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Zieko · 02-06-2010, 08:33 PM

Text Cut: Arya & Ivory

Quote:

Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Arya slowly walked in lugging all her supplies. The spell hit her hard, it wasn't one she was used to. She scrunched up her nose as she walked into the classroom, taking in the semidepressing feel it gave off with the walls and dim lights. As she looked around she saw many familiar faces; waving to her friends, she took a seat beside Allison.

Putting down all her things she gave Allison a small nudge, comparing all there things to make sure she had everything. Satisfied she did the girl relaxed, she had heard about the professor and this was one class she didn't want to be unprepared for."Hey Allie."She didn't speak to loud in case the professor decided to come in and start the lesson.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ivy Nienna

Ivory could barely contain herself. Potions. She let out a contented sigh. Stepping forward into the classroom she was a little surprised with the dim lighting and slimy walls but she didn't let it put her off.

With the careful movements of someone who knew this was no place to be clumsy, she watched her feet for the telltale stones in the dungeons that were slightly higher than the rest. She did not want a repeat of the last time she had seen the Professor. No, no that would not do to happen again. Even though technically she hadn't fallen. She caught herself in time, and that made all the difference, didn't it? Hopefully that's not the way Professor Kazimeriz would remember her. The clumsy first year. A small shudder ran through her spine at the horrible thought. Hopefully, he didn't remember her as 'the stirrer' either.

Making her way to one of the workstations near the front that was empty but close to some of her friends, she sat down and looked around in awe. She had to admit that the Potions lab looked less intimidating than the classroom. Thinking of the Professor, she was probably right in thinking that this was not something of coincidence. Thinking to how she'd written to her grandmother about him being the perfect gentleman, she actually found herself smiling and looking forward to seeing the old man again.

Her eyes as open as they possibly could be, she tried to take in everything the room had to offer, although in her mind she used the term loosely. From the back wall full of books she was just itching to get a hold of, to the shelves of intriguing jars, she had to admit one could not confuse this room for any other.

Her glance was caught by the the writing on the board. After reading the shaky old man's script, she removed her wand from its holster, hunching her shoulders so the small blue flame that erupted on the tip of it did not attract any attention.

Quickly she tapped the side patch on her mokeskin belt, and watched it expand and billow out to become the size of a small book bag. Reaching her hand in to depths that were enchanted to hold more than it seemed, she removed her glass phials in their special case, her potion making kit in its small wooden chest and her Standard Size 2 Cauldron safely packaged in its dragon hide satchel. Then came her dagger and knife in their proper sheaths and her mortar and pestle in their small protective pouch. Her brass scales in their flat case was placed on the table next followed by her elbow length Graphorn and Manticore hide gloves that had been a gift from her grandmother who thought safety was the number one concern in potions, hence all the safety precautions on all her equipment.

Reaching her arm further in until she was shoulder deep, she fished around until she withdrew some parchment, her quill and ink, and the books of course. The bibles of the art which included Magical Drafts and Potions text, A. Jigger, Introduction to Potions text, H. Slughorn, The Art of Potion Making by S. Snape, The Potion Scholar's Encyclopedia of Ingredients, and Potions: An Encyclopedia...and of course Standard grimoire or lab workbook that would be an essential for this class. Arranging everything in a small pile in front of her, she holstered her wand. Everything was still in it's protective casings but she longed to take it all out and set up her workstation...but no she would follow the written instructions. Nodding in affirmation to herself, she set down to rereading Introduction to Potions: Chapter One- Laboratory Basics until the professor arrived.

Relief washed over Allison when she saw Arya take a seat beside her. The only thing she needed was for her friends to skip out on the introduction of the class. She had hoped neither would and their presence and quieted her fears. "Oh Merlin, Arya. Thank any of the gods you're here. I was sort of scared to be here alone." Spotting Ivory not too far from them Allison touched Arya's arm and pointed towards their other friend, "Look, Ivory is over there as well. Ivory, yo!" Allison called out.

What made her raise an eyebrow was the way Ivory had all of her materials. She had heard of such belts with extendable space, but her mother hadn't wanted to get her one. Something about learning to enchant such things on her own, something that Allison now had to research at the library. After all if Ivory had one, she wanted one too. Not because she was jealous or anything, but for some reason having similar things to her friends reassured Allison like no other thing.

And then to the fall of her face she spotted someone else...

Quote:

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius slid into the room, breathing a sigh of relief that Kazimeriz wasn't yet here. After detention, he was exceedingly wary of the man.

And his fingers still felt a little puffy sometimes.

Nevertheless, the urge to do well in the class superceded trying to avoid the man, and so Tiberius set himself near the front center of the room, ready for whatever. He set his bag on the table, double-checking that all his equipment was there, and waited patiently for the introduction to begin.

After last year's pop quiz, how bad could it be?

Poking Arya in the ribs Allison gave Tiberius a weak smile. She wasn't sure whether to be happy for the boy: for making seeker of the team, or feel bad for herself for not making it and being relieved she was a mere reserve. Not deciding on any, Allison nodded towards his direction and spoke out of her heart. Big lie, she spoke out of etiquette and because she knew that even though she really didn't want to congratulate him or even talk to him for that matter--because, after all he stole the quaffle from her a million times, Allison had manners engraved and had to say, "Tibi! Grats on seeker!"

02-06-2010, 08:33 PM	#76 (permalink)
Zieko Firecrab Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Reality Posts: 821 Hogwarts RPG Name: Allison Scott Fifth Year	Text Cut: Arya & Ivory Quote: Originally Posted by grangerfan8 Arya slowly walked in lugging all her supplies. The spell hit her hard, it wasn't one she was used to. She scrunched up her nose as she walked into the classroom, taking in the semidepressing feel it gave off with the walls and dim lights. As she looked around she saw many familiar faces; waving to her friends, she took a seat beside Allison. Putting down all her things she gave Allison a small nudge, comparing all there things to make sure she had everything. Satisfied she did the girl relaxed, she had heard about the professor and this was one class she didn't want to be unprepared for."Hey Allie."She didn't speak to loud in case the professor decided to come in and start the lesson. Quote: Originally Posted by Ivy Nienna Ivory could barely contain herself. Potions. She let out a contented sigh. Stepping forward into the classroom she was a little surprised with the dim lighting and slimy walls but she didn't let it put her off. With the careful movements of someone who knew this was no place to be clumsy, she watched her feet for the telltale stones in the dungeons that were slightly higher than the rest. She did not want a repeat of the last time she had seen the Professor. No, no that would not do to happen again. Even though technically she hadn't fallen. She caught herself in time, and that made all the difference, didn't it? Hopefully that's not the way Professor Kazimeriz would remember her. The clumsy first year. A small shudder ran through her spine at the horrible thought. Hopefully, he didn't remember her as 'the stirrer' either. Making her way to one of the workstations near the front that was empty but close to some of her friends, she sat down and looked around in awe. She had to admit that the Potions lab looked less intimidating than the classroom. Thinking of the Professor, she was probably right in thinking that this was not something of coincidence. Thinking to how she'd written to her grandmother about him being the perfect gentleman, she actually found herself smiling and looking forward to seeing the old man again. Her eyes as open as they possibly could be, she tried to take in everything the room had to offer, although in her mind she used the term loosely. From the back wall full of books she was just itching to get a hold of, to the shelves of intriguing jars, she had to admit one could not confuse this room for any other. Her glance was caught by the the writing on the board. After reading the shaky old man's script, she removed her wand from its holster, hunching her shoulders so the small blue flame that erupted on the tip of it did not attract any attention. Quickly she tapped the side patch on her mokeskin belt, and watched it expand and billow out to become the size of a small book bag. Reaching her hand in to depths that were enchanted to hold more than it seemed, she removed her glass phials in their special case, her potion making kit in its small wooden chest and her Standard Size 2 Cauldron safely packaged in its dragon hide satchel. Then came her dagger and knife in their proper sheaths and her mortar and pestle in their small protective pouch. Her brass scales in their flat case was placed on the table next followed by her elbow length Graphorn and Manticore hide gloves that had been a gift from her grandmother who thought safety was the number one concern in potions, hence all the safety precautions on all her equipment. Reaching her arm further in until she was shoulder deep, she fished around until she withdrew some parchment, her quill and ink, and the books of course. The bibles of the art which included Magical Drafts and Potions text, A. Jigger, Introduction to Potions text, H. Slughorn, The Art of Potion Making by S. Snape, The Potion Scholar's Encyclopedia of Ingredients, and Potions: An Encyclopedia...and of course Standard grimoire or lab workbook that would be an essential for this class. Arranging everything in a small pile in front of her, she holstered her wand. Everything was still in it's protective casings but she longed to take it all out and set up her workstation...but no she would follow the written instructions. Nodding in affirmation to herself, she set down to rereading Introduction to Potions: Chapter One- Laboratory Basics until the professor arrived. Relief washed over Allison when she saw Arya take a seat beside her. The only thing she needed was for her friends to skip out on the introduction of the class. She had hoped neither would and their presence and quieted her fears. "Oh Merlin, Arya. Thank any of the gods you're here. I was sort of scared to be here alone." Spotting Ivory not too far from them Allison touched Arya's arm and pointed towards their other friend, "Look, Ivory is over there as well. Ivory, yo!" Allison called out. What made her raise an eyebrow was the way Ivory had all of her materials. She had heard of such belts with extendable space, but her mother hadn't wanted to get her one. Something about learning to enchant such things on her own, something that Allison now had to research at the library. After all if Ivory had one, she wanted one too. Not because she was jealous or anything, but for some reason having similar things to her friends reassured Allison like no other thing. And then to the fall of her face she spotted someone else... Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Tiberius slid into the room, breathing a sigh of relief that Kazimeriz wasn't yet here. After detention, he was exceedingly wary of the man. And his fingers still felt a little puffy sometimes. Nevertheless, the urge to do well in the class superceded trying to avoid the man, and so Tiberius set himself near the front center of the room, ready for whatever. He set his bag on the table, double-checking that all his equipment was there, and waited patiently for the introduction to begin. After last year's pop quiz, how bad could it be? Poking Arya in the ribs Allison gave Tiberius a weak smile. She wasn't sure whether to be happy for the boy: for making seeker of the team, or feel bad for herself for not making it and being relieved she was a mere reserve. Not deciding on any, Allison nodded towards his direction and spoke out of her heart. Big lie, she spoke out of etiquette and because she knew that even though she really didn't want to congratulate him or even talk to him for that matter--because, after all he stole the quaffle from her a million times, Allison had manners engraved and had to say, "Tibi! Grats on seeker!"