Marcus Williams
October 18, 2010 9:33 PM
When does this get fun? by Marcus Williams
It had been awhile since Marcus had started at Sonora. His first day or two being here had been a blast. There were a lot of girls and most of them were cool and the guys seemed alright too. Nova was a completely different story (and one of which he never wanted to make a new chapter with) and so were the professors. Some of the professors seemed cool, most were typical. Marcus, however, wasn’t going to trust any one of them after what happened in Transfiguration. He was done standing up and saying something. His mother told him to be honest and tell the truth, but all it got him was trouble.Marcus was a laid back guy normally. He always just went with whatever was brought his way. It was easier to do things that way than fight against it. But he felt unlike himself here. This was all completely new for him. He just didn’t know how he was supposed to be here. At home, he had always been one of the ‘rough ones’ because he lived in the city and because he was black. People automatically assumed he was aggressive. Of course, after a few years, he just became known as just Marcus and people around the area accepted him without complaint. He lived in both the rough world in the city and the safe world of the suburbs. And now he lived in the magical one, but he didn’t understand any of it. And he didn’t know how to learn anything that was more of a common sense thing and couldn’t be taught in books.
He spent much of his afternoons after classes in the common rooms, much like he was currently doing. He didn’t really talk much to others mainly because he figured he wouldn’t be back after midterm. His mother told him to keep his head positive and that maybe something good will change his mind. Marcus wasn’t going to hold his breath.
So, on this Saturday afternoon, like a few before, Marcus sat staring grudgingly at his Potions assignment trying to figure out why he would need to know how to make boil cure potion. Did magical people get boils a lot? And what exactly was a boil?
Frustrated, Marcus tossed his book onto the table and watched as it skidded straight into someone’s inkwell. “Oh wow, sorry!” Marcus exclaimed, jumping up to grab his book before the spilled ink got all over it. “Did I mess anything up?”
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Starbuck Gregory
October 21, 2010 12:08 PM
Maybe... by Starbuck Gregory
Starbuck wasn’t feeling social in fact all she wanted to do was write to Ishmael about staying home after midterm and not returning to Sonora. She had to face it in the three years she had been at the school she had been lonely most of the time. She missed her brother, her old school, and her friends there. She especially missed her girlfriend Farrah. Whose letters that had come daily, had now dwindled down to once every couple of weeks. Sure she knew she couldn’t expect Farrah to write every day but something was wrong.So that Saturday she sat down in the Pecari common room. She set down the parchment and the purple inkwell down. She picked up a quill and sighed. She even missed pens and notebooks. Why couldn’t wizards start using normal things like this? She sighed and dipped her quill into the inkwell and began her letter to Ishmael.
She heard the sound of the book hitting the table and skidding across the table. She jumped back quickly as the book hit her purple inkwell spilled all over her letter and even some on her t-shirt. “Oh wow, sorry! Did I mess anything up?” the boy across from said.
She shrugged and whipped out her wand quickly clearing up the mess, one of the first spells she had learned on her own. “Nothing I can’t handle.” She said with a smile. She wasn’t going to freak out and yell over spilled ink she knew well enough crazy accidents happened. “Starbuck Gregory.” She said holding out her hand.
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Marcus
October 25, 2010 7:28 PM
Maybe there is fun or maybe not? by Marcus
The girl didn’t seem all that upset about having her ink spilled all over the place. In fact, she only shrugged and with a quick flourish of her wand, cleaned up the mess that he had created. He really needed to learn that spell. His mother would love him forever if he could clean the entire house with nothing more than a wave of his wand.That would be one positive thing about staying at Sonora. He could learn things that would make life for him and his mother much much easier. Now if only he could move past all the negative things. Maybe he could. Maybe he couldn’t. He’d find out sooner or later and midterm was coming up soon which meant that him and his mother would have to sit down and discuss exactly what the two of them wanted to do. Did he want to stay in a world where he was even more of an outsider? Or, did he want to return to a world where he may never truly be happy? It seemed like a lose/lose situation.
“Marcus Williams.” He introduced, taking her hand for a quick but solid shake (his mother told him that a man’s handshake determined the type of worker he would be). “That was a cool spell that you used. If I had known such a thing existed, I would have learned it long before I stepped into this school.” Marcus joked.
By the look of the girl, Marcus assumed she was an intermediate student. She had to have a couple of years on her. Plus, he was pretty sure he had seen her on that team that plays that weird sport in the air. “Hey, you’ve been here for a couple of years now, right?” Marcus asked rhetorically. “Does this get better? I mean, nothing makes sense to me here, shouldn’t it? If I wasn’t truly a –muggle- or whatever, shouldn’t I feel more connected here?” He asked her. “I just feel lost and completely on my own here.”
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