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Post by Elemental on Nov 15, 2012 15:20:57 GMT -5
Lana sniffed Yasu's finger, "Yeah, that definitely smells like pizza and wet clothes. That's really cool."
Somalia pointed to something in the book and looked up, "My teacup says I should be expecting a sudden change in my life, probably having to do with the weather. Since when was divination related to meterology?"
Somalia looked to Yasu for an answer to her hypothetical answer because Lana was sitting with her nose half a centimeter from her crystal ball, practically cross-eyed. She should have a prediction soon.
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Post by SilentGaze on Nov 17, 2012 16:18:46 GMT -5
"Might explain why the muggle meteorologists never get anything right. No one taught them divination," Yasu pointed out with a shrug, rapidly flipping through the textbook to see what her results meant. "So... wet clothes and pizza are smells that remind me of romance, and since I was seeking a prediction of my love-life that means..." Yasu's voice faded as she ran a nail down the page passed several lines of black text until she came across what she was looking for. Then, with eyes as hungry as Tantalus she devoured the words. A gasp left her, and then a smile rose to her lips. "True passion and understanding awaits me in my love life if I'll only allow the rival a chance."
Yasu leaned back in her chair, a wondering smile on her lips as she thought of what that could mean. Her gaze briefly fell on Chaz, who was slacking as usual and lazily running a finger on the surface of his own crystal ball. He was from Ravenclaw, and last year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors had been rivals competing for the House Cup as well as the Quidditch cup, as they had made it to the finals. The Slytherin team had suffered a loss of skilled members and hadn't won more than a single game that year, and Hufflepuff had succeeded at too many games either. Not to mention that when it came to charms class last year Chaz had always tied with Yasu in grades. He definitely could be considered a rival.
"Guess I just write it down, then," Yasu decided, pulling out her quill and writing down the lovely prediction she had received. "Lana, have you ever heard of how maintaining a single rather nasty expression on your face could make it remain there for the rest of your life?" It did appear that the Ravenclaw was making a rather... interesting expression, at least in Yasu's opinion. |
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Post by Elemental on Nov 23, 2012 11:42:14 GMT -5
Lana flipped through her textbook and started reading pages, "The crystal ball is suggesting that I spend more time with good friends this year because I have been neglecting them of late. And yes, Yasu, I have heard of that, it's a complete myth, muscles don't work that way." Lana smiled at Yasu to make sure Yasu knew she was joking around and then she started writing her prediction down on her parchment.
"So," Somalia started, "I expect to see you with a boyfriend before the year's out, Yasu."
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Post by SilentGaze on Nov 27, 2012 16:01:12 GMT -5
Lana's good natured smile proved that her response was all in good fun. Though Yasu was a bit disappointed to hear about the fact that it wasn't true. She had hoped that when someone was sleeping she could position their faces in such a way that they would be stuck with those expressions forever.
Ah well.
An evil grin slid on to Yasu's face as she cast her gaze around the room, allowing it to linger on a certain hyperactive Ravenclaw boy. "But who will it be, that is the question... And how will it happen? That's the even bigger question. It says something about understanding and giving him a chance though... I wonder why that is..." Who knew she could get so into this mumbo jumbo stuff?
Not that she was any good at it. Lana's intense staring at her crystal ball proved that much. |
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Post by Elemental on Dec 2, 2012 11:51:11 GMT -5
Lana, having made her prediction, was free to fully join the conversation now, "Hmm, we are having a ball this year aren't we? You should ask your new boyfriend to that, see how it goes."
"Yeah," Somalia's eyes lit up, she really enjoyed the Christmas balls, even though she never had a date, "that would be cute, you should also try to figure out who the rival is, that might help your future."
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Post by SilentGaze on Dec 9, 2012 17:38:38 GMT -5
Yasu forced herself to draw her eyes away from Chaz. She'd felt that perhaps there was little hope for getting him to romantically like her, but then he started showing signs. Still, she'd then been beginning to think that maybe he just wasn't the guy for her, but now there was this very interesting prediction from her fortune telling which had a lot of promise.
Maybe she could investigate the Chaz situation a bit further.
"Oh come on, what about you guys, hm? I never hear stories about boys. Do all Ravenclaw girls bury their heads in books because they're too good for the guys or are the written ones simply better?" Yasu teased. |
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Post by Elemental on Dec 9, 2012 22:42:27 GMT -5
Somalia elbowed Lana, "Yeah, that's Lana alright, typical Ravenclaw, reads books and studies and not interested in boys in the least."
Lana pulled the book up closer to her face, almost covering herself completely,"I might have one, you wouldn't know."
"She's blushing,"Somalia said to Yasu, "C'mon, who is it Lana? Tell us!"
Lana sank off her chair and practically under the table, pulling the book higher over her face. Somalia smirked and raised an eyebrow at Yasu.
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Post by SilentGaze on Dec 10, 2012 22:00:21 GMT -5
If Lana's very mysterious words from under the protection of a book cover were not hint enough for Yasu, then Somalia's confident report gave Yasu enough evidence to convince Lana of murder. Murder of Yasu's faith as a girl friend. How had she not noticed that Lana had a crush? Then again, Yasu did not often have classes with the two Ravenclaws, and when she did she had usually been with different people. "A secret of love. Do Somalia and I get to hear?" Yasu asked, beyond intrigued. |
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Post by Elemental on Dec 12, 2012 17:11:53 GMT -5
"Later, not where anyone else can hear." Lana's voice was muffled by her proximity to the book pages.
"Awww, c'mon." Somalia whined.
Lana moved the book away to look at Somalia, "Why are you complaining? We live in the same dorm, you can ask me any time you like."
"C'mon Lana, tell us now." Somalia was leaning over the edge of the table to talk to Lana who was still practically covered by the tablecloth.
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Post by SilentGaze on Dec 12, 2012 18:46:13 GMT -5
Yasu had merely wanted a confirmation that she would eventually find out the information she desired, but she should've guessed that Somalia would not be satisfied. "Alas, she brings a good point. But I don't share a dorm with you, so you better think of a time and place, and make it snappy. No one suggests they like someone in front of me and then doesn't say anything," Yasu insisted, a mock offended look on her face as she mimicked some sort of royalty, clasping her fist and lightly pounding the table as if enraged.
Hilda was beginning to realize that some people had quickly figured out the easiest way to do the assignment was either to pick up the quickest form of predicting the future or to bullshit the entire thing.
She knew the case was not so for the two Ravenclaws and the Gryffindor who had seated themselves at one table and were currently chatting about boys (one, how typical, and two, she didn't care, but she was fairly positive she had the most to say about boys, considering her boyfriend), but for the table nearby with that bratty techno-Ravenclaw seated at it... Hilda didn't have any physical proof against him, but she was waiting for it, because she knew exactly what she would do.
She'd wait a bit longer, and if nothing else happened she'd make another assignment for the girls who had finished their predictions. |
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Post by Elemental on Dec 13, 2012 17:10:45 GMT -5
Lana climbed back up into her chair and set the book on the table, "Meet me by the near side of the Black Lake right after lunch, before the next class."
Somalia, satisfied, turned back to Yasu to start a conversation, "So, when's class over? Are we done here or what?"
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Post by SilentGaze on Dec 20, 2012 12:13:53 GMT -5
Hm... no vomiting, no creepy prophecies, no exploding window, no Calix invading to say hello because he was weird, no nothing... Well, Hilda should've expected as much. Honestly, she was supposed to fill an entire class period for the rest of the year? With what, 'Who can make up the best bull-shit?' contests? She knew that's what most of the kids were doing. Of course, if she didn't have the gift herself she might've done the same thing. Lucky her though, she got the whole package. Gift, vomit, a figure literally made of skin and bones, the Ministry constantly hounding her.
With a huff she stood, ignoring the clatter her chair made as she disentangled herself and her far too billowy robes from it. Then she strode over to the girls who had finished their work. A few others had finished as well, while the rest of the class seemed to either be frustrated or slacking off, procrastinating on her assignment. Hilda should've expected much. There had been few glowing remarks about the Divination teacher before her.
"Interpret your prediction. What does it mean? Then write why you chose the method you did, a brief opinion on vomit, and who is most deserving of being vomited on in this entire class," Hilda instructed Lana, Somalia, and Yasu, lazily flicking her wand to lift their supplies away from the table and stack them on her desk. She'd clean them later if she was feeling caffeinated enough, and if she wasn't Calix would do it. For some reason he liked doing dishes, and she simply couldn't fathom why.
Satisfied, Hilda returned to her chair, floating divination supplies in tow. Once they were settled on her desk, she began levitating remnants of Yasu's aroma divination from the bowl and sending the bits flying into the heads of students who were goofing off. "Class ends in ten minutes! You should be done with your predictions and writing what they mean and why you chose the method you did. If I don't get a piece of parchment on my desk with your name on it in the next ten minutes you will be cleaning these dishes for me. And girls who were done early, don't forget the extra part of your assignment." Honestly, she had done far too much talking in such a short time span. She needed a nap.
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Post by Elemental on Mar 3, 2013 21:38:37 GMT -5
Lana and Somalia looked quizzically at each other. Lana was the first to speak, "That's an odd assignment."
Somalia shrugged, "Oh well, it's probably the most entertaining assignment we'll get the whole year."
Lana picked up her owl feather quill and started writing her answer down in neat lines of script. It read like this:
"My prediction, by way of crystal ball, suggests that I spend more time with good friends this year because I have been neglecting them recently. I chose to use the crystal ball because I have been able to interpret it in previous classes and I wanted to start the year with some practice using something that I knew I could get results from. I wanted my first day in class to end with as little frustration as possible.
I don't like vomit, it is unappealing to look at and having food in my mouth that was there once before in an uncomfortable thought for me. I believe Chaz is most deserving of being vomited on because he has been blatantly disregarding the rules all day by using electronics in Hogwarts and he didn't read the instructions you wrote on the board."
Somalia took out her swan feather quill and started scrawling uneven lines down her parchment. Her answer read like this:
"My tea cup told me I should be expecting a sudden change in my life related to the weather. I chose to read tea leaves because I was thirsty and wanted the tea. Vomit should really stay in your stomach, I don't even like fake vomit for practical jokes, it's too disgusting. I think you should vomit on that girl on the second step, middle table. She's too much of a flirt and she thinks she doesn't have to be smart, looks are everything, she could use a little embarrassment to get her priorities straight."
When the girls finished writing they both read over their answers and then traded parchments, wanting to read what the other had written.
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Post by SilentGaze on Mar 8, 2013 10:17:22 GMT -5
Yasu stared thoughtfully at her parchment. She already knew why she had chosen the aroma testing. It was just a matter of who was worthy of being vomited on. Most new professors didn't ask such things.
Giving a decisive 'hm', she began to write about how she loved to cook and surround herself in various kinds of aromas and scents because they all were so appealing in different ways. Weird scents could remind her of very different things, such as the fact that the smell of popcorn made her think of her father, because he liked to take her to amusement parks and carnivals when she was younger. It was also because he'd been the one to tell her that supposedly burning bodies smelled like popcorn, a fact that somehow did not disturb her.
Done with that, she quickly cast a glance around the room. Chaz she would spare. She didn't want Professor Roads to announce who had voted for Chaz to be vomited on and then lose the current flirtatious level her and the technology-saavy Ravenclaw had reached. Of course her table mates were off limits. But who else was there... She canceled out the people who she knew had delicate noses or were easily made nauseous themselves. She wouldn't do that to them. But maybe...
Yes, there was a guy in the back who was rather full of himself, always a little too noisy and only taking this class to flirt with emotional girls who firmly believed in the power of divination. If you want a despicable person to vomit on, I give you the Gryffindor in the back of the class, she offered in her wide and friendly handwriting.
No sooner had she finished with the intention of handing it to her Ravenclaw friends and look at their own responses then a magical force pulled the parchment out of all three girls hands. "You're the first done. Do what you like so long as I'll like it too. The rest of you, hurry up. Six minutes left," Hilda informed the class, lazily flicking the pieces of paper over to her desk with her wand.
"Why do you think she asked that question?" Yasu asked, curiously eying the professor. |
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Post by Elemental on Mar 11, 2013 17:59:51 GMT -5
Somalia watched her paper land on Professor Roads' desk. "I dunno why she asked that. It's a pretty weird question, maybe she has a pet that vomits a lot, or something. This whole class has been pretty weird, the new professor sure is different from the one last year."
Lana elbowed her friend in the ribs, "Somalia,"
Somalia held her hand to her ribs, fake offended, "Hey, I didn't say I didn't like Professor Roads, I just said she was strange, but hey, I like strange, makes it interesting, maybe this class'll be interesting for once." Somalia leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands behind her head.
"Yeah," Lana agreed, "Maybe this class will be more entertaining than last year. Maybe this whole year will be monumentaly better than last year, who knows, we'll just have to wait and see."
"Yeah," Somalia sighed, "lots of exciting stuff this year, cool spells, dances." She reached out and poked Lana's head, seeming to imply that Lana should be unusually interested this year seeing as she supposedly had a boyfriend.
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