Divination - Dreams 1

[amy]

With a deep breath held in her chest, Amy stepped into her classroom, taking in the sight of everything. Her desk was shiny and made of oak, looking majestic at the front of the room. Small booths lined the walls, the chairs decorated in a deep purple velvet, and the tables covered in a musty white lace. On each table were two textbooks, neatly stacked in the center, waiting for someone to come and read them.

As Amy stepped in and closed the door behind her with a click, it finally became real to her: the fact that she was a Professor now. The job she had wanted since she had first come to Magic Horizons and studied under Meriel was now hers. She would be teaching her passion to a group of young minds. This excited her to no end and, as she walked towards her desk, she could not help but notice a little spring in her step. Her deep blue cloak swished around her feet gently as she lay her papers and grade book on her desk and reached over to the cabinet.

Pulling out a large box of beautiful, exotic-looking notebooks, Amy shut the cabinet and began to unload the notebooks onto the nearest table. They were covered in many different colored fabrics with eastern designs imprinted in silver and gold threads. Some even had little sequins and bells. Amy smiled at them proudly and tapped the top of the pile lightly as she picked the box back up and slid it under the table for the left overs from her classes. She let her eyes flick to the clock quickly and noticed that she only had five minutes left until her class started. Her stomach knotted slightly as she took a seat at her desk and waited for her pupils to come to her.

Textbook:
www.freewebs.com/divinationmh/index.htm

[~Persephone~]

Persephone wasn't in much of a hurry to get to divinations. It wasn't that she hated the subject, or even that she wasn't the best in the world, she just...felt lazy that morning. For her that was unusual, and surely her friends had probably noticed the lack of energy in her.

She headed to the Divinations room. Her long silver blonde hair danced about her small five foot body, and her green eyes were still filled with the groginess of sleep. She looked even smaller and more fragile when she walked by the high towering walls.

She made her way to the class room, and looked around. It was a neat and organized, and she relaxed slightly. One silver eyebrow lifted though, and Persephone decided it was best if she took a seat in the back of this class.

[Xarian Heart]

Xarian was happy about this class. It was one of the few she could get into. She sat down and looked at her book, hoping they'd be doing something fun.

[Starlit Night]

Starlit walked through the crowded hallway full of students to the door of her Divinations class. Placing a hand on the door knob she paused, unsure of what to expect from the subject as she had never taken it before.

The door swung open and she stepped inside, her blue eyes immediately falling on the multi-colored books at the front. Finding a seat at a table, near the side of the classroom she sat down on the velvet chair and set her bag down on the floor beside her feet.

Almost every class she had ever attended she had used paper in some way or another, so she figured she may as well get it out now. Pulling out a few lengths of parchment and a bottle of ink she tried to find her quill.

Unable to find it from the angle she was at she pulled the black bag onto her desk, wrinkling the table cloth and started to rummage through its contents. The tip of her finger skimmed something feathery and she assumed it was the writing tool she had been searching for. Pulling it out she scowled, this quill was far harder to find then her old silver one, Then again if I kept using my old quill I think it would have crumbled into pieces.

After straightening the white material that had been messed up a bit, she took the time to observe the room until class began. It seemed like almost of her other classes, original in its own ways and suited for the subject.

[Faerlain]

It had been one of Faye's worse days, at least in her eyes. After an early morning Care of Magical Creatures class in which she had almost had her hand bitten off by a slug with teeth, she had been slammed with a failing paper in Muggle Studies. And after having a heated argument with her mother following the end of most of her classes... she had thought that maybe it would just be best if she could just curl up and sleep for the rest of the day. However, she had heard rumors of a new divintation teacher- it would make a terrible impression if she skipped the first class. Managing to compose herself in a matter of minutes, she entered the classroom with a fairly confident smile upon her face.

Divination was one of her better subjects, despite the uncertain nature of it. She had found over the years that many of her friends disliked it because of it's vague nature, but that was actually what she found to be the most pleasing. It had mysteries and things that some would never understand, which was what just drove her to try and grasp it even more. And, for anyone who knew her, the prefect did indeed have a very fierce will.

Smiling a little, she decided not to exchange greetings with the other students but instead proceed straight to an empty seat towards the back of the room. It would be terrible if the professor assigned some kind of group work- this was one day where she just felt like being by herself.

[amy]

Amy smiled lightly as the four students walked in and took their seats. Her smile fell a notch, though, as the bell rang and still there were only four. Trying to not let this get her down, Amy stood from her seat and beamed at them from behind her oval-shaped glasses.

"Good afternoon everyone! I'm Professor Stevens, the new Divination Professor. By new, I mean that this is my first year teaching, so please do try and bear with me. I'll be as nice to you as you are to me. But you lot don't much look like troublemakers, so I'm sure I don't have anything to worry about, eh?"

She smiled a bit wider, clasping her hands together as a piece of hair fell from her ponytail into her face. She grabbed one of the extra books off the table and opened it to the first chapter. The word 'Dreams' was written in a ghostly white, cursivey writing above a group of text.

"So!" Amy looked up from her book and back at the class, leaning against her desk and crossing her ankles. "Who can tell me what dreams are, in your own words please?"

[Rezna Lardale]

Rezna came to a halt before the door to her Divinations classroom. For the Hufflepuff it had been a straight-out sprint down the long corridor. Now that she had finally arrived, although late, she hesitated whether to enter or not.

'No one seems to miss you,' her own cold voice echoed in her head. 'Turn around and go back to the common room. Relax before your next class.'

'Just because my first divination class was bad doesn't mean that this one will too,' she told herself as she hesitantly pushed open the door to the room.

"-dreams are-?" a pleasant voice of the new Professor reached the 'Puff's ear.

Not wanting to interrupt the teacher with nonexistent excuses, Rezna instead silently fell into a seat and looked at her Professor with a smile of relief. She did not have the same disposition as Azrael, and her smile made Rezna relax a bit. Perhaps this class wasn't going to be as bad as she expected.

It was only than that she remembered the subject of their lesson, dreams. A hopeful glint entered her green eyes. Perhaps this lesson would benefit her more than it was intended to.

[~Persephone~]

Persephone perked up a bit as the teacher asked the class what dreams were. It was nice to know that they weren't being thrown into the deep end of the pool, and being asked to swim. It was nice to start things off slowly.

Sephe raised her hand in the air. The light that always danced in them, seemed to be like fire now that the class had started. Patienly she waited for the teacher to call on her. She didn't want to cause problems today.

[Xarian Heart]

Xarian thought for a moment, and didn't bother to raise her hand. There were, after all only five students. "Dreams. Dreams are a strange occurrence. I believe that dreams are your mind showing you aspects in your sleep. Like it's bored and trying to come up with things to do. Some dreams can reveal things you'd never thought of. Or tell the future. Give you inspiration. Show your desires. That's what I think anyway."

[amy]

Amy nodded slightly as the blonde girl with a Hufflepuff badge slid into a seat. Not wanting to stir up trouble the first day of class, Amy let the lateness slide.

She turned to Xarian as she started to speak, and glanced at Persephone, who's hand was in the air. As Xarian finished, Amy set down her book on her desk and spoke.

"Thank you for your opinions, Ms. Heart. They are the majority's thoughts on dreams as well. Persephone, did you have something to add?"

Amy turned her eyes back to Persephone and smiled encouragingly.

[~Persephone~]

"No, not really. I think Xarian covered it pretty well." Persephone said shrugging.

She was a little put off at Xarian answering the question, but then again, she really didn't mind. She would have done it too, if she hadn't been trying to behave today.

[Xarian Heart]

She hadn't realized that answering the question out right would irratate Sephie. She gave a smile for an appology, since they couldn't talk directly here.

[~Persephone~]

Persephone nodded to say no prob to Xarain's apologetic smile. It was almost like a code between the two Ravenclaws. It worked well, or at least that was what Persephone thought.

[Teagan]

Teagan quietly, but hastily walked to the Divination classroom. Unfortunately, it seemed as if this was the first class she had ever arrived late to at Magic Horizons. Luckily, this was their first day of divination. The other prefect, Genesis, had delayed her in leaving the prefect's bath because he wanted to talk to her, and it seemed that was no clock in there to time herself with. When she had left the interesting chamber, Teagan had glanced at a clock and immediately left for her class. What a waste of time, she belatedly thought. Teagan's skilled hearing heard one girl say what a dream was a few feet down the hall.

Now, the prefect came to the door and agilely turned the tarnished knob. She silently walked in, and closed the door behind her before walking over to an empty violet seat and sitting down. She had taken her divination supplies with her to the prefects' bath, and now pulled out her textbook and laid it upon her table.

A few red strands of hair drifted over her shoulders from the fast-paced trip she had made. The rest of her luscious hair swept over her back, and calmly curved over her back with its good posture and slight arch toward her lumbar vertebrae. Soft, fiery threads remained as straight as the rest of her hair as they dexterously flowed onto her forehead and delicately fell in the front of her ears, and framed her smooth face.

She noiselessly folded her gentle hands over one another and faintly laid them to rest on her lap. Teagan's cerise iris quite efficiently moved throughout the room, and studied it without wasting much time at all. It seemed as if Professor Azrael had left them. Instead, there was a female teacher in the front of the room. The professor's desk was a fancy one, and many other things were similar in likeness. Sephe, Xarian, Starlit, Rezna, and the Hufflepuff Prefect, Faerlain were the only other students in the room.

[Fenris Fenrir]

A tall man had closely followed on the foot steps of a girl who seemed to be in quite the rush to get to class. It was a shame that the younger generation of today couldn't seem to do anything with the proper and civilized class as they did back in the day. But those long gone school days were gone; now the pupils had too much freedom. As did the humans that ran the school. They bragged about their equal treatment of other magical beings; they were nothing more than falsehoods. The girl from his second trip into the school order him to leave because he was violating a code. A code for what? To make humans and lycans equal?

No; to ensure that the humans remained in control.

That was one of the main reasons that Fenrir done these deeds in the first place; it was the one and only way at the moment to weaken the power the humans supposedly wielded over the lycans and other creatures. The power that shouldn't belong to them; the leash that attached lycans to humans would be broken once this series of events had finished. For that was his pay; causing pain unto humans and snapping the leash of power. Once the girl that he was following walked into the classroom known as "Divinations" to these scruffy runts, the 6'6" man paused and reached for a slip of parchment in his suit pocket. The person of interest for this task; her name was written on the paper and written in Fenris' own blood so that he wouldn't forget it.

Stuffing the slip of parchment back into his coat pocket; the tall man with black hair moved to stand in the doorway of the Divinations classroom so that he could have a better view of who was in the room. But the problem was; all the people in the class were relatively the same age and Fenrir was given no picture to aid him. So with doubt on his mind, Fenris asked the class, "Excuse me, but could I borrow your teacher for a moment? There is a question that I would like to ask her with concerns to divinations; and I was wondering if we might be able to talk about it in the hallway for a moment? I would be most grateful if this were possible."