Divination Class

[doctordweeb]

First class, and Daniel was admittedly nervous. It had been ten years since he’d lectured, and he had no idea if he could still do it

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[schizowarrior]

At least Molly knew her parter--Agnes was her freaking hero, after fixing Molly's snapped spine. She found a table and lurked, waiting, flipping through the book as she did so--man, this stuff was weird, but it was pretty interesting.

[ex_ladyston]

Catelyn was quite relieved that her partner was not a stranger. Besides Sidney, the only person she knew here outside of her family was Dr. Cox, who wasn't taking the class. She still moved nervously around strangers, despite the fact that she no longer looked like something out of a horror story.

[sidney_reilly]

"Hello again," Reilly said, coming up beside her. "We appear to be working together today. I hope that's all right?"

[ex_ladyston]

Catelyn turned. "Hello," she said. "That's quite all right--a relief, in fact; working with a stranger would likely make me very nervous." She'd lost a lot of social skills while she'd been a zombie...well, while she'd looked like a zombie.

[sidney_reilly]

"Glad to oblige, then," he replied, and flipped through the divination text idly. "Does Westeros have a tradition of this sort of thing? Divination, prophecy or what have you?"

[twoyearsmissing]

Jack didn't know who Susan was, well he did but he'd never found out her name. It had been when he was about five years old, which wasn't all that long ago and he'd caused nothing but chaos for poor JD. He sat there wondering if he should actually know who his partner was for the class, he'd only shown up out of curiosity, and it seemed like it had been a good idea.

[usethepoker]

Susan, who didn't have a clue she'd met Jack in mini-form, found him by the simple expedient of calling on her inherited talen for finding, well, anybody.

"Jack Harkness?" she asked, just to make sure she'd been right. "Hi. I'm Susan, I'm meant to be your partner." She glanced around at all the stations, wondering just what they were supposed to divine from a bowl of trail mix.

[twoyearsmissing]

Jack looked up, he recognised her. "Yeah, that's me." He held out a hand to her, he wasn't sure to say about him being five or just let people go on thinking he had a kid. "I think you've met my JD."

[usethepoker]

Susan shook his hand. "JD?" She'd met a JD at her party, now that she thought about it. "Yes, I met him at a party in Ravenclaw a while back. He was chasing after a very energetic little boy." Sweet little guy, and Susan didn't use that word lightly.

[busty_robin]

Stephanie knew almost nothing about Benton Fraser, other than he was polite, a Mountie (kind of went hand in hand with polite, she assumed), licked a lot of things, and had many a cigarette-flavored make out session.

Also, he indirectly named her pet chicken

Okay, so Steph knew a lot about Benton Fraser. None of which was conducive to learning divination. This was going to be interesting.

[themountie]

Well, this was an intriguing choice of partner, Fraser thought. And, for that matter, an intriguing lesson! This was actually the first full-on class he had attended, and he was eager to get started. Considering this a job-related activity, he was in uniform now, although he'd opted for the slightly more subtle brown working gear over the extremely bright red serge.

Actually, that was less about saving anyone's eyes and more because he thought they might be working with entrails and didn't want to get his serge unnecessarily dirty.

"Good afternoon, Miss Brown. How are you today? And how is Buff Orpington?" He still thought a chicken was a silly choice of pet, if you weren't going to get eggs out of it, but that wasn't going to stop him from being interested.

[busty_robin]

"Hi, Constable!" What? He was in uniform! "I'm good. Bright eyed, bushy tailed, all that. Buff's good too. Most effective alarm clock I've ever had! Roosters don't exactly have a snooze button. How're you doing?"

She gestured to the work stations. "Any preference? It's all Miss-Cleo's Hotline to me."

[themountie]

"Quite well, thank you," he replied genially. "Although Diefenbaker makes an alarmingly poor alarm clock." He could almost hear the wolf's disparaging remarks in his head, but he didn't feel particularly guilty for saying it; the only way Dief ever woke him up was by snoring particularly loudly.

He turned to the work stations with a thoughtful scratch of his ear, pursing his lips. "Well, I..." Wait, what? "I'm sorry?" He looked back to her, brow furrowing in puzzlement. "I'm afraid I don't follow you."

[charlesofdensen]

Galadriel? Not a name he was familiar with. Certainly not a person he met during the sorting, either. No matter. Ofdensen took his just-gotten-that-day wand (dogwood, 15 inches, griffin's feather), and looked around for anyone that could concievably be a Galadriel.

[tolo_nan_galad]

Galadriel stood slightly aloof, looking at the crowd milling for partners. She was here to study, but she did have a bit of experience with divination - her mirror for example, and her powers of the mind. She poked about a bit with her mind, listening for her name. When she found it, it was not someone she knew. But Galadriel always liked to make friends.

She crossed the room to the man who was her partner. She inclined her head to him in a nod of greeting. "Mae Govannon, sir. I am Galadriel."

Her own wand, brand-new from a shopping trip into Diagon Alley with an odd little person named Gonzo, was 12 inches of golden mallorn wood (amazing that Ollivander had had it!), with a heart composed of stardust.

[charlesofdensen]

"Mae....Govannon, ma'am?" Ofdensen couldn't place the language whatsoever.

"I'm Charles Ofdensen. I believe Professor Jackson assigned us to be partners?" he added with his typical eyebrow raise.