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Divination Class (first class of the year - September) Jul 17, 2015 22:32:52 GMT -6

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Post by Professor Shira Skye on Jul 17, 2015 22:32:52 GMT -6

Professor Shira Skye looked down from the landing attached to her office at the top of the narrow, winding staircase. She looked out over the dimly lit classroom, still empty. She had spent a lot of time and effort decorating the room just so. It bespoke of heritage, all bright cloths and cushions, and odd trinkets here and there. Being in the company she’d had for most of her adult life, she became accustomed to wearing a lot of black, and it was still one of her favorite colors (and it became her well), but she couldn’t deny the bright colors of her gypsy childhood. So while the rest of her wardrobe and personal settings came off looking like a page from Death Eaters Quarterly, here was a place she could let her inner playful spirit come out. The thought even brought a tinge of a smile to haunt along her beautiful, yet stony face.

With one last flick of her dark wand, the incense in all the burners flickered to life, then smoldered out, letting out the wondrous scent of the Dragon’s blood incense. Taking a deep breath, readying herself for the brand new journey of teaching, she made her way slowly down the stone steps. The lamps on the tables flared to life as she walked past, her black flowing robes billowing out around her.

As she heard the soft footsteps of students entering the dim corridor, she opened a box on a nearby bookshelf, bringing it to the large, low purple table. She also grabbed a deep-pocketed raggedy-looking cloth bag. She placed both containers on the table, and turned to face the handful of students that made up her class.

“Please, take a seat at whichever table draws you,” she said, gesturing to the smaller tables making a semicircle in front of hers. Each table had a different brightly colored cloth. “We will begin momentarily,” she said in her husky voice.

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Divination Class (first class of the year - September) Jul 18, 2015 19:04:50 GMT -6

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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 19:04:50 GMT -6

“Please, take a seat at whichever table draws you,” she said, gesturing to the smaller tables making a semicircle in front of hers. Each table had a different brightly colored cloth. “We will begin momentarily,” she said in her husky voice.

Constance was surprised at how the Divination room had changed since last year. Before it had been fairly bare and colorless, like other classrooms in the school. Now it was much more colorful and felt smaller than it had before. The air smelled wonderful and the room felt cozy and welcoming. The new professor was slender and dark-haired and a bit mysterious looking. She also looked a bit familiar. Constance wondered again if this Professor Skye was related to her head of house and, if so, how. She smiled at the woman, hoping she was as nice as the other Professor Skye.

She took a seat at the table with the golden yellow cloth on it and took her supplies out of her bag. She hadn't taken them out since she'd bought them. Now she unfolded the pale pink cloth to reveal her candle and journal. She set them carefully on the table, then took out a scroll and a self-inking quill as well. Now she just had to wait and see what was in that box and bag on the professor's table, and what they were doing. The woman in the shop where she'd bought her supplies had told her what "tarot" was, but Constance hadn't thought any more about it since then.

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Divination Class (first class of the year - September) Jul 21, 2015 17:05:36 GMT -6

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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 17:05:36 GMT -6

Deryn made her way slowly through the dim classroom. She was having a hard time making out her surroundings, and her eyes were taking forever to adjust to the lack of light. She finally made her way out into the open where there was slightly more light, but she could make out bright colors everywhere she looked. There were six small, round tables, each with a different brightly colored cloth, in a semicircle around what she assumed was the professor's table since the tall woman in black was standing right in front of it. She eyed the woman warily as she passed, moving to stand next to her friend Constance.

“Please, take a seat at whichever table draws you,”

Deryn noticed that Constance's table was yellow. Fitting, she thought. She looked at the closest table to where she was standing. It was a bright acid green. Not particularly her style, but it was better than the orange one on Constance's other side. She figured she was happier with the green.

She turned to Constance and spoke in a low voice, the atmosphere making her feel like she needed to speak in hushed tones. "I didn't think you'd be taking Divination again," she said to her friend. "Not after what happened last year when you predicted Scout's ultimate demise in those tea leaves," she laughed. "And I don't know what happened to her, but she didn't come back this year. Maybe you were right after all! Serves her right," she hurrumphed, pulling her supplies out of her bag. "She was a whiney know-it-all."

She pulled out an iridescent cloth that shifted in color between blue and purple, covered in glitter. Each little speck seemed to catch the light from the torches. The candle she brought out was also glittery (Deryn loved glitter!) over a cerulean blue pillar candle. Having grabbed a candleholder from her room as an afterthought, she was now glad that she had brought it. She didn't want to risk ruining her cloth or those on the table if her blue candle dripped wax. The last items that Deryn pulled out of her bag were some loose pieces of parchment and her favorite quill, along with a journal that she was required to bring. The journal that she had found that "spoke to her" was a bright blue suede journal (that matched her candle perfectly) with black filigree patterns in velvet. It also had a black velvet cord attached to be used as a placeholder. She'd loved it right away.

With all of her stuff laid out, she turned back to Constance while they waited for everyone else to arrive.

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Divination Class (first class of the year - September) Jul 22, 2015 10:23:15 GMT -6

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She turned to Constance and spoke in a low voice, the atmosphere making her feel like she needed to speak in hushed tones. "I didn't think you'd be taking Divination again," she said to her friend. "Not after what happened last year when you predicted Scout's ultimate demise in those tea leaves," she laughed. "And I don't know what happened to her, but she didn't come back this year. Maybe you were right after all! Serves her right," she hurrumphed, pulling her supplies out of her bag. "She was a whiney know-it-all."

"I didn't mean to predict her demise," Constance whispered back, blushing a bit. It had been funny, though. At least, it was funny to look back on it. At the time, Scout had been shocked and angry and Constance had been mortified. "I think she must have just transferred to a different school." She hoped nothing had actually happened to Scout. She hadn't been the nicest person, but if something had happened, it might meant that it had been Constance's fault. She sighed. "I wasn't going to take the class again," she admitted, "but my parents told me that I couldn't change it. They're not too keen on Divination. They wanted me to take something useful last year, like Arithmancy. Since I picked this instead, they made me stick with it. I hope this year will be different."

Wanting to change the subject a bit, she looked at Deryn's cloth, candle, and book appreciatively. "Those are really nice. I like all the sparkles." After a pause, she whispered, "Do you know what all this is for exactly?"

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Divination Class (first class of the year - September) Sept 21, 2015 11:42:50 GMT -6

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Post by Professor Shira Skye on Sept 21, 2015 11:42:50 GMT -6

Professor Skye tapped her fingers impatiently, waiting for the last stragglers of the class to arrive. She really only had a handful of students taking the class- in her opinion it wasn't enough people to keep the class running, but she figured her sister had pulled some strings in order to keep the class open, just so Esme could keep Shira at the school where she could keep an eye on her. The dark-haired professor sighed inwardly and tried to keep herself from rolling her eyes. She had to keep a professional, and somewhat open air about her. She had to keep her bitter, mean spirit to herself. Besides, she really did enjoy the topic that she was teaching, and maybe only a handful of students would lessen the pressure on the first-time teacher.

She watched idly as two teenage girls spoke to each other in low tones, completely uninterested in their conversation. With a small flutter of relief, she saw two students rushing through the door. One was an older boy, dark in demeanor, brooding in attitude (she liked him instantly!), who held the door open (it seemed more out of habit than genuine courtesy) for a giggling, blushing ninny of a girl. Shira had to turn her body away from the door because she could not hide the condescending eye roll and grimace of distaste that overtook her features.

Wanting to change the subject a bit, she looked at Deryn's cloth, candle, and book appreciatively. "Those are really nice. I like all the sparkles." After a pause, she whispered, "Do you know what all this is for exactly?"

"Thanks," Deryn said, grinning. She shook her dark head at Constance's question. "Not really. I mean, I know a bit, but I'm sure everyone will teach things differently. A journal might be useful, since it is Divination class. Maybe it's meant to be because some stuff pops up in your mind when you least expect it, like dreams or something." She shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I guess the cloth and candle is just so you provide your own stuff?" she guessed more than knew for sure.

Her voice trailed a bit as she watched Riley and Peyton come down the aisle and settle at their own tables, Riley waving emphatically to Constance, and Peyton taking his seat grumpily. Deryn straightened her posture and threw her hair over her shoulder. Her determination to enjoy the class had just increased tenfold.

Figuring she would just let any other students who may straggle in catch up later, Shira felt more than ready to call the class to attention. She cleared her throat loudly enough to silence the quiet chatter. "Good afternoon," she began, her deep voice had a sultry lilt to it. "I'm professor Shira Skye, and this is quite obviously Divination class. Yes, there is another professor Skye at this institution, and she is my sister. However, do not let this fool you. She may be exceedingly giddy and chipper all the time, but I am not. We are as different as night and day, and I will not be nearly as tolerant as she. With that being said, I expect punctuality and participation from this day forward. Are we understood?" she looked around at the small group of now somewhat scared-looking students. "Very good."

"Now, who here can tell me the purpose of Divination?"

Deryn glanced around the group of students, then raised her hand hesitantly. "To look into the future?"

Professor Skye nodded once. "That is true, and the most stereotypical explanation. Divination is far more than just that. It also helps reveal answers or secrets, helps in decision making and for evaluating every option available, and it even aides in communicating with spirits, entities, and loved ones who have passed on. Divination is also a method of understanding one's own self, which is significantly more difficult than anything else, and could take a lifetime to truly understand.

"Can anyone here tell me some tools and methods that are commonly used in the art of Divination?" She quickly held up a long-fingered and ringed hand. "Outside of the overly used method of crystal ball gazing."

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(OOC: I had permission from Angel to go ahead and write her students coming into the classroom. =) )

Last Edit: Sept 21, 2015 11:43:31 GMT -6 by Professor Shira Skye

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