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Lesson one: Rocks a fun The first day of lessons was always an exciting and busy time, even with the feast fresh in their minds lessons were the one thing that would always stay the same. As you head to the divination tower you will find it looks pretty much as it always does, except instead of round tables there are long rows with tables and chairs. Each long tables has piles of rocks on it. Cassie is standing by her desk arms folded waiting for the students to enter the room. She is wearing a smile on her face, but no snapping is going on today. No, she was just standing and waiting more bored looking than her normal excited. As you enter the room you will notice the board stating to find a seat and get ready for class. No touching the rocks! Class Progression First Question Find Rocks Second Question Main Activity Thanks for coming |
Ash did not like this at all. No matter what the teachers wanted you to think, lessons would be undeniably different. Her scowl today really highlighted her scars. She was giving off a very cynical energy now. She nodded at the professor. "Professor. Today is a day." Not hello professor, today is a good day. She slouched in her chair moodily, before deciding to put on her fake 'don't scare first years' face. "What are we learning about today?" She smiled, falsely. Whatever they were learning about BETTER NOT involve muggles. She drew another blood-red and ash-grey phoenix symbol, just to remind everyone that she wasn't planning on bending to the will of blood purity fanatics. Just in case. If art and music were the only ways she could show her true feelings, then art and music was what she would be doing. |
Mamie literally ran to Divination. Well, she ran up as many stairs as she thought she could. Then she walked the rest of the way, she didn't want to get too winded. Panting slightly, she barely registered that Professor Kitridge didn't look as happy as normal. She was too happy to be in the divination tower. "Hello Professor," she said as she took a seat at a long table. She eyed the pile of rocks. Were they going to learn how to navigate based on which side of a rock had moss growing on it? Because Mamie already knew how to do that. |
Quinn was very excited for divination before he came to school. Being able to tell bits and pieces of the future would be great—being able to know how something would go before it happened had always been a wish for Quinn. Then he wouldn't be so scared of things to come. Then he learned that he could, and then he learned that his wand was good for that kind of thing. How lovely! Now, though, he was terrified of what the future held. No outcome of what was to come felt like it could be classified as "good," or even "fine." He entered the classroom downtrodden, eyes still baggy from the lack of sleep the night before. The professor seemed sweet, though; Quinn could feel a nurturing, motherly energy from her. Quinn thought he would like her. "Hello, Professor." He mustered what he could of a smile. He looked across the rows of tables—mostly empty, save for Ash. He couldn't very well sit away from her in an empty room, could he? Quinn went over and sat next to her, giving her a small smile and hoping she wouldn't say anything scary to him. He had only met her last night, but she seemed to have a knack for saying scary things. He liked her phoenixes, though. |
Divination. What a terribly unimportant class, and a horrible name to boot. Yet he felt the need to be here. Any and all distractions right now were surely needed, and he was not going to say no to a useless class to help chew that time up. So here he was, Moose in a Divination Class. Nothing felt divine. Moose had made his way into the classroom and looked over at the Professor. He felt no need to even bother attempting to put a smile on his face, why was the Professor even smiling herself? Moose knew fake smiles. He basically was the master of fake smiles. You couldn't fool him. He just gave her a quick nod and found his way to a seat. |
Minjae had never truly cared for Divination despite coming back each year. (mainly because it was easier than certain other subjects) but this time the Hufflepuff was glad to be here. Being in the same room as his Head of House gave him a sense of comfort. Ever since the feast, the Hufflepuff had not been himself. No laughing, no smiling. He was basically keeping a low profile as to not draw too much attention to himself as the form they had to fill out was making him highly nervous as a muggleborn. He noted that she wasn't cheerfully snapping and the seventh year secretly missed that. It was kind of her thing to do, a personality trait of some sort. He didn't comment on it though. "Hello Professor" he greeted as he lifted his head up to look at her for a second before flashing a small smile, pretending like eeeeverything was okay. Finding a seat, Minjae sat down and began to stare at the rocks in front of him. |
Valentina walked into the classroom, the usual enthusiasm missing from her face. She felt incredibly tired and stressed - plus, divination was a subject that was completely beyond her understanding. She tried to muster up some energy to smile as she greeted the professor - ”Hello, Professor! The gryffindor headed towards a seat by the window and sat down, dropping her bag to the floor. She looked around, wondering where all her friends were?? Why was she here so early? |
Camryn should have been excited for Divination class. Sadly, on this day, she was not. Worrying more than any eleven year old should need to, her mind was distracted and she had taken a wrong turn on the way to class. That was definitely not helpful to her state of mind. Finally arriving at class, Camryn entered the room with a weak smile. “Hello Professor”, she said as she made her way to an empty seat. Barely noticing the rocks on the table, Cam sat down. She busied herself by getting her supplies out of her bag and taking several deep breaths. She needed to be calm, so she could concentrate on her lesson. |
there are ROCKS...how can I resist XD Divination had been a household joke in the Flamsteed home. Well, mostly a joke. Mum would always fuss at dad whenever Auntie Callista would come over. They had all been professors at Hogwarts together...and as it turns out, so had dad and Professor Kitridge. Well, after Auntie Callista had left Hogwarts. Mum had been the one to give himself and Aries the little mini history lesson over the summer since, well, since dad was too busy with work at the Ministry. Supposedly. He had heard from Andromeda how perky Professor Kitridge was...and Atlas could use a bit of perk right about now. To contrast everything else...only upon entering the the tower and then classroom...he found the woman to be anything but perky. There wasn't even this infamous Snap Cup he had heard do much about - it sounded like something Aries could really get behind too. Or make for himself. But something else caught his attention. Rocks. Little piles of rocks. His stomach gave another horrible lurch. Quietly, he shuffled his feet over to the nearest unoccupied seat [next to Minjae!] and sat down without another word. |
Divination wasn't a class that she knew too much about. Which was okay really. That was why she attended classes. To learn. And that was more than enough for her. Dahlia loved learning about new things, nearly as much as she loved to read. It was a long walk from her previous lesson all the way up to where Divination was held but she didn't complain. When she did get there her heart soared at finally seeing someone with a smile on their face. "Hello, Professor," Lia greeted the women softly but with a gentle smile of her own. A very quick glance around showed no signs of any of her family members, slowpokes. That just meant she could sit anywhere she wanted. Choosing an empty spot, she placed her bag beside her chair. This wasn't so bad. Maybe this class would go okay and things could appear normal for just a short while. Now what was up with all of those rocks? |
Bella was a little excited for Divination class since her wand was supposedly, according to the shopkeeper at Ollivanders good for divination spells. She wanted to test if that was the case, but mostly she wanted a distraction from all the unhealthy worrying. An eleven year old shouldn't have to worry about not being able to write home right? Shuffling her feet the dark haired snakette headed into the tower classrom taking a seat at at an empty desk with a pile of rocks on it. Raising her head Bella plastered on a weak, but sunny smile as she greeted the woman at the front. "Hello Professor Kitridge!" |
Emmerson wasn't looking forward to Divination with Professor Smiles (the name her mum had said the moment she told her she was the one teaching her Divination). This had nothing to do with the subject, or the woman, but rather that this school year was already a nightmare. The Second Year wanted to curl up back in bed and wait for the Hogwarts Express. However. There were rocks. Emm stepped back outside the class to ensure no one was coming. She re-entered and looked about the room, then turned with a hopeful look toward the woman. "Are these for the jerks walking around the castle?? I can't throw all that hard but I'm getting better at the levitation charm." Finally, SOMEONE was trying to help them revolt. Never in a million years did she think it would be Professor Smiles but desperate beggars couldn't be choosers. If Kitridge was the only one on their side then so be it. "I bet Moose could probably throw a hard rock." |
Kale was wrung out from this term already. Fifteen going on fifty. It was, like, a never ending misery train. And to make matters worse, he had to go to Divination! Kale was as perceptive as the rocks they were gun learn about and he wasn’t really in the mood to feel stupid today. So with the MOST sad face, he lifted his hand in greeting to Kitridge and plopped at a nearby table. |
Kinsay made her way inside, following just behind Emmerson. ...... How could Professor Kitridge smile at a time like this??? It made Kinsay feel even more upset. So upon making eye contact with the divination professor, she gave the smiley blonde her biggest frown... Only to hear Emmerson suggest that they were using the rocks as weapons! Okay, Kinsay was fine again! "I have a strong left arm," she added, nodding knowingly. "Do you have bigger rocks? We should make a fort." One that they could hide in and throw the little rocks from. It was genius! Who knew that Professor Kitridge would be the one to save them all!?! |
Ah divination, the highest point in the castle. Probably not the safest place in the castle if she had to run from the alliance. But, between Divination and Astronomy those were the only two classes that could keep her interested and feel like something slightly normal may come of this year. Well, so long as her family was still there when she got home. With a quick glance up she noticed Professor Kitridge smiling, while normally it would have felt comforting after last night it was anything but. "Hi Professor." Normal round tables gone meant she had to find a new place to sit and hang out for the lesson. Finding an empty seat closer to the front of the room she sat down and stared at the rocks like they might hold some sort of answer to when they'd get out of this school. Day one was too early to feel that way, right? |
It was always such a long trek to the Divination Tower. That’s what she originally thought during her second and third years at Hoogwarts at least. Now? The girl was quite accustomed to the long walk. In any case, she could use the brief walk to try to clear her head from all the recent happenings at Hogwarts. Walks and time by herself usually helped but not this time around. The new idiot Headmaster was still unfortunately on her mind. What did distract Claudine though were the rocks on the long tables. Divination by rocks? Something else quite attention grabbing was the fact that Kitridge wasn’t snapping. The fifth year hid her surprise. “Hello, professor.’’ After the simple greeting, Claudine chose to sit at the table furthest from the front of the room and on a chair at the far end of said table. As usual, everyone was ignored though there were familiar faces everywhere. |
The sound of wheezing and grunting, a few muttered curses and choice words preceded their entrance into the divination tower. Two hooded figures, their faces completely in shadow, pulled themselves in through the trapdoor. They said nothing now but certainly exuded a threatening presence as they moved over to stand on either side of Professor Kitridge. One of the hooded figures pulled a pad of parchment and quill from the depths of their robes, their black-gloved hand poised over it to take notes. Were they here to observe her or the children? It didn't matter. Compliance WOULD be ensured for the greater good. |
You know what was awkward? Standing at the bottom of a ladder watching two VERY ominous cloaked figures heading to your next class. She didn't anticipate being a very devoted divination student by any means, but maybe this lesson would be more action-packed than she'd originally thought. Who knows. Not her. Everything about everything was not how she'd thought it would be so far. Only once the trapdoor had closed behind the two creepy, hooded figures did the first year make her way up the ladder and into the class without a single huff or puff. Annnnnnnnnnd the ominous cloaked figures were ominously standing around the teacher. There were rocks on the tables. Neat. "Hello, Professor," Eden greeted, saying nothing to the hooded figures. She figured it would be rude to NOT sit next to her housemates Ash and Quinn after their slumber party, so that's where she went. "Hey." |
Bernadette was running late late LATE late late to Divination. She was literally holding her bag on her shoulder with one hand as she raaaaaaan down the corridor to the Divination ladder. Merlin! Why was this class on the opposite side of the castle from her previous one?! Anyway, she smartened herself up before ascending to the Divination room. No sense in looking shabby when she entered, right? One never knew who (or what) Divination class would hold. Er, she never knew, at least, because she did not read her textbooks for fun nor have her Inner Eye calibrated properly. Bernie poked her head through the door and her blue eyes widened at the sight of the guests there. Ummmmmmm. Were these Azkaban escapees TOO? "Hello Professor," she snapped one hand at the Hufflepuff Head of House in greeting, then after a long pause, added, "and esteemed guests?" A snap for them too. Bernie scuttled up and into the room the rest of the way and found her way to an empty table. Someone please tell her these stones weren't here just to make a pun? "Divination rocks?" OR DID IT? |
Avalon had gone back and forth on whether or not she would continue taking Divination after her OWLs. She received a passing score, but she was relatively ambivalent to the class. She did well at the subject, of course, but it wasn't her favorite class of all time. Ultimately, she decided to stick with it, just because she appreciated Professor Kitridge. The bubbly professor always brightened Avalon's day a bit (even though she was sometimes a little over the top). But Professor Kitridge didn't seem so excited today. And Avalon couldn't blame her. With everything that had happened recently, the Ravenclaw couldn't imagine how anyone could have a smile on their face. And who were those creepy hooded figures? Were they going to be observing every lesson now? Talk about hard to concentrate. "Hi Professor Kitridge," Avalon said glumly as she took a seat away from most of her classmates, not really in the mood for socializing. |
"Hello Professor" Blake stated as he walked into another divination class. He didn't mind this class really, but never felt like he was actually getting the hang of it. He didn't feel he ever really possessed the 'inner eye' but gave it his best effort none the less. Taking a seat and looking at what was in front him ... they were rocks ... was this a geology lesson instead? And that's when he felt the ominous presence .... who were those people next to the Professor???? Blake didn't like it ... didn't feel right that's for sure. He wasn't sure if he should comment on it ... or just try his best to ignore them (as if that could be possible) |
Again, Aboli wished they had had a DAY to freakin' acclimate here. But nooOOoooo they were supposed to just be all LA TEEE DAAAAH about it. "Hi, Professor," she said, coldly, irritated by her demeanor. She didn't WANT them to pretend things were cool. She wanted ANGER. FRUSTRATION. REBELLION. Well, not the last one. At least no stupidly and openly...plus, hadn't she set herself on survival, no matter the cost? Whatever. She didn't even touch the rocks. She just crossed her arms, standing there as she waited for the lesson to begin... That is, until the HOODED GUYS showed up. Her arms uncrossed immediately and hung at her side, and she felt herself straightening up, her facial features hardening, and her eyes scanning the room again. What was that awful, dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach? Right. Fear. Wonderful. |
Normally Christian would be bounding up to the divination towel on the first day of lessons. Divination was a easy class right? That’s what he was thinking when he signed up for this elective. Plus the professor was Gemma’s mum so she would go easy on him right? But after last nights start of term feast he was thinking that this term wasn’t going to be easy on anyone professors included. So today the third year just made his way to tower luckily it wasn’t far from his common room and his slow pace wouldn’t cause him to be late. He climbed the ladder up into the classroom. ”Good morning Professor Kitridge.” No snaps but a smile. It alway amazed him how some people could wear a smile all the time even in the dimmest of times. As he had predicted some of Rosiers goonies had also showed up for the lesson. He glances over at them and stared for a moment before his brown eyes found the tables of rocks. Boy would he love to chuck one of those rocks at the hooded goonies. ”I’ve got a pretty good arm myself.” The third year chimed in, looks like he wasn’t the only one with that same idea. |
All thooose stairs. She better have some nice quads by the end of this term. Some nice toned ones. And hamstrings. Some nice fit ones…. Lilith’s train of thought was abruptly interrupted when she entered the classroom and saw the two hooded forms on either side of the professor. What were they doing here? Why wasn’t the professor kicking them out? Or better yet, hexing them? She didn’t feel safe enough to open her mouth and greet anyone. Hah. No. She wasn’t going to die here. Or today. That’s how they made her feel. Nope. Lilith joined the table nearest the hatch door. Know all your exits. |
Austin didn't really like morning classes, he walked into class, not saying much but gave the professor a respectful nod to let them know he at least acknowledged their presense. He quickly found a seat and waited for class to begin, looking at some rocks near him. Um... |
Despite his ambivalence toward the subject itself, Heath was looking forward to the first divination lesson of the term for the simple reason that he could always count on Professor Kitridge’s sunny personality to lift his spirits. He entered the classroom expecting to hear snaps, but instead he found the room eerily quiet. Even the professor's smile seemed… off somehow. Not that he could blame her a bit! He didn't feel very smiley himself as is He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if he had to stand in front of a room full of students, surrounded by hooded figures that he could only assume were Rosier's cronies. "Hello, Professor Kitridge," he greeted, managing a faint smile in return. Eager to put as much space between himself and the hooded figures as possible, he beelined for the table closest to the back of the room, taking the empty seat nearest to Claudine. Was he allowed to say hi to her? Better not risk it with those hooded goons here! Instead of a verbal grerting, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement. Soon his eyes were drawn to the rocks on the table, and his curiosity was genuonely piqued. He didn't know rocks related to divination! Wait, they were for divination and not throwing at each other, right?The way this term had gone so far, you never could tell! |
Since Delilah was new to Hogwarts, she wouldn't really notice if anything was out of the ordinary. Now the whole face melting thing had been a pretty obvious surprise for everybody, but the fact that this professor was quiet and not snapping at her students? Delilah didn't even notice anything had changed. As a matter of fact, she still had the attitude that literally nobody could be trusted, and she'd started walking around the castle expecting people's faces to start melting off. Any one of them could be somebody else. She quietly took a seat, but at the same time, she tried to hide a light laugh at Emmerson's comment. Delilah had to admit that if they started throwing rocks at their unwelcomed guests, she'd join in for sure. Then just like that, the lighthearted nature of the first few seconds of class was over. Delilah felt her heart start to pound again as the two hooded figures entered the room. She squirmed a little bit in her seat then turned her gaze to a random spot in front of her. Nope. Not going to meet anybody's eyes, especially not the two hooded figures. |
Belatedly, while climbing all those stairs, it had crossed Flynn's mind that all the professors might have actually been fake and maybe they couldn't trust anyone anymore, but when he saw Kitridge he relaxed a tiny bit. Just a tiny bit. But only because she had once been his mum's favourite professor. It was hard to relax in general at the moment. And that little bit of relief drained away when those.... people flanked her. The professors that were here, that were good and real and had nothing to do with any of this and Flynn suddenly realised how tenuous a position they were in. Worse than the kids. His hello died on his lips and he gave Kitridge a stricken look instead before slipping into the seat next to Kale. He gave his friend's shoulder a reassuring (and apologetic) squeeze and then focused his attention on the rocks with a lot more interest than they deserved. |
Delaney felt exhausted. It took her hours to fall asleep the night before (after she had silently cried under her covers) and once she did, she still tossed and turned well into the morning. So, climbing what seemed like a bajillion stair from the dungeons up to the north tower was a dreadful start to the morning. Not to mention the pair of freaks in hoods that stood at the front of the classroom next to the professor. “Professor,” She saluted to Professor Kitridge before whispering quietly, “Weirdos…” She recognized a fellow snake at a nearby table. Emma? Ella? Bella? Whatever. It would come to her eventually. She quickly sat down next to her and waited for class to begin. |
Valencia seemed to have followed some odd figures into the classroom. She kept her distance, of course, you don't want to be close to random hooded figures. "Hello Professor." the Ravenclaw greeted in a rather subdued voice. She was usually looking forward to classes but this year already seemed like a disappointment. She eyed the hooded figures as she passed before taking a seat and staring straight at the board. She wasn't even interested in the rocks. |
Divination was definitely one of Flora's favorite subjects. Not only was it close to the common room, which meant that she could take her good ole' time getting to the classroom and not have to walk up too many steps, it was also a class where she didn't really have to think too hard in. And if there was one thing Flora didn't like to do, it was think. Also, Professor Kitridge let them try to summon Lord Voldemort. Which other Professor would allow that!? None. And speaking of A classroom full of Gryffindors AND rocks? Would could possibly go wrong! |
Now more than ever it seemed to be important for Curtis to be continuing his studies with Divination. Sure he had parental pressure to stay close to adult family friends but overall, this was personal. Why else has he attended every year? Anyway, Curtis didn't expect to see well, this Professor not looking cheerful but the two figures on her side. He silently cursed inside his head. That meant he had to be even more discreet around her. "Hello Professor," Curtis greeted, pausing to look directly at her. His lips moved inaudible, to the average viewer, this could seen as a peculiar tick. But to those who knew him the longest, he was mouthing out what could be read as 'Mum'. He would have to visit her later. Disguising this action with a small nod, temporarily making him look awkward for safety reasons, he went to take a seat. Practically ignoring the rocks to gaze at the hooded figures. Who were they? |
Violet hated Divination at the best of times, but this morning she absolutely loathed the prospect of the long trek up to the Divination classroom. Especially without tea, which she'd had no time to have this morning. She slumped sulkily into the classroom, grunted a greeting to Professor Kitridge, and plopped down in a seat toward the back, pulling out her quill and parchment as she did so. Were they really going to just hold classes as usual today, if nothing had happened last night? It was not until she was seated that she noticed the two dark figures at the front of the room. Okay, guess it wasn't classes as usual. |
Her mind was in a million places and the off in space look that Cassie had soon switched to a bigger smile as the students started to come in. She couldn't act panicked when they were around. She wanted them to know that the staff was strong and would protect them no matter what. She was going to try her best, but her momma ways were in full force. Her momma bear emotions were getting the best of her. SPOILER!!: So much going on in these replies "Hello everyone and welcome to our first Divination class. I know things are seeming different, but we are going to be jumping right into some more nature reading this term. Diviners have used nature for readings for as far back as we can research and why wouldn't they. The earth can speak to us like nothing else. It sees things that we can not and can show us so much." She loved nature, though she didn't always like being in nature, her heels always were an issue with nature. "As you see we are going to be studying rocks today, what I want you to do is look at the rocks. Don't touch them yet, but just look at them. Which ones seem to speak to you, which would you pick if you were walking in the forest?" Her eyes looked at the hooded people again, they were making her so distracted and the poor students seemed to not enjoy them there either. She turned to them, "Would you like to take a seat and do the lesson with us or if you don't mind leaving so I could teach students without you distracting them, that would be lovely as well." She snapped towards them encouragingly before turning back to the students. "With the rocks sitting here and what we have learned about nature and ways of reading, what type of reading do you think we will be doing today? Have you heard of any forms that use rocks in some way?" She tried to keep her distance from the hooded distractions and keep her focus on her students. ** I am so sorry this took so long. With Peeves last night and work today it has been crazy. We will continue hopefully in 24 hours! |
Claudine stared as the figures stood on either side of Kitridge. She was upset to see them there and it reminded her of Umbridge all those years ago, observing the then Hogwarts professors. The Snakette hoped Kitridge wouldn’t be intimidated and would be able to carry out the lesson as planned. A pleasant distraction in the form of Heath arrived which made her feel a bit better. His presence had that effect on him. “Hi, you,’’ she mouthed to him. Nature readings… that sure did sound interesting. Claudine had to agree with Kitridge. Nature was definitely wonderful as she had found out during that year at Beauxbatons when she would constantly find herself drawn to the Rose Garden. Even here at Hogwarts she liked to be out at the Lake or the pathways. Nature usually provided a calm and soothing effect, not to mention inspiration for sketches. Doing her best to ignore The Hoods, the Snakette focused on the questions. Naturally it was a reading by rocks which she had heard of. But as for the name of that form of Divination? Claudine could not quite peg it though the answer felt as though it was on the tip of her tongue. |
Even though Quinn was excited for divination, he didn't actually know much in the way of the subject. This included whatever was going to happen with these rocks. He did know that he liked nature, though, so he was ready for that. He wasn't ready to sit in a classroom with the Weirdo-Alliance members. They weren't the Headmaster—Quinn wouldn't be able to do a thing if he was in the room—but it was people like him, and they made Quinn exceedingly nervous. Quinn tried to focus on the rocks in front of him, but every now and then his eyes would dart up towards the hooded people to make sure they weren't going to attack anyone. When he was looking at the rocks, though, he did see some that he liked—one looked like a vague pyramid-ish shape, and another was pretty flat and oblong, but it had a hole in the side that intrigued Quinn. |
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Mamie was not about these scary dudes being in her safe space. She eyed them warily and almost missed the first half of what Professor Kitridge said. Something about divination in nature and touching the rocks? She reached for a rock, then paused. Wait, no. She said don't touch the rocks. Mamie withdrew her hand, but kept her eye on that rock. It was a good rock. She raised her hand. "I like this rock," she said, gesturing. "Can we use rocks divination to see what has happened in a place? L-Like, like if it's a good place or a bad place or...or if bad people were there?" She tried really hard not to look at the scary people. She focused on the good rock in front of her instead. |
Ash nodded at the kids sitting nearby. It would have been awkward if they sat on the other side of class. "I've heard of lithomancy too. I think you like, predict the future or something by looking at rocks. I don't know how though. Do you look at the rocks, the arrangement of rocks, the light on the rocks, the shape of the rocks... I don't know." For once, Ash could use a little divination. Although... knowing what the future held wouldn't change it, so maybe she didn't want to know. She picked a rock that was lumpy, like a heart or a brain or a fist. She didn't really know. It just seemed like a special rock. |
Aboli actually managed a small smile as Professor K said she had thought of her this summer! And while planning some lessons?! "Yes - thank you, Professor. I need to come see you for some guidance about my future at some point..." Her and Healer Recard, her head of house. But with no owls...Aboli suddenly realized....applying to University would be impossible. The punch to her gut was something she had not expected so soon into the class. But rhe realization had drained all color from her face. She put a hand over her stomach and tried to focused on Professor K's moving lips, the words from her mouth. Rocks. Rocks. They were talking about rock divination. Aboli normally had so much to say in this subject, but all she could think about was how quickly her plans could be ruined, DRASTICALLY SO. Rosier did not seem like he'd be easy to talk to...but surely he wanted to perpetuate magical people's development and continued education? Should she...ask him if she would be allowed? If "Trent's" treatment of her last term had anything to do with it, she was terribly afraid not. What...what was going on???? Aboli had lost focus COMPLETELY. |
Kitridge was a nice lady, he thought as his bottom lip wibbled, offering to be there for him as he navigated this new world. One without his Dad. But he couldn’t really stand to reply. He was too exhausted, listless. So Kale fully lurched to awareness when Flynn sat beside him. He managed a soft smile, the weak kind that was mostly sad, at his bud to show his appreciation for the solidarity. Friendship, bro. It was more important now than ever. Kinda felt like the only thing they had at the moment. He blinked down at the rocks, searching for anything tangible to answer her question, but his brain was straight up empty. Kitridge would have to excuse him. The fifth year couldn’t put more than a few solid thoughts together and stuff for classes was falling dead last in his priorities. |
Valencia watched the hooded figured for a moment before raising her hand. "There's divination based on how light reflects off stones." she said. Perhaps that's what they were doing. |
"Who needs bigger rocks when one has a wand?" Professor Kitridge's question made Kizzy think. A big PROPER, think. Was Professor Kitridge telling them to use their wands to attack the bad people??? Was she ENCOURAGING rebellion? While Kiz appreciated the encouragement, it didn't seem like a good idea. No offense, but she didn't want to die yet. AND Even if wands were better than big rocks, Kizzy only knew how to do maybe... four spells maximum? Last term had been rough and spent doing catch-up with the early confiscation of her wand and she had a feeling this term wouldn't be much better. So she simply gave Professor Kitridge a blank stare before making her way to sit down. Rock divination though? Kinsay raised her hand, despite having no clue. "Sometimes rocks have fossils. Is that divination?" Because it could tell you where dinosaurs lived and that's pretty important information. Kinsay thought so, anyway. She was trying to distract herself from the scary hooded people. |
Bernie had absolutely no clue that you could use rocks for divination. However, at this point in her many (read: five) years as a witch, she had learned that you could basically use anything for Divination. There was no avoiding it, apparently. So for her answer, she fell into her default mode of making something up. "You could... skip a stone across the lake and see how many rings it makes in the water," she guessed. "Or if you've got long game, you could get a stone wet and then see if it'll grow moss and then you could burn the moss and read the smoke rings." She really had no clue. It was hard to make a good guess when they were all being watched by these people but they couldn't see WHO the creepy watchers WERE. They were just ... hoods. Bernie blinked and decided to be a watcher herself; she watched as the professor spoke to the suspicious people, her gaze darting between the adults with hesitation. Were the rocks really here for the lesson or did she want to give them an extra weapon (besides their wands)? Hufflepuffs were nice like that, Bernie thought. Maybe Kitridge was just looking out for them, really. Then she took turns watching each additional person who answered, wondering how some of the kids (the ones mentioning lithomancy) knew which chapters to read before the first of day school, even. Guess those ones were the seers. |
Delilah was equally shocked and relieved when the professor carried on with the lesson as if the hooded figures hadn't ever even arrived at all. It was admirable, but it was worrisome, too. Each and every time someone showed the least bit of resistance, Delilah was taken back to that very first crucio she had seen at the feast. It wasn't exactly a mental picture most people wanted to have. Rocks. Just...rocks. Delilah had never, not even once in her life, considered rocks very interesting. They especially didn't 'speak' to her at all. She stared down at the rocks before her, though, but it was really just as a distraction from the hooded figures. She raised her hand. "I don't really know much about Divination, but if I was walking through a forest, I would probably just pick up a really pretty rock. Or maybe even a rock that I could throw," she said. Having pretty rocks and rocks she could throw, though, had nothing to do with Divination. "I'd say if we wanted to use them for Divination, we would look at sizes and shapes? Maybe whether they're smooth or jagged?" |
Noah hadn't been feeling his usual self so he had been rather quiet at the beginning of class. Rocks... Reading. Shadows? Shapes? Lines? He mulled over what they could be doing with the rocks today.... He stayed silent, listening to the other students provide their thoughts and answers to Professor K before raising his right hand. He intended on building on top of Delilah's idea in a way. "Would we also look at cracks on the rocks??" He paused, running through ideas in his head. "Shadows perhaps?" |
Don't touch the rocks. ....................... Why was it always so hard to follow instructions to not touch something? Aries and himself had never been quite good at that, often sneaking into dad's office to play with his figurines. They used to get away with it, sort of. Dad had this crazy photographic memory where he would pick up at the tiniest of change in position. Mum would say the same about her work bag and that exploration had sent them on an emergency trip to Mungo's. Andromeda didn't like it when they touched her stuff either...but they did it anyway. Anyway. Rocks. There was no way in Hades that Atlas was leaving this classroom without a rock in his pocket...but not to throw it at anyone like Emmerson was suggesting. He was...going to ignore that statement, especially since it was the total opposite of what she had been saying last night about resisting and using force against these people, and instead eye the pile of rocks nearby to pick out his favorite. He didn't know anything about Divination, just how to troll here and there with astrology, but he DID like the suggestion of one of his housemates. "I like the skipping stones idea. Can we do that?" Because then they could be outside and maybe feel less like these hooded figures were breathing down their necks. Also...maybe they could provoke the giant squid and he could go all kraken on Hogwarts and the Neo-Alliance. |
Rocks?? Valentina didn’t know one could use rocks for divination but then again, she didn’t really understand the subject all that much. She simply stared at the rock sitting in front of her for a minute or two.. uhh?? they weren’t really speaking to her at all?? She just didn’t get it so she simply looked around a bit. .... “I didn’t know rocks could be used for divination... reading purposes, Professor!” She responded to the professor’s question several moments later, raising a hand. |
The Hufflepuff definitely needed to hear those words. After indirectly being called worthless as a muggleborn was something no one signed up for. He nodded in appreciation before he looked next to him as one of the Flamsteed boys decided to sit next to him. Now, he wasn’t that familiar with the Flamsteeds apart from that their Herbology professor shared the same name. Were they related or was it purely coincidental like the name Yoon was normal but not all Yoon’s were related in his home country? Also , which one was this? That Atlas kid or what was his name again?…Aries right? Sounded about right. He would pay attention when the Professor called his name that way he would know for sure. Before he could greet the young Gryffindor, his eyes saw the hooded figures coming in to the room and he immediately closed his mouth as he clenched his jaw as they stood behind the professor. Feeling that his hands had started to tremble in fear, the seventeen year old put them under the table so that no one saw. He looked at the rocks in front of him and wondered which one got his attention . None of them did, the hoods were too distracting at the moment. Hi His mind went to an old computer game he had played with his little brother in which they had obtained golden rocks after learning the divination skill in the elf clan. But that was probably not what the professor meant so he thought of something else. He must have remembered SOMETHING . ”Liomancy….right?” he asked slowly before he added ”Oh! i meant Lithomancy ” He blamed the hoods for this mistake. |
Bella gladly dropped her eyes to the rocks on her desk instead of the strangers that had showed up in this class too. It was best to ignore them and just focus on the lesson and the question they had been asked. She studied the rocks for a moment before she looked up at Professor K. Raising her hand she answered. "If a certain rock is extra shiny or has an unique shape or colour or in some other way draws my attention to it then I'd pick it up." Bella studied her rocks again before adding on. "I suppose we can read the stones by throwing them on the ground and see how they land if it's up or down or sideways. Other ways to read could be by interpreting the stones surfaces like if the stones are smooth, cool, hot, jagged or rough or has a certain colour. I also think the most common divination form with stones is called Lithomancy but there is also pessomancy or poe divination." |
Dahlia did her best not to look towards the hooded men that had no reason to be in their class. Didn't they know how much their very presence was a huge distraction? How was she meant to learn anything when she was constantly nervous. She turned her eyes onto the rocks that were set on the long tables. If she had to stare at rocks for the entire lesson she would. Anything to not see those creepy dudes in her line of vision. Like that one oddly shaped rock that was a strange mix of colors and didn't look like it belonged next to the others. As for the Professors question... well... she really had no clue what-so-ever. Divination wasn't at all her strong suit. Lia raised her hand anyhow. "I'm really not sure but maybe we could paint them? I don't know what that might tell us though." Yeah, probably not her best answer but at least it could be fun. |
... What were they doing here? Emm had been quite content to talk rocks as weapons and Professor Smiles was making it seem like it really WOULD be the direction they were going in. The fact Kizzy had a good left arm was even better. She was sure that with a Professor on their side, they could do SOME thing. Except now the Headmaster's goons were here...and if they weren't the most distracting things in life she didn't know what was. "Um..." It was hard to look away, super hard. Each time she looked to Professor Smiles, she found her green eyes sliding back to the pair. "If you...if you throw a rock at someone...and it hits them square in the face....it...it means they probably....deserved it...." What might have been said with MUCH enthusiasm was watered down to uncertain words. Emmerson shrank in her seat. They probably weren't looking at her but Merlin did it feel like that anyway. |
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This professor would need to see Lucien later. Indeed. For now, the wand-bearer seemed to float over to the trapdoor as though they were indeed leaving. But instead, they slowly rotated their wand around the door, making it disappear entirely until the floor was one smooth wooden surface. No one would be leaving until the Inquisitorial Squad said so. |
Oh. My. GOODNESS! That hooded person! That hooded person with the rather SHORT wand, in her opinion at least, had just used that rather short wand on that little Slytherin girl! In broad daylight. In front of the PROFESSSOR. Normally, Flora would've laughed at the sight of seeing someone get hurt like that, because that kind of stuff was kind of funny to her, but not this time. Nu-huh. No way. Not funny, security people. It would've been much appreciated if they hadn't made the door disappear, too. How were they even supposed to concentrate on the lesson now? Did Professor Kitridge SEE any of this happening? Was Divination even one of Flora's favorite classes anymore!? Those were the questions she was going to try to answer using the rocks in front of her. She just.. didn't know how to do that. Yet. "Could licking a rock tell us something?" Something besides the fact that it could possibly not be a rock. Emmerson had the best answer, though. Flora figured that if they threw the rocks at the hooded people, it would hit them square in the face. Multiple times. |
Curtis definitely had plans after his classes were over for the day. He watched the two figures who his godmother had turned briefly to say...something.. to them. He couldn't tell given how far in the back he chose to sit. He eyed the rocks on the table in front of him, his arms folded comfortably as he leaned into his chair. He wasn't slouching just... comfortable. As much as he could be at the moment. Lithomancy... Curtis thought privately as he eyed the rocks. Studying of stone carvings, etc. A few other classmates tossed these answers around. He merely pointed at one of the rocks that while was the smallest in the bunch had chunks forming a unique shape compared to the rest. Something that sticks out... He was going to remain silent... until he remembered how much trouble students received for being silent. He wasn't afraid of getting into trouble, but this Professor, however.... "A rock that has a different set of marking and shape is what I'd focus on, otherwise, it's easy to step over it and not notice it at all." As for ways it is used to be studied.. "There's usually a pattern with laying them out a certain way, though that means gathering more than one of them at a time." Also, did his eyes deceive him or did the trap door entrance go bye-bye? |
Dear Merlin, those dudes in the cloak first off reminded him of Demetors, it was kind of gross and he wasn't all that happy about the situation. He was rather intimidated by them, and they were ruining the school vibe quite frankly. But doing his best to ignore them, he turned back toward the Professor. "I think it's called lithomancy." Blake said thinking about things he had read in the past. "Though, I have no idea how to actually do it." |
Adam had been sitting in the back of the room, trying to focus on the lesson and not the numbness that he was currently feeling in his writing hand. Probably due to that nice little crucio spell he'd experienced at the opening feast. Each day was a bit better but still - that much energy in such a tiny body was apparently NOT a good thing and was leaving lingering side effects that were not fun at all. And of course, he kept watching that hooded person out of the corner of his eye. When he got up and sealed the door completely shut...uh, that wasn't good. If they were about to be attacked he was not going to be able to find a way out of this - he was NOT jumping out a window! What were they doing? Rocks? His attention was completely lost now. Oops. |
This was too much. How were they supposed to concentrate and learn anything with the hooded people lurking about everywhere? Camryn closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them, she looked directly at the professor and nothing else. She listened to the lady talk about rocks. How did they relate to Divination? She thought her best bet was to listen and take lots of notes. Camryn did have an idea that she wanted to share, but before she could raise her hand, someone else gave her answer. Note to self, give your answer as soon as the professor asks the question. She was starting to think of a plan B when the hooded characters made the door disappear. Now Cam had been managing her anxiety thus far, but now that the door was gone, she felt trapped. That was not a good thing. She could not freak out, but she felt a panic attack coming on........again. She had to control her breathing. Closing her eyes again, she tried to focus on steadying her breathing. “Calm down”, she said to herself. |
She was trying to keep calm, she was, but the longer those hooded dunderheads stayed near the more her nerves started to get more and more on edge. These were her students, her kids, her babies, she would not be allowing any of them to get hurt or disrespected. She knew she needed to keep a balance, to keep professional, but that mother side of her was screeching to hex them right this very second. SPOILER!!: replies Quote:
"We will be working on Zygomancy today, Zygomancy is an ancient Divination form that uses rocks in many ways." She took a breath to calm herself, she would get them started on the lesson then she would be having words with these people. "Zygomancy takes on a few different ways of reading. It as other forms I have taught has both light and dark sides. The dark side is tying a rock for weight on a corpse and asking questions. If the corpse is to heavy to move the answer is no. In other ways it has been used is women would use stones to see if they would have children, some readings would see if a person would be healed of an illness." She was sticking close to the students to keep them as safe as she could and trying to keep her eyes on the men. "In today's lesson we will be working with the weight of the rocks and whether or not you have a good or bad omen." If she would have known how today was going to go she wouldn't have picked Omens. "Right now I would like to look at the rocks. Do not touch them yet, I want you to decide which rocks you like by seeing them first. Take your quill and put your initial on five rocks." With that out of the way she turned to the hooded figures, "Can I please speak with you up front near my desk." This was Cassie trying to be |
Violet couldn't believe the way Professor Kitridge was going after those hooded guys--her respect for her Divination teacher was going up by the minute. She wasn't even worried anymore that the door was gone. Violet turned back to the table of rocks--she had already picked out three that struck her as special and quickly put her initials on them before anyone else took them away. She held out her hand over the table, hovering just over the rocks but not touching them. Sometimes when she did this a rock would feel kind of warm or itchy on her palm, and then she would know that was the one. There! that round, smooth, white rock. She put her initials on that one, too. Now just one more. Violet glanced up at the robed thugs at the front of the room to make sure they weren't up to anything while she worked, and suddenly felt a stab of heat on the palm of her hand. Did they do that?! Or..no, it was the rock underneath--a large, rough, reddish one. It looked angry, like Violet felt, so she initialed that too, as her final rock. |
Ash was scared that the door was gone, but nobody was being explicitly threatened, so it was okay. She found her rocks. The fist/heart shaped one, a red and gray one that reminded her of phoevens, a smooth and cold-looking black stone, A flat one like a surfboard, and one that was just different. It gave off different vibes, y'know. It felt like a rock that Ash would want on her side. Inexplicably. She put her initials down. She muttered to the kids next to her. "Do you think I'll get a good one or bad one? I bet I'll get a bad one that is good in the end." Because that's how it usually ended for Ash. Right? |
Quinn leaned over to Ash. "I bet you'll get a great one, Ash. At least one." Quinn was trying a new approach to the more mundane things: stay positive. He was having trouble with staying positive overall, like with how the hooded figures just hurt another student right in front of him and any of them in the class could be next, but he could at least try to be positive with the results of the lesson. He pointed towards the heart-ish one. "That one feels good." Quinn immediately went for the muddy brown pyramid-esque rock and the dark grey oblong one with a hole that he was eyeing earlier, scratching "QFK" onto both. Beyond that, he needed to have another look-see. His eyes landed on a rock with a rounded bottom that made it wobble easily, and it had a purple streak running through it that looked really pretty—it immediately got the quill. There was another that was a blueish-gray and had a flat bottom and a couple peaks that stuck straight up. This one felt a little more brittle under his quill. Finally, he found one that just... seemed like a rock. The surface had the normal randomness one would of rocks, with flatter parts and a jagged edge, and it looked like it had been broken off a bigger rock. It was random enough not to have any distinguishing features. Quinn thought he should have one mundane one, and he wrote his initials accordingly. |
When the quill stopped scratching along the parchment, Delilah winced. She braced herself, wondering who was about to get whatever was about to come. At this point, it could be any of them. It had been a Slytherin girl who'd been victim to the latest act of terror. She just bet her friends back home were having a wonderful start to their school year. She missed them, and she missed every opportunity she'd lost by coming to this horrible school. She gave her professor a saddened expression. She was very, very brave, but there was no doubt in Delilah's mind that she'd be the next victim. She also tried hard to listen to the lesson and follow along. It was really difficult, though, for obvious reasons. So...five rocks. All she needed was five rocks and five reasons why. Also, how was she supposed to write her initials on the rocks without touching them? It'd be awkward, but she could do it. Anyway...rocks. She did just what she'd said she would do and went straight for the one she thought the prettiest. She wrote DGE on it and moved on. The second rock she chose was one that looked really heavy. That was pretty much the only reason she'd chosen that one. She marked her initials on it, too. The third rock she chose was really smooth, and it looked like it'd been flattened by a muggle car or something else really heavy. Next, she went for a rock that had a weird shape to it. She couldn't quite figure out what she thought it was shaped like, but then again, the odd shape was what had attracted her to it in the first place. Finally, she chose a super small rock. Maybe even a pebble. She doubted it would get picked by anybody else, and right now, she just wanted to go for the underdog. So all five of her rocks had been chosen, and they all had DGE on them. Now she was free to try her hardest to listen in on the conversation the professor had asked the hooded figures to have. If they even allowed it. |
Mamie was not claustrophobic. She was concerned about the door being gone, though. What if something bad happened to all the adults and they couldn't ever get out? She doubted any of the students knew how to make a door reappear. She tried really hard to focus on Professor Kitridge and the rocks. She still liked the first rock she'd wanted to touch, so she put her initials on it as directed. M. T. Now she had to pick four more? Mamie eyed the pile of rocks and claimed a larger grey one, marking it with her initials as well. M.T. Then a more square-ish one near the bottom of the pile... M.T. Then a medium-sized one from the middle of the pile--she decided she would call it the Goldilocks of rocks. M.T. She was not sure she understood how this Then she set down her quill and folded her hands on the table so she wouldn't be tempted to touch the rocks. |
There was a disappointment regarding the lack of skipping stones and being outside, especially as the cloaked figures' presence became more and more ominous, but Atlas' thoughts were soon far from thinking about Bartholomew Henry to worrying about the professor and one of his first year peers. And then there was the fact that the very door in and out of the classroom was...gone. Thank Merlin he had used the loo before class. Blue eyes darting over to the Slytherin girl, the blonde tried to get her attention from fearful gaze alone but...he figured it was a bit futile. Her attention was going to be anywhere but on him considering what these horrible people had just done to her cute face. He hissed in a breath, hand instinctively reaching out for his brother's under the table and out of sight but grabbing Minjae's hand instead. Out of sheer convenience since it was right there. Atlas found himself afraid for Professor Kitridge...but also grateful because he knew that they had an ally in her at least. He...needed to go see her after class as well... Realizing he was holding on to the older Hufflepuff's hand, Atlas quickly released it with a bit of an awkward apology under his breath while retrieving his quill. Did...did the lesson topic REALLY have to talk about corpses? And tying rocks to them? The Black Lake was LITERALLY right over there. Which was also why Atlas was no longer looking out the window. Instead he shifted attention to the rocks where he arbitrarily picked out five - the first five he looked at - and then scribbled his initials on to them while they stayed where they were in the pile. And after he did that...he kept looking at the pile to see which one he was going to be taking back with him in his pocket. |
GULP. The hooded creepy people AGAIN. AND... the door was gone. Completely vanished. Valentina stared, looking more than a little horrified. Would they be able to leave this classroom at all?? What were these hooded people going to do? No, she wasn’t going to cry. NOPE. She immediately diverted her attention back towards the Professor, ignoring the tears that were slowly making their way down her cheeks. Bad omen. It looked like they all had bad omens!! Wiping her face, she quickly got to writing her initials on any five rocks she could find before setting her quill down. Nope. Not crying. |
Dahlia had thought that she was doing well in trying not to focus on the scary hooded people. At least she had been. That was before one of those creepy dudes hexed a girl for no reason!. None that she saw anyhow. Why would they do that?! It didn't make any sense to her and she found herself very slowly trying to move further away from them. Was the door to the room gone too?! How were they supposed to get out now?! Lia glanced around the room. Was it getting smaller in here? She didn't like any of this. Not one bit. What she did like was how the Professor stood up to those guys... she just hoped they wouldn't go and hurt the Professor for doing so. Even though she hardly knew her she already liked her. The idea to paint and hide rocks sounded like a great idea, one day. So she needed to choose five rocks and write her initials on them. Without touching them. Well then... Lia let out a slow breath as she looked up and down the tables for the rocks she appealed most to her. First was that oddly shaped colorful one. Then one that looked almost clear bit it had a hint of white to it and was mostly smooth and shiny. A pinkish looking one that had a few almost jagged bits sticking out that vaguely reminded her somewhat of a flower that needed some serious help. A two-toned grayish one that looked like a piece had been broken off. The last was her favorite though. It was smaller then the others she had chosen, black but it seemed to have three smears of colors on it red, blue and a pinkish-peachy color. As neatly as she could, without touching any of the rocks she had wrote her initials onto each one, DJD. |
Despite being scared, or more like terrified at the moment, Minjae still craned his neck to see what they were doing and when he saw that they had vanished the trapdoor leading up to the classroom his face paled a little. ……Had those Hoods trapped them all inside of the classroom? He was bought back to the now when he felt a hand in his own from under table and the Hufflepuff looked at Atlas When the hand was gone, Minjae didn’t mention anything but looked at the front as the Professor began to scream when one of the students had been hit by a stinging spell. Her protective words confirmed him that she was definitely against the cult and he couldn’t help but look at her in both admiration and fear. Because surely the Hoods would not let it go that easily … Zygomancy. Never heard of it. Minjae listened as the professor began to explain the light and dark sides of the divination . It would have been a cool concept to explore if it hadn’t been for this year. Because now it sounded ominous . The Hufflepuff picked up his muggle pen He continued this process until he had put his initials on five rocks and placed down his pen. He had also found his favorite rock among them all. A palm sized flat surfaced grey one. Perfect for throwing across water. |
Text Cut: Inquisitorial Squad Delaney had been staring at the rocks in front of her and failed to notice the hooded figures suspicious behavior until a sharp piercing sensation erupted on her lips. The young girl yelped in pain and slapped her hands over her mouth. Bad idea. The burning sensation got stronger and stronger. Hot tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't Cry. She breathed deeply through her nose and she continued to glare at the rocks as the professor rushed over, attempting to ignore the pain and the fact that it felt like her lips were growing in size. Gross. She refused to look up at the hooded figures or at any of the other students in the room as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. The Slytherin slowly removed one hand away from her mouth, keep the other securely in place. With a shaking hand she slowly chose five random rocks to initial, not paying attention to their size or color or shape. She had a feeling that not participating would only worsen her situation, largely due to the fact that the hooded figures were still lingering about the room. |
Kale Trent, ghost-boy and saddest lion devoid of sparkle these days, felt his whole body shift in focus when Kitridge decided to be brave. He wearily watched the whole exchange with his peers. The hooded dudes were scary, Prof. Like real bad scary. He had seen all kinds of stuff. He'd been on the opposite end of worse. He appreciated her bravery-- he was a lion, after all-- but these guys were no joke. And he couldn't lose a teacher today. The fifth year TRIED to focus on the rocks, he really did, but his attention was diverted. |
Yeah, so why are they distracting us?? Austin glared at the squad as he was trying to do some work but failing epically cos he was being distracted. |
WHY WERE PEOPLE SO DUMB?! Aboli couldn't compreHEND how younger kids and SOME of the other older students continued the snark. LIKE, these people were NOT playing, and Aboli almost thought, actually she DID think, well...at this point it's, what is it, survival of the fittest? BECAUSE COME ON PEOPLE. But the hex thrown still made her cringe. She took a deep breath and tried her best to pay attention to what Professor K said after her little outbreak at the hooded figured (which Aboli thought was unwise on her part, honestly). Right. Rocks. ....Oooooh. The dark way...using corpses with the rocks sounded utterly fascinating, and Aboli thought, darkly, if the younger ones kept this up they would have corpses to practice with, too. No...no. Don't normalize it.Be outraged, afraid, and disgusted every time, Aboli... she thought to herself. Her dark humor needed to go away! She squinted down at the rocks and picked five that were all around the same size and color. She liked reddish rocks, so she scribbled her initials on a few. |
It was beginning to freak her out. All this hurting students and making them silent was really starting to make her question just what exactly was going to happen this year. Rocks, the lesson was supposed to be about rocks, yet her eyes were trailing the hooded figures around the room. Sighing she looked down at the rocks trying to avoid everything going on around her. How many rocks could a person actually like? They were rocks. Trying to avoid eye contact on her part with the inquisition squad she glanced at stones. There was a purple/black rock that was pretty and kind of jagged and it called to her at that point. Maybe this class wouldn't be so bad after all. She could pick rocks. right? |
Uh...had nobody told Professor Kitridge how these hooded jerks had even threatened Professor Williamson's life? And why?! Why make the trap door vanish? They weren't going anywhere anyways because they were in the middle of class now. Moose was doing his best to try and act like everything was normal, but that's near impossible when these fools just do things that would cause an uproar?! He kept his head low and walked over to the rocks. Sure it was easy to just write initials on any rock, but Moose actually did put some thought into it. This rock looked like it would hurt a Hooded Figure MS. Oh and that rock looked like it would cause a splitting headache if it made contact MS. Hmmm, yeah this rock would be a real pain MS. No not that one, but this one! Oh yeah it would cause some damage MS. Finally the last rock would definitely take out some teeth. MS. Once that was done and he felt satisfied with his choices. Moose walked back to his seat and waited. Keeping his eyes on the Hooded Figures. |
Try as she might, Claudine could not quite ignore The Hoods. Especially when one of them did something that seemingly made the trapdoor disappear. Her dark eyes widened slightly when she realised that they were trapped in here. Why would The Hoods do such a thing? It wasn’t as though students usually upped and out of a class without good reason. Poor Kitridge. She must be so flustered because of these idiots. Claudine’s gaze darted back to the woman in time to catch the smile which she returned. The fifth year began to make her notes, cringing in disgust as Kitridge mentioned tying a rock to a corpse and asking it questions. It was all she could do to keep from shuddering. Thank Merlin that wasn’t the form they’d be using today though she suspected that The Hoods might enjoy that. Now, her attention turned to the rocks before her. Without really deliberating for too long, Claudine wrote her initials on five: a mixture of smooth and rough ones. |
It was pretty safe to say Valencia that she disliked the hoods for multiple reasons. They were distracting, awful to look at, and, of course, kept attacking people. She gripped her quill just a little too hard and snapped it. And snapped another one. Before she finally was able to mark her initials on stones as instructed. |
Well, Professor Kitridge, Flora wouldn't have needed to be told to lick a rock, it was something that she would've done all on her own! But now, with the mention of pee on the rocks, and with those HOODlums just hexing students and getting rid of doors, the Gryffindor figured that wouldn't have been such a good idea. Imagine what they would do to a rock licker! She also didn't think having a lesson on bad omens was a good idea either. The HOODlums weren't sign enough of a bad omen!? But sigh, that's what they were going to be doing. Flora didn't even bother to really look at the five rocks needed for the lesson, and instead just picked the five closest to her to write her initials on. FBT. Did anyone else have the same initials as her? Because if her reading mentioned anything else about a bad omen, she'd be willing to trade rocks. |
Kinsay's eyes grew double their size as she watched one of the hooded figures send a spell at one of her classmates. Fortunately after the last few lessons, she had learned to keep her mouth shut but... the horror was still evident in her features. It was hard to continue with class as if nothing happened and she wanted more than anything to walk over to the girl as ask if she was okay. .... But remembering Emmerson's words, she didn't move. Instead, Kizzy reached for the BIGGEST rocks she could find and initialed them each with a clean 'KCJ'. Even if they wouldn't be used for throwing, Kinsay might try anyway. |
She kept her eyes on the hooded men for a few more minutes before she just sighed and moving towards her desk. She watched the students as they hesitated, looked terrified and confused, tried to do the lesson, but she knew they were all struggle. Her heart was breaking for them, this wasn't how this was supposed to be. This was not the world she wanted any of these children to be part of. She wanted to cry herself for them, every single child in this room was her child. They became hers the minute they walked through those castle doors and only a professor truly understood that. She wanted to give them the world and open up their minds to learn so much, but this, this was not the way nor how it should be. She bit her lip and pulled a quill out marking five rocks from her desk just as she had told them. Watching them a little longer she tried to get her focus on the lesson, but the aura was all wrong, her usual peaceful place felt so negative it was giving her a headache. Taking a deep breath she decided to just try to focus on her students and the lesson. She needed to keep herself in between those hooded idiots and her students, be the shield if she had needed to be. They would not hurt anymore of her students if she could help it in some way even if it cost her her own life. She was a professor, it was her job to keep them safe and she would do everything she could to do this job. "Alright, now that you have your initial on your rocks you can now bring them closer to you." Now that they picked the rocks she didn't mind if they figured out if they were heavy or light, it would work if they moved them before doing their reading. "It is better to not know the weight before because then you can't just pick one of the other to get the reading to go the way you would like. Divination is very sensitive in that way, it can be manipulated, but that makes the reading false." She wanted that point to be given that if someone does manipulate the answer it is not a true divination reading. "Can anyone tell me what an Omen is and why would we want to know about them?" *Your posts are really bringing out the teacher feels in me! Keep up the great work, we will move on in 24 hours. |
Quinn actually did have an idea about this question. He raised his hand. "An omen is basically a signal of something that's to come. And I guess it would be important to know it so that you could plan ahead for it." Quinn thought for a second. That was what he knew from the Muggle definition, but it could mean something entirely different in the context of divination. "Er, at least, that's the definition I know of what an omen is..." After answering, Quinn slid the rocks towards himself. Most of them felt like a fairly standard weight, but the oblong one with a hole was actually pretty heavy, and the brittle blueish-gray one was lighter than he expected. |
"Um... omens are like foreshadowing your future, but I guess they can be good sometimes? I guess you would want to know the future so you could prepare, but only if you could change it." No pint in knowing your future if you couldn't change it. Ash would rather just live in the moment. She brought the rocks closer to her, not bothering to pick them up. They weren't supposed to know the weights, yeah? Ash wondered if she could keep the rocks. They were special. Like her bracelets, or her drawings. Things that kept you sane. |
Beth pulled the initialed rocks closer and perked up at her classmates answers, raising her hand. This was something she sorta knew about, at least. "Yeah that's true, like a foreshadow." She said eagerly, nodding. "My grandmother once told me that omens can be good or bad, they're like signs. Maybe knowing about them helps people make better decisions about the future." She'd stayed unusually silent up until that point in fear of the hooded people, mainly because of the errr...badly hexed faced of the Slytherin girl across the room. But hoods be darned, she was already scared of walking through the halls at her own school, she wouldn't be scared away from this too. |
catch up + Delaney Text Cut: Delaney Bella's eyes widened with shock, anger and sympathy as Delaney yelped out in pain beside her. One of the hooded figures were the cause she was most definitely sure of it. Anger surged and Bella wanted to lash out at them, but knew it’d be futile and would probably only cause them to send a jinx or hex her way too. Leaning over to sympathetically squeeze the other snake girl's arm under the table and out of view from the hooded dudes she mouthed under her breath with worry to her new friend. "Are you okay Delaney?" Pulling a handkerchief from her robe Bella used her wand out of sight to cast 'glacius' on it. Handing it to Delaney she mumbled. "Here, I hope it helps." Turning to the pile of rocks in front of her to not raise attention Bella did the task as instructed and chose 5 rocks from the pile that we're smooth, shiny, peculiar coloured, rough and jagged that she put her initials IC on with the use of her quill. When the lesson moved on she wanted to grimace when she learned that Zygomancy could be used on corpses or on women wanting to know if they could have babies. Bella was super glad that they weren't going to be doing reading on corpses today. Raising her hand to answer she said "An omen is signal of what is to come in the future and that you should be on alert. One omen I've heard about is the Grim, but can it really foretell someones death?" |
One by one, Dahlia quietly gathered up the five rocks she had scrawled her initials on a few moments earlier. With the rocks now in front of her she slid them around to form a small line going to smallest to largest. She continued to study the colors, patterns and shapes of each individual rock, so that she wouldn't accidentally look up and see the hooded meanies. It was best to avoid contact with them at all costs. So when she raised her hand to give her answer, Lia slowly lifted her gaze trying to keep only Professor Kitridge in her view. "An omen is a sign of either something good or bad that is meant to happen in the future. It can be about pretty much anything. Some people want to know what's going to happen so they can try to plan for it, others would rather not know if something terrible were to be coming along." |
Glancing at the rocks she continued to grab the remaining four that she would need, examining the ones that called to her. Although rocks weren't her thing so it was mostly pretty rocks that called to her. Once there were close to five laid in a line she began the serious elimination on which five she would want so she could begin writing her initials in the rocks. Oh omens were never good. Raising her hand she didn't want to speak up that much, and she loved divination ugh. "Omens are exactly what others are saying, foreshadowing. But even if its for good or bad sometimes it can be bad all around. If its good you'll be distracted by what could begin to happen if its bad you see that bad everywhere so really is an omen all that great?" Dipping her head back down she started putting her initials back on the rocks and taking the attention away from her. |
Emmerson Cambridge was highkey ready to stay in her lane and not pay attention to anything around her--outside of the people she cared about. Why? Simple, it was the only way to keep her sanity. Too many of her classmates were actively trying to die and she didn't want to be lumped in with them by association. So, rocks. It didn't really matter to her which she picked but Merlin you better believe she did her best to look like she was concentrating HARD on her selection. So hard that she didn't notice anyone getting hexed. So hard she didn't hear Professor Smiles try engaging the men in conversation at her desk. THANKFULLY Kizzy was also keeping quiet. It did a lot to keep her from breaking down entirely. The only thing the 12-year-old did hear was the next question the professor asked. "Omens are important if you have a big performance. Like...if you've got all these bad omens but you don't know they're bad omens so you go on anyway and actually break a leg." |
Bernie kept to herself, trying not to look at the hooded people and whatever they were doing by the door. She picked the biggest rocks on her table and wrote BOG real large on the bottom of them. It WAS tempting to throw one, but since that wasn't the lesson, and she didn't want someone to cast a spell on her mouth... she just waited for the next activity. "Some people read too much into omens," she answered when it was her turn. "Like they think they see the Grim in their tea leaves but really it's a bear, not a big dog at all. And then all they can think about is seeing the grim so they see dogs everywhere, and get distracted by the sight of a dog on their hike, but really they should have been worried about bears, because they ended up being eaten by a bear that was sneaking up behind them on their camping trip while they were looking at a dog." Er, DID that mean they had seen the grim in their tea leaves, then? Bernie still wasn't quite sure how literal this subject was supposed to be. Maybe she should have dropped it before her OWL year. |
Kiz pulled all her initialed rocks towards herself. She had chosen ALL the big ones and if they were associated with omen based on weight then, um, Kinsay sure hoped that heavy rocks meant GOOD omens. Not that she was terribly sure she believed in this stuff anyway. How come rocks couldn't have predicted that there'd be a horrible takeover of Hogwarts this year? Professor Kitridge should've seen it coming. HEY! Wasn't she a SEER? Kinsay was only pulled away from these thoughts when Emm offered an answer only to be followed by |
Claudine continued to avert her eyes from The Hoods. They were useless and nothing when it came to the lesson she told herself. She had to keep repeating this because if she didn’t her anxiety would act up. Having something to do helped, however. Just seizing the rocks and bringing them closer to her gave her something to touch and feel that anchored her to reality and kept her from wanting to panic. With the last rock in her hand, she squeezed it, letting the rough edges calm her. This in turn helped her to put an answer together before she raised her free hand. “It’s a sign, I guess, of something that’s going to happen or will happen in the future. We’d want to know about them for that exact reason - predictions.” |
Even on his best days Morgan was perpetually distracted, but with the way this school year was already starting to be, it was even worse. And that probably was a very bad thing. He was sure to get himself into more trouble. As he eyed up the hooded figures at the perimeter of the classroom, he absently tugged on the fringe he'd taken to styling his hair by, hoping to cover the words still branded across his forehead, even if they'd faded somewhat thanks to Phoebe's essence of murtlap. But he visibly cringed when they sent what he figured was a stinging jinx to that younger Slytherin girl. Was she a first year? He wasn't even sure what she did to deserve that, but he did feel kind of bad for her. Ouch. Good that she had a friend seeming to comfort her though. But.. why would they vanish the classroom door? Or did they vanish it? Either way, Morgan thought that was very strange and unsettling, though probably not more so than anything else that had happened so far. He just hoped they weren't going to hold them here indefinitely. You know who was awesome though? Professor Kitridge. Morgan appreciated her trying to stand up for and protect them, but he was also a little concerned. He was sure the hooded hooligans could just as easily turn on her as they did on everyone else. He really tried to refocus his attention on his rocks as he went about initialing them and on the class itself. He thought he knew what an omen was, though he didn't really have anything more to add to what people already said, at least about the definition part of it. Still, he raised his hand to offer an answer, even if he was considerably more subdued than usual. "If you're really good at reading omens and seeing them and knowing what they mean, it can help you be more prepared. Even if they're bad omens, even if you can't change it. Might help lessen the blow if you're prepared... though it'd be cool if you could look out for them and change course." He added that last part as an afterthought as he was talking, because that could be a cool part of omens. But did that work? |
Atlas was just not having this lesson. Sure, blowing up dummies who were meant to instill a certain image as a means of desensitizing them was one thing, but this had his stomach twisted in knots he couldn't quite understand. Defense Against the Dark Arts had been easy for him to detach himself...and probably because he and Aries had blown figurines that LOOKED like people plenty thanks to fireworks...but...well...he was just trying not to think too critically about it. This was Professor Kitridge, after all. He was also a bit too pink in the cheeks to look back at his Hufflepuff table partner for now. The whole accidental hand holding bit and everything. But as long as he looked at the rocks and kept his head down...everything was fine. Just fine. Minus hearing dad's voice in his ear...everything was just fine. He knew how all this was defined in the Flamsteed home and it was not the sort of thing he felt would be appropriate to repeat. Especially with the Divination professor already having to cope with the emotional strain that was The Hoods™. But...Atlas felt them more self fulfilling interpretations of natural occurrences as a means of explaining something not understood or trying to project a current emotional state on to a situation. Basically...an excuse to take responsibility and tangibility away from yourself...while also validating your own emotional state for either hopeful or dreadful purposes. After all, comets were considered both good and bad omens and Halley's Comet was a "bad omen" for King Harold II of England but a "good omen" for William the Conqueror. .....or Professor Kitridge talking about corpses in class while the Neo-Alliance was taking over the school. .........so...it was nonsensical... Instead of answering, however, Atlas simply tried to making his initials on the rocks he had selected thicker. |
Things were a bit too quiet for Cassie's liking with the hooded people and she glanced around to find them. She needed to keep on guard with them, but also try to keep her lesson moving and the children safe. There was still the issue of them taking the door, but for now they were in class and didn't need it. SPOILER!!: Replies All the answers were great under the circumstances and Cassie was actually afraid to move the lesson on. With the way class was going she was afraid to find the answers the students would get. Her eyes moved where her trap door should be and she thought about just ending class now before they moved on, but again she realized she couldn't. "Omens are a prediction or a foreshadowing of what is to come, but like Miss Grantham some people spend too much time worrying about them. Can an omen be changed, yes of course it can. Some people in this profession might say other wise, but I have always believed that our paths have many directions an if something is given to us as a clue or a prediction such as an omen we have a choice to change that path or to stay on it. As Miss Cambridge said about the breaking of a leg, if you get a bad omen and start focusing only on that happening it will happen. You have to take your predictions good or bad and move your path in the way you want it to go." So basically if the omens come out grim, she hoped they wouldn't feel hopeless with what was going on here at Hogwarts, she needed them to stay positive and to trust in their professors. "Now for the activity I would like you to take out a piece of parchment and your quill. You will pick up each rock that you put your initial on. Really hold it, move your hand with it a bit, and determine if it is heavy or light. Mark it on your paper and then move to the next rock." She showed her own rocks as example. "Once you have done this for each rock look at your parchment and see which did you have more of the light or heavier ones. If it was the heavier ones you have a bad omen and if it was more light you have a good omen." She showed her parchment and that three of her rocks were light and two were heavy. [b] "Once you have that done I'd like you to write a few lines on your parchment of what you think your omen could be telling you and how you might either follow the path you are on or what you might change to help change your omen. I'll give you fifteen minutes to work on this. *Awesome job everyone! We will move on in about 48 hours. |
Delilah somehow managed to nod along to what the professor was saying. It made perfect sense now. So that was why they couldn't touch the rocks as they wrote their initials on them. She brought her chosen rocks closer to her. Now she wished she hadn't picked the super tiny rock. Oh, well. It was her's now, no matter what fate it brought along with it. She gave the professor a raised eyebrow expression. An omen? Wasn't this school year bad enough without learning more about omens? She started to answer, but then the lesson had moved on again. It was just as well. She was only going to repeat what everybody else had said. Anyway, she pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment. Oh...so the little tiny rock she'd chosen earlier was actually a sign of a good omen? Awesome! She picked up the first rock, held it up, and then jotted some notes on her parchment. She then picked up the other rocks one at a time and jotted down notes about them, too. When she was done, she reread her notes. Delilah Ellerby 1. Heavy 2. Light 3. Heavy 4. Heavy 5. Light Great. It figures that she'd end up with more of the rocks that signaled something bad was on the way. Could it get any worse at this point, though?! Sigh. Now to put some thought into the second part of the activity... |
Ash weighed the rocks. The red and grey phoeven rock and the smooth and sharp black stone were heavy, but the other ones were all light. Ultimately good. She spoke the words she was writing aloud, so that she could focus better. "I think that I will ultimately be fine when I'm like 20, but for now it'll be kinda rough. I get that." When she was 20, she could get out of Hogwarts, get married, get a job, have kids, do all the things she wanted to do in life without almost dying all the time. "Professor, can you change your future, or is it set? Because why would you want to know your future unless you could change it?" |
Oh jeez I wrote a book..... I hope it's an entertaining one at least Quinn did as Professor Kitridge said, lifting each rock individually to see how they stacked up. Quinn wasn't sure how he felt about this type of reading, though—it was fairly subjective, wasn't it? One would think that there would be an exact weight where one could say this rock is heavy while this one is light, but if it's up to the diviner, well, then it could be swayed. Some of the rocks must be toeing the line between light and heavy, and those would ultimately be left to a judgement call and could be inaccurate, right? And it could be influenced by bias of how the diviner is feeling or the outcome they want. With these thoughts in mind, Quinn tried his best to be objective with his reading. Quinn started with the ones he knew to be the easiest. First, he lifted the oblong rock with a hole, and he knew that this one would be considered heavy. Quinn marked down on his parchment: Quote:
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Quinn couldn't tell if this one was light or heavy. Now was the time for internal turmoil. He was having a hard time objectively saying if this one was heavy or light. If he could know what this rock was made out of and the natural density of said material, it might make it a whole lot easier. But he didn't have that information. It was completely up to his judgement. Quinn thought, and thought again, and doubled back on his thoughts, and doubled back on the doubled back thoughts, and then rethought. He didn't want to be biased, but he couldn't very well point out his own bias, though he figured he would be biased towards light since it was the better option? So should he put heavy since he was probably biased towards light? But what if the rock was actually considered light? He couldn't very well get a second opinion with this being independent work. And he didn't want to ask the Professor—that would be embarrassing. So what was he to do? Quote:
He would drop the rock on his foot. If it hurt, then the rock was probably heavy. If it didn't hurt, or at least not much, the rock was probably light. That sounded fair, right? As inconspicuously as he could, Quinn held the rock under the table over his foot. He dropped the rock, and it thudded onto his foot, and then clattered onto the floor. And Quinn could decisively say, this rock was heavy. Quinn winced from the pain, but didn't make much noise. There would probably be a bruise later, but it was fine, he could deal with it. Quinn muttered small apologies for the noise as we went under the table to pick up his rock. Quote:
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Mamie was not really sure about omens. She always thought people saw what they thought they'd see...so if they were already paranoid, they'd start seeing bad signs, and if they were having a good day, it'd be good omens, like the sun shining or something. Still, she got out her parchment, then grabbed the first very good rock she had claimed. It was...very light. Smoother than she'd expected, too. She set it off to the side, wondering if they'd be able to keep their rocks. She was starting to have quite the sentimental attachment to this particular one. She marked an "L" on her parchment, for light. On to the big grey rock. She lifted it, passing it between her two hands. It was bigger than the first one, so obviously weighed more. But she still thought that, given its size and general rock density, it should be heavier than it was. She marked another "L" on her page. The third rock was that squarish one from the bottom. Despite being slightly smaller than the big grey one, she thought it felt heavier. Was it cheating if she held one rock in each hand to compare? Mamie glanced around, then picked the grey one back up with her left hand. Square rock in the right hand. The square one was definitely heavier. "H" went on the page. Both Grey and Square rocks went off to the side with First rock. She picked up the Goldilocks rock from the middle of the pile. This one felt...light? Mamie was beginning to think she just didn't know how much rocks were supposed to weight. Still, she marked the "L" on her parchment and put the rock off to the side. She picked up the small, holey rock and (as expected) it was fairly light. One last "L" on the page. Mamie surveyed her results. She only had one H, which meant that the rocks were giving her a good omen. That...didn't seem right. She chewed the edge of her quill while she tried to think what the good omen could be about. She supposed it could mean that the Neo-people would go away. Or maybe it meant that the real headmaster Trent was okay, though she'd never met the real Trent and wasn't sure why she would have an omen about that. She decided she had an answer she was comfortable putting in writing. Quote:
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Mention of Valencia Aboli didn't answer the question about omens. The other kids could have it. Her eyes watched the hooded figures just a little bit before lazily trailing back to Professor K when she heard the small snap noise. A glance to her left revealed it had come from Miss Valencia, and Aboli accidentally and awkwardly made eye contact with her former friend. She scoffed, just to really show off how much SHE NO LONGER CARED VALENCIA and turned back to her rocks, shaken. Very shaken. With impending doom everywhere, her thoughts drifted to talking to her. Amending things. If something happened to either of them, Aboli would always wonder about her...or she'd be the one dead, and Valencia would feel nothing. At least that was how Aboli saw it. She'd feel nothing, move on with her life, and Aboli would be forgotten. Very quickly, she had changed her mind about talking to Val. Back to the rocks, which Aboli had stupidly picked BASED ON their weights all being similar. She did pick each one up, determined they were ALL light, and felt her stomach unfurl and settle a little due to her much Aboli DID read into omens. That was a good sign! She quickly scribbled as much on her parchment, wondering what other divining she could do on her own as forms of therapy for herself since...weekend therapy sessions were likely not to happen anymore. She had already made a schedule of sky gazing and meditation for herself because she knew she would need to cope with everything. She would also need to replicated therapeutic practices she normally got on her bi-monthly treks as well as the practical side to learning to control her gift. It was a lot to do on her own, but the schedule. The schedule would help, and Aboli had little choice. |
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Okay, the assignment--might as well try to do it, take her mind off...things. Violet slid each of her five rocks towards her, trying not to feel their weight, then picked up her quill and began. First rock--the round, smooth white one--light. Second rock--the medium-sized black and white speckled one with the shiny bits in it--[i]heavy[i]. Third rock--the small, sharp-edged grey one--light. Fourth rock--the medium-sized dull brown-and-grey one, with the strange black smudge on one side, almost like it had been burned--pleasantly heavy. Violet liked that rock, it seemed made to fit in the palm of her hand. Even if it was weighing in on the bad omen side. Fifth, and last, rock--the large, rough, reddish rock--Violet had expected it to be the heaviest of all, but it was surprisingly light. Okay--three light and two heavy. So, that was leaning toward the good side, but not too much. But that last heavy rock made her feel really good, kind of confident and grounded. So maybe that was throwing a little more good in. (Or maybe, it occurred to her, it meant she would like the bad stuff...). Violet didn't want to think about that last part, so she put down her quill and stared at that last rock, trying to calm herself. 'I don't even believe in this stuff anyway,' she thought to herself. |
Claudine observed how Kitridge turned her attention briefly to the trap door. She’s worried,’’ the girl realised. This did nothing to soothe her anxiety and she gripped the rock again. Merlin. These Hoods really were messing with everyone. She wrenched her thoughts to omens. It was good to know that omens could be changed. That meant if she ever came across a bad one, the Snakette would not spend her time obsessing over it. Parchment and quill out, Claudine quickly wrote her name on it before getting down to the activity. She started off with the rock she had been gripping. The girl did as Kitridge instructed: really rolled it around in her hand to get a feel of it. Once this was done with all five, she looked down at her parchment: Quote:
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Delilah looked at her parchment a second time. Delilah Ellerby 1. Heavy 2. Light 3. Heavy 4. Heavy 5. Light So it was definitely signaling a bad omen, and it was very obvious why that was. What exactly had been good about her time at this castle? Not much so far. She guessed those two light rocks reminded her of the few good moments that had happened in between all the bad ones. She had met a few new friends, and she was pretty happy about being sorted into Gryffindor. So what about the bad omen then? Delilah dipped her quill in her ink and began writing. I think the rocks are trying to remind me of the difficulties I've faced since coming to Hogwarts. I think they are trying to tell me that there's more difficulties to come, but now that I know this, I can maybe come up with a plan to avoid them. |
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