05-16-2018, 08:55 PM
YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND —
Charms class. First class of the day. Best class of the day. It was taught by the head of Ravenclaw, after all. It deserved some sort of special credit. With eyes sparkling and glowing, Temnota entered the class. She had on, proudly, her Ravenclaw robes. As her eyes scanned for a place to sit, she saw Nicholas and rushed over. “Hey, Mr. Rhodes! Mind if I sit here?” The girl asked, slightly blushing. She should still be able to focus around him. But she was really eager to be around her one friend.
That’s when another Ravenclaw, a young blonde-haired girl with green eyes, named Astrid Smith walked over. She had a menacing look on her face and pointed at Nicholas. “What a crybaby. It’s a wonder he got into Gryffindor! How did you even manage to get in, instead of going to the sniveling Hufflepuffs?” The girl sneered at her seat. Yeah. Temnota already didn’t like her, as Astrid made fun of her in her free time. Temnota turned, before looking at Nick with empathetic eyes.
Transfiguration class. A difficult class, but not like Lukyan would admit that. The young boy sat in his seat, staring at his book, and attempting wand movements. Maybe he could make himself look more beautiful. Or the Rhodes more ugly. Or he could turn that otrod’ye into a damnable cat! He chuckled to himself, staring at his short wand.
//Mobile. Lame starting post, I’m sorry.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER
Charms class. First class of the day. Best class of the day. It was taught by the head of Ravenclaw, after all. It deserved some sort of special credit. With eyes sparkling and glowing, Temnota entered the class. She had on, proudly, her Ravenclaw robes. As her eyes scanned for a place to sit, she saw Nicholas and rushed over. “Hey, Mr. Rhodes! Mind if I sit here?” The girl asked, slightly blushing. She should still be able to focus around him. But she was really eager to be around her one friend.
That’s when another Ravenclaw, a young blonde-haired girl with green eyes, named Astrid Smith walked over. She had a menacing look on her face and pointed at Nicholas. “What a crybaby. It’s a wonder he got into Gryffindor! How did you even manage to get in, instead of going to the sniveling Hufflepuffs?” The girl sneered at her seat. Yeah. Temnota already didn’t like her, as Astrid made fun of her in her free time. Temnota turned, before looking at Nick with empathetic eyes.
Transfiguration class. A difficult class, but not like Lukyan would admit that. The young boy sat in his seat, staring at his book, and attempting wand movements. Maybe he could make himself look more beautiful. Or the Rhodes more ugly. Or he could turn that otrod’ye into a damnable cat! He chuckled to himself, staring at his short wand.
//Mobile. Lame starting post, I’m sorry.
—WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER