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Asher Tallow

January 04, 2006 8:36 PM

Looks like Earl got his snow. . . by Asher Tallow

Asher found that she wasn't in the least bit homesick. In fact, she was as far from homesick as was humanly possible. Even more in fact, Sonora felt so much like home that she almost wished she was homesick, if only because it would mean that she would be warm. Sonora, for being in a desert- a desert for Merlin's sake!- was ungodly cold. Snow drifts were normal in Montana, as was frost, cold-burnt noses, icicles, three layers thick gloves, and ear muffs. In Arizona, however, Asher was fairly certain such things were not at all normal.

But then again, whenever had something involved with magic been normal?

Currently, she was decked out in what was considered normal wear when tredging through two feet of snow back in Waxonberry: thermal stretch tee, turtleneck, sweater, thermal leggings, jeans, knee high wool socks, gloves, knit cap, and scarf. The coat was absent as someone had apparently thought it cute to "borrow" it from her trunk. The school was cold. Teeth-aching cold. Nose-numbing cold. And never before had Asher been thankful for the trek up to the Astronomy tower.

By the time she had reached the classroom at the top of the tower, she no longer felt the need for her scarf or cap. Her cheeks glowed with that gut-filling mix of rushing blood and chilled skin. Her fingers tingled and when she exhaled, her breath left a long trail of whitened fog behind her. Asher stepped into class with a crooked grin, and slammed down into her chair with obvious relish.

Her grin slipped once she was reminded of her class's instructor: Dai Oni. The professor's appearence seemed remarkably appropriate considering the irregular weather. Asher promptly ignored whatever it was Dai Oni began saying and instead began tinkering with the puzzle box her father gave her for christmas. It was charmed to present a different puzzle for each day of the year, and she still had yesterday's puzzle to work out. She jiggled the red triangle loose while tentatively working in the rectangular blue piece.

Dai Oni mentioned something about jovian and cancellations. She tugged on the orange trapezoid that was wedged in between the red triangle and the blue rectangle.

". . .like a thousand times bigger than Earth and it has 28 moons, or is it 27? No, 28...anyways, it's made of mostly gas and uh...I can't remember anything else."

She looked up briefly and recognized the speaker as a girl from the quidditch scrimmage. Asher could quote the book verbatim if necessary; she had read it after all. But that didn't mean that she was about to actively participate in class or anything. Jupitor was boring anyway.

"No point in remembering boring things, anyway," she repeated aloud, her voice purposely kept low. Her volume grew, however, when the trapezoid fell into place and the puzzle box gave a pleasant chirrup of congratulations. "Go me!"\n\n

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Asher Tallow

January 05, 2006 5:51 AM

Sucks to your asmar, Dai Oni! by Asher Tallow

The puzzle's glow of completion faded into a soft yellow that warmed her fingers even through the thick wool of her gloves. Asher set it down to rest atop her desk and gave her seat partner, Earl, a quick flash of small teeth. She failed to notice the nearing of a much circling Dai Oni, and instead returned Earl's slightly muffled greeting.

"Same to you, Earl Valentine." She eyed his over-abundance of layers with a slightly smug smirk. "Not that there's much to see of you in all those clothes. You're not cold, or something, are you?"

The rhetorical question went unchecked, and for a short three seconds, Asher continued to grin at her friend. The interval ended by the sudden arrival of an icy presence; she could downright feel the brusque chill of her professor's presence as Dai Oni sent a much too close frosty stare her way.

"“Miss Tallow. You were supposed to closely study the information to relay to the class. Tell us how large Jupiter is compared to Earth and how many moons are in its orbit.”

Asher bit back a gasp of protest as Dai Oni snatched at her completed puzzle box. The fact that Dai Oni almost immediately put it back down did little to appease her rising anger. That box was a present from her father, and Dai Oni certainly had no right to touch it. "And put this away. If it continues to be a distraction, I’ll have to keep hold of it until the end of class.”

Asher clutched the returned box to her chest and glared openly at her professor. "It's not a distraction," she stated snippily. "I did my homework, and I can answer your questions. Jupitor's mass is 318 times that of Earth's-" quoted verbatim, of course, "- and has 63 known satellites in its orbit. That we know of," she added. Her knowledge on the latter part was as equally as due to her memory quirk as the former was.

She shoved the puzzle box which had morphed into a pyramid of compressed shapes about the size of her palm into the recesses of her jeans' pocket. With her present safely secured away, Asher continued. "And I wasn't distracted. We weren't even really doing anything. You didn't say we had to answer your questions, anyway. If something's mandatory, you should say so. We can't mind read, after all."

She glowered beneath the heavy line of her bangs and inwardly wished that Dai Oni would get mad, if only because it would mean she might get sent from the class. Astronomy was boring, and the room was cold. And Asher really, really, really didn't like Dai Oni.

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Jane

March 07, 2012 10:34 PM

So there are by Jane

For a moment, Jane studied Arthur, not quite sure what to make of his remark. Then she shrugged and decided to simply be amused by the viewpoint he was expressing. She did not really see Arthur as someone who was going to be much to her in any way, and who was not very likely, despite his intelligence, to be anyone of great importance in their family, either. This conversation was as insignificant as every other she was in.

“For a gentleman, maybe,” she conceded. “But sometimes it’s different for us. They tell us that husbands don’t like it when their wives – begin in a position of strength.”

This cousin did have an unusual way with words, she’d give him that. He almost reminded her of how Edmond used to talk all the time, but he had an air that suggested, to her, more of an effort to come across as a tough adult than Edmond ever had. Her brother had almost always seemed to lack affectations and pretensions, where Arthur seemed almost more like his life was just a role he played on some poorly-defined stage.

Unless she was just projecting some of her own tendencies and feelings onto his stiffly controlled manner, of course. That did seem entirely possible, though she hoped it wasn’t true. The concept of using other people as her mirrors, seeing other people as mirrors made to reflect what she wanted to see back at her, was unsettling; she didn’t like it. Better to be a mirror than to use one. More ethical, definitely. Safer, certainly. The two combined made for a difficult argument to overcome.

She closed her eyes firmly for a second and decided to turn the topic back to Divination, before this got unseemly or they just got caught chatting about oddities and got into trouble. She was sure neither of them wanted that. It might make the day more interesting, but her father and his mother wouldn’t be impressed, she imagined. She didn’t know Lorraine personally, but she had seen her at a distance a few times, and she looked much more…formidable…than Anthony VII.

“Anyway,” she said, dismissing their previous topic. “So that you know, Arthur, I don’t always remember my dreams very well. I might get things all mixed up, or remember things half of the way through, or something like that which will mess everything up. And I’m not sure if any of them mean anything, anyway.”

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Amira Thornton, Pecari

August 16, 2013 5:17 PM

I'm always hungry! by Amira Thornton, Pecari

Amira was very focused on Pecari’s Quidditch Team and a hopeful win for them. She wanted nothing more than to show herself and her house that they were winners. They weren’t just always going to be the underdog. They’ve won before, and they can win again. Best thing about it was if and when they did, they’d be playing Teppenpaw. The two underdogs would be a nice Final Game for a change. She smiled in her focused planning and glanced at the time. Her mouth fell and realized that she was almost late for Muggle Studies Class!

She rushed around, grabbing her books and went to class. She snuck into the room right at the time it started and followed the others towards Professor Chambers’ desk as she seemed to have requested of them. Having gotten there, she took a moment to glance around at her surroundings. It looked almost like they were in a Muggle Kitchen. “Hm…” she thought aloud as she looked to the Professor who started talking at that time. Amira had done the project, even though her oldest sister was to be married, any extra credit was a good thing to her. Anything to make her grades look better! She handed it in neatly to the professor and wondered what exactly they would be doing in their hands on class. The young Muggle Studies professor had even dressed the part. Amira wondered what was up with this lady, but she shrugged it off. It wasn’t important, after all.

Though the Pecari wondered why she’d dressed up, she didn’t ask, but she also didn’t have to. The young lady told them all moments after the 6th Year wondered. Right… We’re pairing up and cooking breakfast… she rolled her eyes slightly. This will be the easiest good grade ever… I do this all the time… she added as she went over to one of the set up areas. She didn’t care if she made anything complicated, she’d done it all before and she’d do it all again.

Amira looked around her as students seemed to split into groups and she looked at those who had joined her. “Okay… What recipe do we want to use?” she asked them, as Professor Chambers came up to their group and told them that she would show them how to make French Toast. Amira wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, that she knew how to make French Toast, but she didn’t want the new teacher to have a bad opinion of her. The Pecari Captain just kept quiet and watched both the professor and her classmates to see any reaction from any of them.

When the finished French Toast was placed before them, she smiled and took in the scent. She loved that smell. Any smell of fresh, homemade cooking, really. Maybe that’s why I like Baking Club so much? she thought, making a note to tell Waverly thank you for starting it, as she looked at her partner(s) and said, “Well, ready?” she asked.

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Mira

September 04, 2013 3:43 PM

Really? Cool! Something in common! by Mira

Amira was slightly surprised to see that Michael had been the first person to answer her. She wasn’t expecting to see him jump at the chance to work with her, any more than she was for anyone else to do the same thing. She wasn’t so well liked, and she knew it. The best thing though, was that it didn’t really bother her. She was Captain of Pecari’s Team and that was what was important to her. Quidditch and her grades, so she really didn’t need friends. Maybe it isn’t that I don’t need friends… Cause I probably do, maybe I’m just compensating for the lack of them? she wondered as she shook her head back into reality.

“Sure. Whatever you’d like to make is fine with me.” she said to him, knowing that she’d done all of the recipes before and none of them were all that hard. She did love to make all three recipes, with her favorites being French toast and omelets (as long as there was mozzarella cheese involved!) but if Michael wanted bacon and eggs, that would do for her. It was the easiest, after all.

Amira peeked back at the recipe card in her attempt at answering his question. “Uhm…” she said, as she read the card. “Nope, doesn’t say.” she said to him. “Scrambled is fine with me. I wonder if she’d dock us points if we added some cheese to the eggs that way? Have you ever had scrambled eggs with cheese before?” she asked him, wondering, for the first time about the boy that had Andri’s attention in her first year or two. Amira never really gave people much chance to get to know her, but Andri was trying to (in her own way) and she didn’t know how her other sisters were doing it.

When Michael asked her if she cooked with magic at home, she looked at him and actually smiled. “We use both magical and muggle ways at home actually. Mom is Pureblooded and Dad was Muggle, but Silas is Pureblood too, so…” Amira stopped in her tracks. Since when am I so talkative? she asked herself as she looked at Michael again.

“Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away… I’m not sure where that came from to be honest…” she added, confused, herself.

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