Divination 13.2

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Divination 13.2

[Professor Kelly]

9:00 am. Finn hated these early morning classes, but they were necessary. Especially today. He'd gotten word last night that the professor wouldn't be able to make it, and would he mind taking over. Which he never did. Finn found that he really enjoyed teaching, and he did not mind the occasional sub. It was a nice change from potions, that was why, he took on the odd class. It was why he attempted to teach Theory, and the only reason that attempt failed was because of the Sifres. He supposed when they were gone next year, he could take on another class. But he would see.... maybe he would just continue the subbing thing, after all more time in the classroom meant less time for his family and he didn't want to sacrifice that.

Finn set the desks in rows, and in pairs.  That is there were double desks. It was good that this class was scheduled for the morning, maybe some of the students would still be sleepy, which fit in perfectly for today's lesson. He'd considered switching this class to nine at night, but decided he preferred to not have to magically induce sleep and wake up times, this way, at least they were still close enough to sleep, to hopefully have a good thing to write, and then he hoped they would be awake enough to interpret for that was half the class. He scrawled on the board in his messy handwriting, If you do not have a dream journal, please pick on up at the professor's desk. If you failed to bring yours to class [which you should not be, since your professor mentioned it at the end of last class] take out fresh parchment.. Once his message was up, Finn sat crossed legged on the desk, the stack of journal's next to him.

if you need a dream journal thread, please post an note and i will create one for you. just as example of the rows, since i will not have time to update a chart, the seats are [00|00] [00|00] [00|00] [00|00] [00|00] <--- rows like that. this class is taking place in early march, thank you:ooc:

[James Stafford]

Divination was a dumb class, but it promoted a heavy trade in black market talismans, potions, devices, and tarot cards, so James always went to class to scope out the girls and gullible boys that liked the class. At least the Professor, Kelly was his head of house, and he liked the man's potions classes, too. Today, the Divination Tower was emtpy, so James sat at one of the twin desks and opened his book, supposedly to read all about the wonders of Divination, and all its disciplines.

Professor Kelly was there, and James had forgotten his Dream Journal. He didn't like writing in it, and he almost always forgot it. Not that dreams made any sense anyway. He raised his hand to get one to start afresh. Then he went on reading, but kept an eye on the door, to see what marks would be in class today. Maybe those two Slytherin girls he'd sold some expensive tarot cards to would come to class, and he could talk to them about divining rods, and crystal pendants.

  I would like to get a Dream Journal. 

[Matthew Garrow]

It was another one of those classes, divination. Classes that he had never signed up to take, and never would again. He despised the idea of recording dreams, predicting stuff. Stupid little things. It wasn't worth anything anyway. When he arrived, there was only one other person there, James Stafford. He was a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team, quite the talent. He showed promise.

He smiled at the boy, but passed by, taking a journal as he went. Matthew knew he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. He sat to the far right of the professors desk and waited in silence for class to start. He wasn't in the best state of mind for this class, but he really didn't quite care.

[Choi Myung-Dae]

Three hours of sleep... Myung-Dae's nighttime routine of staying up late wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it had been before. Sure, he kept at it, partly in hopes that Akira would turn up again at night, like she did after returning from Lithuania, that night they'd first shared a kiss... But also he had been working hard at his transfiguration, eager to get improve his skills so that eventually he'd be able to turn into an animagus. The dark arts book he and Akira had shared was in her possession - he'd left it with her when he knew he was leaving, and now he no longer had it back. So he would need either to find where she might have stored it - provided she hadn't stored it in her trunk, in which case, it was unlikely he would find it - or to find another dark arts book, so that he could continue his nighttime studies once he had become an animagus, again, provided he succeeded. So trudging up the ladder to the Divination classroom was the last thing he really wanted to do, even if he had a feeling that this class would involve more sleep, which he wasn't the least bit opposed to this morning.

Entering the classroom, he found a comfortable back seat with an unoccupied desk next to it, pulled out his dream journal - which contained nothing more than doodlings and drawings of snakes, badgers being eaten by snakes, and plenty of crossed out sentences, phrases, and incantations he'd jotted down idly as he mused over how to best his enemies - especially Jace and Vox. Magically removing many of these with his wand, knowing that even though he hated this subject and thought it was a load of dragon dung he still needed not to get in trouble for carelessness, he came across an incantation he and Akira had been working on before he left. Sectumsempra. It was scrawled across the margin of the page in tiny writing, but Myung-Dae wouldn't risk getting caught with this either. So, erasing it with his wand, he thought about how he wished he'd used it on Windsor the day he'd returned in the common room. Sure, using dark magic wasn't allowed at Hogwarts, and if nobody else would have ratted him out, he's sure that pathetic excuse for a wizard would, but it was certainly a temptation. For now though, Myung-Dae just thought about the incantation over and over again, staring blankly at the blank page of parchment sitting before him, freshly purged of the incriminating words that would show that he practiced dark magic.

[Paul MacLeod]

  Paul needs a Dream Journal Please 

The Divination Tower was one of the higher points of the school, but Paul wasn't as fascinated with the subject as he might be. Like most boys his age, he had a certain curiosity about Divination, and he'd give anything a chance, but he knew it wasn't his destiny to be some great Oracle. Some of his friends claimed to have the second sight, but Paul never quite believed them. Tarot readings seemed really subjective to him, but sometimes -- sometimes -- Divination came close to a truthful happening. It explained the unexaplainable, and Paul had plenty of imagination.

It was all Slytherins when he came through the door. Professor Kelly was head of that house, so maybe these boys were superfans or the Professor or something. He discretely chose a seat out of the way. He didn't know any of the boys as they were all older. It was strange to see all boys in class: Usually, it was overflowing with giggling girls trying to find out who their next love interest was. As if you could actually tell by flipping cards over. They kept track of things in a Dream Journal, so he took this out and got ready for whatever incense-candle-teacup work they were going to do today.

[Cerise Valassion]

This was going to be her final year of Divination, that was certain. What would it be today in Divination class? Maybe it would be dice or divining rods, or maybe crystal balls. Cerise enjoyed the class, even if she wasn't inclined to believe that half of what was divined was remotely possible. The climb to the tower was arduous with all the stairs, but she arrived early, and took one of the front row seats. None of her friends had arrived yet, so she buried her nose in a book. However, now she could see that Myung was here, along with the kid Stafford who played for Slytherin as a Chaser. In fact, Matt Garrow was here too. She gave him a smile and a nod.

There was nothing on the blackboard from the Professor. So she went back to reading about ancient Seers in Greece who used to read the entrails of animals slaughtered for the purpose. It seemed barbaric, and she had a hard time connecting the human divination part with the entrails of a goat. Delphi was much more interesting. At least there, the temple girls put themselves into a trance via herbs, incense and dancing. What kind of state this caused was sort of a clairvoyant one, and predicting future events became possible. While Cerise knew concentration was possible to shut out unwanted stimuli, how could you determine what was true and what wasn't?

[Fornia Bekhet]

  Fornia would like a Dream Journal, please and thanks 

Voices that came from beyond the real world were interesting to Fornia, and her ancestors had set great value on being able to preduct the future, or the outcome of some event. Some of it was pure superstition, and Fornia didn't believe in all of it. There were things that were unusual and too radical to be a coincidence. These were the reasons she'd continued to take the class. Some of the forms of Divination were more interesting to the dark-haired girl. Genethliogy was interesting, because it found patterns in peoples birthdays and ancestors birthdays. Margaritomancy was also fascinating, and Fornia's great-aunt had often showed this to young Fornia, where she would remove her necklace of pearls, and cast them across the hardwood floor and watched how they landed and bounced, and what patterns they showed. Fornia did cloud-gazing when she was young too, seeing things in the sky.

Professor Kelly had been teaching hte subject this year, and she'd found that he didn't quite get into the mysticism so much, but rather taught many methods of Divination so that people could figure out what they liked or believed worked for them. Fornia wasn't so sure of any particular form, she was just trying to make sense out of her own world. The classroom was in the topmost tower on the North side of the castle, a long walk for the Hufflepuff girl, but she enjoyed walking with friends, or going with Michiyo, although her friend had been sick, and hadn't been around. She looked for her again in Divination, but she wasn't there. There was a boy she'd seen often named Paul MacLeod, and a couple of Slytherins that she didn't really know. She studied a chapter on water witching to pass the time.