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Dulce Garcia

December 03, 2011 11:53 PM

Being a Tutor (Tag Angel) by Dulce Garcia

Dulce had been a tutor for the school for two years now. She had tutored only a small number of students, but she had done her best with all of them. Her recurring ‘client’ so to speak had always been Delilah Kerrigan, who had sought out her help at the end of their fourth year together. The girl had a learning disability and Dulce had stuck by her to help her overcome the disability and to get her back on track and passing her lessons. By doing so, Dulce also spent time with her during the summers. Her relationship with the other girl went from being ‘tutor/student’ to ‘friends’ to ‘something that Dulce wasn’t sure how to handle and worried that they were no longer friends’.

Going forward, Dulce was going to keep her tutoring as just that. She didn’t think she could handle any more drama or confusion if she became friends with them again.

She was now working with Angel Shield. He was completely different than any other tutoring job she had. Including Delilah. Dulce felt that she was tutoring a small child. Not that that actually bothered her or anything. She didn’t mind figuring out where he was and where they needed to go from there. Everyday, she decided after first meeting him, everyday when she saw him, she would worked with him, helped him with his theory work and any practical work that he needed assistance with. All the while, she would help him with his reading and work on catching him up to the level he should have been at when coming into the school and hopefully to the place he would need to be by the end of her stay at Sonora. It was a lot to cover in two years, but Dulce was willing to take the challenge.

Of course, it would help if Angel was more forth coming. He seemed willing enough, but he was so quiet that it was hard for Dulce to tell if he was actually picking up anything. When she had first met him, his name had rung in her ears. She knew ‘Shield’ but couldn’t remember why. She had ended up owling her mother about it and her mother had told her that the Shields were an old Pureblood family who had gone crazy years back. They had inbred so much that their line had been said to die out. Dulce wasn’t sure if Angel was of the same family or not, but it did explain some of his peculiars.

“Good afternoon, Angel.” Dulce said when she spotted him in the library. “How were your lessons today? Any homework assignments that we need to go over or any lesson that you’d like to work on because of the difficulty of it?” She asked him.

OOC: I figured that with the first half of term already a month in, we can take it with them having already started tutoring together. Sorry if some of this seemed God-modding of your character. I was trying to use his actions in other posts for how he would be around her.

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Angel Shield

December 06, 2011 11:13 PM

... by Angel Shield

The library was still a room that made Angel profoundly uncomfortable. It was as though the books had a weight to them that was only held back by the thin spaces between the shelves. More than once during these meetings Angel’s mouth would open to ask about studying someplace else, but he could never quite bring himself to do it. This is where he’d been told to originally meet with Dulce, and it was here that other students chose to study. Who was he to go against that?

It was easy to judge how long Angel had been studying by the amount of debris that surrounded his chair. Clumps of discarded parchment littered the floor around his chair bearing mute testimony to the fact that the thin albino had been in this spot sense classes let out. While wandwork had come as naturally to Angel as breathing, book work was nothing sort of torture. His essays were choppy broken things that reflected his broken speech. It was easy to see the sharp transition between what he heard as a lecture, and what he attempted to glean from books.

A low sigh of frustration escaped Angel as he stared at the parchment that was more scratched out words than whole. Reading was such a difficult task that by the time he finished a paragraph and started the next he lost the meaning of the first, and this assignment was based strictly on the chapter and not on the lecture. Angel bit his lip as his crimson gaze returned to the open book to start reading from the top…again.

He’d struggled though most of the page when Dulce arrived. “Good afternoon, Dulce.” He repeated obediently, his eyes never leaving the mess of an assignment in front of him. Once she sat down Angel nudged a small stack of ink stained parchment towards her, the work that had been assigned earlier in the week. Biting his already abused bottom lip Angel glanced up for a second “Difficult.” He whispered as he tapped the messy parchment in front of him with one nail bitten finger tip.

OOC: No worries, you captured him perfectly.

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Dulce

December 08, 2011 8:38 PM

I can only help with so much. by Dulce

The only really issue that Dulce seemed to have with Angel was that he never spoke to her all that often. How was she supposed to know what exactly he was struggling with if he wouldn’t say more than a word to her each time. He rarely even looked at her. It was a bit of a bother for her, but not something that she let show on her features. There were obviously reasons as to why Angel behaved this way. From what she could read up on his family, there seemed to be a history of illness. It could just be that Angel was raised this way or that he had a mental illness that kept him from being able to communicate with people.

Dulce paused in her own thoughts…

Did she have a mental illness? Is that why she was unable to reciprocate feelings towards others? She knew, logically, that she had spent so much time with Delilah that she should have romantic feelings for her. She felt something while she was around her, but she couldn’t say for certain what that something was. When she played her music, she could feel each and every note. She knew exactly what she was feeling or thinking. With people, she had none of that. She wanted to still have the same relationship with Delilah that they had, but she wasn’t sure that was possible because of her inability to empathize.

She took the pile of parchment that Angel pushed her way and began to go through it. He had very poor handwriting and it was clear that he had trouble understanding the material. Maybe not. There was a possibility that his brain couldn’t connect properly with his hands and so the theory never really had a chance to be written as he wanted. If that were the case, than she would simply have to get his brain and his muscles to work together. But she felt that it was far more than that.

“What are you learning in your lessons?” She asked him as she read his work and marked some things off. She would have to go through each assignment with him so that he could have a better understanding of the information and a better written essay. “Is it the theory that is difficult for you in these or the practical?” She wanted to work on what was the hardest for him so that he could master those first and then have an easier time with the other stuff.

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Angel

December 11, 2011 12:50 PM

… by Angel

Angel watched her from under his ash colored lashes, his focus shifting fully to her as he waited for her to speak. While they’d had these meetings sense school started, Angel still found it difficult to understand what the older girl wanted from him. He knew that she was meant to help him with his school work, but still found it hard to do more than correct what she told him to, or do as directed. That was how Angel preferred it, but Dulce never left it just at that.

No, she often asked questions that he struggled to answer to her satisfaction. More often than not, Angel failed to understand part or all of the question but he always attempted to answer as if he had. He didn’t wish to disappoint her with his stupidity and make her regret helping him, perhaps causing her to decide he wasn’t worth the effort. And he desperately needed the help if he wanted to have even a sliver of hope at passing his classes. ”What are you learning in your lessons? Is it the theory that is difficult for you in these or the practical?” Dulce asked.

The first part of the question wasn’t particularly difficult, and Angel’s whispered voice gave a short list of the different lessons he’d had. One of the few benefits of the library was that it allowed his quiet words to be easily heard and understood. Unfortunately the second part of the question was a mystery. Angel didn’t know what theory or practical was so after a moment of hesitation he said “Theory?” He hoped it was what she wanted him to say, and the slight hesitation and confusion in his voice would probably be enough for Dulce to pick up on after working with him so often. Dealing with Angel required intense concentration not on what he said, but on how he said it as well as his body language to understand what he was trying to convey.

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Dulce

December 18, 2011 6:42 PM

Right by Dulce

Dulce listened to him in quiet interest as she jotted down what he was telling her. Most of these lessons weren’t difficult, but for someone who was having trouble with either the theory or the practical part, the lessons were probably torture. After having spent so much time with Angel, she was still finding it difficult to pinpoint what it was that Angel was having the most difficulty with because he would barely talk to her.

She didn’t know what sort of life he had outside of Sonora, but she could guarantee that it probably wasn’t a very pretty one. His mannerisms, his lack of eye contact, his soft speaking ways, and lack of self awareness had Dulce believing that a lot of hate and aggression was filled in his boy’s life. It was sad and Dulce didn’t want his experience at Sonora to be tainted. He should be allowed some good experiences in his life. If he couldn’t have them at home, than he would have to have them here.

Dulce smiled at him when he gave a hesitant response to her question. She had forgotten that she had to be more simplistic with her questions because Angel’s understanding was still very limited. “What I mean to say, Angel, is do you have trouble with the books and the written portions of your lessons or do you have more trouble using your wand – in the case of potions, potion making – portions of your lessons?” She explained. “I don’t want to focus on the parts of the lessons you’re doing well in, but rather, work on the parts that you know you need help in.” She would eventually help in all aspects of lessons, but if she couldn’t help him at his weakest, she wouldn’t be able to help him at his greatest either.

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Angel

January 13, 2012 3:33 PM

... by Angel

Angel’s ghostly fingers plucked restlessly at the edge of his quill as he spoke, reducing the abused feather to tatters as he struggled to communicate. The uneasy movement stilled as she spoke and relief washed though the young albino. “Reading, writing…words.” It all came down to that really, words. They were impossible things, difficult to grasp, and they felt clunky and ineffective on his lips. If he was forced to string more than a couple together at a time they became a tangled mess and the meaning of what he tried to convey was lost as he grappled with the words. Why they came so difficultly for him was a mystery to Angel. None of the other students seemed to struggle with the act of communicating, so why did he?

Again his eyes dropped to the table in front of him, he didn’t want to see if his admission inspired anger in the older girl. Every session with Dulce was tinged with worry, with the thought that this time she would see how unreachable he was, that this time she would finally throw her hands up and say he was too stupid to learn. But, to his endless confusion she never did, even though he always expected it to happen.

Maybe…I can learn, maybe she can teach me The thought was almost startling in its clarity and his crimson eyes flashed up to stare at her for a breathless moment before they fell again, his sickly pale cheeks turned pink as he let the idea grow. In the beginning of the year his assignments had been completely disastrous, even with extensive help from Dulce most of them barely passed, or failed all together. Now, his work was still bad, but maybe…maybe it wasn’t quite as bad as it had been.

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