- Messages
- 7,537
- OOC First Name
- Beth / Bethy
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Cherry Wand 12 1/2" Essence of Wood Rose
- Age
- 8/2009
It was now early December, and Larissa was still getting used to the walls, surrounding her. She hadn't really gotten the chance to meet a lot of people, yet, but the ones she had met, fell into one of two categories; those who thought they could lead, and those who were happy to follow. Larissa found herself getting on better with those who would simply bow down to her will. They were easier to deal with, and much more valuable. After all- an army of sheep led by a lion, is more powerful than an army of lions led by a sheep.
Larissa was in her Divination class. She was sat before a crystal ball, gazing into it, a bored look, pasted upon her face. She began to wonder if she had made the right choice in taking up so many subjects.. But, she could drop them in the next year, if she so wished. The Professor was mumbling something about dark creatures on the horizon. Larissa had hoped that, with a school like Durmstrang, all the lessons would be the dark arts. Well, obviously she had been kidding herself, but she was ever-hopeful.
The lesson droned on. The class were supposed to be taking notes. Larissa was doodling. She hadn't really concentrated on the image she was drawing. It was a shock to her, when she looked down and saw a picture of a girl, laying at the edge of a cliff, someone standing beside her. Larissa leant in to focus. She thought she almost recognized one if them..
THUD! Two, surprisingly large, fists, had hammered down on table. Larissa sat up straight, instantly meeting the hawk-eyes, blazing at her. "Miss Sedgwick," the voice hissed, seemingly angry, "I hope you are noting down what you have seen .. That is, if you can see anything in that ball, other than your own face?" Larissa froze for a moment. Her eyes dropped to her paper. A smile formed on her perfect, pale face, as she looked back up at the Professor, speaking in German as most of the other students did. "Well, Professor," She started, her tone a cross between innocence and insolence, "I could not find the words to describe the vivid scene, which was pitched before my eyes.. So, I drew a picture, in the hopes that, once I had a moment to think, I could make some decent notes." She finished with a false smile. The Professor seemed to pause for thought. And then, Larissa found herself being praised. "I like you, Larissa," the Professor commented, "you're very quick-thinking.. See, class? This is what you should be doing." Larissa watched as the Professor showed of the drawing. She smiled to herself- she was quick-thinking in more ways than one.
The lesson moved on, and Larissa sat on her stool, content in writing an essay on what made a good seer. Her thoughts were only disturbed as she flicked her pretty blue eyes, up to her crystal ball: She saw bushes, a girl standing at a cliff edge.. And then, she was moving from the bush, looking at everyone present. But, everything was so blurred. Larissa had no idea who these people were, or what was going on. And then.. A face was looking at her through the crystal ball. It was a lot like her own, yet, so very different. And, suddenly, it moved. Larissa sat back, realizing that the face was not her own, but belonged to another student. "Oh.. Hello." Larissa spoke in German, her tone almost managing nonchalant.
Larissa was in her Divination class. She was sat before a crystal ball, gazing into it, a bored look, pasted upon her face. She began to wonder if she had made the right choice in taking up so many subjects.. But, she could drop them in the next year, if she so wished. The Professor was mumbling something about dark creatures on the horizon. Larissa had hoped that, with a school like Durmstrang, all the lessons would be the dark arts. Well, obviously she had been kidding herself, but she was ever-hopeful.
The lesson droned on. The class were supposed to be taking notes. Larissa was doodling. She hadn't really concentrated on the image she was drawing. It was a shock to her, when she looked down and saw a picture of a girl, laying at the edge of a cliff, someone standing beside her. Larissa leant in to focus. She thought she almost recognized one if them..
THUD! Two, surprisingly large, fists, had hammered down on table. Larissa sat up straight, instantly meeting the hawk-eyes, blazing at her. "Miss Sedgwick," the voice hissed, seemingly angry, "I hope you are noting down what you have seen .. That is, if you can see anything in that ball, other than your own face?" Larissa froze for a moment. Her eyes dropped to her paper. A smile formed on her perfect, pale face, as she looked back up at the Professor, speaking in German as most of the other students did. "Well, Professor," She started, her tone a cross between innocence and insolence, "I could not find the words to describe the vivid scene, which was pitched before my eyes.. So, I drew a picture, in the hopes that, once I had a moment to think, I could make some decent notes." She finished with a false smile. The Professor seemed to pause for thought. And then, Larissa found herself being praised. "I like you, Larissa," the Professor commented, "you're very quick-thinking.. See, class? This is what you should be doing." Larissa watched as the Professor showed of the drawing. She smiled to herself- she was quick-thinking in more ways than one.
The lesson moved on, and Larissa sat on her stool, content in writing an essay on what made a good seer. Her thoughts were only disturbed as she flicked her pretty blue eyes, up to her crystal ball: She saw bushes, a girl standing at a cliff edge.. And then, she was moving from the bush, looking at everyone present. But, everything was so blurred. Larissa had no idea who these people were, or what was going on. And then.. A face was looking at her through the crystal ball. It was a lot like her own, yet, so very different. And, suddenly, it moved. Larissa sat back, realizing that the face was not her own, but belonged to another student. "Oh.. Hello." Larissa spoke in German, her tone almost managing nonchalant.