Divination Room

[lovelycassie]

WHO: Sasha Nein & Cassie Ainsworth
TONE: to be determined
RATING: PG
WHEN: Thursday, February 17, 2011
WHERE: Divination Classroom
WHAT: Cassie meeting Sasha Nein for the first time, and handing over her notes.
STATUS: completed

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[bauhaus_mind]

Sasha had figured Cassie had went to dinner and then would come speak to him. So he wasn't too worried. He currently was more worried about making sure the room was arranged proper for his first class next week.

He heard the creak and the quiet voice and turned around. He was a man of average height, thin with small shoulders but a strong jaw. He was pale with a green tinge to him- as if he were sick, and his eyes were properly hidden behind a pair of sunshades. His robes were neat and pressed, a dark green-almost black color.

"Miss Ainsworth?" He questioned, he had a German accent and a deep voice, "Please come in."

[lovelycassie]

"Oh, yes. That's me." Cassie replied while walking into the room cautiously. Each step was careful, as if she was on a tight rope. Her head pivoted as she looked around the room with wide-eyes. She gripped on to her books tightly with her hand.

Cassie's appearance wasn't nearly as put together as Sasha's. Her hair was a down, and slightly unruly, as if it hadn't been brushed since that morning, and her robe was a bit wrinkled.

"Oh wow, I wasn't expecting you to be... foreign," she paused, "and so tired. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

[bauhaus_mind]

The room had been cleaned up, the shelves now had many books and files packed neatly in. The teasets were put into boxes and placed in a storage cabinet with the crystal balls and other tools used for Divination. The low tables and squat chairs replaced with proper tables that could seat two and stools

[lovelycassie]

Cassie placed her books and notes on one of the new tables and took the stool beside him. She smiled, her nerves dying down a bit, and opened to her most recent notes.

"Here, the last thing we did was... this." The page revealed a lot of chicken scratch, and several sketches of foreheads with different lines and wrinkles, alongside a list of numerous character traits. "Meto... Meto... Metoposcopy." She struggled with the syllables on her tongue. "This one is my friend, Georgia." She pointed at one of the forehead sketches. "This line here means she..." Cassie continued the sentence in a bit of a whisper, "...will be a bit of an adulteress." She cleared her throat. "But I don't know how accurate this really is. We only just learned it."