Div: Tea and Fingers and Clouds, Oh My! (all)

[Mihail Lazarus]

Oh, they were in trouble now! Mihail could tell by the look in the Professor's eyes and the deadly accuracy of her wand as she had the Slytherin male's chair dragged across the room farthest from him and demanded their attention, not complying with Mihail's request so that she may be heard and he learn his lesson. He was very uncomfortable and bit embarrassed, to say the least, sitting with such soiled trousers while being chastised. He squirmed a bit, nodding when he understood and spoke when he was allowed: "Yes, Professor."

Only after she had laid it out clear for them and anyone else in the room present did she let him go, clearly knowing what it was he truly needed to be excused for. It made him blush, though he thanked her and promised to be back shortly, then she stood and swiftly left the room, glancing apologetically at Jasper, then glaring at Aksel for a number of reasons all new to him from what has happened. It was clear that guy was not to be trusted.

The moment he walked through the door, he made his mad dash to the Ravenclaw dorms, cleaned up, and changed into another pair of trousers, checked himself in the mirror, and then skipped out the door. He felt a lot better after having changed, it was obvious from the smile he wore that was still slyly mix with the lust building from the effects of the potion Professor Ambrose gave him. His inner veela resonated from him freely and without restraint and he couldn't help it at all by smile at people in the halls so endearingly with the strongest urge to be touched in all the world, even if it was just to cuddle. He hoped class would end soon so perhaps he could pull Jasper aside somewhere and engage in a bit of much needed snogging. As long as the Slytherin stayed away from him. He wasn't fond of the reaction he received when he was touched by the guy. As embarrassing as it is, he also found it to be unfair. He needed to stay away from that guy.

Halfway towards the class, he began to sprint, afraid he would be late and ruin his bag. "I'm here! I'm here!" he shouted, bursting through the doors. He slowed, then, waltzing back to his seat with a smile to Jasper, noticing everyone else in the class as well. He slipped into his seat and chanced a haphazard glance towards the Slytherin and decided he would have to show this guy he meant business. He had a plan in mind...

TAG|CLASS! x WORDS|some number x OUTFIT|School Robes x NOTES|Mihail is learning stuffs...
LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS
CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0

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What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise... It's time to feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?

As students entered, giving the first year surprised looks and then finding their seats she greeted them. "Afternoon, class, please take the seats on the sides of the room today and keep your wands put away." Nodding at a few different ones as they entered, she handed back homework graded from previous classes on their tea readings (from another teacher; always important to display the fact she knew their past scores in the class from the previous years). Personally she found tea reading to be a ridiculous method, not worth even practicing as every muggle on the planet had heard about it, but it was also the one previous teachers had babbled about the most apparently. Keeping an eye out on her three troublemakers, she said "Past teachers have only apparently covered tea reading, ignoring the other more interesting variations which we will look at today as a type of review. I want to see how much you retain. Thus, you will be divided into three groups roughly as far as assignments go."

No reason to drag the entire class into a subject they weren't that talented with anyway, right? Many of her classes ran that way, two or three lessons in a row then dividing on one day them into their strengths and working with them on what they were good at in smaller groups. As soon as they had entered and most were seated she checked the oil temperature one last time finding it warm enough and pushed it slightly into the beam of sunlight on the table. Standing she waved the class silent and nodded with satisfaction when they did get quiet quickly. "Greetings. Some of you may notice we have a visitor this afternoon. Mr Radke has kindly consented to be the subject of today's lesson in Onychomancy." She turned to her spelled copy of the texts they all had and waved her wand over it, casting silently.

Every text on the tables in front of the students flipped to the appropriate page.

"On-i-cho-man-cy. This will be the subject for fourth and fifth years today. It's a simple study, but it requires something that at your age is questionable." Her eyes touched on one boy who didn't bother to blush having already figured out why; the brazen boy actually grinned in response she saw. "Why him, Professor?" Except for possibly one or two, girls were often far more careful about the subject, she suspected most of her class was no longer inexperienced. She certainly wasn't going to poll them to find out as she really didn't care. "Because he volunteered when I asked him though whether you like him or not will not be required in this lesson. He is only serving as the subject for this, you are not required to fall in love with him or even ask him for treats. I do however expect you to behave and remain polite."

A glance around before she continued showed most of the students listening which was good enough, though more then a few were smiling. Teenagers. Mention anything close to the word "sex" and they got all tickled or embarrassed. Not that reading the word "unpolluted" wasn't an easy enough clue. She pointed her wand at the stack of papers she had left in the corner near the gate and a few sheets went scattering themselves to each student's table. "Similar to tea reading symbols, I would like you to take a moment and read the page and then when you are ready come up and draw a map of what you see on these simple charts." Most of them probably would have forgotten the actual symbols, but that was in their books as well so no worries there. This wasn't a test, but a simple reminder of that earlier lesson to reinforce it in their minds. The book showed the basic idea (not a difficult one after all to draw what you saw on a person's nails and then use the book to write predictions) and by reading it most would be able to follow the idea easily enough.

Turning to the first year she waved to get his attention and said softly "Spyke, stand up please and hold out your hands."

[/b] Walking over to him she spoke to the class as a whole. "Once you have written down the results return to your seats and use the book to interpret what you have found. Simple enough, I think, to begin with. As you have questions," a glance at one of the girls who was talking to her friend as she took one of Spyke's hands and turned it over palm down, "on the assignment, then raise your hand and I will come to deal with it. Please feel free to begin reading whenever you are ready"" Dipping her finger in the warm oil, she took Spyke's hand with hers and put a drop of oil on each fingernail, spreading it evenly just enough to make his nails shine a bit. Releasing his hand to take the other she said softly to him "Don't rub that off, keep your hands open, please."

When both hands had been shined up and he hadn't closed his hands, she steered him to the brightest part of the classroom where the sun would be not in his eyes, but on his hands as they were spread out on a table. "There, Spyke, keep your hands just like that please till everyone has had a chance to see them." She then pushed a chair behind him for him to sit in and stood there a moment before continuing, checking to see he would remain there. Olivia moved a few chairs to the sides so more then one student could come sit to draw off each hand then stepped back. A glance around to see what the progress was and she sighed. A cup of strong turkish coffee would have been about perfect just then, but there was no way she was leaving this group to get some. Anyway, now she needed to speak to her older years now that the fourths and fifths had their assignment....

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OOC: All students posting now (who have not previous this post) are late. The following will be losing ten points each for skipping class:

• Ravens : Autumn Sanders, Lucy Whitt, & Valkyrie Able.
  
  
• Badgers: Aureli Lazarus
  
  
• Snakes: Cassiopeia Malfoy, Vicente Alencar, & Victoria Alden
  
  
• Excused because of Computer Melt-Down: Scorpius Malfoy, Klaus Audley, Anael Zabini,
  

As per the rules, posts after this should either include you're writing yourself as if you were already there or come in with or without an excuse. Every late student who arrives/posts now will earn back five points for their house. Those students who are created/sign-up later are welcome to join by posting their reactions to the beginning of the lesson as if they were always there. Those students will not be losing posts unless they sign up and then do not post.

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[Victoria Alden]

Victoria ate quickly, shoveling food into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. She wasn't the most graceful of women, her long dark hair was a mess of thick tangles and her school robes (which were far too large) were crumpled and dirty. It was how she was: messy and always seeming slightly disoriented, and with her upbringing it wasn't at all surprising that her manners weren't exactly up to par. She was strange, but at Hogwarts being normal was strange, and seemingly unwanted. Everyone at the wizarding school was special in their own way, and in that way Victoria was just like everyone else...for the most part.

The slytherin girl didn't care what anyone thought of her. She didn't doubt that they whispered behind her back, and she knew there were many different stories explaining her strange demeanor, the most popular being that she had been raised by a pack of werewolves who were more dog canine than they were man, which sadly wasn't far from the truth. Shoving the last bit of muffin in her mouth Tori straightened, swinging her legs over bench and standing, brushing crumbs off her shirt as they fell from her mouth.

She picked up her book bag and slung it over her shoulder, attempting to exit the great hall without tripping over any of her fellow students of their belongings. She was about to step out into the corridor when she was stopped as a short girl with thin brown hair stepped in front of her, flanked by two even smaller girls who must have been first years judging by their lost and slightly terrified expressions. "Alden." She said, her voice a high pitched chirp that immediately annoyed Tori.

Victoria knew the girl...sadly. Her name was Daisy Daggerfold, she was in Victoria's house and year, and Victoria had had the misfortune of sharing a dorm with her for their first year at Hogwarts. Victoria grimaced, looking down at the Daisy's pinched face in obvious displeasure. "Still skulking about I see." Daisy chirped, looking Tori up and down, her dark eyes darting wildly like a rodent's. "What do you want Dagger?" Tori drawled, slouching comfortably, knowing how Daisy loved to chatter away, just like the little stupid bird she was.

Daisy smiled, her already thin lips seeming to disappear as she grinned. "Oh, nothing at all, nothing at all. I just wanted to check up on you! Tell me Victoria, how is your dear mother?" Daisy's hideous grin disappeared, only to be replaced by what could only be classified as a poor pass for pity. For a minute everything slowed down, Victoria's vision blurred and all she could hear was the beating of her heart. She blinked and things sped back up, noise returning to the world around her. She hated Daisy, she always had...but it wasn't until now that she had realized how much.

Victoria had a low tolerance for people, they were stupid and annoying creatures and she had little time for them. There were very few people she actually could stand and even fewer that she actually cared for. Daisy was not one of them, in fact Daisy was everything Tori despised in humanity: a rich, small minded, arrogant, ignorant, loud, pureblood supremacist, who didn't know right from left even if she stopped to think about it. And now, to add to everything that made her a waste of energy, Daisy was insulting one of Victoria's people. It was an insult, however cleverly Daisy had disguised it, Tori knew.

Daisy had been there when Victoria had been called to the Headmistresses office, sometimes not returning for days. Tori hadn't told Daisy about her mother's illness, but that didn't stop the nosey girl from finding out. Once, upon returning to her room she'd found Daisy sitting on her bed, nose deep in her diary. Daisy asked so many questions, and after that Tori stopped writing her problems down, letting them pile up one on top of the other so no one would know about them. She'd hexed Daisy to keep her quiet but she was starting to believe that Daisy's fear of her had been the real spell, and the weak hex had had little to no effect. Something had to be done, Daisy's behavior was too cocky for her liking.

Victoria smiled. It was a rare and somewhat terrifying thing, and almost never seen when expressing joy. She took a small step towards Daisy, who's pitiful gaze was quickly replaced by something close to fear as she began to second guess her actions. "Now listen here Dagger," Victoria said, her voice just as cold as ever despite her smile. "It's not your place to talk about my mother, not now, not ever. If I ever hear you mention her again, to me or anyone else I will make sure you regret it, now if you'll excuse me." Victoria stepped around Daisy and her young lackeys, and began to walk away. Before she got too far away she stopped, turning to face Daisy once more. "On second thought Miss Daisy, do not mention anything to me ever again. Even if there is a troll in the dungeons, I would rather die than hear one more tweet from you. When I enter the room you will cease from making any noise, and only when I exit will you resume. I trust you will humor me, for your own safety. You know how we Aldens are!" She smiled again finishing the sentence in her silently Fucking crazy. briefly before turning away and stalking down the hallway, her book bag slapping against her thigh.

She was running late for class, but she didn't care. Anger coursed through her, but she refused to let it show. How dare that stupid girl bring up Madalyn? How dare she! Victoria wanted to turn around and find Daisy. She wanted to hurt her, to destroy her in front of all her little friends. But Tori knew she couldn't, she knew if she did she'd be in McGonagall's office before she could blink and no explanation would please the Headmistress when there was another student bleeding profusely in the Hospital Wing. She made her way up the always moving staircases, up to the sixth floor before she stopped.

She felt like she was going to be sick, and she had a feeling the Divination professor wouldn't be happy if she vomited all over her crystal ball. There wasn't a bathroom in sight and she could feel the bile rising. She forced her way into what she hoped was and empty classroom and looked around for a bucket or a bag or anything she could spew into. There was nothing in the room except for an old desk, but something was better than nothing. She dropped her bag to the floor and rushed over, dropping to her knees and pulling open one of the crusty drawers. She attempted to hold her hair back, expecting the blueberry muffin she'd had for lunch to come up in a chunky half-digested mess. She was surprised, when instead of vomit, a loud sob escaped her.

She covered her mouth, but the sobbing continued, tears streaming down her face. She didn't understand why she was crying but it continued, and she knew there was no way she could stop it. She sat there crying on the dirty floor of the unused classroom, for how long she had no idea but by the time she had finished she was a mess. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks and hair were wet with tears. She stood, wiping her her face on her sleeves and picking up her bag. She slowly made her way up to the seventh floor of the castle and climbed into the Divination Tower. She knew she was late, but she failed to acknowledge the professor. Instead she made her way to the back of the classroom, taking a seat at an empty table as far away from everyone else as she possibly could and setting her things down.

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While Vincent was checking out the view (both the room which was interesting and the teacher who had a killer bod), things happened. First, Crowe suddenly woke up to being... well his actions said he was suddenly in the mood for extra-curicular activity which wasn't apart of Divination. Which made Vin wonder if there was a Divination which required sex. Before he could open his book to find out, more stuff happened of an entirely distracting variety. Jasper suddenly announced he was dating (with Mihail? Oh my) and then the Professor showed herself to be an activist teacher by using magic to forcibly separate the combatants before they began, threatened manual labor in the sewer (which he hadn't found yet which piqued his interest instantly), and then gave Mihail permission to go to the bathroom and hexxed his stuff to force timely compliance!

He would have whistled, impressed, but stopped himself from A ) drawing her attention and B ) it would sound too much like a wolf whistle. Damn, where were the witches like her in his year? More then a little turned on, he shifted a bit in his chair as she launched the class into their subject of the day. The book sitting in front of him which he had been about to open suddenly flipped open to a specific page along with everyone else's and his eyebrows went up. This was getting more and more interesting by the minute! As she spoke and another boy asked a question, Vincent's eyes fell on the words in his book "unspoiled boy." It took only a moment for his mind to jump to the clear point that this divination she was telling them only worked on virgin boys. His grin came out as the teacher mentioned she was sure there were few around. Wow, she knew her students he thought to himself, remembering several encounters for himself alone.

Getting his sheet and assignment, she got the boy ready as Vin skimmed the page. Tea leaf reading had been boring as hell to him so he was glad at least there was a bit of variety. When he had the general grasp, and no one had gotten up yet, he picked up the sheet and his quill, went over to where the boy had his fingers laid out in the sunlight down the middle of the room, and took a chair, flashing the boy a grin (who looked a bit bewildered, but then again he shouldn't be in this subject yet anyway, right?), and looked closely at his fingernails. Not the cleanest of course, but the oil did make some things jump out to him. Sketching in what he saw he worked for about two minutes getting all his impressions down and then retreated to his desk to go through the symbols dictionary and see what he had just found out.

He hadn't seen his sister enter yet as she had done so quietly.

[Lucy Whitt]

Lucy was terrified of being late. That was the one thing she did not want at least for the beginning of the year though she didn't care much for doing it later in the year. At least she wasn't near as bad as Dylan. Even now she knew his track record with attended classes was rather low. They just never held any interest for him, not something she could say that she understood but that was how he felt. All she was hoping for was that one day he was going to start to care, soon would be her preference.

Lucy snapped back to class, she had been sitting there. She had not seen the whole situation with the boys but she had heard enough about it to guess what had happened. Her long brown hair was clipped back and she of course was wearing her usual uniform. Her heals together and her lips pursed together. A few loose strands of hair fell around the brunettes face as she took note of everything the teacher was saying. Per usual her features were touched up very little and she seemed to be wearing little make up. Lucy was just someone who had never bothered to deal with any of it. So for now she was just sticking to herself. What kind of purpose was there for her to talk to other students well at least yet.

She already liked the professor though. She was nice, without being to harsh and she seemed to really value the lessons she was teaching. Plus as much as Lucy liked the tea leaf aspect, admittedly she was glad to go away from it. After she explained what they were meant to do, Lucy dived right into the book. Her brows a bit furrowed, it was obvious that she was in the class to learn. She sat up straight, her posture almost perfect and she crossed her tanned legs. Studying and flipping the pages. For a moment she looked up, her green eyes shinning but they went right back to the pages. She was hoping there would be someone that she at least semi knew but apparently that was not to be.

Getting up to do the next part, she rose from her desk. A few people glanced at her, especially after she walked by. Floral scent seemed to follow, not one that was to annoying it was more pleasant to be honest. It did not smell as though she had applied to much but it was something light that followed her. When she got to the table, someone else was already sitting there. She moved out of Vincent's way "excuse me" it was probably the first words that the green eyed girl had muttered to him. Their eyes didn't meet because well she was to busy thinking to even consider it. Sitting herself down, she brushed her brown hair to one side and smiled at the boy, after all it must of been weird to have people looking at your hands. "May I?" she asked rather politely as she began to examine them and write things down.

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