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Post by Anastasia Khol on Sept 17, 2012 22:32:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] burning bridges shore to shore ( 682 ) WORDS ( SIGURD ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Ana was a lucky girl. She had a great family. Her parents still loved each other, as well as her. As a child, Ana had always had space to run around, and plenty of people who cared about her. She had always had enough of everything, and was an exceptionally happy child. Though, she was often thought of as strange. Her parents were both muggles, so the telltale signs of magic blood had gone right over their heads. They just assumed Ana to be a bit off, as did most of the children she went to primary school with. That, accompanied by the fact that Ana's first language had been German, and an underlying accent was apparent when she spoke. Friends were something of a rarity in her early years, but it didn't bother her the least. Ana was happier on her own, stuck in a little world all by herself. It might have been sad, but she was just so damn happy all the time.
Over the years, Hogwarts had become a home to her. It was the place she loved the best, and it was filled with plenty of interesting people and things. Perfect for a person like Ana, one that had no patience for repetition. It was her home and she loved it, but there was always a part of her that was utterly and completely wanderlust. What she really wanted was something she could never have- freedom. Not freedom in the traditional sense, but the freedom to go, to be and to live wherever she liked. She didn't know exactly where she wanted to be, but she knew it wasn't here. Wherever here may be, Hogwarts or otherwise. Maybe it was being a muggleborn, she didn't know, but she felt she belonged neither here nor there. That was the most logical of explanations as to why Anastasia felt such a strong desire to be lost
You see, Anastasia considered herself to be something of a free spirit. While her intelligence level was high, she would rather be outside than stuck in classes. The library was nice, but it often got stuffy and those Ravenclaws were so strict about their silence. Ana wasn't the silent type. Also, she didn't much care for traditional class settings. Her attention span was very short, and most classes were too detail oriented for her. The exception to this was Astronomy class. For one thing, it was often outdoors, and another, it was at night. Ana got excited over little things like that. Little things pleased her, and she was content with simplicity.
A hippie child, Ana found comfort in the outdoors, often taking refuge in the grounds. Most of her time was spent by the black lake, searching for any signs of life in the murky waters, or padding barefoot through the fields. It seemed most Hufflepuffs did enjoy the outdoors, and Anastasia was no exception. Days she should have spent doing homework were spent perfecting the wrist motions for rock skipping. Sometimes her grades suffered because of it, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. There were more important things than being a top marks student, and Ana thought being happy was the most important thing of all.
It was because of her desire to be outdoors that made spending a Saturday in the library so unpleasant. Of course, the day she was required to spend doing homework was bright and sunny, the first break in heat since summer. Oh, what she would give to be skipping rocks. She walked down the drafty corridors, imagining it was the breeze from the Womping Willow. Her transfigurations teacher had paired her up with a boy named Sigurd Asgaard. Sigurd had never shown any liking to Ana, if anything the opposite. She wasn't sure why, but she knew he had a distaste for her. What a fun assignment it would be. She arrived in the dreaded room, and was immediately shushed! She hadn't made a sound! Grumpily, she sat in the corner farthest from the ancient creature called librarian. What a fun project, indeed.
Ana isn't in the best of moods, sorry xD <3 |
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Post by sigurd bastien asgaard on Sept 19, 2012 4:41:15 GMT -5
[classy=writesig]no one is born perfect, and he is told that every time he fails an assignment or gets a bad grade for his homework. they tell him that almost every time. for sigurd, it has become a tradition, a custom that he needs to be comforted by the teachers or his classmates for failing a paper. he knows he has gotten troll for his results before; he knows he isn't the best at studying. as soon as he managed to transfigure a porcupine into a pin cushion successfully, he remembers seeing something light up behind the teacher's eyes -- from the look, and the smile, he knows that it isn't pride for a bright student in their class, but instead, relief that a student isn't a squib.
soon, they found out that he isn't completely and utterly dreadful at charms; he just needed to have proper eye contact sometimes, or a more solid concentration on what he's doing. things started to look up; he knows that the weight of the world is no longer on his shoulders alone for these two classes, but the others make him feel as if he is in a living hell, not understanding anything, not even the basic terminology. he's got some help, yes, but help doesn't appear during the final exams, which he only scrapes past due to effort put in homework and practical assignments.
despite being assigned to a hufflepuff whom he never talked to during transfiguration, sigurd hasn't found himself worried. they exchanged notes for a while, and figured out a time to meet to work in the assignment. everything is simple, and he hopes to at least do his share of the work -- he remembers potions in fifth year, where he was relegated to cutting ingredients because he couldn't grasp the idea of boiling some sort of potion whose name he can't remember.
he holds his textbooks in his hand, a bag over his shoulder as he walks down the corridor. hufflepuffs, as far as he knows, aren't at all bad or biased -- they are diligent souls, and rather nice all-around; he knows that there are the random exceptions to the category, but doesn't spend time thinking about it. he shifts the textbook from one hand to the other, and walks into the library.
it doesn't take long for him to locate anastasia at the corner of the library. she took a seat quite a distance away from the entrance, and he supposes that it is entirely chance that he sees her instead of looking around for her like a silly, lost kappa. he walks towards her, then takes a sit opposite her; the textbooks are placed between them, but off to the side.
the slytherin looks at the girl in silence. unable to read her face, he hasn't a clue that she has had a particularly bad run-in with the librarian moments ago. um, hey. he looks at her, then pulls a piece of parchment out from between his textbook. he reads his notes - his handwriting is neat and proper cursive - and glances up from it at ana. well, we're supposed to draw the transfiguration process of an animal into an inanimate object ... he stares at his notes again, but his gaze relaxes when his gaze shifts back to ana. did i get that right?
notes. lol, it's fine. everyone has those days, haha.[/classy] [newclass=writesig]font:12px times; text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=writesig b]font-weight:bold; color:#B6EB6B[/newclass][newclass=writesig i]font-style:italic; color:#B6EB6B[/newclass][newclass=writesig u]font-style:underline; color:#B6EB6B[/newclass] |
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Post by Anastasia Khol on Sept 30, 2012 17:59:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] burning bridges shore to shore ( 457 ) WORDS ( SIGURD ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
Sigurd, the boy, arrived shortly after her. He spotted her almost immediately, and took his seat in front of her. All the while, Ana found herself watching him. She made her face as passive and blank as possible, giving him control. How she acted was completely based on him. As he was placing his textbooks on the table and getting settled, she studied his actions. He displayed no signs of hostility, toward her or the library in general.
Maybe he wasn't cruel or unkind, like most Slytherins. Perhaps he was unlike the ones that sneered 'Mudblood' at her, and looked down as if she was a houself. These were bad times to be one without magical blood, she learned. Maybe he was just ambitious, and that's how he wound up a Slytherin. She didn't know him, and it would be unfair of her to judge him too quickly. Ana prided herself on being quite fair.
"Um, hey." Despite herself, she smiled slightly. "Hello."
He looked upon his notes, reviewing the assignment. The notes, she saw, were neat and well written. Like he paid attention. With dread, she realized he probably took his studies very seriously, and she didn't want to hold him back. Her own notes were filled with scribbles and irrelevant words, more often drawings of kittens than not. Transfiguration notes were particularly bad, because she couldn't ever grasp what was going on. She could see it with her eyes, but couldn't describe it, and didn't care to try.
"well, we're supposed to draw the transfiguration process of an animal into an inanimate object." Ana nodded. Although she wasn't entirely sure he was right, it sounded accurate. He looked up from his notes for the first time, and made eye contact. "did i get that right?" She nodded once more, confirming it. "That sounds right. I think she may have said something about labeling it too, but," She paused and took out her notes. The parchment titled "Animal to Inanimate", dated and with Ana's name on it. The top half looked good, but where it got to the actual notes, her mind had wandered elsewhere. She smiled sheepishly at him, feeling guilty he would have to know all the term. Although, there was a good picture of a bunny. So, there was that.
"As you can see, Transfiguration isn't my best subject. " To say the least, she thought. "But, i do think I got the drawing part down." She flipped her notes over, and drew a quick example. "It's like that, right?"Again, she had used bunnies, though it more closely resembled a rock. Ana liked bunnies. Suddenly, she remembered something. She smiled brightly and offered a little wave. "I'm Ana, if that wasn't already obvious."
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