Chika Woke up up to see Morgan by her side. She must have fainted because, every thing had gone black and now it was back to normal. Chika stood up to see the teacher. She asked her and Morgan to go to some table that was far away from Phugsius.
Chika stomic sunk again. Oh boy what a way to make a first impreson. the teacher seemed mad at her now. " I'm sorry Profesor I didn't mean to do anything wrong. Morgan, come on let go to another table and talk about something else." Chika said as she tugged on Morgan's arm.
Chika walked over to the table with the farthest distance from Phugsius. It looked like she wouldn't get the proper time to speak with him and give him the forgiveness she desperately wished to give him. Chika sat down at the table and rested her head on it, waiting for Morgan to come and sit with her again, if Morgan wanted to.
She touched him! Oh, sacred bliss, oh holy ecstasy. Nothing mattered, not now. The commotion around him, the bossiness of that Ravenclaw prefect, the girl that had fainted… nothing mattered. The lady had been nice to him. Nice to him. His hand stopped just before his wand tip had reached his temple, a smile of elation crossing his normally worried face.
And she spoke to him. Her voice was like honey – and those eyelashes. Ferris knew it. He was in love. It seemed that she even appreciated his botched conjuring trick. Happy as Larry, Ferris obediently bounced across the room to sit down as instructed, a stupid smile splashed all across his face. He’d try the rose thing again later. He make a dozen roses… two dozen! Three dozen! Unless… she’d like some other kind of flower?
He had to find out. At some point during the lesson, he’d have to wheedle it out of her, and then surprise her next time. As the sandy haired lad waited for the wonderful new teacher to begin, his pale blue eyes glazed over, and he dreamed of presenting her with her favourite flowers, how wonderfully surprised and delighted she would be, how dashing she would think him. The fact that he was Ferris Timson, the mousy pathetic excuse for a Gryffindor, appeared not to matter to him anymore, perhaps for the first time in his life.
If only she had known it, Professor Vablatsky had done him a massive favour.
Even the most timid of creatures has survival instincts.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 10, 2009 14:07:34 GMT -5
Lorraine had never had much of a sense of direction.
Luckily for her, after a few minutes of muttering "Divinations....Diiivinations..." to herself with a vaguely lost expression, a student had been brave kind enough to point her in the right direction before hurrying away. And again, luck was on her side--the builders of this tower had seen it fit to make sure there was only one way to go from there: up. So Lorraine climbed. And climbed. And climbed. And climbed some more stairs. By the time she had actually reached a crossroads (stairs to the right or stairs to the left...?), what little stamina she had already depleted, she chose to follow the one that had the shortest flight of stairs. And as luck would have it, that was the way to Divinations class.
The girl walked in, unsteadily, as if being blown by a strong wind, a large strip of jerky dangling from her mouth.
"....ohh. I made it," she commented sleepily around the meat, her gray eyes drifting slowly, taking in this lovely, lovely, warm little room, distantly noting that there were other occupants in the room with her. Sleepy, Angry, Unhappy, Sorry, Sad Rat, Pretty Lady, and--
"...ahhh! Benedictine!" Lorraine exclaimed lethargically, swooping unhurriedly to the chair next Ferris (who looked suspiciously similar to a late mousey friend). "Helloo! I'm very happy to see you. I must admit, I was slightly worried when Fluffy ate you, but you seem to be doing quite fine!" She beamed at the Gryffindor boy, joy adorning her usually vacant expression.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 10, 2009 21:26:23 GMT -5
Oh. She had really fouled things up, hadn't she? Morgan's face turned a violent shade of pink. She cast her eyes down, as she was scolded, too embarrassed to even apologize. She hadn't even wanted to take this class anyway. And, if Morticia hadn't been pressuring her, she wouldn't have. It wasn't Morgan's fault that she wasn't gifted with the same clairvoyance as her mother. As with so many things lately, Morgan began to feel overwhelmed and just icky.
She hadn't meant for Phugsius to overhear, she'd just wanted to make Chika laugh. She hadn't meant to seem overbearing and bossy, she had just panicked. She hadn't meant to even get mad at Phugsius, but something about that kid just rubbed her the wrong way.
Well, she felt lied to, which she hated, even if it did seem unreasonable. Morgan hated liars, trustbreakers and secrecy more than anything in the world. To her, there wasn't much difference between the three. Secrets were lies, and showed no manners besides. And trust, well, that was a sacred thing. To break someone's trust in you was lying. In Morgan's eyes.
At the moment, Morgan was seriously ready to break into tears, but she held them back, as Chika dragged her back towards another table. She would be okay. Maybe, after class, Morgan could take the opportunity to explain herself and try to apologize. She really just wanted to get Chika her points back. It really wasn't her fault, and Hufflepuff shouldn't be penalized for Morgan's ego.
She sat at the table, and took out parchment and pen, as she hadn't been sitting at the other table long enough to set her bag down. Oh, how had things gone so badly so quickly? Perhaps, if she could calm down a bit, she could see her way out of this.
Selena had never liked loud noises but when it came to yelling, scolding and arguing, she down right hated it. It didn't even help that her mind reading was equivilant to her hearing. The professor didn't have to scold Momo for something a stupid Slytherin started.
There was nothing that this Ravenclaw could do about it but stay silent and take out her parchment and quill. It simply wasn't her fight nor her problem and she shouldn't make it worse than it already was. Perhaps now was the time to have some normalcy of class time?
Post by Chloe Vablatsky on Aug 11, 2009 22:37:52 GMT -5
The witch took deep breaths at the front of her classroom. An angered veela was a terrible sight to behold and though she was only half of one she still held that terrible dark side. And Chloe had no wish to have to cozy up to the Headmaster in order to keep her job. “We will begin the class with those who are here if you would all be quiet.” The Professor said, standing up fully in front of her class and removing her wand waiting for silence. There were several abashed students in her class as well as one very strange Hufflepuff. At least some students had decided to take Divinations.
“Before we begin let me introduce myself. I am Professor Valbatsky, though you may call me Professor Chloe if you wish.” With those words her grey eyes rested on Phugsius, giving him a dazzling smile. “You are here to learn the arts of Divination obviously, though many of you do not know what you are getting yourselves into. Let me begin by saying that I do not expect a single one of you to See anything in this class. If you wish to delve into the arts of actual Seeing then you can see me after class for private study.”
She wondered how many students would take up this offer, then glanced at Ferris. This boy was head over heels already, she could see it on his face. “I will be teaching you other arts however so even the ungifted in the Divine may learn something here. We will cover things from tea leave interpretation, to dowsing, to scrying, to dream interpretation, perhaps some rune reading as well.”
The woman waved her wand and all the teapots in the classroom began pouring cups of tea for the students in front of them. “Before we begin the lesson are there any questions at all?” Chloe asked tentatively, trying to be welcoming and smiling at all the students.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 12, 2009 12:47:07 GMT -5
Oh my....
Phugsius felt his heart pang with severe lust. After her anger had subsided he felt her voice almost reach into his very soul. He forgot himself. He eyed her voluptuous curves and took in her breath taking frame. His previous brick wall of composure was suddenly torn asunder.
Then something happened he hadn't expected. She looked into his eyes. The look sent a wave of pleasure down his spine. He felt his desire for her suddenly grow twelve-fold. He wanted to be with her, ravage her, leave her breathless and gasping for air in a bed, HELL, even on the very desk she had been leaning on moments earlier.
A very sharp spike in the room temperature sent his sudden fantasies spinning back to earth. Phugsius was about to set this whole classroom on fire.
"Professor I'm going to puke" and faster than a lightning bolt he shot out of the room and flew down the stairs at a break-neck pace. "OH GOD" as soon as he was out of sight of the classroom his hands burst into an inferno. He had to make it down to a bathroom and quickly. He lunged now down the stair case and as he reached the bottom he shouldered his way into the bathroom and with a dash to the nearest sink he doused his head and his hands in water. He heard himself sizzle to a cool as steam fogged up the mirrors in the room.
A wave of relief flooded through him as the fire was extinguished. Phugsius decided he probably wouldn't be able to go back to that class. He would need an excusal letter from Talon, or better yet Sylph. He didn't know if Talon knew about his elementalism yet.
Phugsius spun around to leave when that sense of relief he just had was blown away by the realization that this bathroom only had stalls... He was in the women's bathroom...
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 12, 2009 12:54:09 GMT -5
Lorraine beamed at her supposed long-lost mouse friend one last time before turning her gaze to the Divinations professor. She settled more deeply into her squishy chair, dazedly wondering if the attractive people percentile in the real world was as dense as in Firefox University. From what she had seen from this particular school, extraordinarily beautiful (and not to mention absurdly talented) people seemed to spring from behind trees and under rocks. This thought gave her a bit of a sad feeling in the pit of her stomach, though she soon faded back to her usual placid biorhythm, as she usually did with any feelings of even the slightest extremes.
Easily accepting that she was most certainly one in the untalented masses, the girl expressed a faint sound of delight at the activities they would be partaking in. Drinking tea? "Drowsing," and then more sleeping? Looking at "prunes"? Perhaps maybe even eating them afterwards? She was quite fond of dried plums. How very exciting indeed! Lorraine sincerely hoped she'd be able to last through the year long enough to experience all these fun activities, though the "crying" part sounded a little intimidating. Maybe they would be slicing onions in this class! Lorraine cheerily eyed the pouring teapots. She couldn't wait to start this class!
When the sparkling person in the front of the room asked if there were any questions, Lorraine rose a slow and wavering hand in the air. "Will we be having tea all year?" she asked blithely, unperturbed at both the sudden departure of the Slytherin student and the strange rise in temperature.
Ferris looked up from his love-sick trance as a rather ditzy looking girl wandered almost drunkenly into the classroom and made a bee-line for him. Watery blue eyes grew wide and wary and she plonked herself down in the chair next to him; whatever they were doing this lesson, he would apparently be partnered with her. His cheeks grew pale, and an over-large adam’s apple bounced once in his throat as he gulped in fear.
Still, aside from her obvious insanity, Ferris thought that she actually seemed alright. Nice and kind, it seemed, in addition to being completely bonkers. He blinked a couple of times, wondering what to say in response, but there was really only one thing that came to mind.
“Uh, what did you call me?” he asked tentatively. Of course, there was no time for the dreamy crazy girl to answer, for the teacher – the glorious grey-eyed teacher – began to speak instead. Ferris immediately forgot the Hufflepuff next to him and focused all of his attention on the professor’s hair, her lips. It didn’t matter what she was saying, watching those wonderful blushed lips move was enough to send him to heaven - well, until she mentioned private study, at which point he was sent into orbit. He could volunteer for that! The two of them could spend time up here, alone…
Ferris’ thoughts of an idyllic evening spent with the beautiful Professor Valbatsky - Chloe – which had somehow remained intact as a Slytherin boy apparently had some kind of breakdown, were once again brutally interrupted by the peculiar Hufflepuff. Ferris looked from Professor Valb– Chloe to Lorraine and back again, wondering why on earth such a question would be asked. And, more importantly, how the stunning woman at the front of the room would react.
Even the most timid of creatures has survival instincts.
Post by Chloe Vablatsky on Aug 30, 2009 11:54:06 GMT -5
The woman watched surprisingly calmly as the Slytherin dashed from the room in a frantic heat. It had happened times before and she would have been totally shocked if it didn’t happen at least once in her class. Some men just couldn’t handle seeing her, which means she would have to find some other way to fairly teach this boy about the arts of Divination should he so choose to continue to follow the class. Her grey eyes also casually passed over Lorraine when she asked the question about tea.
Despite the pearly white smile she gave the girl the woman was slightly taken aback. “Well, we will not be having tea every class. I am a Professor after all and don’t have the salary for that.” Eyes were alight with the inner laughter at her own joke. “But I can try sometimes to bring refreshment if you wish. I like to keep my students happy as it makes your work so much easier.” As she spoke that comment she regarded Ferris all eager and alert up in his chair. Chloe was not ignorant and knew a hundred things that could possibly be running through his mind. At least he wasn’t running from the room as Phugsius had.
“Well, let us begin!” The woman clapped her hands once and smiled at the entire class, beginning a gentle pace at the front of the room. With that clap several books flew off a shelf with featherlike grace and plopped themselves one in front of each student. With each step one could see the faint outline of her calves against her robes and her hips always had the subtlest sway to them even with small steps. “We will begin our exploration into the Divine with a rather simple lesson. Today we will be reading tea leaves, hence why you all have tea.”
With another light wave of her wand the teapots removed from the desks and went up to hers in the front. “You will all drink down your cups of tea and then use the book in front of you to interpret the shapes and symbols that appear inside of it. Just write that down on a piece of parchment for me if you would please, and our lesson will be done. If you want to attend private lessons as well please make a note of it, though I do caution that these lessons won’t be as simple as in class lessons. I intend to save the trickier aspects of the Divine for those truly worthy.”
Her eyes roamed over the classroom as if challenging anyone to take up the private lessons. Chloe went back and leaned on her desk to watch the classroom. Vaguely in the back of her mind she could See Phugsius’ dilemma, though he had not made the choice on whether or not to return to the class. Well, hopefully he would soon or he’d miss it completely. “You may begin!”
OOC: You may have noticed that I didn’t post a book anywhere. I will award points based on creativity with your interpretations, though anything completely out there won’t rate as high as you’d think.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 30, 2009 12:52:31 GMT -5
Morgan carefully followed the directions in the book about how to properly prepare leaves for reading. She drank the tea, leaving a small amount in the bottom of the cup. It really was good tea. Then, she swirled the leaves in the leftover tea three times in a clockwise direction. Then she up-ended the cup on the saucer draining away the rest of the tea.
Holding the cup so that the handle was towards her, she began to read, aided by the book. She made notations on a parchment, and when she was satisfied, she turned her notations into a proper assignment.
Morgan Pendragon Ravenclaw-7th Year Professor Vablatsky-Divination
After careful reading of my cup and consideration of the text, I find that my teacup is full of surprises. Firstly, to the left of the handle, indicating past events, I find a knife surrounded by a few tea droplets. The knife indicates a broken relationship, such as my recent break-up with my boyfriend, and the droplets seem to indicate that tears were shed on that occasion, which is certainly the truth. Near the handle itself, seems to be a large, hard to identify clump of leaves, indicating trouble of my own making. As the clump is close to the rim, indicating closeness to the present, I can only assume that it indicates the disturbance before class, for which I am deeply sorry.
Looking into the future, on the right hand of the cup, I see four distinct shapes. One is an ivy leaf, indicating a close, trustworthy friend. The second is a serpent, indicating a bitter enemy. The third is roughly heart-shaped, indicating, obviously love. And last there is a sun-like shape. Since the heart is not inverted, the point of the heart seeming to point to the bottom of the cup, it will be a positive experience with love. The heart is somewhat close to the bottom, indicating that it is not in the near future. The head of the serpent seams to be oriented towards the heart, so perhaps I am meant to love my enemy. However, the ivy leaf also bears a close proximity to the heart.
I am left with two possible conclusions. Either I am to love my enemy, turning them into a close friend, or else I am to love a close friend, by which I will nullify the enemy. The presence of the sun seems to indicate that I will achieve success and happiness in either scenario.
Morgan, An astute reading of your tea leaves. However there are a couple of flaws here that will hinder you greatly in coming lessons of looking into the future. Be careful not to over analyze, for that can cause your reading to be terribly inaccurate or too broad to be of any help. Also, though the book is meant to be a guide simply leave it as such. Try using your gut feelings more.
Neverthless you had a good reading for your first try, and I am hoping you are lucky with your endeavors of the heart in the coming days. Next lesson trying to pull away from very heavily relying on the book and use intuition more.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 30, 2009 13:38:46 GMT -5
The tea cup where Phugsius had been sitting steadily began levitating out of the room and right out the door to a horribly drenched Slytherin prefect. His hair, wet. His hands, wet. All because of that one teacher. It was frightening how much a woman could do to a man...
He had been listening outside of the door. He didn't want to make a hobby of running up and down stairs.
Phugsius began slowly sipping his tea and let the cold water on his body become null from the hot beverage. Was it raspberry? Was his tea Raspberry? His eyes widened freakishly. How did she know he loved raspberry tea? Was it even her, or was it the tea leaves themselves?
Once he had finished enjoying his tea Phugsius took out a quill and parchment and began writing from his seat against the wall outside of the class.
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Phugsius Charadus Slytherin
From my observation of the tea leaves here's what I've gathered. The leaves clearly show a line dividing the cup in half. On the left side there is a symbol of a skull. I only suppose this can represent all the death that has appeared in my past. On the right is a rose, oddly enough. It seems there may be a passionate romance in my future. It makes me wonder who it might be with.
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Phugsius,
You're reading is much much too general. Some people achieve being general by assuming far too many outcomes. Yours doesn't assume any specific outcome at all. Try looking closer next time at symbols and looking deeper within yourself. Perhaps focusing on symbols that can indicate time of events, or perhaps with who they will occur will be of greater use to you than simply waiting for the hammer to fall.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 30, 2009 18:29:40 GMT -5
Lorraine radiated at the teacher's response. "I love tea," she mentioned dreamily, making a heroic effort to imitate Professor Vablatsky's glowing smile. How did people emit such sparkling auras? To be so very perfect? It was so wonderful, so amazing. She wished she would someday be able to reflect a sliver of the Lovely Ms. Professor Lady's sparkliness.
And that was the moment she officially labeled Chole Vablatsky as her idol.
With a vacant smile borderlining creepy, Lorraine happily watched the teapots nimbly exchange themselves for textbooks, fascinated at the grace of the movements. Next time I have Charms I'm going to try clapping my hands and making things fly around prettily, she decided, feebly turning pages in the textbook with a bony finger.
Lorraine absently sipped at her tea, seemingly unperturbed as a rogue teacup floated precariously close past her head. The girl gave the cup's contents a lethargic swirl before leaning in to peer distractedly at them. Nodding contently at what she saw, Lorraine unhurriedly tugged a sheet of parchment towards her, writing her assignment in a shaky cursive.
Lorraine Cunningham, Hufflepuff, first year Ms. Divinations Professor Lady
I can kind of see a bunny head turned to the left and a little bit of something on the right, I think it's a carrot because bunnies like carrots, though it's kind of sad because the bunny is turning away from the carrot and so can't eat it or doesn't want to eat it. The book says bunnies are lucky, but since my bunny is facing away from the carrot, I'm going to be disappointed and unlucky if I don't "make radical changes" to my "lifestyle and/or way of thinking." I guess if I do then the bunny will be able to eat its carrot? That would be nice for the bunny. So I guess I should probably do something different about always failing Transfiguration and Charms and maybe try hard at Potions and stuff? And if I don't take Defense Against the Dark Arts this year maybe it'll let me fail less classes and maybe I'll even be able to make it through the whole year and then I can do all the fun things in Divinations you talked about.
But then if I turn the cup around then the bunny kind of looks like a fishy and the carrot turns into a wormy for the fishy to eat or a snake for the fishy to stay away from, so it either means that there's something good and yummy in the water or something mean and bad. But since the fishy is a lot bigger than the wormy I think it should be a good thing so maybe I'll find hidden treasure in the Shining Lake and that would be pretty fun. I guess I should maybe learn to swim kind of eventually?
And also can you teach me how to be pretty?
Lorraine stared at the last line, a faint frown on her usually placid expression. After many seconds of deliberation, she ran a wobbly line through the sentence. Lovely lovely sparkling stars like the Ms. Professor Lady wouldn't want to associate with lowly wormy people like her that wouldn't make them look good. She'd just have to continue her intense study of turning pretty from a distance, which would probably maybe turn out okay.
Lorraine, A very odd reading you have here. Though very creative with it! I enjoy how specific it is. It is when you use specificity that these readings actually become helpful to everyday life. However you did suffer a bit of generality when you changed your interpretation. My recommendation is to stick with the first interpretation you come up with. Often gut feelings come up in Divinations and should be heeded.
Also, I can't teach you to be pretty. It comes from the inside!
I intend to save the trickier aspects of the Divine for those truly worthy
Oh, if only Ferris could be truly worthy. The sandy haired teen gazed at his new found love, his eyes more than a little glazed, and made up his mind right then and there to make this the best assignment he had ever completed. Surely that was the perfect way to ensure a private audience with this most heavenly of women. The fact that he had never shown any skill whatsoever in the field of divination didn’t even occur to him; it just wasn’t important.
With superhuman will, Ferris tore his eyes from the spot where Ms. Vablatsky’s hip made her robes curve provocatively and picked up his book, examining what it had to say regarding technique. He had to read it no less than three times before he understood the general gist of the passage, for his mind was clearly elsewhere. That done, he picked up his teacup and sipped at it, letting the fragrant water swirl around his mouth before swallowing, enjoying the somewhat floral taste. The slow act of emptying his vessel also had another advantage; it gave him the opportunity to watch his teacher some more. God, she didn’t so much walk as dance, all that grace and thoughtless precision… it was hypnotising.
However, Ferris was not so wrapped up in the beauty of Ms. Vablatsky that he forgot his task, his most important of assignments. Once the tea was drained, he took the cup by the handle in his left hand, rim upwards, and turned it three times from left to right in one rapid swinging motion, as the book instructed. Next he slowly and carefully inverted the cup over its saucer and allowed any moisture to drain away, trying to think about what the cup might tell him. Once he was convinced that his leaves were ready, Ferris picked up the cup – in his left hand again, the book was quite specific about that – and turned it so that the handle was closest to him, trying to identify what the tea leaves had to say about his future.
He was to be disappointed. There was nothing about love there, not even remotely. A cross, a crown, what might have been a shore crab… there was nothing about his and Chloe, nothing. Still, the important thing was to get the work done, and done well. Ferris picked up some parchment and his quill and embarked upon what would surely be his best piece of work to date.
Ferris Timson, Gryffindor.
Close to the handle, which is supposed to represent the reader, I can see the outline of a person jumping, which means that any change described by the tea leaves will be greatly to my advantage. The rest of the reading seems to confirm this. At the rim of my cup there is what is quite clearly a bird in flight. This indicates that I will receive news from an official source is in my near future. This news is likely to be in regards to a death or other serious trouble of some sort, as denoted by a cross close to the centre of the cup. There is however also the shape of a crown which, while ordinarily signifying honour, when combined with the cross indicates that I am likely to be the beneficiary of good fortune resulting from death. There is also what I think may be a shore crab, which indicates enemies or family strife.
It seems likely then that at some point in the near future I will receive news about the death of a family member, and that this will, in some way, benefit me greatly.
P.S. I would be very interested in having extra lessons with you. [/i]
There, he had done a reading! Oh… wait. Ferris had been so wrapped up in doing a good job in deciphering the symbols that he had forgotten that this fortune actually applied to him. Someone he knew was going to die! And he would be happy as a result… didn’t that make him a horrible person? It could of course be his aunt – she was pretty much the only relative that Ferris was aware of. Did that mean that she was soon going to drop dead? Ferris had suffered at the hands of the old bat, but he had never wished her dead.
Suddenly, he felt rather conflicted.
Ferris, Very well done! The best I have seen yet! Incredibly specific, a good reading into symbols! Something like this is perfect for warning you or preparing you for the future to come! I am impressed, good job.
And of course you are welcome to private lessons, I look forward to it.
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