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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 15, 2010 21:38:55 GMT -5
Nine-thirty. Sharp. That was what she had told the heathen Eden, wasn't it? She was sure of it. The girl didn't seem like one who would be late for a detention, besides, she had five more minutes before another one was tacked on. Briallan had arranged her desk so that there was a quill and parchment awaiting the offender on one side, while her side was covered in essays she had been grading. Higher-class students produced better work, she theorized, and so far, her theory stood fast. The professor had laid down her quill for a break, propping her heeled feet up onto her desktop.
Her attire was simple compared to usual: a light grey cardigan with a pair of jeans and her favored silver heels. A heavy silver locket hung around her throat, an item passed down from her mother's grandmother. A family heirloom at the least, engraved with the Evans coat of arms on one side and an cursive 'E' on the other. On her right wrist, she wore a silver watch, which she checked once again.
Where was the little half-blood brat?
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 19, 2010 0:55:17 GMT -5
Late. Such a horrible four letter word. After school that day Eden had fallen asleep in the common room bone tired. Visions always drained her, but there was something different about this one. It sucked more energy out of her than normal but she just didn't have time to recover.
It was the lack of noise in the common room that woke Eden up. The level of sound had been very loud when she had slept, filled with the laughter of students unwilling to study. It had been comforting. Slowly Eden became aware of the studious silence which signaled it was getting late. Typically the commonroom was a mad zoo for a couple of hours after dinner ended, usually till nine o'clock.
nine! Detention.
"WHAT TIME IS IT?" She woke up shouting it, kicking her cloak off of her. Several students glanced up started. AN older student sneered at her that it was nine thirty.
She was late. Still in her wrinkled uniform, Eden snatched up her wand and ran leaving her school supplies and cloak in the common room. This was not the moment to care about her school supplies. Having to hunt them down would be well worth not having to spend a week in detention with animal hater.
Heart thudding, breath short, chest tight and lungs wheezing, Eden stumbled into the defense classroom only to find it empty. The professor was in her office. On the second floor. By the time Eden arrived her chest was heaving and her side sore. It must have been the lack of sleep that made her already weak heart act up. Eden had never been a strong healthy child. Her pureblood grandparents blamed her father's squib riddled family for the heart defect. After all someone who had been deputy Prime Minister would never have heart problems.
"Sorry---I'm late." She said in between gasps as she slowly walked up to the teacher. She would have hoped for a better entrance but that would have taken more time. As it was she was nearly seven minutes late.
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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 19, 2010 20:17:38 GMT -5
The sound of rushed footsteps announced the student's arrival. Late. Seven minutes, to be exactly precise. Briallan didn't raise her eyes when Eden came up to her with her excuse for why she was late. It didn't matter to her; she was free every night. She pointed at the chair across from her without looking. "Sit. Your punishment is to write 'I must not disrupt class'." Her sentence was left hanging, but for a reason. Briallan didn't care how long she kept Eden in her office doing lines. The witch didn't have a life outside torturing children. Her dark eyes lifted to the girl's face to catch her reaction, which she was sure would be a good one.
Eden looked frazzled in her rumpled uniform, breathing like a winded elephant. Briallan cracked a smile; she knew that Eden had gone to her classroom first -- if she hadn't, there would be no reason for her to look as annoyed as she did. Or maybe there was. She looked pointedly at the quill, ink well, and parchment set before the student, then picked up her own quill and began to grade essays. Perhaps another night of detention would do Eden good... Briallan snickered under her breath.
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 19, 2010 20:32:39 GMT -5
The woman didn't even bother to look at her. Eden's pride prickled a bit. She deserved a glance at least. The girl stood there for several beats under the guise of catching her breath. Really, she was silently defying the strange woman who seemed to take joy out of torturing her students. Finally, after the punishment was doled out, the mighty professor glanced at Eden, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"How many lines?" She asked, trying to keep her relief out of her voice. It was mindless work and very boring but it was better than scrubbing floors or organizing books or something. Sitting down for how ever long it took sounded like heaven. After that mad dash through the halls Eden wasn't feeling all that great.
The smile flashed at Eden was ugly and caused the back of Eden's neck to tingle. There was something...dark hidden in the smile and with what Eden saw that afternoon she was a little creeped out. Eden took her seat after the professor waved one last time, and sat there waiting.
"Cursive or print?" She asked in response to the snicker.
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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 20, 2010 13:08:39 GMT -5
Eden asked her how many lines she'd have to write and Briallan realized that this was easy work for the girl. Just boring. Whatever. At least it was something that she couldn't mess up and disrupt her grading, and there would be guaranteed silence other than the scratching of her quill. "How many times? Hm... until I think you understand the depth of your offense. You'll be here a while," she said, the hint of a smirk twisting her pink lips. Eden looked a tad ill too, now that she looked closely. Perhaps it had been her dash to detention... she surpressed a laugh.
Professor Evans didn't quite care whether the child wrote in cursive or print, but she didn't want to give her the option. It seemed like she was being kind, giving her a choice. Script was much easier on the eyes, however, so she had an easy decision. "Cursive, if you will."
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Jan 12, 2011 23:12:05 GMT -5
The woman was pure evil. How could Eden not see it before? There was something off about the once very dry and straitlaced professor. Was she actually gloating? Quickly Eden got to work. No use wasting anymore time. It was rather obvious that the Professor would keep her there for ever if she let her. But Eden wasn't stupid. She would give the woman no reason to do anything to her.
Carefully she wrote out the sentence, I will not disrupt class, she feared if her sentences were deemed messy she'd have to start over. Every once in a while Eden couldn't help but sneak a glance at the woman who'd probably gone to school with her mother. Not that Eden could know for sure since her pureblood scandalous mother was dead. Eden's vision scared her. What she saw was down right horrible. Who could hurt another creature in such away just because they were different.
Twenty minutes later and her hand was cramping. She was half way down the first piece of parchment. It seemed to grow longer every couple of lines. Drowsy Eden fought to keep her eyes focused. She would not fall asleep. She might never awake again with this lunatic watching her.
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