 Minor catchup/been here the whole time ;) Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Desiree didn’t particularly want to come to class today. Come to think of it, she didn’t want to come back to Hogwarts after the holidays at all! She could’ve easily convinced her father to let her stay home, where nobody would see her wombat transformations, and homeschool her like he did for Adam. And she would’ve done it too, if her brother hadn’t talked her out of it.
She doubted she’d learn anything useful in Flying class today - and by “useful”, she meant anything that could stop her transformations or better yet, make Peeves pay for turning her into an ugly animal - but she was here, albeit looking less princessy than usual. “Comfortable clothes” to her usually meant something pink and glittery, but today she wore jeans and an oversized black hoodie that looked like it could swallow her up. The only thing remotely princessy about her outfit was her sneakers, which she’d charmed to be blue and gold with little red roses… a homage to another Beast like her.
She’d greeted Professor Escalante with a slight smile upon her arrival. Despite her mood, she’d make an effort to be kind; it wasn’t his fault that she turned into a hideous beast! School broom in tow, she completed the warm-up laps, taking care to stay far away from the other students lest she transform mid-flight. Thankfully that didn’t happen, and she carefully landed, joining the others on the cushions as the lesson began.
The professor needn’t worry about any flying teddy rats today - or ever! So far she hadn’t felt the foreboding tingle that preceded every transformation. If she did, she’d tell him. For now she was okay. While she felt a bit… ehh emotionally, physically she was fine.
You mean besides randomly turning into a hideous creature and losing one’s humanity? Desiree thought as soon as she heard the question, but she thought that answer was a bit too on the nose. Instead she took her answer in a different direction. When she heard the word “vulnerable”, she usually thought of emotional vulnerability. With that in mind, she raised her hand and said, “Could someone’s emotional state make them a vulnerable flier? Like, if someone’s sad or even really excited about something, they may be too distracted by their emotions to pay attention to their surroundings.”
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |