Post by Shadow Clearwater on Mar 31, 2008 11:59:49 GMT -5
(Melia please)
"Ah, she's going to kill me," the serpent teen whimpered to himself as he skidded over the stone floors, running towards the Dungeons. Five days after his first meeting he had been suposed to return, but of course, being the dunce he was, Shadow had forgotton completely. He was months late.
Okay, well maybe he had been in the cells for a little while. That could easily have been his excuse. Except, he got out hours before New Year and that was at least two months ago. And I told Senora I didn't know anything about the rebellion, he winced as he raised his fist to the door.
Shadow was going to have a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
However, he had had a bit of practice. Growing fur wasn't exactly as easy as he had thought it may be. His arms, he could pretty much get it working and vanish... most of the time. His face, he wasn't too good at. Besdies, all the fur he'd been able to change was redish in colour - surely, a raccoon was not red but grey?
Anyway. Knocking gently, the wild-haired teen tried to form his apology in his mind, "Tonight's gonna' be fun," he muttered with a roll of eyes. I just hope she won't turn me down for this...
Post by Melia Birchheel on Apr 5, 2008 7:02:17 GMT -5
How any student could forget to attend the lessons which he claimed would bring his life's dream to fruition was quite beyond the potions mistress, who was herself far more diligent and regimented in personality. One should not give up on something so quickly, even if the means to the end which you so desired were long and arduous and littered with many failures. Besides, weren't Slytherins supposed to be ruthlessly ambitious, ready to do anything for power? Or had she read that wrong, and they were more prone to finding easier ways to achieve their ends? Well, whatever Shadow's intents, Melia was indeed surprised to see him appear in the doorway to her office so many months after their first meeting.
"Mister Clearwater," she said softly as she rose from her desk to meet the new arrival. Now, she could take this one of two ways. One; dismiss him out of hand for lacking the even the slightest dedication, or two; scold him - in a manner of speaking - and give him another, single chance to prove himself. It was true that people - teenagers most of all - made errors in judgment, but it was also true that some, should they be strong enough of will and mind, could learn from these mistakes.
Now, while Melia was a strict woman, she was also and undoubtedly fair by nature. Her bright yellow eyes surveyed the youth, noting most of all his hasty appearance and somewhat regretful, worried expression. Did he fear her rejection? Then that was good. Perhaps he had learned his lesson already. Still, she could not give him too much benefit of the doubt. He had one more chance and one more chance only to prove himself in her eyes. At the very least he needed to have practiced.
"It had been a while, has it not?" she queried politely, though there was clear danger hidden in her tones. "Perhaps too long," she added, pressing her advantage, hoping to make him repent as much as possible. "Now, is there something I can do for you?"
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Apr 5, 2008 7:23:43 GMT -5
Managing a half smile as the professora spoke his name, the teen felt his uneasiness grow, knowing something was going to go wrong. Something dire. Unable to meet her prying eyes as they washed over him, Shadow turned his gaze to the floor, hearing her words with his already cowardice nature.
"I, uh, I'm really sorry, I lied to you, Señora," he began quietly, daring not look at her, for fear. He wanted this so much, he'd already messed it up. Then again he seemed to be messing everything up as of late. "I should've told you what I knew about the rebellion, and I should've been there at the next meeting. But, I kinda' got caught," he muttered with a small stammer, embarassed at his own stupidity as he finally met her gaze.
Wow, I really am nothing more than an idiot, he mused, stressed mentally at the idea of her refusing to help him.
"I was wondering, if you would mind giving me another chance?" Shadonious asked softly in his own pleading, "I did practice, I did," he added quickly, trying to find any possible way to get a 'yes' out of the Potions Mistress.
Post by Melia Birchheel on Apr 5, 2008 8:45:23 GMT -5
Rebellion was a strong word for what had gone on before; a small band of students really had stood no chance against the ministry, and Melia had tried to warn him to this effect. Another lesson learned, perhaps. At least he had come clean now, though the potions mistress was keenly aware that he very well might attempt to decieve her again. Should he do so no more help from her would he get. She could have said this, stated it firmly, but somehow she knew that there was no need. She watched him mutely for a moment as he spoke, trying to ascertain his true feelings. He felt a fool, and a fool who she had the right to turn away at a moment's notice. Still, he met her gaze strongly - few of his age dared to do that.
"Very well, Mister Clearwater," she said at length. "I will give you another chance, as you ask so humbly. But I will state to you a warning; the path you wish to take will be strewn with stumbling blocks, and you will need to be honest with yourself as well as with me. It will be muy difícil but you must persevere unwaveringly. Furthermore, another missed session without notice will result in the termination of these lessons, is that clear?"
She needed not to wait for his response, his answer was too obvious even before he said anything. Instead, the Spanish witch ploughed straight on to the assessment of his time apart from her.
"So you have practiced, this is good," she said briskly. "Come inside and demonstrate what you have achieved thus far. I asked you to grow fur, did I not? On your face as I recall. Please show me how far you have gotten. And remember, you must maintain silence whilst doing this. No animagus uses spoken spells to perform their change." A pause as she waited for him to enter her office, brisk and efficient.
"Bueno, begin please."
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Apr 6, 2008 6:49:54 GMT -5
Shifting uncomfortably as she watched him in silence, Shadow turned his gaze away from the professora's - defeated.
"Very well, Mister Clearwater... I will give you another chance, as you ask so humbly. But I will state to you a warning; the path you wish to take will be strewn with stumbling blocks, and you will need to be honest with yourself as well as with me. It will be muy difícil but you must persevere unwaveringly. Furthermore, another missed session without notice will result in the termination of these lessons, is that clear?"
Looking up as he opened him mouth to speak, the teen closed it again, remaining silent but nodding as she moved on straight away. "I can't really cover all my face," he muttered in response, knowing he was going to hate having to show her. Not to mention how stupid he felt walking around with furred features. Well, he was just going to have to put up with it...
"Bueno, begin please."
Having followed her in, Shadow wavered, biting his lip before deciding mentally that he was at leat going to try in front of others. Closing his eyes, the teen attempted to visualise his form's fur. Why did it always appear red? Grey fur, please he whimpered mentally, straining his mind.
Opening his eyes after a fair few moments, the serpentine sighed, raising a hand to his face. He was pathetic, he couldn't get it all over his face. Instead, like always, he just had a vetenese style mask of red-aubuirn fur around his eyes and a little down the sides of his face. "See, I can never get it more than this..." Shadow spoke in annoyance, slightly embarassed of his appearance.
Post by Melia Birchheel on Apr 9, 2008 13:13:49 GMT -5
If Melia was honest - and she usually was - his attempts were a little disappointing. The fur was tufty, short and coarse where it was clearly not meant to be, and large swaths of bare skin still showed through as if the fur was little more than a masquerade mask.
"Never is a strong word, Mister Clearwater," she said softly though her tone was severe. "Never is the thought of a man defeated. Let me not hear it again. It is, however," she went on, her voice becoming more brisk as she clasped her hands dark skinned hands behind her back. "Rather unsurprising that you have not gotten any further without express supervision and professional aid." An unmasked reprieval for his long absence, but she was gracious enough to move on without dwelling on this fact for any longer than one sentence. She was here in instruct, after all.
"You seem to be fighting your instincts," she commented dryly, waving her wand once to rid his features of his first, poor attempt. "Perhaps you should not concentrate so much on the quality of the fur and focus instead on simply sprouting it. The willpower involved in this should challenge you more than enough; adding to the burden before you have mastered the basics will not bring any fresh results. Remember that you cannot choose what you transform into; it is determined by your nature and there is little you can do to influence this." She looked at him swiftly once more, her eyes piercing, and she nodded, almost as much to herself as to the student in front of her.
"Please, try again, and this time try to feel the fur. Think of the way it feels when the wind ruffles your own hair and then think of that all over your face, or some other sensation which you imagine this fur will give you. Do not think of the length, the thickness, the color. Think only of your new coat and how it will feel when you close your eyes." She hoped she was being clear; she had never possessed the skill in words used for describing emotions and was in danger of becoming uncharacteristically flowery in her language. Instead she chose to finish with another request;
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Apr 10, 2008 14:19:43 GMT -5
"Never is a strong word, Mister Clearwater," she said softly though her tone was severe. "Never is the thought of a man defeated. Let me not hear it again. It is, however. Rather unsurprising that you have not gotten any further without express supervision and professional aid."
Looking down at the floor glumly, Shadow ran a hand through his hair, "I'm really sorry... I am," he muttered, tripping over his words. As she dismissed his attempt, the teen sighed softly. This is so much harder than I thought it would be... he whimpered mentally.
He couldn't choose his form, so he wasn't getting what he would have wanted. Whatever had red fur, he just hoped it wouldn't make him more of an idiot.
Nodding at her explanation, Shadow smiled weakly as he closed his eyes once more. At least this time around he had some idea of what to do. Staying in silence for a few moments before deciding to give her words a shot, the slytherin tried to visualise them. Imagine his own hair all over his face...
Picturing the fur to the best of his ability, the teen waited for a moment, waiting out of his own fear that it wouldn't work. Opening his eyes, Shad bit his lip. Please have worked he thought desperatly as he lifted a hand to his face.
Post by Melia Birchheel on Apr 29, 2008 16:38:17 GMT -5
OOC: ick, sorry for the lateness.
A little better, Melia decided as she critically examined her student's new face. The fur was certainly thicker and more evenly distributed over his features this time around, but it was still not quite animal-like, rather more akin to human head hair growing from the wrong places. Nevertheless, despite these shortcomings, it was obvious that the Slytherin youth was at least trying to perform according to her instructions. He just needed a little more concentration, a little more practice, that was all.
"Good, Mister Clearwater," she said, clearing his attempts once again, in the same manner as before. "Nearly there. But I think that you should focus more on sensations - you are still troubling yourself with what you will look like. You must not worry about such things. You are the animal, not some picture of it in a book. Imagine how it would feel to be lower to the ground, to have four legs rather than two. To have to smell your way, not see it. Only once you are an animal will you look like one." She paused for a moment, contemplating a change of tack before a third attempt.
"Tell me, Mister Clearwater," she went on in that same unfathomable voice, cool and distant. "When you think of being animal, what words come to your head? What do you identify with being an animagus?"
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink... But if you must... Lie in the arms of your love, Steal away from bad company, Cheat only death, And drink to the moments that take your breath away
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Apr 30, 2008 12:07:12 GMT -5
Looking up with a small smile as Professor Birchheel examined his second attempts, the Slytherin breathed a timid sigh of relief. It had worked - in some form - that at least pleased him, from all his failures before hand.
Running a hand through his hair as she cleared the fur yet again, Shadow listened to her words, a careful determination clear in his expression. He'd practically given up on the rebellion and since he attended only one class, he could dedicate more time to her teachings than before. And he would. Nodding lightly at her words, he shrugged, "I'm sorry. It's just, I had this picture all figured out - I didn't realise how hard it would be."
Imagine how it would feel to have four legs. Easier said than done. But it was something every child dreamt of sometime in their life. At some point, everyone wonders what their lives would be like if they were an animal - normally picturing it to be a better life than the one they live.
"Tell me, Mister Clearwater. When you think of being animal, what words come to your head? What do you identify with being an animagus?"
Thinking for a moment before responding, the teen turned his gaze downwards, "I just always wanted to know what it would be like. You know? To see the world differently and to see how the rest of the world took to you. We're so uptight we don't consider how other species live their own lives." He smiled sheepishly, "To be able to take life two ways but at the same time following your own path..."
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