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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 14, 2010 18:12:09 GMT -5
With a swift flick of her wand, a heavy book landed on her desk, open to the page she wanted to cover in class. It was a class of first-years, so nothing too in-depth. The chapter dealt with Dark Creatures, illustrated with pictures of grindylows, boggarts, and dementors. The homework would be an essay on boggarts and how to distinguish one from a ghoul. Briallan pointed her wand at the board behind her, where instructions for the class period instantly appeared.
Open your books to Chapter Six, page 233. Begin reading. There will be no talking.
Briallan expected her students to learn. They couldn't learn when they were talking, could they? Her eyes narrowed at the thought of the little heathens that would soon be arriving, and just as she began dreading them, they arrived. Students began rushing into the classroom, laughing and socializing loudly as they took their seats.
"Settle down. Begin your assignment. Pay close attention to the passages involving boggarts and ghouls; they will assist you on tonight's homework."
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 14, 2010 19:55:12 GMT -5
Of all the classes Eden had to take she had thought that Defense Against the Dark Arts would have been her favorite. Before school had started she had dreamed that the class would be exciting, after all one had to move to learn how to defend. She was wrong. There was no practical magic with Professor Evans. The lady barely talked to her students! Day after day the class would trickle in, with Eden hoping to learn something cool, only to be told to read some convoluted passage about a creature and write something. Boring with a capital B. It was so dull and routine that Eden was hoping for even a dull lecture. But nothing. Once again Professor Evans snapped at the students instituting the no talking rule.
Slowly, feet dragging on the stone floor, Eden made her way to her usual spot in the middle of the room. With a sigh she slipped into her chair curling her feet underneath her. Settling in, Eden flipped open her book and began to read, her small head resting on her folded arms, half covering the page.
A shape shifter that prefers to live in dark, confined spaces, taking the form of the thing most feared by the person it encounters; nobody knows what a boggart looks like in its natural state
A slow, tingly shiver traveled up Eden's spine as she read about the creature that showed people their worst fear. Eden wasn't really afraid of anything except that magic sucking creature she had encountered with Professor Kameron. It's eerily eyes and dripping mouth still haunt her dreams and visions.
I will not think about that...I will not think bad things.... She thought trying to get her mind to focus on other things. Eden forced herself to continue to read, eyes dropping as she turned to the section on ghouls.
Eden struggled to keep her eyes open as she began her essay. She would not allow sleep to overcome her. It was not acceptable to have visions in class. She was in charge, not her power. She had to overcome the urge.
With a burst of overzealous determination, the child went back to work. Her quill made an almost soothing scratching pattern as she wrote, the words flowing. Before Eden knew it she was in a trance, the familiar pulling sensation of her visions, drawing her in. Her hand began drawing pictures of its own accord, capturing what she was seeing. As the vision turned darker and a dream version of Eden was thrust into the action, her hand began to jerk, knocking over her bottle of ink. The quick drying liquid pooled like colorless blood, staining the desk. Eden didn’t notice, she stared forward unaware of the classroom around her. She did not see her classmates, hear their surprised gasps and annoyed snorts but instead a horrible sight.
It was quite a few years in the future for the woman Eden knew to be Professor Evans was older, her hair not as bright, her face more pinched. She was wielding her wand at a group of squibs, in a crowded square. She was declaring their crimes against humanity and how they were nothing but slaves and it was necessary that they be taught their place by wizards for without wizards and witches taking pity on them they were useless and had no hope for survival. They must be taught their real worth, as slaves. Someone from the crowd booed her and the Professor turned her wand on them. No one stopped her as she integrated the man, eliciting his history from him with two waves of her sharp wand. He was muggle born. The scene changed and there was a battle…against centaurs trying to escape a metal cage. Professor Evans watched as the battle rage, calling out order on how best to capture the film. She wore special robes, designating her status as High Witch in charge of the protection of Magical humans Against Dark Creatures. Centaurs were now inherently evil. The more Eden saw the more she sketched, a picture of Evans formed on her essay. The woman was pinning a flaying centaur with her heel, her hands chocking a wizard wearing muggle clothes. The sketch was crude but there was no mistaking the sneer on the woman’s face or her mass of hair. It was the Professor.
(Eden will call her out when she comes out of her trance...)
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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 14, 2010 20:24:12 GMT -5
Seated at her desk, the redhead glanced up to survey her class. Each student had his or her head down, either turning pages as they read or scribbling some notes down for their essay. Other than the scratching of quills and the soft clink of inkwells, the class was silent. Just the way she liked it. Briallan supposed that she should start talking to her classes and having some hands-on involvement. At the rate she was going, she'd have them bored out of their minds. Like that worthless ghost teacher, Binns. Never would she be as boring as he, she thought with a smirk. Perhaps their next lesson would involve some disarming. Professor Evans couldn't wait to see which ones would fail miserably. It would be almost like her own personal enjoyment.
Rising from her chair, she smoothed out her black robes as she steadied herself on silver stillettos. She was quite an intimidating figure, standing at least 6'5" with her fashionable shoes. A faint whispering from the middle of the room made her huff with annoyance. Her class today was of only Gryffindors and it seemed that the muttering was occurring because of one girl. Eden Fletcher. In the past, she had never been a problem-student. Bored at best, but still, quiet. Briallan's long legs brought her next to the girl in just a few strides. At her arrival, the other students turned back to their work quickly.
For reasons unknown, Briallan didn't see the blank look on the girl's face. "Miss Fletcher, what do you think you're doing?" she asked dangerously as she leaned closer to her. The scratching of Eden's quill caught her attention and her dark eyes roamed across the page, taking all of the details in. The woman, unmistakably, was herself. Professor Evans, doing exactly what it was that she wished she were doing, instead of teaching children. A centaur had fallen victim to her heel while a Muggle-born had fallen to her deadly clutch.
The shock that crossed the redhead's face quickly turned to anger. "What is this? Drawing inappropriate pictures? Miss Fletcher?" Her breathing ragged with rage, she stood with her hands resting on her hips, awaiting an answer. "When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me," she said in that same poisonous tone, making to tightly grab Eden's shoulder.
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 14, 2010 22:14:02 GMT -5
Images, danced before Eden, blocking her view of the classroom. A tiny part of her was vaguely aware that she was getting in trouble but the pull of her seer magic was too strong. It had more to show her and no looming teacher would pull the young girl from it's grasp. The shrill barbs bounced of Eden, barely reaching her ears.
"Centaurs are beasts on this earth to serve wizards! Goblins are our crafty servants. Giants are the stupid labor. Mudbloods are the fodder than shall be our greatness! Do not let them pollute our magic..." The future Briallan Evans drew a large crowd as she screamed on a small stage.
Suddenly a tight grip latched onto Eden and she felt it through her vision, calling her back to the real world. Eden followed it like a life line but as she swam to the surface of her conscious self she began to say her first verbal prophecy.
"A tower, unwilling mind shaper with eyes of steel, hair of blood, will find the love to teach, not youth but sludge. when her poison spews, as a new standard brew, battle has begun. Beasts will overthrow the cages she has sown." The voice that burst out of Eden's mouth was hers but not. It was a deeper tone, than her typically high child's voice. It was dripping with condescension and as she spoke it drifted off as if coming from far away.
A massive headache was forming as the seer magic began to drain out of Eden. She never had felt it so strong before. Suddenly she became aware of where she was. In the middle of class with everyone staring at her. The fire breathing professor was squeezing the life out of her sensitive arm. Everything tingled. She felt drained but she knew what she had seen.
Eden glared at the professor. She was a murder...or would be. Not everything Eden saw was actually the future. It was one of many possible futures. She vaguely remembered saying something as she came out of her vision but the exact words escaped her.
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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 14, 2010 22:36:12 GMT -5
Suddenly, the girl snapped out of her reverie, or seemed to. She began speaking but the words didn't exactly make sense. Obviously, whatever Eden had been doing involved her, Professor Briallan Evans. The sketch was definitely of the professor, perhaps what she was saying had something to do with her as well. But the words made no sense at all! The child's words almost seemed as if someone else were saying them, in a deeper tone. This puzzled the redhead. She gave a furtive look around the classroom to find every student facing her. "Get back to work, all of you," she snarled before turning back to Eden.
A lightbulb went off in Briallan's mind. The Headmaster had told her about a student with Seer abilities, but she failed to remember which one. After what had just happened, she came to the conclusion that Miss Eden Fletcher was that student. To cover her blunder, she snatched her hand away from the girl. "Ten points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight in my office. Nine-thirty sharp." With that, she turned around, striding back to her desk.
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 14, 2010 23:01:38 GMT -5
Suddenly Eden realized that there were worse things than having come face to face with a deadly magic blood sucking creature. The winner of that award would have to definitely be giving a nonsensical prophecy to an evil teacher in front of your new classmates. Thousands of eyes kept flicker at Eden filled with dirty looks, mocking stares, and a few concerned but scared glances. The attention was made worse by the points removal. A collective groan erupted from the room. Blood rushed to Eden's sweaty face, coloring her pale skin a tomato red. Despite the fact that she wanted to run away and puke she kept still facing forward, head held up high. She would not apologize for something she couldn't control. It was the first time she had a vision in class and the first she had a vision of someone she was in the same room with. Those were apparently more powerful and strange things occurred when she came in contact with said person during the act.
Eden tried to focus on her essay but it just wouldn't come. The words blurred together as her head pound and stomach churned. She needed rest. Suddenly a overwhelming longing for home washed over her. She wanted her favorite chair, her nanny and her sister. But she couldn't have any of those things.
Eden ignored the hated tears that welled in her eyes as she pretended to read. Finally the bell rang and as everyone rushed out, she stayed behind as insult after insult floated past.
"Way to smart off dung brain. Didn't even make sense"
"Baby"
"Scardy cat"
Once everyone left, Eden took a deep breath and dragged herself to the front of the room.
"Professor, I didn't mean to break the silence and stop working. I couldn't help it. Visions just happen--" She said trying to defend herself.
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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 15, 2010 17:32:37 GMT -5
Leaning back in her seat, she couldn't hide the fact that she was enraged, no matter how hard she tried. Collecting herself and arranging her face into an expression she hoped was blank, she glanced back out into the classroom. The students kept glancing at each other and at Eden. Forbidden to speak, they could only try to convey their thoughts by eye contact. The young Seer's face was growing more red by the moment and it gave Briallan comfort. She let go of the fear and confusion that she could possibly be found out and focused instead on the child's embarrassment. It made her feel empowered, feeding on her insecurities. Eden was only a half-blood anyway -- it was high time that Briallan started to torture her for it.
The bell rang and the students filed out quickly. Those more outspoken "problem students" called Eden harsh names on the way out, but Briallan said nothing. She was revelling in the girl's pain, noticing that she was hanging behind, most likely to try to apologize. Fat lot of good that would do her.
Lazily, Briallan listened to the girl's defense. Shabby. "Miss Fletcher, you have disrupted my class and went against my rules. Detention. Tonight." This was an obvious dismissal; no student had ever gone further than this step. Briallan was eager to see what Eden would do.
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 15, 2010 18:30:17 GMT -5
The run in with the magic blood sucking demon creature thing really had done a number on Eden. Never before had she been truly afraid of something and it gave her pause. And frayed nerves. The small first year planted her feet and stood there, cringing at her weak statement. Obviously being sweet and apologetic would not work with this woman. She wanted something from Eden and she wasn't sure what it was.
"I split a bottle of ink. It wasn't intentional, will you give a student a detention for farting in class?" She said quietly, staring at the teacher. Eden wasn't going to back down. It wasn't her fault and the rules were silly to begin with. It started with an accident and escalated. If the Professor had read the memo the Headmaster had sent about how to deal with her then this wouldn't be happening.
"You're giving me a detention because of that drawing aren't you? It can be anyone you know." She said, not really believing it as she turned to leave. Yes there were many red haired sneering giants in the world but there was something about this one that was creepy.
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Post by Briallan Evans on Dec 15, 2010 19:53:42 GMT -5
Eden stood her ground. Briallan had fully expected her to turn around and leave with her tail between her legs, not defy her in silence. The child's words seemed to her like a slap in the face -- of course she would give detention to a student for no good reason -- and she was determined to have the upper hand once more. "I believe that it depends on the situation as to whether a student should be punished for his or her actions in class. Unfortunately, I believe that you have gone against my classroom rules, and you must face the consequences that come along with that...." Her voice trailed off as Eden continued talking, her fake smile fading to a grimace.
If Briallan Evans didn't know how to answer a question, she simply stayed quiet. It had worked all through childhood and adolescence, surely it would work through adulthood as well. "Very well then, Miss Fletcher. I expect to see you at the scheduled time for detention tonight. You are dismissed."
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Dec 19, 2010 0:21:46 GMT -5
It was useless to argue with this woman. She clearly did not care what she did and thought she was better than everyone. Eden disliked her with a passion maybe even hated her. What person could give a detention because they felt like it? SO unfair! The first year stood there arms at her side eyes staring unblinking at the professor as she droned on. Why was this evil woman a teacher? She obviously hated students, unless they were perfect purebloods but half of them lied about their status.
"Very well then, Miss Fletcher. I expect to see you at the scheduled time for detention tonight. You are dismissed."
Eden bit her lip to keep a sigh from escaping. She would not give this witch a reason for another detention. Eden spun on her heel and stomped out of class slamming the door after her. Teacher had never said one had to exit quietly.
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