Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts.
WHO: Ivan and Emi
WHEN: October 19th, Tuesday afternoon
WHERE: Hogwarts Library
WHAT: Study dates, secluded corners, Chocolate Frogs, palm reading, and complaining about Professor Creepy Pedo McBadtouch - er, Professor Bonnefoy, that is. Really, what more could you ask for?
Divination had never been all that appealing to Emi - if only because she was often left staring blankly at damp clumps of tea leaves alongside her equally as stumped partner. However, memories of the countless Howlers her dear aunt had sent her (thankfully in Mayan and Spanish) had been enough to scare Emi into trying just a bit harder.
In other words, Emi had learned to get creative with her bullshitting.
Creative enough to enlist the help of a certain sixth year Slytherin, who seemed to also be having a hard time in the class.
Today, however, Emi really didn't want to be out. Instead, she wanted to be hulled up in her dormitory again, hidden behind the drapes of her bed, away from everyone else until she was able to shake off the nasty feeling of having had one Professor Bonnefoy just a bit too close for comfort.
But a promise was, as always, a promise. And it wouldn't be fair to cancel on Ivan on such short notice. So, breathing in deeply, Emi quickly tugged her copies of The Dream Oracle and Unfogging the Future before reaching inside her bag for a quill, parchment, and ink. Who knew? Perhaps this week they'd be able to get somewhere without having to come up with spectacular, far-fetched lies.
...Emi really doubted that.
WHEN: October 19th, Tuesday afternoon
WHERE: Hogwarts Library
WHAT: Study dates, secluded corners, Chocolate Frogs, palm reading, and complaining about Professor Creepy Pedo McBadtouch - er, Professor Bonnefoy, that is. Really, what more could you ask for?
Divination had never been all that appealing to Emi - if only because she was often left staring blankly at damp clumps of tea leaves alongside her equally as stumped partner. However, memories of the countless Howlers her dear aunt had sent her (thankfully in Mayan and Spanish) had been enough to scare Emi into trying just a bit harder.
In other words, Emi had learned to get creative with her bullshitting.
Creative enough to enlist the help of a certain sixth year Slytherin, who seemed to also be having a hard time in the class.
Today, however, Emi really didn't want to be out. Instead, she wanted to be hulled up in her dormitory again, hidden behind the drapes of her bed, away from everyone else until she was able to shake off the nasty feeling of having had one Professor Bonnefoy just a bit too close for comfort.
But a promise was, as always, a promise. And it wouldn't be fair to cancel on Ivan on such short notice. So, breathing in deeply, Emi quickly tugged her copies of The Dream Oracle and Unfogging the Future before reaching inside her bag for a quill, parchment, and ink. Who knew? Perhaps this week they'd be able to get somewhere without having to come up with spectacular, far-fetched lies.
...Emi really doubted that.