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SPOILER!!: Professor’s Post Ivy felt her face burn red when Professor Kitridge acknowledged her answer. She hadn’t realized anyone could hear her. She squirmed in her seat with a nervous stomach and bit her lip. Dipping her quill in ink, she began taking notes of the new information on the board. Stolisomancy... she mouthed, trying the word in her mouth as she wrote down the definition. She pondered over the professor’s latest question. Tap, tap, tap her quill on her lips as she tried to think her way to an answer quietly. The only one that really applied to her was which leg she put on first. Left leg meant... financial loss. Financial loss?? She was only 11. What could she lose money on??? She was starting to have some doubts about this divination thing... She raised a trembling hand in the air, her stomach in knots. ”Um... Professor Kitridge? Is this like... literal? Like if it says financial loss does that mean you’ll lose money because I don’t really have any money to lose. Could it maybe mean I would lose something valuable?” Oh that would be bad... her mother would send a howler FOR SURE. |
*blink blink* An aura. Nope, not really what she had meant by that. Unless an aura was like a vibe, then yeah. Anyway, class was moving on and.....what? "According to that, I'm going to have finanical gain," always good "just because I put my pants on right leg first. But I always put my pants on that way, should that factor into my prediction at all?" Surely it did, otherwise shouldn't she have thousands of galleons by now? Not that Whitney believed any of this anyway. |
Question! Stolisomancy. Interesting. Aboli wrote some notes down about this word and whatever Professor K wrote on the board right underneath her own answers to the questions. The only real prediction she could glean from the notes was that she was in for some financial gain. Well...that's good to know I guess. At sixteen...I have fortune with finances in my future. She nodded and leaned back in her chair, wondering what other stolisomancy stuff existed. She would write and ask her mother for some titles on this. She ALSO wondered whether her mother would even believe in this sort of divination... She raised her hand. "Professor...aren't many of these superstitions? What makes a superstition different from divination? Is this considered a more baseless type of divination? Do you think real seers believe in this?" All important questions Aboli NEEDED to know the answers to. |
Crimalla raised her hand. "I put my right foot in. So I guess that means I'm going to find a treasure? Because I'm too young to work, so I know it doesn't mean that I work for it." That would be nice. Her family was poor. She sneezed again, though luckily she managed to direct the sneeze into her shoulder so she didn't inconvenience anyone. "Sorry!" If she wasn't so shy, she would have joined in the concerned questions of her classmates - who all seemed to be taking turns expressing concern or skepticism about what their dressing style said about them. Privately, she wasn't sure how much how much she believed these predictions. But she knew she was young and in a world that she understood so little about, and in her case, she hoped it was true - if only for the financial gain parts. |
None of these prophecies or wives' tales or whatever they were (superstitions, Aboli had said) really applied to Bernie, so she may or may not have closed her eyes for a second or two or seven. Whaaaat, it was warm in here, and she was comfortable, and also she'd put some fancy STUFF on her eyelashes today and so if her eyes were CLOSED Blake would be able to notice them easier. |
Catching up......again Naya was enjoying the fashion show when suddenly, it was over. Professor Kitridge was talking again, so she paid attention to what she had to say. It was question time and this one made Naya think. What did clothes have to do with Divination. Naya had no idea. She really put her mind to it and tried to figure out where the professor was headed with the lesson. Could the kind of clothes you wear help in predicting the future? Maybe it had something to do with the color. Naya wasn’t sure. She was really drawing a blank and wasn’t sure what the connection was between clothes and Divination. She decided just to listen to her classmates’ ideas and keep her thoughts to herself. Finally though, the mystery was solved. It had to do with the questions the professor asked before. It was all about how you put on your clothes. Naya would never have come up with that answer. Seeing the information on the board, Naya copied it down. That was interesting. Who would hav thought that how you put your clothes on would give you information about things to come? Now the seventh year had to compare the notes on the board with her previous answers and make a prediction. She looked at her parchment and began to scribble her thoughts. Based on what she was wearing, several of the statements didn’t apply to her. SPOILER!!: Naya’s notes Finally she was finished. Naya wasn’t sure whether or not they were supposed to share their answers with the class. She decided to wait and see on that one. |
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Ivy felt her face burn red when Professor Kitridge acknowledged her answer. She hadn’t realized anyone could hear her. She squirmed in her seat with a nervous stomach and bit her lip. Dipping her quill in ink, she began taking notes of the new information on the board. Stolisomancy... she mouthed, trying the word in her mouth as she wrote down the definition. She pondered over the professor’s latest question. Tap, tap, tap her quill on her lips as she tried to think her way to an answer quietly. The only one that really applied to her was which leg she put on first. Left leg meant... financial loss. Financial loss?? She was only 11. What could she lose money on??? She was starting to have some doubts about this divination thing... She raised a trembling hand in the air, her stomach in knots. ”Um... Professor Kitridge? Is this like... literal? Like if it says financial loss does that mean you’ll lose money because I don’t really have any money to lose. Could it maybe mean I would lose something valuable?” Oh that would be bad... her mother would send a howler FOR SURE.[/QUOTE] "If something is worth money or has a strong value to you I would really consider that a loss if you would have it leave your possession." Quote:
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Tsk Tsk "Alright students, what I want you to do next is find a partner. You are going to really look at each other's outfits. See if you can notice anything backward, anything with buttons possibly not aligned, maybe a shoe lace untied. If nothing jumps out at you check to see if you can some how see how a tie is tied or speak with the person asking questions that could help you find how they get dressed. I said about not judging someone, well for this you aren't judging, but looking deeper then just a glance. See what you can find with your partner that could answer some of these questions.". OCC: I hope you are having as much fun as I am reading your responses! We will go two days on this activity! [/COLOR] |
Going on to Part 2 (who's partnering with whom?) Hmmm, Violet thought to herself, Stolisomancy...there really was a kind of divination that had to do with clothes. She stopped and wrote that down. Then she considered the meanings the teacher had described to them... SPOILER!!: She looked at her list of questions from before, but none of them seemed to apply to her--she wasn't wearing pants or a tie, she hadn't put her skirt or shirt on the wrong way, both her shoelaces were tied....hey, wait a minute! As she was looking down at her feet again, she noticed that her right shoelace had come untied since the beginning of the exercist. Bouncing Boggarts! that shoe was always coming untied, no matter how tightly she tied it; it was like someone had put a hex on her. Then she looked at the list of divinatory meanings a again-- Quote:
Then she heard the next part of the assignment... SPOILER!!: Violet looked around her table--she was sitting with two other people, Ashley and Mamie--how were they going to do this? Maybe the two first years would want to be partners with each other, and that would mean Violet would have to get up and find someone else. She waited a minute to see how this was going to turn out. |
Ashley sighed. Of course your clothes said stuff about you, but like, this was a stretch. Of course, Ashley's laces were tied (she hurt herself more than enough without worrying about tripping and dying) and her outfit was also fine. "Alright, which one of you wants to be my partner? Unless you want to be partners with each other and I can find anyone else." She looked anxiously at Mamie and Violet. Would either of them want to be her partner at all? |
Rebuttal question! lol Partner???? Aboli was too busy having a VERY in depth discussion with Professor K, clearly, to find a partner. She nodded and raised her again, waiting to be called on. "Ma'am, I'm not saying I don't believe in it. I obviously believe in various aspects of Divination - " Due to her mother, yes. "But within the Divination field, are there any practices that are considered less official or...effective...or sillier than others?" She hoped Kitridge knew what she was asking. She, again, was curious to learn what her mother thought about it all. Now...she needed a partner...but she didn't know who? Avalon? Anyone? |
Claudine inwardly groaned. Why, why, why do professors find the need to have them partner up? Her head automatically turned in Heath’s direction as during the course of the last term, she had discovered that they worked well together. “You’ll be my partner,’’ she told him firmly {and because Rhi said he could} and hopefully. A voice in her head told her he wouldn’t refuse. Now… that was this activity they had to have completed? Oh yes. This activity was sort of repetitive, wasn’t it? Surely most had already looked over their own outfits and corrected it already? In addition, she already knew that Heath would have nothing to interpret based on her outfit. Claudine peered at Heath then took her time in observing his outfit. Did he feel self conscious as yet? And what would she find off, if anything, about his his chosen pieces of clothes? Hmm… |
catching up! So there was a form of Divination that had to do with clothing. That was new information to Avalon indeed. But how accurate was it? Avalon was skeptical about a few methods of Divination already, but this one seemed especially arbitrary. How could the way you tied your shoes predict your future? Shrugging, Avalon looked up at the board, figuring that she'd compare it to her answers just for fun. She wasn't wearing a dress, or shoes with laces, so a lot of the predictions didn't apply to her. But apparently, according to the way she normally tied her tie, she was going to be alone. Lovely. Avalon had never had a boyfriend before, but she certainly hoped that wasn't a sign that she would be forever alone. And now that she thought of it, she remembered that she had put her left leg into her skirt first. So that meant she would have financial trouble. Even better! Mood slightly dampened, the Ravenclaw turned to her fellow Prefect for the second part of the activity. "Aboli, please tell me that you notice something redeeming about my clothes, because as of right now, I'm going to be poor and forever alone!!" She couldn't help but laugh at her morose fate. |
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Partnering with Dances_with_Potter so no one's left out SPOILER!!: quotes Partner time! Partner work in classes was one of Mamie's favorite things. She felt like she would eventually meet everybody this way. Plus, she liked putting two heads together to come up with answers, she felt it was less risky. But now she was sitting with two of her friends, and they had to partner off...Mamie looked from Violet to Ashley, biting her lip while she thought. "It's okay!" she said after a moment. "You guys should be partners! I can be partners with..." she glanced around the classroom, looking if anyone she knew (or didn't know) needed a partner. "I can be partners with Ivy!" Mamie pointed, then waved wildly while she tried to get the other Hufflepuff's attention. "Ivy! Hey, Ivy! Come be my partner!" she nearly shouted, trying to beckon her over. She turned back to Ashley and Violet and grinned. "See? This way everyone has a partner!" |
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Wait partner? Did she just say partner? Ivy DETESTED partner work. She either always ended up doing all the work or ended up partners with someone who was really super... She heard her name from a few tables away and looked to see who had called her. Friendly. SUUUUUPER friendly. Well, at least this saved her the agonizing embarrassment of being left without the partner and having to have the professor force someone to work with her she supposed. She raised a hand in acknowledgement to Mamie and gathered up her notes. Moving across the room quietly, she joined the table with Mamie and two other girls she thought might be in her year, but she couldn’t remember their names. ”Um... hi...” she said quietly, giving them a small polite smile. ”Sorry Mamie, my outfit isn’t like exciting or anything. It’s pretty plain,” Ivy explained, gesturing to her solid dark green sweater with too long sleeves, basic jeans, and black Converse. ”The only thing I really did on the list was put my left leg of my pants on first.” She shrugged her shoulders and tucked her hair behind her ears, waiting to see what Mamie’s analysis would be. |
SPOILER!!: Claudine <3 Heath was so distracted imagining all the possible ways that horrible prediction might come true that he barely heard the instructions for the next part of the activity. He jumped slightly, startled out of his thoughts by Claudine’s voice. Partners? For what? They didn’t have to discuss their findings with each other, did they? Not only was that bound to be an awkward conversation, but he really didn’t feel like talking at the moment. He was sure his voice would betray his feelings if he did! Nonetheless, he replied, “Of course.” He was content to be her partner for as long as she’d have him… which, if that prediction was to be believed, may not be long at all. Heath looked up from his notes with a silent sigh, setting them aside as he turned to face her. Out of sight, but not out of mind. So… did she know what they were supposed to do for this part? Because he had no idea! As he started to ask, he was acutely aware of her looking at him and instinctively averted his gaze to hide the emotion in his eyes. Blink, blink. Why was she looking at him? Then he finally remembered they were supposed to be studying each other’s outfits. His dark eyes surveyed her up and down, looking for anything that might help make a prediction. Merlin, this was weird! He felt creepy for studying her outfit (or anyone’s, really) so intently. It was no use anyway. She didn’t have pants, a button down shirt, or shoes with laces, and he didn’t notice anything on wrong or backwards. Something he did notice, however, was the bumblebee on her top, and he couldn’t help but think what a fitting symbol it was for her… bright and hardworking, but capable of a powerful sting. Great galloping Gungans! Focus, Heathcliff! He inwardly berated himself, shaking his head to clear his mind. What use could that observation possibly be?! Unless… could the graphics and/or patterns of one’s clothes be used to make a prediction? The thought crossed his mind to ask Professor Kitridge about it, but he didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to Claudine. Heath’s eyes fell to Claudine’s ribbon. Did the same predictions gleaned from a tie apply to a ribbon? He studied it, trying to decipher which hand she used to loop it. Judging by the direction of the knot, it looked like she used her left hand, but he was almost sure he was wrong, That prediction would make even less sense than his own! She finds love while he ends up alone… How in the galaxy could both predictions be true, unless…? He didn’t even want to think about that possibility! “Do you think a ribbon counts the same as a tie?” he asked. “Otherwise I have no idea how to answer those questions…” |
Cecelia and Kinsay? Oh. Oh, no. She was going to be judged by her classmates. That sounded positively scary! Crimalla was such a shy girl that the thought of her (far cooler) classmates trying to find little flaws in her wardrobe seemed like something out one of her nightmares. But she couldn't run away now. First, she was wearing clothes that did not belong to her. And second, running away now would be too obvious. For a brief moment, Crimalla pondered using her co0ld as an excuse to leave. It would have been a good excuse - totally understandable! Professor Kitridge was such a kind teacher that surely she wouldn't be mad. But some scruples inside her made her decide not to go that way. If Kitridge was a mean professor, then she wouldn't have felt guilty lying. But she wasn't, and in fact she'd just given everyone five points. It would be wrong to deceive her - even if not doing so would lead to embarrassment. So instead Crimalla turned to shyly regard the two others sitting at her table.Cecelia and Kinsay. "Who should be partner, professor?" she asked in a low, trembling voice. |
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Then she sat up and looked over at her partner. She looked pretty put together--her shoes weren't untied. Then she noticed something Ashley had written on her questionnaire, and remembered, "If you put your left leg in first you will have financial trouble" Well, if you put your left leg in first, that's supposed to mean you will have financial trouble, but I don't know how true this stuff is. Anyway, it doesn't say what kind of financial trouble--maybe it just means you might drop a knut in the Lake or something." She paused a minute and surveyed Ashley's outfit again. "And I think the outfit you picked out means...you're confident and ready for action!" |
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"Professor," she piped up as everyone seemed to be breaking into pairs for something, "can I go use the restroom? I--- there's something in my eye." She blinked several dozen times for effect so Kitridge could see. |
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SPOILER!!: Heath! <3 Claudine happened to be momentarily distracted by Heath’s tone of voice. Abandoning her scrutiny of his outfit for now, she glanced up at his face with a frown. “Something wrong?’’ was her concerned question. Little did she know that he was struggling with what he had interpreted on his own a short while ago. There was further concern when she realised that Heath was not meeting her eyes. “Are you okay?’’ the fourth year asked softly, her head tilting slightly. If Heath didn’t want to talk about… whatever it was, then that was fine with her but she was there for him. Earlier, Claudine had been wondering if her surveying him would be weird. It turned out that this was exactly how she felt as she watched him study her outfit. The girl felt very self conscious. This was one of the reasons she hated to be in the spotlight in general. She tried not to blush and to instead, continue her focus on Heath. No, on his outfit. He was wearing a tie. Perfect. That meant that she could try to figure out which hand was used to loop it. Um… did she just ask Heath that outright? “Your tie… did you use your right hand to loop it?’’ Claudine knew the Ravenclaw was right handed but did that didn't necessarily mean that he used his right hand. The Slytherin shrugged. “I have no idea. I would like to think that it would given the fact that both ties and ribbons have to be looped…’’ She rolled her eyes. “Divination for the main part, in my opinion, is hocus pocus. I mean, stuff like communicating with the dead I believe in but interpretation by clothes? Not really.’’ Even if she apparently will find love. |
SPOILER!!: Claudine <3 The concern in Claudine's voice was all it took to send Heath's already heightened emotions into a tailspin. He was torn between feeling flattered that she cared that much about him and guilty for worrying her at all. 'Am I okay?'Is it really that obvious that I'm not? he thought. How was it that he was so guarded around everyone else, yet an open book around her? He shook his head, reluctantly meeting her gaze with sad eyes. What should he say? He didn't mind telling her what was wrong; it was everybody else in the room that he didn't want to tell! "Read the second interpretation," he whispered as he handed her his notes, trusting she would come to the same conclusion he did upon reading the part that said, You'll be alone. He noticed her blush and instantly looked away. It obvious that the only thing this observation had accomplished was making them both feel awkward… or maybe not. He blinked, slightly taken aback by her question, though he didn't know why. He should've guessed she'd figure things out on her own! "I did," he said, nodding in confirmation. This line of conversation got his curiosity piqued about her Claudine's next words got a slight smile, though it didn't extend to his troubled eyes. "I hope you're right, he replied very quietly, "because if that prediction does come true… His voice trailed off as his fears of losing her returned with a vengeance. "... You know what that would do to me. |
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Mamie wrinkled her nose in concentration and looked Ivy up and down, looking for something to After a few minutes of thinking, Mamie pointed at Ivy's long sleeve. "Your sleeves are longer than your arms," she said. To be fair, they were first years, most of their clothes were probably too big for all of them. "So you have room to grow!" She paused, thinking for another minute. "Maybe you like...you like being challenged...with experiences that make you grow as a person!" Was that a logical conclusion? Was she doing this right? Mamie glanced over at the professor, doubtful she had heard but still hoping for affirmation somehow. Mamie looked down at her own slightly too big outfit with puffy sleeves and belted pants and slip on shoes. She liked it quite well, but wondered what an outside pair of eyes would think. |
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