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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Seventh Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin Second Year
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Arienne Morgenstern
Hufflepuff Fifth Year
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Simone Wild
Slytherin Third Year  x5  x3
|  *rearranges for timeline reasons* (aka package is end of November) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
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Originally Posted by fanficfanatict  Selina listened as her Professor spoke. She did not seem to possess anything like what Selina had. Lucky her. It was no gift, it was a curse. Now the visions were trivial and minor. But eventually, as time went on they would get more complex... more important. They would no longer be as simple as the next card flipped over in Divination Class or what Violet was going cheer at the Quidditch match. She would start to see things that she did not want to see. Tidbits of people's lives that she could not help but know. It was the worst form of invasion of privacy and yet here she was. Stuck with her ability.
Bishop was right, though. She had to read and study. If she knew more than she could perhaps control it more. And the focus sounded good, perhaps meditation. Violet had always tried to previously convince her to meditate with her in the Courtyard. Now it looked like she had a reason to.
At the suggestion of study Selina nodded and said, "Professor do you have any books I could borrow? I mean just to get started. I have no idea were to even begin." As it seemed Miss Skylar was choosing to simply think over her words, Renée found herself simply watching the little redhead, smiling a little at the thoughts about how she was lucky she wasn't a Seer. That she wasn't privy to others' personal lives, the sense of invasion of privacy, all of that. If the girl only knew. Seers weren't exactly the only ones, although she had to admit that must seem like more of a curse than her own ability. At least she could choose when to use it, whereas visions chose on their own. And at that thought, her expression turned serious again. She didn't want her student to think she was amused at the situation when she wasn't. She was honestly concerned about the girl, and how she'd get through this.
As the Gryffindor spoke, breaking the contemplative silence, she returned the nod, getting up from her lean against the desk to move toward the shelves. "Of course," she replied, eyes scanning the titles on one shelf before moving to the next. After a few seconds, she'd selected a couple of books, then returned to the girl to hold the tomes out. "Why don't you start with these? Unfortunately, I don't have many in my personal collection regarding Seers, but at least you can get an idea, then perhaps check the school library." If she was correct, there were references in at least one of the books she was letting Selina borrow.
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Originally Posted by Mangig the Scops Owl Wings flapping erratically, the small scops owl ducked through the open window, flying around the office in wide, indescribable shapes. He was hungry, but the package attached to his little leg was making it impossible to hunt for mice on the way. Stupid thing would brush against the ground and scare away all his prey!
Mangig was very put out.
Settling the thing on the desk, he hovered above it, looking to see if anyone would remove it from him. When someone hadn't presented themselves to do so in the microsecond after he'd arrived, he promptly set to work gnawing through the string that attached it to his leg, and as soon as it was cut through, gave an indignant hoot and flitted out the window, pooing on the sill as he went.
Take that, package. Mangig was going to have some mice now. Returning from a brief wander through the grounds, Renée sensed a bit of a disturbance as she'd opened the door to her office again. As if someone had entered in her absence and startled Anastasia, as she knew Bowie was too high-strung to really worry. And besides, the crup was with her, since she'd decided to give him some exercise before the weather got entirely too cold for the puppy. Walking into the room, she let Bowie go sniff at his bed again as she went over to her phoenix, wrinkling her nose as she saw the bird poo on the sill as she passed it. That could have done it, and after settling Anastasia again, she spun around, wand out, and vanished the mess. At least that could be gone, and then she glanced toward her desk. Where any owl deliveries probably would have ended up, and she tilted her head to one side as she saw a box lying there.
Hmm, she thought, removing the chewed string from the box and admiring it for a few moments. She hadn't been expecting anything, even given that it was her birthday. She'd expected any gifts from her father or Sebastian to be late, as she knew both of them probably would have forgotten until today to buy anything. Therefore this was a mystery, even assuming it was a birthday present. Opening it, she noted the coolness emanating from the interior before smiling at the contents. Reaching inside, she withdrew the bouquet and set it on the corner of her desk opposite the wooden box, before reading the card. "Unsigned," she murmured to herself, wondering who might have known. Obviously they either knew her or at least knew her employment file, which narrowed the options decidedly, but she decided she'd let the enigma rest for now and just enjoy the gift. Although she carefully closed the box again, leaving the gelato inside and setting it into a drawer of her desk. As long as the charm held, she'd leave that for later. And contemplate sending a treat to the owl post, for the owl who had left, understanding their reasonings the tiniest bit.
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