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They would absolutely NOT be spoken to like this. The two hooded figures seemed to exchange a glance, then continued to ignore the so-called professor. The one with the parchment and quill moved over to one of the windows, swiftly throwing it open and sending out a piece of parchment that folded itself up like an bird and took off on the wind, easily swooping down a few floors to find Rosier's office. The window was then slammed shut, as the two hooded figures gathered in the corner, their backs to the class. Clearly they were plotting something large in response to Kitridge's defiance. They would allow her this moment, but soon...soon she would be repaid in kind for her lack of loyalty. He had said some would require more reinforcement than others; apparently, Kitridge one of those requiring some one-on-one instruction from her new boss. |
Valentina listened to what the professor said carefully, refusing to look at the hoods anymore. She just hoped they wouldn’t hurt anyone!! Um. So, rocks. She wrote her name neatly on top of the parchment first before proceeding to weigh each rock carefully, brows furrowed in concentration. Uhhh- Heavy Light Light Heavy Light So.. it was a good omen. But, how?? She glanced at the hoods for a moment, who seemed busy discussing something but.. what could it be? She could feel the tears prick the corners of her eyes again as she looked down at her parchment again and started to write. Quote:
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With all five of her initialed rocks lined up in front of her on the table, all that was left to do was figure out which ones were heavy and which were light. That didn't sound to hard to do and being that she had already lined them up in order of their sizes things should be a touch easier. Dahlia reached down into her bag that was on the floor beside her feet and pulled out a clean sheet of parchment writing her name neatly at the top. Quote:
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The trapdoor was gone and Professor Kitridge seemed worried about that fact. It didn't make Bella feel better since the hoods were still very much there. She knew she probably shouldn't have tried using magic in class but she did that to help her new friend in pain. Not to show off or anything. Anyway back to the activity. Lifting up the first rock Bella weighed it in her hand as demonstrated. She proceeded to do the same with all five. When that was done she wrote down her findings on a piece of parchment. Quote:
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Kale wondered if Kitridge could sense the irony of talking about bad omens while actually masked, probably-murderers lurked in her classroom. Especially after she'd just gone and masterfully sassed them. The fifth year Trent was impressed by her gumption and terrified for her at the same time. These people had done horrible things. A Kale would know. Still, somehow, he managed to start to weigh his rocks in one hand. Each one he lifted was heavier than the last, which made him pause. Did that mean the lightest one that he first picked up was a light rock? Or was it a heavy rock that was only light in comparison to each rock that followed? And why were those hooded figures standing so close?? This was the W O R S T. But dutifully, Kate jotted down the following: Quote:
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It was super hard to concentrate with the hooded fingers sticking around promising certain death. Emm was doing all she could to not notice anything but with the actual activity, it was starting to prove difficult. Here's the thing, ALL the rocks felt heavy. Every last one of them. In fact, she couldn't tell which was heavier or lighter because they were all about the same level of "oh no" heavy. Briefly, it did make her wonder if they were all light. How would she know the difference if they all felt about the same? Could she feel someone else's rock just to be sure? The slamming window made her jump and reminded her once again of the presence of the hooded figures. Maybe she wouldn't feel anyone else's rocks...just in case. Instead, she began writing like she was told. Quote:
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*catches up* SPOILER!!: both questions & mini activity Heath listened closely as Professor Kitridge explained omens, intrigued and somewhat surprised to learn that his thoughts on the last question hadn’t been too far off. He didn’t understand the part about bad omens happening if you focus on them, though. Wouldn’t moving your path in the way you want it to go take it away from the bad thing happening? Gah, he was confused! Maybe he’d ask Professor Kitridge for more information later. For now, he needed to focus on the next activity. He picked up the nearest of his rocks, the white diamond-shaped one.As he’d expected judging by its size, it was light. Setting that one aside, he lifted the black and gray swirly one. Hmm… that was a lot heavier than he thought it would be. The green and red rock was next, and it, like the first rock, was light. The brown striped one, on the other hand, was not. Now only the big craggy rock was left. Heath had a feeling just by looking at that it was going to be heavy, and when he picked it up, he was proved correct. No surprises there, he thought. So, two light rocks and three heavy ones. That meant… a bad omen. Heath had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. What a useless prediction! Of course something bad was going to happen! The hooded figures’ presence was evidence enough of that. But what was the bad thing that was about to happen? As he searched for an interpretation, a dark thought crept into the forefront of his mind… the same one he’d been trying to repress since the Feast. Now he had a pretty strong suspicion what that omen meant. He just hoped he was wrong! Taking out a piece of parchment, he recorded his findings: Quote:
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So look. Here's the thing. Kinsay had purposefully chosen all the big rocks she could find, but it wasn't fair! The plan was to throw the rocks at the horrible cult people. Why would she waste her time with the light rocks, duh. It made no sense. So looking down at her paper she began to jot things down. 1. Heavy 2. Heavy 3. Heavy 4. Heavy 5. Really heavy. Uh oh. This was bad. Like really, really bad. Quote:
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Text Cut: Bella Delaney had decided that the best course of action for the remainder of class until she could go to the hospital wing was to ignore. Ignore the pain and ignore the hooded man. The only things she need to put her energy into were her rocks. And Bella. Delaney gave the finest nod of her head in response to her question, you wouldn't have even noticed it if you weren't looking for it, but kept her eyes trained on her rocks. She glanced quickly as the handkerchief she offered. She wasn't sure if it was safe to take it. Would she get in more trouble? But the temptation was too much and as she covered mouth again with the handkerchief she was glad she did. The pain was not gone completely, but the burning had lessened and was much more manageable. With out speaking, Delaney hoped she was expressing her gratitude towards the fellow Slytherin with her eyes. Right. Back to the rocks. Delaney took some time to hold each rock in her hand before writing out her assignment... Quote:
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She was not liking this, not one bit. She had a feeling things were not going to work out with this lesson and she wished she could have changed it, but once the door had been taken away she couldn't switch anything. Trying to stay at least positive on the outside Cassie continued to walk around and encourage all the students. As she walked around she watched the hooded figures send a message out the window. She forced herself to stop watching them and go back to the class. They were all seeming down more and more and the omens were not helping. Though given the way the feast started and what was going on here she wasn't surprised at all. "Think about your results and think about ways that you could change that omen if it isn't a good one. We have about five more minutes before we move on." The only thing about moving on was the stairs were still missing. |
Focus was...difficult...and Atlas was zoning in and out between the professor and The Hoods™. So much so that he only heard about a fraction of what was being instructed. He heard something about picking up rocks and, well, glancing around at other parchments he saw that they were meant to judge whether something was heavy or light. Which felt terribly subjective to him. He wasn't even really sure what would constitute has heavy to him. Which meant, if he were going to do this with any real semblance of accuracy, he was going to have to hold all of his rocks to compare them. So, when they were allowed to go, he retrieved his five rocks and as he did numbered them so he could keep the order. That seemed to be a relevant piece to this so-called reading. So first he picked up rock number one and held it in his right hand to compare it to rock number two in his left hand. They felt the same. So he switched and then held rock number two in his right hand and rock number one in his left hand for comparison. Once again...they felt the same. But he jotted down this information on his piece of parchment regardless and continued down the line of rocks, experimenting with both right and left hands with every possible combination of rocks to determine which (if any) felt heavier than any of the others. After going through all possible combinations, Atlas determined that his third rock was the heaviest and rocks 1 and 2 about the same weight as one another and less than the third rock but rock four was lighter than rock three and rock five heavier than rock four. Which meant...what exactly? His head dipped down to his parchment and wrote this out, scratching out the table he had created for his right and left hands and the various combinations of rocks and their comparisons. Quote:
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She was walking around when she saw the time. Taking a deep breath she walked over to the hooded wizards "Could you please bring back our door so that I could end class." She tried to be as pleasant as possible, but it was hard with these two. She knew she was playing with fire, but when it came to kids a side of her came out that she didn't realize she had. It was not going away any time soon. Turning to the class she gave her best smile, "Class, I would like to have you stop at this point. I know many of you have received bad omens and with everything that is around you as teenagers and preteens I'm not surprised, but please remember your path is your own. You make it what it is and you can move to a different path to change that omen. Omens are just a warning or prediction, not all are set in stone." Did they understand the meaning behind her words. "Thank you for coming today. It has been wonderful to have each and everyone of you here to learn today." Giving some snaps she hoped the door would come so they could leave. |
One of them moved over to bring the door back, reversing their magic in a few somber swirls. They stood by the door then, hovering over all the students leaving. The other hooded figure held their wand to the Divination professor's throat, warning her not to try to leave. |
Quinn got up to leave, grabbing his things. He had the slightest limp from his hurt foot. He noticed the wand to the Professor's throat and the hooded figure standing over the trapdoor, and he paled a bit. "U-um... goodbye, Professor." Quinn hoped that she would be okay. He left through the trapdoor, making sure not to look at the hood standing over him. |
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Claudine being Claudine peered over at Heath’s notes as much as she could without drawing attention to herself. She was always curious about his predictions in Divination. The girl wasn’t impressed by the fact that he’d ended up with a bad omen also. She hoped that he wasn’t going to be stuck on worrying about her. Poor Professor Cassie. As much as Claudine didn’t fully believe in the methods of Divination, she was sorry for the woman. It was heartwarming that the lady was reassuring them about the bad omens but it was also sad that she was suffering during the lesson. The Snakette was somewhat surprised, she thought the lesson was ending somewhat sooner than usual. It was understood why, if this was the case. Claudine gathered her things and giving Heath a worried look, she made her way to the trapdoor. “Please be safe, Professor,’’ the girl whispered nervously to Kitridge on her way out. Merlin! Claudine was hating herself from having to leave without defending the professor but thoughts of Rosier’s threats in DADA had her hurrying through the trapdoor. |
Class dismissed? You didn't need to tell Emmerson twice. The moment the hooded figures brought the door back, Emmerson was down the ladder and half way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. It was one of the only places she had NOT seen the alliance folks A part of her suspected their next Divination lesson would be with a new professor, those blokes didn't seem too pleased with Professor Smiles afterall. But then maybe they'd just hex her and move on. That could work, yeah? No one had to get really hurt. Either way, she was very gone. The most gone she could be. Couldn't be more gone if she disappeared from existence. |
Kinsay did not need to be told twice. As soon as the trap door reappeared and they were dismissed, she made her way out following right behind Emm. She'd be having nightmares about these hooded figures again. She could feel it in her bones. Emmerson was going to need a bigger bed because Kinsay James planned on sleeping in it with her all term. Everything was terrible and the only thing that got her through the day was knowing that she could cuddle up beside the best friend and cry with her at night. |
She was relieved to see the trap door come back and she nodded in a thank you. As students started to gather their things Cassie went to head towards her desk but a wand was at her throat. Sighing a little she glanced up at the figure, honestly was it necessary? She was in her classroom and had to clean up all the rocks. Trying to not show concern of what might happen her eyes went back to her students. She gave snaps to end class and hoped they all would head out quickly. This might be the first time she was happy her daughter did not come to her class. |
Out of the corner of her eye, Delilah was aware of what one of the hooded figures was doing. She didn't dare watch, though. Whatever it was he'd written on that piece of parchment couldn't be good. More torture for one of them. Maybe even all of them. Fantastic. She tried to move her attention back to the lesson, but the problem was that her solution to the bad omen involved eliminating the hooded figures and the so-called professor. There was no way she was going to jot down ideas for that one. Hopefully the professor would understand. Hopefully nobody would ask her to elaborate. In the end, she decided to be secretive about it. We should start from the bottom and work our way up. In other words, they needed to eliminate the headmasters army of minions, and then he'd be left with nothing. Wishful thinking... |
She chewed at her lip nervously as she hurriedly packed away her things, avoiding eye contact with the hoods. She had mentally checked out of the lesson about thirty minutes ago if she was being honest. The anxiety these people gave her, if they could even be called people, it was unbearable. The professor's call for class to end was a relief. Now she would be promptly taking herself as far away from the hoods as she could physically get, thank you very much. She risked a wide-eyed glance up at the professor, would she be okay? Beth really hoped so. "G-goodbye, professor." She said quietly, giving the woman a tiny wave and looking down guiltily. She made her way down the ladder with hasty steps. |
Heath blinked confusedly at Professor Kitridge’s next set of instructions. He had already done that. In fact, he hadn’t stopped trying to come up with ways to change the omen since he saw what his reading meant. So were they supposed to write their ideas down? He had one down already, and his other ideas… let’s just say he didn’t think those would go over well. He was about to raise his hand to ask when time ran out. Never mind, then. He appreciated Professor Kitridge’s words of encouragement, but it didn’t feel much like his path was his own right now. Even so, it was nice of her to try to lift everyone’s spirits. He packed his things and beelined for the trapdoor, giving the professor a nod as he passed and hoping she’d understand the meaning of gratitude behind it. |
Uhhh class was dismissed?? And the door was back?? Valentina immediately jumped out of her seat and picked up her bag, immediately noticing that one of hooded figures held a wand to the professor’s throat. GULP. Oh, no!! Was the professor was going to be alright?? ”See you, Professor.” She said, managing a small smile before heading out, really trying not to cry. Oh, no. Oh, noooo. |
Class was over? Dahlia had heard every word that Professor Kitridge had spoken about Omens. The first year was positive that the professor was trying to tell them all to remain strong and not doing anything that would get themselves unnecessarily in harms way. That shouldn't be a problem when just the sight of the Evil Headmaster Melty Face and his Hooded Minions sent shivers down her spine. Without a sound, Lia backed up all of her things as quickly as she could, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she rose to her feet. Seeing Kitridge standing there with a wand pressed to her throat made her want to cry... how could they all just walk out on her now? There was nothing else to do though, was there? Any sort of react would only make things worse. With the tiniest smile aimed at the professor, Dahlia quickly slipped through the trapdoor and down the stairs. Please don't let anything happen to the professor. |
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