 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Together with her hatred for people, Odaline's unsettled nature had began to creep back in as she spent more time in the classroom. She said nothing to answer any of the questions so far and added nothing to the discussion. Instead, she watched and observed and took notes of only the answers she approved of. (Which was not many) With a cautious glance at the door, Oda began to tap her fingertips against her palm to settle herself.
Very quickly, before too many people rushed up there, Oda swiped herself a broken clock. She had been tempted by the coin bag, just for the reminder of her summer that it might have had, but the broken clock felt personal right now. Strangely. Nothing ever felt personal to Odaline. Nothing until now.
She returned to her desk, waiting for others to start their casting so that her voice could be lost under all of theirs. Anything for no attention to come her way. Oda rehearsed the wand movement first, a few times until she felt that it would be second nature paired with the incantation. Which, luckily, was when other people started to do their own work and she was able to cast firmly. "Emfanizou Arithmou!" Were she alone, she may have celebrated the smoke numbers that she was presented with and quickly scribbled them down. 8 then 4 then 2 then 0 then 1 then 6 then 0.
And she had been quick enough that she had time to watch the smoke briefly before it disappeared. Why did broken clocks always bring disappearing things? Families? Smoke? Families? Didn't matter. Shouldn't matter. Doesn't matter.
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