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Clara returned the Professor's smile and observed her carefully while she waited. She seemed nice enough - she was smiling and relaxed - so that was a pretty good sign ... that made her less worried about speaking in class, though she would still be ignoring all the people. ... Well, most of them. Not the one that was calling her name and making her way to sit beside her. SPOILER!!: Eden bby The redhead relaxed slightly at Eden's appearance. At least now she had familiar company and someone that she could look to if she felt .... overwhelmed. "DENNY!" She greeted, patting the seat next to hers and gave the girl her most dazzling grin, before realising something ..... "Where are your pajamas?" Had she not read the notice board? Her dormmate was wearing robes, a massive contrast to everyone else in the room. It shouldn't matter too much, though ... she hoped .... "Hey," she frowned. "You're not a failure at all." She shuffled her seat a little closer to Eden for emotional support or something and nudged her gently. Then her head snapped up at the Professor's voice sounding from the front of the class. Time to begin. SPOILER!!: Professoooor ........... Well, that was certainly interesting. OHMYGOSH? Adorbs PJs? Clara hadn't expected her to speak that way at all, even if she did look super chilled. She could ... adjust to it, though. At least she was nice. She wasted no time pulling out several pieces of parchment, a pencil, a quill and ink. All ready, she thought and listened carefully to what the Professor was saying. The concept of 'snap cups' seemed strange to her, but she ... appreciated the positivity in a sense and even jotted down a few people's positive notes if they caught her attention. 'I'm proud of knowing two ancient languages.' That one stood out to her as Gabe's, without a shadow of a doubt, but she didn't see the point of writing it down. She simply tossed a look his way and went back to focussing solely on what the Professor was saying. .. Huh ... this was ..... she didn't know what to make of it. For one thing, Clara didn't do relaxing when she was surrounded by people, and she didn't like tea. So this plan wasn't going to work .... She could, however, answer the question about what form of divination uses crystal balls. While she might not be particularly interested in the subject, she had gone and read up on a fair few things. Including this. Ignoring the other students presence and looking straight at Professor Morgan, Clara raised her hand confidently in the air. "It's crystallomancy, Professor.'' ... Obviously. |
It was time to wake up and pay attention. Sitting up on her pillow, Beverly adjusted her dragon-print pajama top and willed her brain to stay awake. This was simply a relaxing atmosphere, not one to nap in. Besides, there was information to gather, even if Divination wasn't one of her faves. Sipping some tea and rolling her shoulders like Professor Morgan, the Slytherin worked at relaxing, although her body was already relaxed. Crystal balls. They'd be using that, huh? The answer was at the tip of her tongue, her hand rising into the air...and someone said it before her. Well. She had to sharpen her hand raising skills, didn't she? Or was her body too relaxed? That was a thing. It COULD happen. |
Bianca wiggled her fingers in greeting from her spot on the pillow at the Gryffindor dressed in green. Yes, Bianca recognized you from the common room. And then there was ED who got a bright cheery grin and a little clawing motion. Because Gryffindors were lions and lions had claws. Pigeons had talons. It was all in good fun though. Ah yes. Class. It was starting~ SPOILER!!: PROFESSOR Bianca listened to the Professor speak and nodded her head slowly. She may have also started fiddling with the tail of her lion onesie out of boredom. Blah blah blah Professor blah divination blah welcome. And then she heard starting and snap cup. Oh so that was what that cup thing was for. So they could all be super awesome and brag about stuff. ... She liked it. Were they suppose to snap along though? Bianca was too busy brushing the plushy end of her tail against her chin to snap though. It felt really soft and it was nice. Plus what was the point of snapping? She would rather applaud. The Gryffindor watched the professor finish up and sit in a chair. Then she looked at the tea. Bianca didn't drink tea. Only when she had too but even then she didn't enjoy it. So she pushed the cup away, pulling a face and resisting the lion inside of her to hiss at the cup. Or was it just a kitty spirit? Bianca was not sure. Instead she swished her tail in her mind. Now onto the real part of this class. What forms of divination uses a crystal ball? "Watching-TV-Omancy," she said after raising her hand. Honestly, her answer could not have possibly been more ridiculous than the others. |
Pfft. Pffffffffffft. Toby smiled at Soph when she sat down by him. And called him cute. "Lookin' pretty adorable yourself," he replied, keeping his own voice quiet too 'cause of the whole chill atmosphere in here, and the request to just relax and everything. "Did you wake up like that?" Toby added, smiling in that 'hahaha I'm hilarious' sort of way as he nodded to Soph's top. Ehehe. He went back to being all hushed and relaxed a bit after that, going into a sort of daze (which was really easy in this classroom, wow) and not coming out of it until Professor Morgan spoke in that whole 'teacher-starting-a-lesson' voice. All that snapping stuff came first, and of course Toby TOTALLY joined in; he totally agreed with Professor Morgan on the positivity stuff after all. Then it was time to really get stuck into this lesson. Go on. GO ON. He was READY. Sipsipsip. ... Oh, uhhh... apparently not so ready. Huh. Even though he didn't know, Toby raised his hand anyway. "Uh... ball...omancy?" 'Cause of the crystal BALL, see? That sounded Divinationy. Except a bunch of other kids had given two particular answers with the kind of confidence that meant they were clearly right. But it didn't matter. Failure was a part of learning. He regretted nothing. |
'Now the way we get our lessons started is we like to become super positive...' ......................... No. No. NO! Become super positive? Did he LOOK like the kind of guy who can be positive at this time? Sure, he was in his pyjamas, but that wasn't the point. And what was worse was that Professor Cassie went ahead and mentioned that word. The 's' word. SNAPS. Grayson groaned and rolled his eyes because he was just that dramatic and HATED this part of the class. Yeah yeah, snaps for you and you and extra snaps for Ruby and her moment of pride. Because one of the ones the Divination professor had read out HAD to be-- Quote:
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Grayson smirked in the general direction of one Sophie Newell and even gave her a wink before he was distracted from her face by a nudge from another pretty face. Hellooooooooo to you too, Ruby. The significant looks? The fifteen year old raised an eyebrow but kept the smirk right in place, almost daring her to ask whatever it was she was trying to imply. Go on, Ruby, do your worst. And the question? Crystalomancy. Because there were Crystal balls here. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. But Grayson was't going to put up his hand to say it, not when many other people had said it as well and certainly not when some people were coming out with some gems of an answer. 'Watching-TV-Omancy' LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! |
Kace smiled when the professor read out all the papers people were proud of. He snapped snapped snapped along with the others. This was gonna be a fun lesson. He wished they would dedicate the end of class time to nap time but that won't happen. They needed to learn, well he did for his OWLS. Anyways onto the task at hand. He heard her question and thought about it. Which divination used a crystal ball? He had no idea but he remembered getting asked that question. He heard Sophie's answer and it didn't seem too far off. He thought what did he have to lose and raised his hand and said, "Professor I am going to go with logic on this one would it be called....Crystalomancy? Or something along those lines?" he shrugged innocently. |
He would've been lying if he said that her positivity and excitement didn't surprise him a bit, so far whenever he'd been at school he'd never seen teachers this excited about their class and what they were going to be doing. Oh well. Relaxing a bit more, and taking a few more sips of the peppermint tea he grabbed on the way in he twirled his pen around in his fingers, waiting for something more to be said to take some notes on this. |
Something-omancy. There's his answer. He didn't exactly open his mouth to say it, nope. There was already a wave of people shouting and mumbling answers out. So something from that has to be right because, hello, there's Ravenclaws here, although one of them didn't get the pj memo. He'd offer his Hufflepuff blanket to her if she asks. If she asks. She was a few tables away and that was EFFORT to get up and be nice. EFFORT. Anyways yeah, something-omancy because something was right. Dec just simply kept drinking his tea while all this was happening. He set down his cup, raking his fingers through his hair. Speaking of, it was getting really shaggy. Desperate need of a haircut. Maybe the crystal ball will tell him when to get it and what the form of divination it was used in. Tightning the blanket around his shoulders, he peered into the glass sphere for something. |
Chance has been sitting down in his comfy pajamas the whole time! He swore it!! As he sat, wide eyed, not out of breath, and not sweaty, he tried to pay attention to what the Professor was saying. Ok, something about Snap... Oh!! He had to write something he was proud of! On a tiny piece of paper he wrote, "Being a wizard." Because he couldnt think of anything else to write. It was the utmost important, best, most proud thing that he had ever known about himself. Point Blank. Lost in this thoughts, Chance came around to the Professor talking about crystal balls. As he sat by another Gryffindor, who he had seen in the common room before, (IBEJENN!!!!) he almost laughed at her answer and had to hide it with a cough. "I wish!" He muttered under his breath and winked at her to make sure she knew he was talking to her. He raised his hand before almost yelling out, "Do we get to see the future with these Crystal Balls? Cause I am definitely up for that!!" He could see it now, Chance, married, on his way to the Ministry. Oh yea, plus the gang being up for a little Quidditch on teh weekends. What a life! |
Professor Cassie.... Divination -- as opposed to DIVISION... which he HATED... this was, okay. Zeke sat, staring and waiting for things to happen, and he slowly unpacked his bag too. A roll of parchment, his quill and ink... and yeah, just waiting. He thought things were going to be fairly full on, y'know, it being a lesson and all... but it was so cruisy in fact, he might have fallen asleep. The aroma of the room would have lulled him into a slumber, had it not irritated his nose instead. Zeke scrunched up his nose, squinting so as to fight the sneeze that wanted to escape, again. He managed to hold it in. The whole SNAP CUP thing, was weird, and he couldn't say he LIKED it, but he didn't particularly dislike it either. Nevertheless he did as instructed and relaxed and listened. When the lesson question came though, he blinked. What were they doing with crystal balls? What FORM??? ................... "Uhhhhh..... fortune telling and SEEING THINGS?" he pondered, hand raised. He had NO idea, clearly, but wasn't all divination fortune telling??? |
SPOILER!!: Professor! Gabriel was content to just...stay sat at the table with Jeremiah; knuckles white with the force of his grip...BUT then a shadow loomed overhead and he glanced up to see the older blond woman. ...and she looked REALLY....uh, happy? The woman was speaking at him...and smiling. Gabe supposed she was attempting to be placating...or something. It might've worked...if she hadn't of WINKED at him just seconds later. He instinctively shrunk back into the cushion, face paling a bit further. Girls. Girls were everywhere. Even...uh, older ones...Not that she was being....particularly insane....or...terrifying.... A cold sweat had broken out...and Gabriel was now trembling. In fact, he was sweating so profusely that the back of his shirt was already sticking to his skin; uncomfortably so. His sweater seemed to be weighing him down, though it couldn't possibly be doing so. Logically. ...and what was this about tea?! He hadn't......gotten tea...Though, realistically, Gabe doubted some Lavender tea would be enough to relax his nerves. NOTHING relaxed his nerves... Trying to distract himself, he sluggishly pulled colored ink and several different quills from his school bag. The...uh, Professor had asked a....question...but there was no way he'd be speaking out loud. Not.....No. He couldn't. So, he'd focus on this small task for now. |
.... Way to start out the new term. By not knowing the answer to the very first question of the very first lesson. Next time he was going to sit next to Cinna. Divination was her strong point right? Maybe she'd help him get the first question right. But he was perfectly content in his spot right near CB and Sophie. So it wasn't all a loss. But right. The question. Instead of answering the one, he just listened carefully to everything the others had to say. Gazing-o-mancy????? Watching-TV-Omancy????? Ballomancy???? Were these things even real O-mancies? Or were people just making this stuff up? The Gryffindor wasn't really sure at this point... But he was sure confused. And if you looked at him it was pretty easy to tell with all the looking back and forth at everyone who answered and the head tilting and the big WHAA expression on his face. Because really? Ballomancy? This class was just one big HUH-OMANCY?? |
As the class started Bay couldn't help but smile at all the lions that were answering Professor Morgans question, they seemed a lot smarter than he was at that age. Letting them answer Bay just sat back and sipped his tea, at least he got drinks while he was in class and comfy pillows even though his legs have already started to go numb. |
*Blink* Super positive? She was starting to reconsider her decision to give this class another chance. Forced positivity wasn't her bag at all. Neither was snapping. So, instead of taking part in the snapping, Heather just sat and half-listened to what was being read. Of course, she smirked when 'Professor Cassie' (of course her name was Cassie) read her parchment. Then they were moving on to the lesson, which was something she could get into. Except that there were a lot of answers being thrown out. None of which sounded right to her ears. Those were crystal balls, right? So....... "Crystal ball reading?" Made sense. |
SPOILER!!: LAYLAY Layla hadn't SAID anything, but Eden smiled her way. She would have asked the girl something, but then thought better of it. It seemed that she didn't want to talk and stuff. Hmm. She didn't want to overly irritate Layla...NOPE. It seemed the girl was easily irritated. SPOILER!!: Clarisssse Eden shot another smile at Clara. "Hi." She said, you know, again, because it was necessary and all. "Don't be nervous--" she whispered, winking at her fiery-headed friend. She wanted CLara to feel okay and NOT nervous. The poor girl was nervous enough as is. And, focusing on making sure Clara was okay also helped Eden not focus on her OWN nervousness. SPOILER!!: BB and Mentions of DECCC Eden waved at Bianca and just hoped the girl wouldn't comment about her ...lack of PJs you know? She noticed a certain boy-- OH MERLIN. It was RORIE'S BROTHER. DECLAN. SHe WAVED frantically at him--but wait--he had never met her. So. He just thought she was some RANDOM female? UGH. She would have to introduce herself to him riiiiight after class, yeah? SPOILER!!: Aliiii/Cassssie! Eden blushed when she saw she had made the professor--who was VERY friendly--jump. Oops. "I'm so sorry Professor--" she said, and she pulled out some tissues from her bag--but she had started class, so she just sank back in her pillow and wanted to hide behind Clara. UGH. Embarrassment to the extreme. She had no idea what was going on. There was lots of snapping...and when she read Eden's aloud she just blushed. Right. She hadn't know they;d be read ALOUD or she would have been forth more EFFORT into them, right? Right. She wouldn't talk anymore, nope. She just...listened and...whuuuut. She had no clue. This was her first DIVI class. So. Yeah. She just stared at the crystal ball and tapped it with her finger a bit...right. Would she see somethin' in there? She shot a look at Clara and then even at LAYLA before looking back up at the professor. She had to snort at Bianca's answer---ooooh she was such a hoot! She would't say anything since she knew nothing. Yep. Eden was that type of student. |
...He would. Literally the biggest nerd of all. Sophie snorted at Toby's did you wake up like that joke and gave him a light shove, grinning all the while. Such a big cheeseball. As class began, Soph settled onto the pillow, suppressing a yawn already as the snaps stuff went on. The room was so cozy and so warm and her body was fighting the daily early morning run she'd started with again... but when the professor moved onto the actual divination stuff, Soph managed to sit up a little straighter, get her parchment and quill ready, and look attentive. Huh. At the first question, her first instinctive guess was, like, crystomancy, but then others were saying something like crystallomancy, which made more sense, so Sophie kept to herself. That was probably right, even though it was more of a mouthful and she liked her answer better. She especially appreciated Toby's answer, though, and tried to keep from giggling at him to no avail. At least his answer hadn't been as dumb as the "watching-TV-omancy" one. Merlin. |
Ian G. Hale (don’t ask what the ‘G’ stands for) loved Hogwarts. Oh yes. Long train rides through beautiful landscapes, large feasts with ridiculous amounts of pastries and sweets and candy and everything his growing tummy could desire… and then, on top of it all, he could go to his classes in PJs. WHERE ELSE WAS SCHOOL THIS CHILL? NOWHERE, THAT’S WHERE. Suck on that, American schools. PPFFT. Ian was so over those. Eyeing the fuzzy snap cup thing on his table, Ian scribbled onto a loose piece of parchment he happened to be carrying in his pocket: “I am Proud 2 be sexy Beast.” He stuffed the parchment carelessly into the cup and proceeded to lounge comfortably on the many pillows, spreading out and stretching his limbs like a lazy indoor cat. Just when the boy was beginning to doze off into a pleasant sleep, the hot teacher started reading the LAMEST FREAKIN’ CONFESSIONS HE HAD EVER HEARD. Oh my God, were these kids 10 or what. “I'm proud that I stood up 4 expresing myself thru fashion even tho sum peepl r stuck in the midle ages” “BOOOOOO!!!!” LOL fashion. And what even are the middle ages, why are we talking about 50-yr-olds no one cares about, gtfo. Now the hottie was asking about forms of divination and crystal balls and all Ian could do was snicker quietly to himself. Heh. Hehheh.. crystal ball… lol… ha…HAHA…AHAHHAHHAHAHAAHAHAA. And people’s answers. “ballomancy.” What even. Of course, he had no valuable input because duh. He was Ian. Bringing his hot presence along was input enough. |
Norah found it hard to stay awake through the professor's reading of the bazillion proud moments, so she busied herself with her tea instead. She pondered the question, listening to the other students' answers before chancing a guess herself. "You look at it and it tells you the future, right? She squinted at one of the foggy orbs. "Like right now it looks like it's going to be foggy tomorrow. Because there's all that white stuff floating in it? Maybe? Or not. Nevermind." She shrunk back into her pile of cushions. So much for starting the year off on the right foot. |
Paloma sat there, glancing at the tea cups, feeling like her fingers tapped along to the music, and definitely enjoying the smell of lavender everywhere in the room. She was very close to imagine herself taking a bath, and almost falling asleep... But no. She was in class. She was going to pay attention! Once her eyes went back to the open self, she looked around at the answers that her classmates gave to Professor Cassie, which gave her many ideas...concerning the subject. Maybe she wasn't much of a believer of 'looking into the eye of the future' and all that, but knowing how it worked, and the actual enviroment they were getting inside that classroom... "Well, is like...looking...seeing through the crystal ball, which is...scry..." |
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What does the G stand for? Justine hadn't been able to think of a single thing at all to write on that silly piece of pale, not for lack of trying, but the lavender wafting through the classroom and the relative warmth was making her drowsy and she couldn't focus. Why was she even in this class? She didn't even like divination. You'd thought it would be a laugh. Well, yeah, but so far it's just sort of dull. And then Professor Cassie began pulling out the little pieces of proud paper, and giving out snaps for the most inane things and Justine was at full attention. Why was their Professor channeling Elle Woods? Was there one Professor in this whole place that wasn't seemingly mad? The Ravenclaw was having a hard time biting back her laughter, especially when someone to her side shouted out a loud and obnoxious; BOOOOOOOOOOO. She just managed to turn the laugh into a coughing fit, which abruptly ended as she turned to the seemingly hilarious individual only to see- Ian. G. Freaking. Hale. Oh, damn it all to hell, She hadn't expected to see that little pervy weirdo this early into term (she'd actually hoped to somehow avoid the boy as much as possible). Maybe Merlin would have mercy on her and Ian wouldn't notice her... As casually as she could, Justine began to edge slowly away from the Gryffindor creep. |
anyone can be the unfortunate tea-head-person Slack…that was what her jaw was doing. Just hanging open with so much ridiculous slack da-aad…would have asked if I was trying to catch flies she thought and winced slightly. And now they had to do a stupid snap cup? And feign positivity for lame things that drull people were proud of? Okay maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have well…a glimmer of her normal zest to her. But no, not today. Not right now. Sure she snapped. But there was no enthusiasm to it. She was sure she had seen that call to arms about fashion and it was….well, stupid? They should have put uniforms on the darn supply list if they wanted people to wear them. She’d only lucked out by word from that Kara girl saying she just bought her uniform…otherwise she’d definitely not look the part. Heck. She had skirts shorter than that girls. Her jaw was suddenly tight, her molars nearly grinding together. Proud to be a boy? Sure the guy was lucky and for so many reasons he had no idea of. All she snapped to was well the pretense of it all. She didn’t know these people but she wasn’t 100% sure that she’d get along with them. Fashion girl and Snake boy might have been made for each other for all she knew. Okay. Snaps. Those were real. Heck if you were fluent in snappish you could probably see that they weren’t oozing sarcasm for a change. Being proud of a sibling was a good thing…she was proud of hers but that was a hard thing for her to think about. And then she heard it the laughter and she couldn’t help but send the guy a quick smile. It wasn’t a knowing smile really, it was more,…appreciative. Heck she appreciated his snark. AND fine, she appreciated more than his well attitude…maybe it was something to do with the general slope of his jaw. Sure he looked sort of familiar from the start of term feast…….but she’d have to introduce herself later? But please why not make an impression now? She was sitting up straighter…winking? Oh yes that had happened. And taking a sip of the tea. HOT! It was hot. She forgot tea was hot. Nonononononononoooooooo her poor throat! It was all sore and scratchy and she had spewed tea on the back of some unfortunate kid’s head. Sure, she’d made an impression…the wrong one. |
Justine! Sniff. Sniff sniff. *DEEEEEEEEP inhale* What was that delicious smell, like strawberries and flowers and fresh-baked cookies, with the slightest hint of vanilla? Was it another one of the hot lady’s fancy scented spells, or was it… the smell of… a… HOT. GIRL. Suddenly wide awake, Ian scrambled up to his knees, sniffing the air like a mad dog. WHERE. WHERE WAS SHE. HE COULD SMELL HER FROM A MILE AWAY. And then— BAM! Long brown hair, smooth tan skin, impossibly green eyes… It was the bae. As Professor Hottie continued reciting royally lame confessions, Ian quietly crawled his way to Justine’s side, sneaking up on the girl by slithering like a determined, disgusting little worm, to the empty arrangement of pillows beside her. In one swift, totally casual motion, the fourteen-year-old plopped down on the bed of pillows, resting his blond head on the palm of his hand and smiling coyly up at her. “Hey gurl hey.” |
Emry’s pants. He somehow forgot how enthusiastic one Professor Cassie Morgan can be. Ethan returned the beamy smile with his own, and nodded to show his appreciation for her snaps. Teehee. Was Grayson seeing this? He’ll bet the older boy’s grinding his teeth in irritation. But well, it makes Divination more interesting though, doesn’t it? If the subject gets boring, then he can focus on Professor’s bizarre habit of snapping. “Thank you, Professor.” For congratulating him. And as prefect, he will do his best to keep an OPEN eye to make sure that his snakes aren’t napping or anything. However, the question earlier was for Hugo who sat beside him, but Ethan appreciates the professor’s response nonetheless. Students need to talk to professors too, see? The prefect turned his attention then to Hugo whom he caught yawning. Ethan grinned and ruffled the boy’s hair. It’ll be a challenge to stay UP in this class, that’s for sure. “I said that I was proud of you guys.” BEAM. It was the truth! Ethan saw a bunch of promising first years in his House, and it made his prefect duties easier. And then there was the question. Merlin, it was hard to think when there’s tea to drink, plus inhaling the constant smell of lavender. Ethan took a sip of tea from his cup when he heard Hugo’s answer. Yes, the crystal ball was used to aid a witch or wizard to see the future, but there was a term for that, right? With his hand up, “Crystal-gazing, professor.” Or Crystallomancy. Fancy-shmancy term. Ethan took another sip of his tea and saw a girl, spitting her drink on...someone. Cringe. Disgustin'. |
Justine had really believed herself safe from Ian’s notice and she’d spent a bit of time proudly patting herself on the back for doing such a good job at giving the annoying boy the slip. The Canadian-pretending-to-be-French girl flipped back her long brown hair and turned her attention to the annoying and seemingly trivial lesson. Mostly she was listening to the other student’s answers and trying very hard not to fall asleep on the comfy cushion. Justine was trying so hard not to fall asleep that she was completely unaware of Ian’s crawling his way toward her like some unpleasant slimy animal, until of course he flopped down obnoxiously right next to her in the most ridiculous pose of all space and time and addressed her with the stupidest sentence ever. UGGHHHHH. “Vanish ‘ale, I’m busy.” She said in that prim, affected French accent of hers, taking a sip of the herby tea and not looking at his ridiculous face. |
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