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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 17:21:42 GMT
Hayley sat on the desk, reading Human Transformation Throughout Culture while Walter busied himself with his cauldron.
"You do like being early to things, don't you?"
Hayley nodded, remembered he wasn't watching her, and said "yes" before returning her attention to the pages.
He laughed quietly, she always got like that when she was reading.*
Elavial entered the classroom, with her back pushing the door open. "Hey, Hayls." She didn't even have to turn around, she somehow knew that she was there. She knew since leaving the common room.
She placed the small tower of books she had in her arms on the desk and smiled at the boy, she hadn't nicknamed yet. "Hello." She then proceeded to chew on some feverfew herbs, for the headache she felt coming on.*
Hayley tucked the book away, "Hey Ela," she noticed the feverfew, but didn't comment. --- "Morning, Mirkwood, right?" Walter brushed his hand on his pant leg to get the beetle dust off and held it out to her*
"Yeah, name's Elavial. Everyone calls me Ela." Elavial took his hand and shook it. "Sorry, we've taken quite a few of these reunions and I can't seem to remember your name."*
"Walter York," he smiled at her. "Your the one here for divination right?" It wasn't a class he was taking, so he found it interesting.
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Hayley slid off the desk, pulling a couple of cups from her bag as she did. She set them on the desk and tapped them, muttering under her breath. They became buttons, one green and one blue.
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Annie came running into the classroom, afraid she was late. "Hey y'all," she skidded to a stop. "Oh, Esquire's not here yet. Cool."
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Hayley tapped the buttons again, they grew legs and began walking into each other.*
A little while later, Esquire walked in, carrying a couple of books and a cardboard box in his arms.
"G'day everyone," he said, putting the stack down on the desk. "You've already started, I see. Good." He seemed slightly behind his own thoughts as he looked around, an almost natural state for him. "Sutter. How are you doing with ...?" He scratched his chin, trying to rememeber.*
Annie's grin stayed, even though he'd forgotten. "Charms, sir. Doing pretty well, I think I'm going to practice working with invisibility today, if someone would volunteer." The other students looked at her warily, but eventually a hufflepuff girl nodded and agreed.*
Elavial immediately thought of Walt Disney, but she knew that was a silly nickname for him, so she settled with Walt, hoping she wouldn't forget. "Yeah, it's my favorite class. Next to Charms. It's really quite fascinating, it's too bad not a lot of people see any use for it."
She took a seat beside them once Esquire had entered the room.*
"OH. And the box is for you too," he said to Ela. "I forgot." He picked it up and put it on her table, his expression curious.*
"Oh, thank you, sir." She looked back at Hayley and Walter and said quietly "I had mentioned that I would like to make a scrying glass to use while meditating. It is said one would be able to see thing psychically."
She placed the cardboard box in front of her "I tried using a mirror, but mirrors automatically reflect everything. So I got a picture frame, but I was missing black cardboard to absorb the light. This box isn't black, but that's something black paint or ink could fix."
She looked through her bag for her bottle of ink that she rarely used and placed it on the table. She then looked for her wand to cut up the cardboard by patting her pockets. "Hm."*
Hayley smiled and bent down to pick up Ela's wand off the floor from where it had rolled off the table. "Here, it fell off the table. You must have set it down."
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Walter watched the other girl curiously, "a scrying glass? That's neat. I didn't know people could actually use those things."
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Annie indicated that the Hufflepuff girl should stand still, then raised her wand. "Okay, this might feel like an egg sliding down your neck, but it shouldn't hurt." The other girl didn't look so sure. *
Elavial mentally face-palmed, "Thanks, I probably did." She took a piece of used parchment and spat out whatever was left of the fever-few herbs.
"A scrying glass? That's neat. I didn't know people could actually use those things."
She nodded enthusiastically, "It's a really old method of divination. My grandmother mentioned something like it that was used in Ancient Persia. But what they used was a cup with the elixir of immortality. Which I guess now a days could be said that they just used water. But still, it was something that reflected. I'd rather use a dark picture frame, that way, unlike water or mirrors, that anything can reflect upon it, I could see actual visions."
She realized she had been talking way too much about the subject and turn away to watch Annie cast the spell.*
"You're really a seer, aren't you. Legitimately." Walter looked impressed.
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"No problem," Hayley also turned to watch Annie.
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Annie tapped her wand on the girls head and said the incantation. The hufflepuff girl began to disappear from the head down, like someone had dumped a bucket of make-invisible water over her head. It stopped at the girl's waist. Annie clapped her hands excitedly! "Oh that worked so much better than last time.*
Elavial turned to look back at Walter, unsure what to say. She knew that she had the gift of being an empath, but she didn't consider herself a seer. As far as she knew she hadn't professed anything yet, just because she read tarot cards or enjoyed practices to predict the future didn't mean she was a seer.
She then heard Annie exclaim and turned to see just Hufflepuff girl's legs standing there. "Well done, Annie!" She clapped.*
"Thanks, Ela!" Annie was positively beaming. She'd used Serenity once. It hadn't worked well, for some reason the charm had only extended to her head. It was awful. Serenity had been so annoyed.
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Hayley clapped and said, "well done," before she turned back to the walking buttons. She tapped them, and they came together to form a pincushion. "Didn't you know about Ot--" she broke off, "nevermind." It had been two years, but she thought she thought Ela had prophesied Otto's disappearance...she didn't remember. It had been a while ago.
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Walter looked over at Hayley, but didn't comment. She did that sometimes, he'd noticed that pretty quickly when they'd started hanging out.*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 17:27:34 GMT
"Hm?" Elavial looked at Hayley, but she had retracted her question, ending it with a 'nevermind'.*
Christopher arrived at the door to the classroom slightly breathless. "I'm sorry I'm late, Professor." He looked slightly embarassed, "I got lost."
He walked forward and handed Esquire a note. "Professor Albrass asked me to give this to you."
Leonard,
I came across Christopher practising Defence Against the Dark Arts in an empty classroom one evening, and caught him producing a corporeal patronus. He claimed it to be his first time, but I see potential in him, and would like him to take part in your academic meetings, as I think it could be beneficial for him. That is of course, if you have space and wouldn't mind taking him on.
I've told him about the group, and he seems keen to learn, and work into Defence Against the Dark Arts more, and I'd be grateful if he could join your sessions.
Hugo Albrass
Christopher didn't know exactly what was written in the note, but the Professor has described the academic classes, and he was quite excited at the prospect, they sounded interesting, and he'd also be able to work on things without having to find an empty class room in the evening, but he was nervous he'd look stupid is he didn't manage to produce the patronus again.*
"Oh yes." He struggled to find the name. "Renard." A worried frown had appeared on his face. Allbrass was much involved in the new security measures of the school, so anything he had to say was likely to be related to them.
He took the note. His eyes flitted over it. The frown dissolved and instead his eyebrows rose in an impressed expression. "A real patronus? Really?" he said, intrigued. *
Christopher nodded, "It was the first time I managed corporeal, but Professor Albrass wanted me to keep practicing." He said, still feeling a tad embarassed. "I've struggled to find time outside classes and also to find a place to practice, so he suggested I join these sessions."*
"Indeed. He thinks it would be benificial to you. I can only agree. A real patronus, your age. Do you think you could produce one now? Or perhaps there's too much distraction ..." he mused.*
Elavial directed her attention towards the new addition to the group. First thing she noticed was that blonde boy that was extremely attractive. She quickly turned away to look at her cardboard box. She found it strange that her first thought was that.
She found herself glancing back at Esquire and him, and listening to how he can produce a full corporeal patronus. Handsome and in Esquire's academic reunion? "Who's that?" she asked Hayley, noticing her voice sounded like she was sighing.*
"I don't think I'd be able to produce one right away, it takes me a while to get to that point, after a few castings only producing the silver vapour, but as I practice it gets stronger, I think I just need a quieter corner of classroom to practice, if that's available, Professor."*
"Of course, of course. I don't have much practical experience with casting patronuses, but if you need help maybe one of the other students has tried before?" He looked around the room questioningly.*
"Thank you sir, I think I'll manage, but if I do need help I'll see if anyone has experience." He said gratefully, before heading to the back of the classroom, near where Hayley and Ela were sitting. He dumped his bag at the foot of a nearby table and wandered over to say hello to Hayley.
"Hello, Hayley. Which subject are you here for?" And then he turned to the other girl he didn't recognise, "Sorry, I don't believe we met, I'm Christopher."*
Hayley had been turning her pincushion into a doormouse and hadn't been watching when he came in. She jumped and the little mouse scurried away. With a flick of her wand, she summoned it back and changed it into a toy mouse instead. "Hey Christopher." --
Annie had reversed her charm and turned to look when Christopher came in. "Hey Christopher, you joining us?"
-- Walter watched Hayley's gaze, feeling a hint of jealousy for half a second when he saw how attractive the blonde boy was. And Hayley seemed to know him. He was reassured though, when it seemed that Hayley had very little interest in him. Of course, he had noticed the way she looked at the Fowler boy, but he'd grown used to that. *
Elavial quickly looked back at her box, when she noticed that he was walking their way. He greeted Hayley and then introduced himself to someone.
"Sorry, I don't believe we met, I'm Christopher."
After a while, she looked up and realized that someone was her. "Oh!" she exclaimed mentally face-palming herself once more. "I'm Elavial, hi, nice to meet you." She replied, trying to sound casual.*
"Nice to meet you too." He grinned, "What's in the box?"*
She smiled back, "Uhm...nothing, actually." She turned over the the box to reveal it was empty. "I just need the cardboard for a scrying glass I'm making. I'm here for Divination. And you are here for DADA? Can you really produce a full on corporeal patronus?"*
"Wow that's cool. Divination wasn't one of the subjects at my old school, so no one knew much about it, but from what I've heard it sounds fascinating."
He smiled and shrugged, "I'm here for DADA, but I've only produced a corporeal patronus once. It has a defined form, but I didn't get a great look on it before it vanished, so I'm not sure what it was. Hopefully I can do it again though, who knows. I think I'm going to go practise now, but it was nice meeting you." He smiled at her once more before heading into a corner at the back, and sitting with his back against the wall.
First he wanted to get into the right frame of mind. Happy thoughts. His childhood. Learning to ride a broom. His mother. His family. His strongest memories, playing in the creek with Scarlet as little kids, his first year at beauxbatons.
He picked his favourite memory. It was his 5th Christmas, and all the family was together. All the grandparents, all the aunts and uncles, everyone. Scarlet and Christopher had just recieved their first proper brooms and were riding about the living room. He managed to knock the christmas tree over. It was the best Christmas ever.
"Expecto Patronum." He said forecfully, but quietly. A lot of silver vapour came out of his wand, almost like a shield around him. It was stronger than his usual first attempt at casting, but not yet near to a corporeal patronus.*
Elavial watched until he produced some type of vapor-y shield, and decided to stop because it was rude to stare. She smiled to herself and looked back at her box. She was feeling giddy and she was pretty sure that she wasn't picking up anyone else's emotion.
She cleared her throat, and concentrated back to trying to cut the box into an oval shape. She took her wand and controlled it while casting Diffindo.*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 17:32:02 GMT
Hayley watched him a moment, then tucked the toy mouse into her pocket. "I'll be right back guys," she told Walter and Ela. She was thinking of the little silver dragonfly she'd managed to produce, the way it had landed on Robert's head.
Walter nodded, having turned back to his potion. He was trying his hand at dragon's breath. It was complicated, and finnicky, but if he got it right it would allow the drinker to breath fire for about a minute per spoonful.
Hayley walked over to where Christopher was practicing, "i know you know this already, but the memory has to be absolutely euphoric. The first few times I tried, I hadn't found the right one yet. The first time it really worked, it was right after something brilliant. Something strong. And recent. Just thought I'd say."*
He looked up and smiled, "Thanks Hayley, I'll keep it in mind. I didn't know you could produce a patronus, that's impressive. How many times have you done it sucessfully?" He asked curiously.
His mind was also buzzing with happy memories, but nothing seemed... strong enough, or real enough. And then an idea hit him. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out an old photo. It was a little worn away at the edges, but it was one of his most prized posessions. His mother, father, grandparents, aunt, uncle, Scarlet and both her sisters. Two of the people in this picture were dead, which made it all the more precious.
Everyone was smiling. Everyone was alive and happy. "I could use this." He said quietly.*
Hayley blushed, Robert had said something similar. She was talented, yes, but she didn'tlike to think she was more impressive than others.
"I did it once, I haven't tried again since then. It was...It was a good night."
She looked at the picture. They all looked so happy. "Try it." She nodded encouragingly.*
Esquire just passed by to check out the work of a sixth year boy on studying a muggle eye-pod. (looked nothing like a pod, nor was there an eye anywhere that he could see). The conversation struck his attention.
"You conjured a patronus too?" he asked, baffled.*
He got up onto his feet this time. He studied the photograph with utmost care, his eyes lingering on his mother's face last. Tears were almost shining in his eyes, but happy tears. It had been a normal day, but a happy day. And that was all he felt that he needed.
He put a lot more force into it this time. A lot more volume as well, "Expecto Patronum!" He yelled out, thinking only of his family's faces.
He was clinging tightly onto his wand and opened his eyes to see a lot more than vapour coming out. Standing there was a majestic, fully-grown lion. It had a full mane of hair and it's back was far above Christopher's waist. It opened it's cavernous mouth as if to let out a long roar, but since patronuses don't make noise, it flashed its teeth menacingly instead.
It prowled slowly around the classroom, as if it was sizing up any potential danger. At this point Christopher was still utterly happy with both his memory and his achievement, but he was feeling slightly drained. The lion came to a stop, standing proudly beside him before vanishing into silvery mist.
Christopher staggered backwards and sunk down to the base of the wall, exhausted.*
Walter looked up from his potion momentarily, but had enough presence of mind to finish the step before allowing himself to gape. As the lion disappeared, he gave himself a moment to clap, then went back to stirring.
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Annie clapped wildly, "great job, Christopher!"
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Hayley smiled, "see, you just need the right memory." She pulled a chocolate bar she'd filched from the kitchens out of the pocket of her robe and handed it to him before she headed back over to where Ela and Walter were.*
"Thanks Annie!" He beamed, still in a little bit of shock.
He accepted the chocolate gratefully, he knew that the sugar was good for re-fuelling your energy after a powerful spell such as a patronus.
He stayed with his back against the wall a minute taking it in. He picked up the photo from where he dropped it and smiled, and even though it sounded weird, he was glad that this was his proper happy memory that had allowed him to produce it.
He wandered over to Hayley and Ela, "I think I'll take a break for a minute. What are you working on Hayley?"*
Elavial stared in awe. She had never seen a patronus before and she had only seen a lion once at the zoo with her parents. Everyone had already clapped and cheered, and she had stayed silent. They all resumed with their own achievements, so she just gave him a smile and went back to cutting the cardboard box.*
"I'm just practicing some of my transfiguration. It's why I'm here. That and arithmancy." She gestured at the toy mouse she'd just put back on the desk, then tapped it with her wand, transforming it into wine glass. "There's supposed to be a limit on how many times an object can be transfigured. I'm at 36 so far."
Hayley smiled at him. "If you're taking a break, do you want to play test subject? I've been reading about human transfiguration and disguise, but it's hard to work on myself without a mirror handy, and my mirrors tend to be a little cloudy." At least, they had been the past week or so, any time she'd made one. She suspected it was because she didn't want to see the bruises.
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Walter finished stirring. It had to simmer for exactly 10 minutes, and he couldn't touch it during that time. He stepped away from the orange colored potion, watching it carefully a moment before turning to the others.
"I'm always game as a subject, Hayls."
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Hayley smiled at him. "Thanks Walter. I appreciate it, but I've read your recipe. You only have ten minutes, I'd hate to leave you mid nose."
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"Fair enough," he shrugged, a little jealous, but her reasoning was sound. Eagles. He shook his head and turned to Ela. "I have a few minutes, need a hand?"*
Elavial looked up, finishing the last cut and holding up a large oval shaped cardboard. She smiled at Walt and nodded, "Sure, uhm, I didn't exactly bring a paintbrush, so it's going to take me a while to paint it completely black with ink. I've got some old quills. We could use the feathers."
She felt her head-ache creeping up against her temples. She reached into her cardigan, pulling out some more feverfew herbs and began chewing.
After handing Walt one of the quills and opening the ink bottle, she began painting the edges. "What potion are you trying to make?"*
"Sure thing, as long as its reversible." He grinned and took a seat opposite Hayley, as he was still a little tired and didn't want to exert all his energy standing up. "What do you want to try first?"*
"I kinda just want to play with your facial features. You've got great bone structure, so you make a good canvas." She sat down on the desk in front of him and pointed her wand. Hmm...where to start? Eye color? then maybe shape. Yeah.
She began speaking the incantations, watching as his eyes shifted through the color spectrum. "Okay, I've got to make you a mirror, so you can see this." She gave a well practiced swish of her wand and the wine glass changed into a mirror, the clearest one she'd made all week. Hayley handed it to him and began again, pausing occasionally at random colors to see if they'd stick.
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Walter took the quill from her. "I'm making dragon's breathe," he followed her movements, painting up and down the cardboard. "Are you alright, though?" He'd seen the feverfew, and gestured to it.*
He nodded and tried to stay as still as possible. He accepted the mirror gladly when she offered him one, it sounded interesting what she was attempting.
"Wow, this is amazing!" He paused and watched his eyes go through the spectrum, "I think I like purple the most, but that could be just because it's the opposite of my normal eye colour." He said, studying the bright shade of violet his eyes had turned.*
The purple reminded her of the bruises, but she forced that thought away. "I could leave it, if you really wanted me to. It fades in about 12 hours. Human transfiguration of this kind isn't meant to be permanent."*
"Oh no, it's fine. I don't want to attract anymore attention than I need too, being the new kid and everything."
"What's next?"*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 17:44:13 GMT
Esquire observed from his seat. It was remarkable, he thought as he watched Harrison change the boy's eyes, how little he really had to do. All these students, even the 13 year old Poulter, educated and amused themselves. Poulter sat in a corner, silently working on his essay about the Wizarding Convention of Bremen.
He, Esquire, had entertained the thought for a while that what was studied here was at such a level that he could help, but Poulter's last essay had managed to educate him about some of the finer nuances of wizarding history. Amazing. No wonder Melissa (OOC: Prof. Gregory, the HoM teacher) was so enthusiastic about him.
And then Harrison. She seemed happier lately, which admittedly seemed the only way her mood could change in. Such a sad business that she would be the target of this terrible wizard. Professor Mayhew still didn't fully understand why her. He found that disconcerting. If Mayhew an ex-auror, was in doubt, things were truly bleak. Of course he would follow Harrison back to the common rooms after this meeting, something which he tried, with varying success, to do discreetly.
The achievements of the other students were equally noteworthy. Renard would fit right in. He had applauded like the rest when the lion had appeared.*
Hayley brought his eyes back to their original color while considering his question. "You have a rather Romanesque nose, fancy a change?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead playing with the shape and length, going from button to Pinocchio and all the variations in between.*
"Oh," She dipped her quill feather in the ink once more and her vision became a blurry for a moment. She blinked, "No, I'm fine. I just feel like I'm getting a headache. The fever-few helps." She spat out whatever was left, into a piece of parchment.
"Dragon's breathe? That's brilliant. I wouldn't mind trying, if you do it riiiiiiiiii-" She found herself trying hard to focus of the piece of cardboard. Suddenly, she took a large intake of breath, as if she was gasping for air.
And she spoke, in a loud distorted voice that wasn't her own, "Winter shall fall upon the nest..." The hand that held the quill shook violently upon the cardboard, creating ugly blotches of ink. "...and the malicious shadow shall take the most precious bird..." The ugly blotches of ink were starting to form some sort of drawing. "...from the bird catcher."
Elavial coughed and covered her mouth with her free hand. "Excuse me. I meant, if you do it -right-. I'd like...to...try." She looked around and noticed almost everyone staring at her.*
"Good gracious," said Esquire, half-risen from his chair. It dawned on him that he was the professor here and rose fully, going over to her. "Someone write that down," he ordered, ever the fast-witted Ravenclaw. "How are you feeling?" he asked her. He looked her over quickly.*
Christopher grammed a piece or parchment and whipped a quill from his robes copying down Ela's words. He had no idea what had happened, but Esquire seemed worried. Maybe it was something to do with Elavial's divination. "What just happened?"*
Hayley hopped off the table, leaving Christopher's nose halfway between a piggish one and a rather twisted one. "Ela?" Her hand reached for the other girl's shoulder.
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Walter was staring open mouthed.
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Hayley thought back to the last time this had happened. Otto was taken. Ela had prophesied it. She knew she hadn't remembered that incorrectly. A wave of fear hit her, but she pushed it away. It couldn't happen again. It...it just couldn't. "Ela, what was the last thing you said?"*
"Write what--what?" She asked, bewildered, studying the professor's worried face. "Yes, sir. No, I'm fine. I've just been having a bit of a headache, but I have fever-few herbs to help. I'm fine, really I am." She assumed that's what he must be talking about.
"What just happened?" she heard Christopher ask.
"Ela?" She felt Hayley's hand on her shoulder. "Ela, what was the last thing you said?"
She turned to look at Hayley and she also looked really worried, "I was just telling Walt that I'd like to try his dragon's breathe potion. Is that not allowed or something? What is it?" She turned to look at Walter and he too was staring at her, aghast. "What?" She wished they'd stop staring.*
Hayley looked at Walter, then back to Ela. "umm..." she looked at Esquire questioningly. "that's...that's not it." She was very conscious of all the eyes turned towards Ela. The words repeated themselves in her mind, she could feel the fear rising again. "You..."
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Walter saw the fear cross her face and his concern grew. "You said something about winter coming to the nest. And a bird snatcher."*
"You ... like York said. But I never ... It's not completely out of expectation of course ... But yes. I mean, no. That's not what you said last. You had ... well, I can only assume it was a visiion or something similar. Are you sure your head is okay now? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?"*
"I said what?" Elavial looked confused. "Walt, I had asked you, remember? About the potion? I didn't say anything about bird snatching." They probably just heard wrong.
She listened to Esquire stumble over his words, that usually meant that he had a lot of thoughts all at once.
"A-a vision? But I didn't see anything, professor. I swear. I was just painting my--" She gave a small gasp when she took a good look at the cardboard. On it, was some sort of drawing of a dark figure. She didn't remember doing that. She suddenly felt very scared. Nothing was making any kind of sense.*
"Do you want to leave, Ela? There are so many people...." She looked around, everyone was still staring. Hayley felt her stomach twist into knots.
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Walter's hand brushed Hayley's; he could feel it shaking. "You drew it while you were talking."
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"It's happened before." Hayley said quietly. "I thought you remembered, but...." She shook her head. The drawing scared her. Everything about this scared her. "Not the drawing, the talking. In that voice." *
Christopher silently handed Ela the piece of paper, "That's what you said."
He know looked at the drawing also, and even though he had no idea what was going on, the drawing was menacing and dark, and nothing menacing was ever good.*
"You drew it while you were talking."
"I-I don't remember..." Her breathing quickened, pushing the drawing away.
"It's happened before. Not the drawing, the talking, in that voice"
"It's happened before?! When? What did I say?"
Christopher then proceeded to hand her a piece of paper. "Winter shall fall upon the nest..." she read the rest in her head. "What does this even mean?!" She looked to Esquire for some sort of explanation. "Did I really say this? Am I mad, sir?" She started to think this was a joke, not a funny joke. Or someone had casted a spell on her to make her delirious.
Elavial was starting to feel the groups fear and confusion accumulating with her own. She gave another glance at the room, everyone's eyes were still on her. She had enough. "Stop staring at me!", she cried out, standing up from her seat. "Please...stop." She began crying, "Sir...I don't...I don't feel well at all."*
He took a look at the drawing. His mouth fell open for a moment, but he did not comment on it. "We're going to see professor Tully. She(OOC: he?) will know better what this all means. Harrison, you'll have to come too. I can't let you walk alone. The rest of you ..." He waved his hand, "Class dismissed?"
He was clearly really concerned.*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 18:59:54 GMT
Under normal circumstances Hayley would have blushed crimson at the announcement. She didn't tell many people that she wasn't allowed to walk about by herself, they asked questions, and the attention...but right then she was too concerned with Ela. She brushed Walter's hand away and wrapped her arms around the other girl in a brief hug. "Let's get out of here then."
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Annie spoke up, "oy, you heard the girl. This isn't a show." She looked around the room defiantly, daring them to keep staring.*
Elavial held onto to Hayley, embarrassed that she was crying in front of everyone, and walked out of the classroom.*
He knocked on the door of professor Tully's office in one of the towers.*
"Agh, this is never going to work." Professor Tully's voice came from behind the door, along with the noise of a skidding chair. "Coming, hold your horses!"
Sage smoke escaped the room once the door was open. "What?" She asked waving her arm around her face to disperse the smoke. "Oh! Leonard, I apologize, I wasn't expecting anyone. Come in." She left the door open and proceeded to open the few windows in the room to let the smoke out.
-- Elavial was trying to compose herself, but a few whimpers escaped her.
-- "Mirkwood? What's the matter?"*
Hayley kept close to Ela, one arm around the other girl's shoulder. "It'll be okay, Ela." She willed her shaking hands to still.
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Back in the classroom Annie and Walter looked at each other. "Huh, I guess I was right about her being a seer after all." Walter said, finishing up the potion. It looked like it had come out right. He poured it into vials.
"Yeah...I hope she's going to be alright." Annie picked up her bag. "Serenity and I had planned to dye Hayley's hair this afternoon...I'll check up on Ela then, I guess." She considered the last thing Equire had said before leaving. "I wonder why she's not allowed to walk alone." Annie remembered Hayley's outburst in the classroom. Something about Maze, she shuddered.
Walter just shrugged. "Couldn't tell ya."*
"Something, ah, happened during my group meeting. Mirkwood ..."
He explained what had happened in Eaglish objective detail.
"I thought perhaps it was best to see you about it."*
Professor Tully, quickly stood up and looked through her many shelves. She took out a small dusty orb, "I never thought I'd use this. Leonard, do you mind placing the memory of the prophecy into this orb. We must send it to the Department of Mysteries."
She placed the orb on the desk and knelt down to where Elavial had been sitting, "Hush child, now listen to me carefully." -- Elavial held her breath slightly to stop the sniffling. -- "Do you remember in one of my classes, I spoke about the Inner Eye? About Seers?" -- "A Seer is a gifted witch or wizard who has the ability to see into the future with their Inner Eye." Elavial recited. -- Tully smiled, "Precisely. And you know that Seers are extremely rare. The last one dated was an unidentified Seer, unfortunately her prophecy broke along with many others in the battle in the department of Mysteries long ago. You're not going mad. What happened in that classroom is that you had a prophecy. You've predicted something that hasn't happened yet. You have the gift of being a true Seer. That explains why you can't remember it. Seers, like Sybill Trelawney, can't remember their prophecies, a most unfortunate trait." -- Elavial exhaled, processing it all. She dried her damp cheeks and with some doubt she asked, "Could I hear it? Could I hear what I said?" Referring to the glass orb. -- "Yes, once Leonard places it in the prophecy record." Tully answered.*
He drew his wand and put it to his temple. When he retracted it, a silver thread hung from the tip, wafting lightly in an inexistent draft. He brought it to the orb. When the memory entered, the orb glowed brightly for a moment before quieting down and only emanating a faint glow.*
Tully took the orb in her hands and handed it to Elavial, careful not to drop it. Elavial held the small orb, cleaning the dust off, gently. It glowed a blueish hue and repeated what Elavial had read on the paper Christopher had handed her. "Winter shall fall upon the nest and the malicious shadow shall take the most precious bird from the bird catcher."
It was her voice, altered and scary, but hers. Not only did she have to worry about her emphatic gift, now this.
-- "She's the first recorded Seer in over a decade." Tully commented to Esquire, "She mentions a malicious shadow and winter. It doesn't say which winter, but we are now entering the winter season. We must take precautions and decipher what she means with the birds."
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Elavial turned to look at Hayley, "You mentioned this has happened before. What did I say? Has it happened yet?"*
Hayley hesitated, then nodded. "You......it was two years ago. It's already happened." She closed her eyes, thinking back. She hadn't even remembered at the time, but it was so obvious now. "Do you want my memory for the record? I was there when it happened. Not really paying much attention though." She looked down at her feet, feeling guilty for that. "I just thought you were talking in your sleep or something. You'd fallen asleep on the couch in the common room."
The old words gathered in her head, repeating themselves in that strange voice.
Dark times are gathering like clouds above the towers of Hogwarts. Evil, in fact, is already within its walls. Before the shortest day has past, a life will find a violent end. He who struck fear in the hearts of many will return from the ashes. Dark times are gathering*
"Yes we do," he said. "Though perhaps it is a metaphorical winter?" He really hoped so, though it would not help to understand any better. He thought best with facts and clarity. "Hold on. This same thing has happened two years ago?"*
"Yes." There was an edge in her voice, the guilt doubling as she realized that had she said something to a professor, perhaps there would have been more protection. And then maybe it would have been prevented. "Do you want the memory, professor?"*
"That would be useful, yes," he said with a questioning look at Tully.*
"It's already happened?" Elavial asked silently, while Tully walked over to her shelf and looked for another glass orb. This time she took a bit longer, but found an even dustier one, way in the back.
"Do you know how to extract the memory, miss...?" Tully asked, holding the orb in front of the girl.*
"Harrison, and yes. In theory." She took the orb carefully in one hand and put the tip of her wand against her forehead. Hayley shut her eyes, took a deep breath and focused on the memory while pulling her wand away. It followed the wand tip, a silvery thread of airy liquid. She deposited it in the orb and handed it back before turning to Ela.
"You predicted Maze coming for Otto. At least, I don't see what else it could be." Her voice shook. She hadn't realized, hadn't put the pieces together. How could she have missed it?*
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2015 19:01:13 GMT
Elavial hastily took the orb from Professor Tully to hear what she had said. And again in her own twisted voice she heard, "Dark times are gathering like clouds above the towers of Hogwarts. Evil, in fact, is already within its walls. Before the shortest day has past, a life will find a violent end. He who struck fear in the hearts of many will return from the ashes. Dark times are gathering."
She exhaled again, new tears sliding down the path of ones that had already been shed. She wondered what life found a violent end. If it referred to Otto, she knew he was alive and well up in the tower. But Maze..."I knew Maze was here. I warned he was here."
-- Professor Tully looked concerned. She took the glass orb from the girl, "Once again Mirkwood, a Seer can't remember their prophecies. You have no fault of what happened to Muhn. Neither do you, Harrison."
She looked at Esquire, "A Seer's prophecies are sporadic, there is no telling when it'll happen. And if Mirkwood's prophecies are of this magnitude, it would be wise to have precautions to avoid anyone getting hurt. It's folly to plan to have someone around her at all times. A solution would be to let people know..."
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"No, please!" Elavial pleaded, looking between Esquire and Tully. "Please don't. There has to be another way. They'll either make fun of me, or be frightened of me. Please, there has to be another way, Professor."*
Hayley had an idea. "I'll stick with you. It won't be hard, we're in the same classes, mostly and the same dorm, and people with think it's because of me. Word will get around now, Professor Esquire announced it to the whole class." She didn't sound like she was blaming him, or like she was angry. "No one has to know I'm keeping an eye on you. They'll just think you're under orders to stay with me."*
Yeah, that could work! But....no, wait." Elavial turned to look at Hayley. "But that would mean you would have to constantly by my side, Hayls." Elavial wiped her new tears away the sleeves of her cardigan. "I mean, I don't mind spending time with you, you're like my best friend. But, what about times with you and --" She stopped herself, remembering some of the teaching faculty were around. "You know. You'd want some time for yourself."*
Those times were rather few and far between, but Ela had a point. They couldn't constantly be around each other. "Hadn't though of that." She leaned against a table, thinking it over.*
"I'm sure you don't need to be around at every possible moment," he assured her. "You can hardly be expected to accompany her into the lavatories. It's unlikely that it happns again in those moments of your absence, right?" Again, he looked at Tully*
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