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Post by april on Oct 23, 2006 14:07:45 GMT -5
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
April knew that she was failing in potions, heck; she had been ever since … well, forever. But now the Professor had said she needed a tutor, and she had been sitting in her for the past ten minutes, staring at the clock. Well, at least this told her she probably wasn’t having a nerd that would be tutoring her. On a Saturday. She could be doing so much better then sitting here in the classroom on her own. Bloody hell, her tutor was probably off drunk or something. Why had she even bothered to come?
She stared at the book in front of her, bored of the clock. 'Potions with Helga.' Oh fun. Now she thought about it, if her tutor couldn’t be bothered to come then why should she wait here? She would wait ten minutes. Then she was going.
The table seemed to be interesting to her more then the clock.
‘Darren was here’
‘Hannah is hot!’
She grabbed a quill and stared to draw a little face. God, she was so bored.
She remembered her friend’s faces when she told them about her sessions. They weren’t surprised. Her father was probably too occupied to care, and her brother was avoiding her family She knew people had a worse life then her, but it was hard to accept that.
She touched the locket around her neck with a sigh, before abandoning the quill and staring at the blackboard.
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Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Oct 24, 2006 14:50:59 GMT -5
Glancing at his pocket watch, Serphius chewed his plump lower lip nervously as he shivered his unsteady way down the ice pass. It was getting on, and he was late, which was technically Alexys's fault. The boy refused to accept that he wasn't to come to the tutoring meeting along with his friend. It had taken an hour of reasoning and bargaining to get the seventeen year old to go be normal for a day - go sleep in his own, correct dorms for once, go meet and talk to new people, go not be a freak (he'd been rather upset when Serphius had said this).
Teeth chattering, he rubbed his spidery hands together in some weak attempt to warm them up. He was poorly protected against the cold, clad in tight and low black jeans, white slip on Vans, a black plain t-shirt, and a white woolen scarf (and his polka-dot hat, of course). His black hair was the same as ever, shaggy and falling over his eyes, and his skin was pale as porcelain, save for the small rosy patches on his gaunt cheeks, brought up by the low temperatures. Seeing his breath in a small cloud before him, Serphius stopped, and sighed. He hated the cold. He didn't want to teach anyone.
Serphius was quite blatantly puzzled at why the Professor had picked him to tutor in the first place. He was hardly Mr Potion Whiz, so he pitied whoever he was supposed to teach. And another thing; just who was he meant to teach? No name ad been given, just a time and a place. Knowing his luck, he anticipated a complete asshole who pestered him with stupid un-potions related questions, or just generally screwed around, or some idiot which just couldn't do anything at all, and he ended up doing the whole year's coursework for two people.
Slowly, quietly, he opened the door to the classroom, and was Almost pleased to see a familiar figure, bent over a desk, scribbling on it. Silently, he padded forward, and slipped into the seat at the desk beside April.
"So! Are you the lucky soul that's going to become the vessel of my knowledge?" |
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Post by april on Oct 25, 2006 2:55:41 GMT -5
April jumped at the familiar voice. YES! It was someone she knew. If there was a god up there ... then thank you. She grinned. "Yes, I'm guessing so." She said, putting the quill down. "I'm freezing, what took you so long?" She asked, but she couldn't be that angry. At least she knew the person tutoring her, and as far as she knew he wouldn't be a complete asshole to her. She didn't know what else to do, so she just waited for him to grab a book or something. |
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Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Oct 26, 2006 10:18:52 GMT -5
Serphius flashed a smile, a thing which he was finally getting the hang of, even if it did still look a little awkward.
"Yes, I'm quite late, arn't I..." he mumbled, looking sheepishly away. How was he going to explain that one? If he said something like 'I had to beg my seventeen year old male friend to be normal, and persuade him to go talk to other people by plying him with time, attention and affection'? April would surely think he was a freak...not that he could really deny it anyway, "Sorry about that. Fell asleep read my book."
Serphius looked around the empty classroom. What should they do? Where should they start?
"So, er, what should we start with?" he asked, directing his attention back to April, "We could....start with your biggest problem with potions, and work for there?" |
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Post by april on Nov 6, 2006 14:39:44 GMT -5
Right. Biggest problem...um. Oh yeah, everything. Well not /everything/. Come on, so she got 30% on the stupid exam, it didn't mean anything, right?
Okay, maybe it did, since she needed the best grade possible in Potions for the job she had in mind, and she was far from that. Oh, she needed to say something. "Well. Biggest problem..." She needed to think. Fast. She needed to remember something that the Professor had said during class. Sleeping Drafts? She would give it a try. "I suck at Sleeping Drafts, maybe we could work on that?" She asked, offering a weak smile.
Ah, the floor had never had a better time then to open up and swallow her. |
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Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Nov 6, 2006 14:47:58 GMT -5
"Sleeping Draft?" Serphius repeated, and nodded. Sleeping Draft. Yeah, he could do that. He made them frequently. It was often they only way the poor Intermise boy could get an unbroken night of sleep anymore, though he made them too strong on more than one occation, which meant he over slept, and ended up getting into trouble with the profesors, "Yeah, okay, cool. We'll start with that then"
Serphius stood up, but suddenly looked rather lost. Where would they get the supplies, or the books from? Wasn't the cupboard usualy locked?
"Uhm...Do we just...help ourselves to the stuff?" He asked April, feeling rather useless. |
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Post by april on Nov 6, 2006 14:59:07 GMT -5
"I" she paused, it was then that it dawned on her that she had no idea at all. "I don't know." She said truthfully, looking around. "Is the cupboard locked?" She asked, standing up and glancing at the cupboard, wondering if the Professor locked it or left it open for them. "If it's locked I'll go ask Professor Andrews for the key." She said, glancing now at the door, wondering where the Professor was. |
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Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Nov 6, 2006 15:05:03 GMT -5
Serphius restrain himself from shrugging, as it was impolite, and quickly scuttled over to try the cupboard doors. To his mild surprise, they had been left open. He pulled open the doors wide, and drew out two potion text books, one in either hand.
"Nope, it's okay," he said, nudging the doors shut with his toe, brandishing the textbooks, "It was unlocked."
Serphius wandered back to the desk where they had been sitting, and sat the slightly less tattered one down infront of April, before sitting down himself.
"Uhm...It's in the third chapter, I think..." |
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Post by april on Nov 6, 2006 15:33:32 GMT -5
She opened the book, going through and looking at the headings until she came to the Sleeping Draft. Just an hour. Then she would be free of Potions until Monday. She read the passage to herself then nodded. She understood. Totally. Okay, more then a little but not fully. So what? Serphius would know, right? That was what he was here for. Damn, she already did potions three times a week, and now on weekend's? Did God hate her? It seemed like it. |
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Post by Serphius de la Ravin on Nov 6, 2006 15:59:35 GMT -5
Serphius scanned over the few pages on the making and useage of a sleeping potion. He nodded to himself as he quietly revised, waiting for April to read it over too. he looked up, and shut the book gently.
"So, you've read it over? Everything okay? Now, do you have any questions about it?" Serphius asked, hoping that this was how you tutored someone, and he wasn't just acting like a useless twat. Pale fingers picked at he corner of the book cover nervously as he chewed on his lip, waiting for the reply. |
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