Professor O'Leary
August 10, 2008 4:10 PM
Lesson II: Third through Fifth Years by Professor O'Leary
Before class began, Drake walked around the room, whistling, yes, whistling, as he placed a random item on each student’s desk for the lesson he had planned. Every year, immediately following midterm, found Drake to be in the unusual mood of being chipper, which lasted only for about the span of a week. It was mostly due to the fact that during the midterms, he was able to go back to his roots, to his passion for ice-skating, but it was a passion that he gave up long ago, reserved only for certain times.However, despite his good mood, he was still dressed in his obligatory black robes. He had a set for every single day, preferring them to any other color or style. The ones that he owned were long and flowing, giving his gaunt frame a bit more to it than if he wore something more form fitting. The other positive, at least, a positive to him, about the robes were that they gave him a somewhat menacing appearance. Unfortunately, this seemed to work best on the younger students, as the older ones tended not to be so impressed.
Of course, it made sense that they wouldn’t be, giving their age range. Adolescents tended not to be impressed by anything that an adult did. It was more important to be impressed by their peers and to impress their peers, which made it even more difficult to get through to them the importance of learning defense on top of the fact that many of the students thought they would never need it. When he had been their age, he had been just like them. He had been just like them for years after that until just how far someone would go to win had come into play.
Regardless of whether or not they realized just how valuable what they learned (not just in this class, but in every class) was, he would do his best to provide them with the quality of education they deserved, which meant this class would be more than just idle time to catch up on other classwork or to gossip with friends. As he placed the last item on the last desk, students began to trickle in signaling that class was about to start. Moving to the front of the room, he used his wand to place the following on the board:
Disillusionment Charms
Acclaro Prastigiae – reveal an illusion
Creo Prastigiae – create an illusion
Once this was finished, it appeared that everyone was seated and ready to begin. “Welcome back. I trust you all had a good break and are ready to begin learning once more. Today’s lesson is going to focus on Disillusionment Charms. As the name suggests, these charms are used to create or reveal an illusion. These charms are useful for keeping an object, or if the magic is advanced enough, a person, hidden or to reveal what has been hidden. This differs from what you learned previously with Specialis Revelio, because Specialis Revelio reveals magic hidden within the object whereas Acclaro Prastigiae reveals the object itself. These charms are especially useful for anyone considering being an Auror or a similar career path.” The charms were also useful for any teenager wishing to keep something hidden from roommates, parents, or the obnoxious sibling, but he wasn’t about to state such, even though, it was one of the things he had used the charms for when he was growing up.
“Creo Prastigiae works by casting an illusion over the object, which makes it blend in with its surroundings. To perform the charm, wave your wand, as so,” he said, as he flourished his wand towards his desk,” and state firmly Creo Prastigiae.” With this, his desk seemingly disappeared. After doing so, he did the same thing to demonstrate how to reveal the object using Acclaro Prastigiae. “To practice these charms, I want everyone to divide into groups of two. Each person will cast Creo Prastigiae on the given item. Once both people have successfully accomplished this, I want you to switch items with your partner and attempt to reveal the object using Acclaro Prastigiae. If you have questions, raise your hand and I’ll be around. Otherwise, you may begin.”
OOC: Please remember that posts should be a minimum of ten well-written sentences. Points will be rewarded based on length, detail, etc. Most importantly, be creative and have fun!
Subthreads: Where should I hide? by Paul Tarwater with Echo Elms, Paul
Da-da-da, I feel <i>pretty</i> (WotW) by Cissy Tarwater with Josh Santoro, Cissy
Pink Bunnies? by Danae Dupree with Elly Eriksson, Danae
Hopefully finding a partner by Hannah Laurent with Oliver Abbott, Hannah
Partners? (Tag-Talitha) by Adam Brockert with Talitha Cumni, Talitha
Making an excuse for conversation (tag: Eavan) by Matt Santoro with Eavan Valentine, Matt
Just in the nick of time. by Amber Carey with Saul Pierce, Amber
Showing up by Devian Dupree with Rosalind Rabindra, Devian, Rosie
Ready and focused. Or rather trying to focus. by Meredith Lail
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Hannah Laurent
August 13, 2008 6:39 PM
Hopefully finding a partner by Hannah Laurent
Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the classes that Hannah felt indifferent towards. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t hate it either. Sometimes it was interesting. Sometimes it wasn’t. Today, it appeared that it might actually be the former. Pulling out her notebook and pen, she jotted down the spells, not feeling a need to write down anything else that was said. It was all fairly straightforward and she wasn’t planning on having a career where she would need to know the ins and outs of the charm. She merely needed to know what the charm did for class, for tests, and for personal reasons.While she waited for Professor O’Leary to finish, she twirled the pen between her fingers like a baton, thinking of the things that she could use the charm for. Since her cousin, Nicoletta, had moved in with them, she was now sharing a room with her little sister. It wasn’t that she minded sharing a room so much since it was only for midterm and summer, and though, she shared most things with Addie, there were some things that were private, like her journal. She didn’t think that Addie would bother it, but she didn’t want to take the chance since there were some rather private entries in it, especially now that she was beginning to notice the other gender. As such, she was also more aware of herself, which was rather awkward.
Testament to this awkwardness had occurred over midterm. Nic had brought her boyfriend, Adam, home with her. It was really weird to have a sixteen-year-old strange boy in her home. She had no idea how to act around him and it just made her all the more focused on her behavior. She had ended up talking incessantly, especially about Quidditch, whenever she was around him, as a need to fill the uncomfortable silence, and was thankful that she hadn’t actually been around the couple all that often.
Oops. She had been daydreaming and missed the rest of the instructions, but it didn’t seem too hard to figure out, as people were starting to pair off. Group work. They had to work with other people in every class. It seemed to be the favorite torment of professors. At any rate, she thought so. She didn’t have a lot of friends, so she didn’t have many people that she could work with. With a sigh, she turned to the person next to her and asked, “Want to be my partner?”
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Oliver Abbott
August 14, 2008 12:39 PM
Am I up to scratch? by Oliver Abbott
Old Eerie was still creepy, and always would be, but Oliver was starting to get used to him now. Besides which, he didn't seem half so creepy round the start of term than at the end. Maybe he got cranky with too much teaching?The class sounded okay - not really cool like disarming or a patronus or anything, but illusion charms would have their uses. Pair work was, of course, the norm, and Oliver seemed to find a partner quite quickly. "Want to be my partner?” came a voice from next to him. Oliver turned to see Hannah next to him, and thought his stomach might have melted.
He usually worked with Talitha in DADA, but there was no way he was going to let Hannah down. He hadn't managed to speak to her much this year. Not that he usually prattled on for hours, but he couldn't see Hannah without thinking of her in that ball gown. And that often reminded him that she had been the only girl in the lower years voted most good looking in the yearbook, and that was sure proof that no way would she ever want to talk to him. Then he sternly reminded himself that no way was Hannah that shallow, and she might even want to talk to him, but by this time his thoughts were too confused to form coherent sentences, and he was in very real danger of blushing. So it came that Oliver had tended to not say anything past 'hi' if they ever met in corridors.
"Yes, I'll be your partner," Oliver replied, managing to keep his voice within one octave, but it definitely wasn't as cool and refined as he'd have liked it. Plus his insides felt as though they'd been removed, and his face was rather warmer than usual.
And then, for some as yet unknown reason, his mouth added, "Did you have a good midterm?" before his brain could stop him. If he could get through this class without feeling like a total idiot it would be a miracle.
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Hannah
August 14, 2008 9:35 PM
Of course! by Hannah
A grin of relief spread across Hannah’s face when Oliver said he would be her partner. She had been worried for a moment when she had asked him. There were few people that she knew for a fact that she got along well with. At the dance, she had ended up having a great time and she thought that Oliver could be one of those people, but after the dance, he had said nothing more than simple greeting to her. This made her think that maybe he hadn’t had as good of a time as she did, but logically speaking, if he did dislike her, then he wouldn’t have agreed to be her partner nor would he have just asked about her midterm.“Yeah, mostly. It was a bit weird. My cousin’s living with us now. She’s sixteen and brought her boyfriend with her,” Hannah explained, as she began examining the object that she was supposed to make disappear. It was a compact. Opening it up, she discovered it had a mirror on either side. Lovely. Making a mirror invisible meant the possibility of accidentally knocking it on the floor, which meant seven years of bad luck. Hannah wasn’t an overly superstitious person, but at the same time, when one lived in a world of magic, not taking the chance was better, especially given within that seven years, she wanted to try out professionally for Quidditch.
Glancing over at Oliver, she continued on the line of Quidditch. “Christmas was good, though. I got a new pair of Quidditch gloves since I outgrew my other ones. And my dad was talking about how maybe he would be able to take some time off this summer, so we could all go to a game.” Realizing that she was beginning to talk a bit much, she stopped, biting her lip, knowing that if she didn’t, she could have just continued on and on, especially about Quidditch. “Sorry,” she apologized with a sheepish smile. “So, um, how was your midterm? Did you stay here or go home?” She always wondered if one stayed what they would do at the school. She imagined it might have been fairly boring with everyone else gone.
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Of course!
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Oliver
August 15, 2008 11:17 AM
Excellent. by Oliver
Well, hey. She smiled. Oliver decided to take that as an indication that Hannah did actually want to talk to him, and he returned the gesture. Also, she didn't seem to think his question about midterm had been stupid. Bonus."Oh right," Oliver said, when Hannah mentioned her cousin living with them. He didn't know if he even had any cousins; aside from his Uncle Raymond, his parents had severed ties with the rest of their families when they'd destroyed their wands. Or, perhaps more acurately, the family had severed ties with them.
The comments about Quidditch were more on a level that Oliver could process. Quidditch gloves were a cool present to get, and going to a game would be awesome. "Awesome," he said. Then Hannah said sorry, and Oliver wasn't sure why, but then she asked about his own midterm.
"Yeah, it was okay," he replied. "I went home, caught up with the family, you know." For some reason he didn't want to mention that Talitha had been over during the holiday. Yet not mentioning it almost felt like lying, and Oliver found himself momentarily avoiding Hannah's gaze. He focused instead on his object. It was a rather ugly small pewter bowl, with a bit of a dent in one side. "Think I might have convinced my sister to come to Sonora next year," he said with a grin. He was fairly sure he'd told Hannah at the ball about how his brother went to Muggle school, and his sister was still undecided where she would attend.
"But yeah, going to a Quidditch game, that must be amazing," he repeated his sentiments. Then, because he didn't really know what else to say, he went back to looking at the bowl again. It was more like a dish really. Why didn't his brain work properly when he was talking to Hannah?
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Excellent.
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Hannah
August 16, 2008 7:25 PM
Most excellent. by Hannah
“That’s great!” Hannah exclaimed at the mention of his sister. She remembered how excited they had been when Addie had gotten her letter of acceptance. They had celebrated by going to the local ice cream shop to get sundaes. Unfortunately, that excitement was short-lived once school had started. Addie had wanted to go home within the first two weeks, and over the summer, her little sister had seriously entertained the possibility of not coming back. She wanted to be home-schooled like some of the other young wizards and witches in their community.For the better part of the summer, she had tried to convince Addie to give Sonora another chance. She pointed out that she had made a couple of friends. They just weren’t in her dorm and there was no rule that said you had to be friends with people in the same House, but if she did want to be friends with them, Hannah had suggested trying out for Quidditch. She knew her sister wasn’t horrible at it. She was just unconfident, but still it went in one ear and out the other until Nicoletta suggested going back to school and supported Addie when she mentioned trying out for Quidditch. It had annoyed Hannah to no end that her sister had listened to their cousin before her.
Of course, Hannah was sure that Oliver’s sister would have nothing to worry about, especially if she were anything like her big brother. She always thought of Oliver as a fairly social person. She sometimes saw him hanging around a couple of the girls from his House, so she figured he was a nice person, which was one of the reasons that she wanted to get to know him. Though, unfortunately, conversation didn’t seem to be a forte, as he mentioned Quidditch again. Or maybe he just really liked Quidditch? He was on the team after all.
Figuring that it was a good starter for conversation, Hannah rolled with it. “Yeah. I went to one like three years ago and it was amazing, but we haven’t gotten to go again since things are normally crazy at the restaurant in the summer. Tourist season and all.” It kept her dad busy on the boats catching fish and the like and her mom busy helping out in the actual restaurant. “But if we do get to go, I really want to go see the Fitchburg Finches. Even if we don’t, it’ll be great just to see any new moves from the Seekers.” It was the position Hannah currently played and the one that she hoped to play professionally one day, providing she was good enough. “Who’s your favorite team?”
Not wanting to get into trouble for not doing her work, Hannah focused some of her attention on her object, figuring she should try the spell given that she actually wanted to be able to use it later. Pulling out her wand, a beautiful willow, she pointed it towards the object, “Creo Prastigiae!” And the object just sat there. She tried it again and again nothing happened. She frowned a bit. What was she doing wrong? Maybe it was her wand movement? Well, that would teach her not to pay attention during a lesson. Turning once more to Oliver, she asked, “Having any luck with your object? I think I’m doing something wrong. I think I have the words right, but I keep moving my wand like this,” she repeated the movement, “and nothing happens.”
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Most excellent.
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Oliver
August 18, 2008 11:13 AM
Spectacular by Oliver
Hannah kept talking about Quidditch, which was great, because that was something Oliver could at least relate to. The problem was, he didn't seem to be having very much luck focusing on her words. He was watching her mouth, the way it moved when she talked. Then every time he caught himself doing it, which was about every other second, he immediately looked to her eyes instead; her bright blue eyes. Then, before he knew how it had happened, he was looking at her mouth again. Was this normal? It certainly didn't feel normal. Plus Oliver only caught bits of what she was saying, but he managed to keep the general gist of it. As such, he only realized he'd been asked a question because the silence stretched out a tiny bit too long."Um, Chicago Chimeras," he hurriedly replied. This time his voice did do that cool, refined thing he'd been hoping for (in his own mind, at least). Excellent. "Home team," he added clarification, because so many Chimera supporters just affiliated themselves with the team because of their recent rise in the league over the past couple of years.
Well, conversation seemed like a lost cause for Oliver. Firstly because he couldn't concentrate on anything Hannah was saying, which was not only rude but probably made him out to look stupid. Secondly because he couldn't think of anything interesting to say. Or anything at all, really.
Following Hannah's example, Oliver turned back to his object. He picked his wand up in preparation for the spell, and discovered that his palms were warm and sweaty. Nice. "Creo Prastigiae! Oliver cast the spell and was pleased to note that the bowl had at least made some effort to disappear. There was still a metallic outline, betraying its shape, but it was not so solid as it had been. A second attempt at the spell worked nicely, rendering the object completely invisible. With a grin, Oliver turned to see whether Hannah was succeeding, too, only to see her object was still there.
"I think I’m doing something wrong," she said, and Oliver was tempted to agree. It had been Jordanna Howard who had really taught Oliver to use his wand, back in first year. He'd been forever thankful, perhaps now more than ever.
"You might be holding your wand too rigid," Oliver said, adopting what he hoped was a helpful, rather than instructive, tone. "Here." Having made sure his hands were no longer damp by rubbing them firmly on his robes, Oliver reached over and placed his hand over Hannah's around her wand. As he touched her he felt his breath catch in his throat, and he tried to ignore how warm he suddenly felt. "Just loosen your grip a little," he said, "and your wrist." He moved his own hand this way and that until Hannah's hand felt looser below his.
"Okay," Oliver said, releasing her and sitting back. "See if that helped any." Even if it didn't help, Oliver wouldn't mind trying that again.
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Spectacular
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Hannah
August 29, 2008 11:41 PM
Fabulous by Hannah
’You might be holding your wand too rigid.’Hannah looked down at her hand holding the wand. Her knuckles did look a little white. She never would have entertained the idea that she held her wand too tightly. She had always thought one was supposed to in order to prevent it from flying off and hitting someone or doing some other dumb thing. But it made sense. Whenever a professor demonstrated spells, their movements always seemed fluid, like their wand was just floating through the air, merely guided by their hand.
Before she could loosen her grip to attempt the spell again, she felt a warm hand on hers. Initially, she tensed at the contact. A funny, nervous feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She had gotten them often over midterm, sometimes around Adam and sometimes around one of her guy friends. Now, here it was happening again. Hannah wondered if she should go to see the medic, because it couldn’t be normal to keep feeling this way, but she was worried that if she did, she wouldn’t be taken any more seriously than when she had told her mother. All that had earned her was a repeat talk about her changing body. Ew gross.
She really didn’t see how telling her what she already knew was going to help any. She was genuinely scared that something was really wrong with her. Why else would she have been feeling like this? She had written in her journal about it and she had told Addie, who claimed it was because she was beginning to like boys, but Hannah had dismissed that notion as not possibly being true. Boys were just friends, weren’t they? If she started to like them as more, then wouldn’t that mean she couldn’t be their friend anymore? It was all terribly confusing and she didn’t like to think about it much, other than when writing in her journal, but it was hard not to when Oliver was moving her hand this way and that with his.
That’s right, she really needed to concentrate on what she was doing and not what Oliver was doing. Trying to relax, she loosened her grip on the wand. She had to admit it did feel better. Maybe, it really would help when she tried out the spell once her hand was released, which came soon enough. And when it did, Hannah couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. Why would she feel that way? She hadn’t felt like this when one of her friends had helped her with her grip on her softball bat, but then that had been over summer. She dared to sneak a glance at her partner before turning her attention back to her object. She would have to figure it all out later.
Right now, Hannah stared hard at the stuffed kitten. Professor O’Leary certainly handed out odd objects sometimes, but she supposed that this one might have come from his daughter. “You will disappear,” she whispered right before casting the spell. It didn’t disappear, but it seemed a little lighter. Five more times and the kitten disappeared completely. She did it! In her excitement, she turned to Oliver with a wide grin and touched his arm. “I did it! We did it!” She said elatedly. Taking a breath, she slowed down. “Thanks, Oliver. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without your help. Maybe, I’ll even be able to do the next part. Ready to trade?”
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Fabulous
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Oliver
September 01, 2008 2:19 PM
Wonderful by Oliver
Watching Hannah quietly instruct her stuffed kitten to disappear brought a smile to Oliver's lips. He couldn't help it, anymore than he could help thinking how unbelievably cute that was. He registered that thought with no small amount of surprise; he thought Hannah was cute. Not only that, but she was incredibly pretty, and smart, too: After just a few more tries the stuffed toy did as it was bade and disappeared.Oliver felt somewhat dizzy as Hannah touched his arm, and he did his very best not to look to vacant, but his ever-present smile was undoubtedly giving him a geeky quality. "Yeah, that was great," he said, not convinced his brain and mouth were really communicating all that well. "You've got that one down alright." What in Merlin's name was he talking about?
Trying to regain some control over, well, anything, Oliver groped for the invisible bowl and managed to located it without too much trouble. "Yes," he said, hopefully sounding normal. "Let's trade. We'll crack this one together," he said, with a far more relaxed smile. Finally, his senses seemed to be returning to him. It was absolutely no good his liking Hannah if he turned into this gibbering idiot whenever he was around her.
Passing the bowl to Hannah, Oliver made sure his fingers brushed against hers, and he fought down another grin. Julian made having a girlfriend look so easy; Oliver wasn't sure he'd ever be able to spend time with Hannah ever again after this class without dying of shame.
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Hannah
September 01, 2008 11:03 PM
Marvelous by Hannah
Hannah took the invisible bowl that was passed to her. If it hadn’t been for Oliver’s fingers brushing against her own causing a faded blush and a more intense nervous feeling, she might have considered just how odd it was to be holding her hand around the rim of the bowl, yet not seeing the bowl. Instead, she accidentally dropped the bowl. Thankfully, it hadn’t been sitting too far above the desk and, though, it made a slight clank against the desk, it didn’t sound as if it had broken at all. She just hoped that when she managed to make it visible again that proved true.Before she attempted the second spell, she fumbled around on her desk a bit to locate the stuffed kitten. If she ended up making both visible, it would defeat the purpose of working with a partner. Once located, she set it on Oliver’s desk rather than handing it to him in an effort to avoid brushing against his fingers again. If she did, she was worried that the warmth that she felt would become more apparent and would then turn into one more of embarrassment for having blushed at all. She just hoped that he hadn’t noticed any of it, because she was just horribly awkward and weird. At least, that’s how it felt.
After doing so, Hannah quickly turned her attention back to the invisible object that was somewhere on her desk. Well, this would be interesting. She was supposed to point her wand somewhere, which the question was where was the somewhere that she was to be pointing? Using her left hand, she felt around on the desk until she felt the bowl. She kept it there for a moment, moving it only when she cast the spell. Unfortunately, by being concentrated on this, she ended up holding her wand too tightly again, so as would be expected, the spell failed. And she repeated this for a couple tries.
A sigh of frustration came from Hannah, as she propped her elbow up on the desk and leaned her head on her hand. What was she doing wrong? She glanced over at Oliver and a small ‘oh’ formed on her lips. Her wand. Trying again, she made sure to relax her grip and attempted the spell again. It took another few tries, but the bowl came into being, but she was sure it was a lighter color than it was originally. Oh well. It was visible and that’s all that mattered. All smiles, she turned once more to Oliver, more than pleased with her accomplishment, which was all thanks to him. “You’re a really good teacher. I never thought about the way I used my wand before. Maybe that’s why I have trouble with all my spells. Do you think you could help me? You know, if you aren’t too busy?”
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Marvelous
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Oliver
September 07, 2008 3:24 PM
Amazing by Oliver
Oliver wished he could read girl. Hannah wasn't looking at him much, whereas he could hardly take his eyes off her. Did that mean she didn't like him? Well, not beyond friends, anyway. Maybe this was just one of a huge number fo things that girls did differently. Maybe Oliver was just kidding himself. Especially seeing as Hannah didn't even pass her object over; she just put it on Oliver's desk in front of him. Maybe she hadn't appreciated the brief touching of fingers. There was only one thing Oliver knew for certain: there were far too many 'maybe's.As Hannah set to work, Oliver mentally smacked himself and refused to look over at her, even though his eyes were drawn in that direction more often than any other. If nothing else he could always try and impress her with his magical finesse. Focaussing more intently on getting a spell right than he ever had done, Oliver cast the revealling spell at the object. He couldn't hide the slightly smug smile of satisfaction as the kitten reappeared. Not entirely, it was still quite hazy, but another couple of goes later and Oliver knew he had the spell down to an art. Finally he allowed himself to look at Hannah, and, to his delight, she was smiling at him.
"You’re a really good teacher," Hannah said, and her voice was so floaty and her face so glowy when she smiled. oliver knew his ears were red as beetroots. "Do you think you could help me? You know, if you aren’t too busy?”
Oliver swallowed hard and even blinked a couple of times. Was this an invite to spend lots more time with Hannah? Maybe even one-on-one time with Hannah? Oliver's surprised smile split into as relaxed grin as he could manage (though he doubted it looked relaxed - probably closer to crazed until he got some control over it). "Yeah -" he cleared his throat, "I mean, yes, I'm sure I could manage that." He looked at her again, and right into her eyes, and he couldn't feel most part of his body anymore (excpet his tongue, which for some reason felt far too big for his mouth). "You're a very fast learner," he told her. And beautiful and smart and I need to stop looking at you, his inner monologue continued inanely.
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Hannah
September 16, 2008 12:39 AM
Unbelievable by Hannah
Hannah was so thrilled over the compliment in regards to her learning that she didn’t turn away when she blushed over it and instead just stayed smiling at Oliver. She probably looked like an imbecile just sitting there and grinning, but she honestly didn’t care since she was so happy. Plus, Oliver had agreed to spend time with her, which meant that she was going to be able to practice all her other spells with a bit of help. Oh. Her smile faltered a little. She was going to be spending more time with Oliver, which was good, right? She would get to spend time with him and work on spells, but it made her a little nervous.Why was she so nervous, but really happy too? Oliver was just a boy, just like the ones back home, the ones that she played sports with, the ones that she was just like one of the boys with. And none of that explained the actual reason behind her feelings just why she shouldn’t be feeling that way. She turned her head, her blonde hair covering her face, as she tried to shoo away her jumbled up thoughts, which she could examine later. She should be concentrating on what was occurring at this moment. They had just finished the assignment and had done well on it. Of course, she had done well, because of Oliver’s help.
And if Hannah did this well with just a little bit of help, she could only imagine how well she would do with even more help from Oliver since he had agreed to help her. Now, she just had to find out when they were both available. She pulled out her planner (she would be lost without it) and flipped to the week they were currently in. Leaning over to Oliver, she showed him her schedule. Marked in the calendar was her school schedule and Quidditch practice. “I have these days free,” she said, pointing to them. “Are you available then?” She hoped that one of their free days mixed since he had practice too.
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Unbelievable
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Oliver
September 20, 2008 5:53 PM
Astounding by Oliver
There was a moment of confusion while Hannah reached into her bag, but soon she produced a school schedule, and Oliver understood. He wasn't so organised as to have an actual written timetable himself, but he did know where he was supposed to be most of the time. Oliver leant over the schedule to get a better view, and he did his utmost to ignore how close he was to Hannah while he tried to find some spare time they had in common. "Here," he said, tapping the timetable with his finger. "Wednesday next week, after classes." He looked up at Hannah and he was really close to her now, but it had stopped feeling weird. Well that was a good start - jibbering idiot was probably not an attractive look. Thankfully it seemed to wear off after a while. "We could meet in the library next week, if that suits you?"On the one hand, Oliver was really looking forward to meeting up again with Hannah. They were a lot closer now than they had been at the ball last year, and Oliver was still thoroughly pleased he'd invited her. Yet on the other hand, he didn't know how Hannah felt about him, and that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Still, the last time Oliver had plucked up the courage to ask hannah something, they'd had a good time at the ball and now they were going to be meeting for extra tuition. Ah, that. Oliver wasn't truly convinced he could teach her anything. After all, it could just have been fluke she got the spells down after he readjusted her wand. but even so, they could always use the time to study together, and that would benefit them both. Then, maybe, if Oliver felt things were going well, he could ask Hannah to.. what? Be his girlfriend? Oliver thought he would need to work on the phrasing, but the concept itself was thrilling.
(OOC: If you want to start a library thread I'll join you there)
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Astounding
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