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
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.
There were three chalkboards behind Sasha's desk. All notes to Sasha from himself.
Chalkboard One had the students listed by year who had signed up for Divination along with all the subjects he feels they should know by the end of the year, the second one had all of the Divination topics that related to the other classes. The third had notes about what he had found out from the students and their current placement in class.
It was obvious to Sasha they were all behind (in his mind). The man brushed a bit of hair from his face as he just raised an eyebrow at the girl, he didn't feel tired and surely he didn't sound too foreign. He had come to the conclusion that Miss Ainsworth must have had a habit of putting her foot into her mouth.
"Of course." he said pulling up a chair, "Please sit and we can figure out where your year stands."
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."
Sasha nodded as he flipped through some more of the notes, scanning over them. "Are these notes in order or did the teacher bounce around a lot." he kept on flipping through the notes, "And did they go over much history of each section?"
Sasha brought a hand up to his mouth, almost as if holding an invisible cigarette.
"Oh wow, well," she looked through some of the notes. She had rarely gone over them once she took them, since she had always used friends notes to study. "They're... mostly in order from assignment, and there wasn't much history, just applic-"
She paused mid-word as she watched Sasha's gesture with a perplexed glance. "-ation."
Sasha waved his hand at one of the chalk boards as a piece of chalk rose up and started to write down more notes on the third chalkboard. HISTORY being written in large letter and underlined.
"Oh wow," She looked from the table, to the chalkboard, watching the letters form on the board, and then back to the table. She wasn't very prepared for this. She reached over, taking her notes back to flip through them herself. "Um, there was some... I'm not really sure."
"I'm sure you will." Sasha said off offhandedly. "It is a precise art that many toss to the side due to the stereotypes of looking into a crystal ball and hoping for the best or some idiots misusing a Ouiji board and getting scared when some angry ghosts come to bother them."
Cassie sighed and folded her hair behind her ear. These were the exact reasons why she liked divination. "Right. Of course. How silly." She forced out. "But yes, I should be taking the OWL next year."
Sasha was taking that little bit of a remark as less snide and more of her foot-in-mouthitus. "Head Start for next week: Go to the library, find a book on a famous oracle and start researching their technique. I would suggest Cassandra because for a paper due later, she would be the easiest to find why one needs logical proof to back things up."
Cassie wrote down the suggestion in the margin of her notes. Her father had told her the story of Cassandra, her namesake, many times, but she always loved hearing it again, and would enjoy doing the research, even if it was the easiest. "Alright," she nodded.
She picked up her notes and books, as if she was getting ready to leave, but instead walked to one of the chalkboards, her fingers tracing around the edges of the lettering. "What did you use to write it? Was it charmed already?"
She turned to her professor, now seeing him in a slightly new light. "Wow, wandless magic? That sounds so lovely! Do you use your wand for anything anymore?"
There were three chalkboards behind Sasha's desk. All notes to Sasha from himself.
Chalkboard One had the students listed by year who had signed up for Divination along with all the subjects he feels they should know by the end of the year, the second one had all of the Divination topics that related to the other classes. The third had notes about what he had found out from the students and their current placement in class.
It was obvious to Sasha they were all behind (in his mind). The man brushed a bit of hair from his face as he just raised an eyebrow at the girl, he didn't feel tired and surely he didn't sound too foreign. He had come to the conclusion that Miss Ainsworth must have had a habit of putting her foot into her mouth.
"Of course." he said pulling up a chair, "Please sit and we can figure out where your year stands."
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"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."
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Sasha brought a hand up to his mouth, almost as if holding an invisible cigarette.
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She paused mid-word as she watched Sasha's gesture with a perplexed glance. "-ation."
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"How much just theory instead of application?"
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She picked up her notes and books, as if she was getting ready to leave, but instead walked to one of the chalkboards, her fingers tracing around the edges of the lettering. "What did you use to write it? Was it charmed already?"
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