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Post by ISABELLA SABRINA ACKERLEY on Jun 20, 2011 18:35:49 GMT -6
 The dreams were getting worse and worse each day and Isabella could barely handle it. It wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was always about someone getting hurt. Her dreams were filled with misery, she knew something or someone was coming, but she wasn’t sure who. There was a dark presence about these dreams and it seemed the most recent one was the worse. She swore she saw glowing eyes, eyes that resembled some sort of a snake, but she wasn’t sure of what kind of snake it was. Either way, they were frightening and scared her away. There had to be a way to shut her dreams out when she wanted to, and only turn them on when she could, well handle them.
This was the very thing that Isabella had been trying to figure out for the past six years while she was at Hogwarts, and through her dreams she became close with the Divination Professor, Professor Swanson was such a sweet professor, though she had only been there for part of the time that Isabella had been a student. The last professor the one during her third year was some old hag that pretty much favored certain students. Sure Isabella was one of them, but she still hated watching some of her friends struggle in the class because of the way the professor was. But now, it was someone younger and somewhat close to Isabella’s age. So it made things much easier.
Isabella was on her way up to the Divination Tower to speak with Professor Swanson; in the small little meetings they had been having in order for her to learn to control her seer abilities. It wasn’t long until Isabella was making her way up the silvery ladder that lead to the classroom and she entered the cozy classroom and looked around for Professor Swanson. Perhaps she was in her office at the time. So Isabella sat down at one of the round tables that held a crystal ball and made herself comfortable as she waited for Professor Swanson to show up.
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Post by mac on Jul 8, 2011 16:16:21 GMT -6
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too many dreamers,
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[/div] Adele Swanson was a complete joke, according to her students. The young Divination professor was not cut any slack by her older students, who were skeptics and did not believe in her Seeing abilities. The truth was that Adele was a Seer, the blood of Seers had ran in her family for generations, and even though sometimes she wasn't too happy with it, she knew her skill could perhaps save someone some day. Even if she didn't save someone, she could at least help her students out. Adele had taken a liking to a Ravenclaw girl, Isabella Ackerley, she reminded Adele so much of herself at that age and she quickly agreed to mentor her when Headmaster Shaklebolt asked for her help. She, herself, had a mentor when she was at Hogwarts, though the previous professor, who had been her mentor, was not a very nice woman if she didn't think you had the power to be in her class. Naturally, after she retired, Professor Swanson took over the Divination class and soon learned that being the Divination professor was not all that fun. For a few years now, Adele and Isabella had met every Tuesday and Thursday nights, after dinner, to teach the Ravenclaw how to control her power. Adele had tried meditation, embracing the visions and crystal ball reading with her. She thought that would help Isabella, but every week, as of late, the poor girl came back more frustrated than ever. She would need to come up with another method. Adele's mind, tonight, was not on the meeting. She was in her office grading papers from her OWLs class. She had posed a simple question, 'What does Divination mean to you?'. There was a reason for that, she wasn't going to ask them to predict something for her. Her class was fairly easy to pass, if you kept your mouth shut and didn't insult her. Yet as her eyes read over a Slytherin boy's paper, she could tell he didn't care if he insulted her. Adele's anger was building inside of her and she was so tempted to write a big T as his grade, but she had asked for their opinion, and this was his. Instead of going with the worst grade, she picked her quill up and with red ink wrote a P for Poor. She wasn't against his opinion, she wrote, but the essay was suppose to be one hundred words. She sighed loudly, pushing her chair back and stood up to stretch her arms. While doing so, she happened to look over at her clock, noticing it was five minutes after her set appointment time. Quickly, she went to open the office door and looked over the railing to see Isabella already there. "Miss Ackerley," she spoke as she went down the stairs. "Excuse my being late, I had papers to grade." TAGGED: Isabella and Marlon WORD COUNT: 548NOTES: done! [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by ISABELLA SABRINA ACKERLEY on Aug 7, 2011 14:38:48 GMT -6
“Miss Ackerley,” Isabella looked up when she heard her professors soft, sweet voice, “Excuse my being late, I had papers to grade.” she smiled at Professor Swanson, after all Izzy had always liked her and Professor Swanson was her mentor, even if it didn’t seem like they were making progress. But at least she understood what Izzy was going through when she woke up in the middle of the night screaming because of some of the dreams she had. She rarely had a good one, when it came to her dreams and it seemed lately that they were getting worse and worse. In all honesty she was surprised none of the other girls in her dorm asked her why she woke up screaming, Raychel was the only girl in their dorm that knew of the reason and it was going to stay that way. “It’s alright Professor Swanson, I understand,
” she said lightly just glad to see her Professor in general. She then turned to look at the Crystal Ball before her. It had been one of the recent methods they were trying to use to help Izzy control her power, but whenever she tried instead her dreams would appear right inside of the Crystal Ball instead to where Professor Swanson could see it. It was a bit useful as then she could show people her dreams, such as Raychel when the two of them talked about it then that way those that knew about her ability would be able to understand the dreams that she had. “ I’ve been having a new dream lately, I think it’s getting worse Professor. Like as if a dark cloud is forming over Hogwarts, but I’m not really sure,[/color]” Isabella sighed lightly as she continued to look at the cloudiness of the crystal ball. They really were wondrous tools when it came to divination. ( Sorry about the wait Steph! I love you! ) [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by MARLON COOPER DELANEY on Aug 15, 2011 21:57:26 GMT -6
For the past while, all Marlon had been able to see was the young Weasley kid get attacked over and over again. It was frustrating to say the least. Not only could he not do anything about them now, Marlon was also bedridden with the knowledge that while this atrocious act was being committed, he was too busy stuffing his face at the Halloween feast. On top of that, Marlon felt the slightest twinge of annoyance that he had not known of this event despite having followed her Majesty, Olivia since his very first year. He was there before all the rest and it just wasn't fair that he didn't know. However, Marlon took this latter frustration and shoved it down, deep down where it could never be retrieved again for it did nothing to contemplate over such thoughts. It could only breed anger and resentment, neither of which he wanted against his Lady.
Even as he contemplated all this, Marlon ascended the stairs in the tower towards the Divination classroom. Earlier today in his class, he had 'forgotten' his bag in the classroom, purely by accident, of course. In truth, Marlon had hoped to come back later with an excuse to exit the room in case he was caught in the middle of the act. Unsurprisingly, the Divination classroom contained a wealth of Divination-related materials. In fact, he was of the opinion that the room contained more than it necessarily needed. So every once in a while, Marlon would come to the Divination classroom to 'borrow' a few items. Not for the first time, the young Slytherin had run out of material in the school library on subjects pertaining to stopping one's visions. He was of the opinion that his visions were nothing but a pain. They could strike him at any time, just as he was about to write a test, during his sleeping hours, just as he was about to take a step down the stairs, while he was in the shower. It was just too damn inconvenient, not to mention he was a freak for being able to see these visions in the first place.
Just as Marlon was about to turn the knob, he heard voices coming from within. He frowned, at least a bit annoyed by the fact that this opportunity to obtain new and more materials was thwarted. The young Slytherin could only assume that this student was here for help from the professor since Divination was not necessarily an intuitive subject, unless one was gifted with the ability. However, just as he was about to leave to come back later to finish his intended mission, he could hear an unknown voice within speaking of her 'dreams'. They sounded more than simple and futile attempts at dream interpretation. In fact, this description almost sounded prophetic. His brows furrowed as he contemplated the implications. Could it be...? There was someone else who was a freak like him? Marlon felt his heart leap at the very thought. But a second later, he forcefully calmed himself down. The possibility that there was another like him was rare, very rare. So why get his hopes up? Despite himself, he was interested for a confirmation in either direction. He listened intently and quietly at the closed doorway in hopes of hearing something that could be helpful to himself.
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