2011 1:18 AM
It's much better this way. by Sara
Sara giggled at Fae’s description of the robe she tried on even as she winced in sympathy. Most of her clothes, even her formals, were comparatively light and easy to get around in, but she had a few sets, especially for last year’s Christmas party, which matched the description of the old uniform very well, and listening in on all the pre-party talk whenever she was home had led her to believe that some girls almost never wore anything comfortable in their lives.Once the current uniform was returned to Fae, Sara slipped out of her own and handed it to the other girl with her own thanks before trying on something in the same dark green they wore now, but with a very high collar and a lot of lace at the wrists. It reminded her a bit of one of the patterns they had looked at for her ball dress over midterm, and though it fit as though Aunt Lila’s very expensive seamstress had fitted it to her exact measurements, she hoped that what she wore to the dance wouldn’t feel quite so stiff at the neck. She knew it wasn’t nearly as bad as it felt, but it still felt as though she were holding her chin far too high in the air, like she was trying to balance an apple on her nose.
“Our necklines are more comfortable,” she said. “How do you think it looks, though?” Her hair was loose, now, but she could just imagine it up…If she could make her chin cooperate, she thought the effect might be very good, if she stopped being thirteen and aged a few years all at once.
She found herself remembering the conversation she and Mr. Stratford had about age at Fae’s party last year. The appeal of his point of view did become clearer when she thought of things like that.
Getting out of the outfit proved harder than getting into it had been, and her brown hair was mussed a little out of its careful styling and back toward its natural waves by the time she did, but she got back into her own robes without any really embarrassing incidents, rubbing her neck a little as she settled the modern robe around her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she said when asked why the robes were never really satisfactory. “I’d like to blame the Founders for being men, but we’ve had Headmistresses since then.” She made a slight face, but then smiled again. “Still, we’ll just look that much better to everyone in our dress robes at the end of the year, right?”
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It's much better this way.
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Fae
September 26, 2011 7:14 PM
Better to play dress up with. by Fae
Fae kept her school robes in her arms so that she could keep trying on the clothes without having to constantly get out of her own robes. She enjoyed playing dress up because she could pretend to be someone else for a little while. This wasn’t the same sort of dress up as when she had to look nice for parties. Ever since her parents had one with her school mates, Fae had to go to all of their parties. It was exhausting, but at least she was able to look nice and she didn’t have to wear her every day things.Like today. As usual, she wore a skirt. This one was cream colored and had a nice free flow to it that ended just above her knees. Shelby told her that her peachy complexion made the off white colors look good on her, so, Fae tried her best to follow her sister’s advice. With her skirt, she matched a pale blue blouse with a small floral pattern of a light pink. Her sister had picked it out for her. Fae didn’t really care for floral, but who was she to say anything? Shelby also said that when Fae was older, clothes would flatter her more, but right now she felt like a child trying to play dress up. She didn’t know why she felt like that since she’d been wearing clothes like this for as long as she could dress herself, but she did. Maybe it was because of all the other females she found herself near. Sara was an example of that. She was always so prim and proper. Something Fae was supposed to be at all times but was fairly certain she never was.
Fae watched quietly while Sara fitted herself and was almost immediately glad she had chosen the velvet one because of the neck on Sara’s chosen outfit. She felt her own neck straining just thinking about it. How in the world did people get along with outfits like that? What was the point of having such a neckline like that? Still, when Sara asked how it looked, Fae wasn’t sure what she should tell the older girl. Be honest or be sweet? Would Sara be upset if she didn’t look nice in something?
“Well…” Fae began, giving her a look over with her blue eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed as though she were giving it much thought. “The material seems lighter than the one I tried on, which is a plus and I like the lace.” Here she paused and chewed her bottom lip for a moment. “The neck could use some work. It seems… unnecessary.” Fae finally said, although unnecessary was a nicer term than she wanted to use.
Fae tried not to be amused when Sara struggled out of the robes, but she couldn’t help it. The robes were ridiculous. “Yeah, I’m fairly certain you are right about men being the designers. Maybe the current Heads do not realize how unfortunate and uncomfortable these robes tend to be?” Fae suggested as her dainty hands plucked through the other uniforms. “I can appreciate the wool uniforms in the winter, but it would be nice for lighter material uniforms during the fall and spring. Maybe like a change up sort of thing. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
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Sara
October 03, 2011 12:00 AM
Are we worried about anything else? by Sara
"That's one way to put it," Sara said with a smile when Fae described the neckline on her borrowed robes as 'unnecessary'. It was pretty, but the collar was starting to bother her. "I suppose it would encourage good posture, but..." She found herself giggling at the renewed mental image of how she must have been holding herself. "There's other ways, too."Her mother, anyway, had not needed to give her a permanent crick in the neck to make her learn to hold her head up and stand straight. A dancing tutor and a strict etiquette tutor to reinforce Caroline's own formidable knowledge of the topic, but no more than that. If wearing garments like that all the time had been the only way to learn to keep her chin up, Sara thought she could have almost made a case for it being better to be one of those girls who never took their eyes off their hands. Almost.
"It would be," she agreed wistfully to the idea of a bit more variety in their uniforms. "I guess it would negate the whole point of a uniform, but I wish we had some other colors, too." She glanced at Fae, taking in her and her outfit. "You have better coloring for it than I do, but it's still probably a pain sometimes, isn't it, matching everything to green?"
She pulled out another set of girls' robes, one not as different from what she had worn in here. "This must be from about the time they decided girls' uniforms and boys' should look more the same," she concluded. "I don't really like that. I know I must look like I'm walking around - I don't know - in a tablecloth cut for Mother sometimes."
Her mother was a slim witch, but also a tall one even by the standards of people who weren't small for their ages. Sara really did not understand how she had come to be so short. Most of the Raines family was tall except for Ellen, who was on the lower end of average, and Uncle Charles and Aunt Margaret, who were still not as small, adjustments made for age and sex, as Sara but were both well below average height. She took some solace from them being two of the family's most successful members, but she didn't see why she couldn't have been a little taller and successful at the same time.
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Are we worried about anything else?
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