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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 7, 2011 15:36:04 GMT 1
Prue, being a bookworm since day one, was sitting behind one of the desks in the library. Despite her being concerned in her studies, she was still prone to fall to some temptations and one of which would be reading best-seller novels. Of course, reading one of the best novels ever written was never a bad thing in itself... the problem was she was doing it instead of her Divination tea leaves reading report due tomorrow.
If her homework was all about any other topic or subject in the world, she would have done it faster than one could have winked. She believed in destiny to some extent. Fate was on that very page also. Coincidences, however, for her, was written on a different book with a different page number. She believed that everything happens for a reason… which was why tea leaves appearing exactly like the grim coincidentally on her tea cup not long ago led her to laziness. And, laziness buried her nose deep down in a book.
It worried her also. It was not the coincidental appearance of the grim that worried her. It was her feeling the instant she saw it. She felt her scalp, arms and back turn into gooseflesh and that feeling was major bad. She sighed as she tried and failed to finish reading the page five of her novel. [/color] |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 7, 2011 17:48:15 GMT 1
Ambrosia was just heading to the library to pick up a few books for some research of her own. This was not the first time the professor was spotted in the library and she would often leave with a stack of books. Slowly she walked into the doorway a bit preoccupied as she was thinking about the books she would need to grab today. However when she spotted the fifth year student she was a bit curious as to what the child was up to. She knew that students came here to read books and relax, But she had never felt one as troubled as this one seemed.
Walking slowly up to the child she folded her arms over her chest and looked at her softly taking in the atmosphere a moment before speaking softly, "Is everything alright my dear?" She rose a curious eyebrow at the child and smiled softly and reassuringly.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 8, 2011 4:22:04 GMT 1
Prudence bit her lip and started chewing it a little bit as she grew more restless by the minute. No matter how much she tried to focus on the book before her, her mind ended up running back to the monstrous image of the grim… on her tea cup not very long ago. The idea of coincidences never sat well with her before and it still did not now. And, no matter how many times she told herself that the grim formation on her cup was just an extreme force of coincidence acting, it still felt wrong. For that reason, that was bad. If there was something she was almost certain to be always right, it would be her intuition, which was telling her to put down the book now and hitting the books for the grim.
She closed the book gently, looking at it longingly as she started packing up. Maybe she could borrow this one along with a couple of divination books. That’s right she would grab the two most insightful books on the grim and hole-up in the library until curfew or a little bit after. She stood up as she packed the lasts of her books and parchments. The novel she could not resist, however, lured her to sit down again. She did not even notice her book in Divination was the only other thing that sat on her table besides the novel and her book bag.
That was, most probably, the scene that the professor saw. She was being very indecisive more than ever as to what she was going to do. Was I that obvious? She asked herself, turning around to get a good look at the professor. Apparently I was that obvious. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself. She did not even know what she would say to her. There was one thing she knew though and it was a fact. Whenever a professor, or anyone else for that matter, asked her a question, she answered. “Professor, it’s nice to see you here again.” She smiled, still trying to know to think of an answer. “Truth be told professor, I have not a clue.” She added. Anyone who was concerned about her deserved the truth. And, before she could even think about it, she blurted out. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” [/color] |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 8, 2011 4:28:22 GMT 1
Ambrosia had taken in notice as she approached the divination book as well as the novel, What concerned her though was neither of those. She looked at the child and spoke softly, "You may ask me whatever you wish to ask me, That is what a professor is here for after all." She smiled softly and moved to sit opposite of her and crossed her legs under the table and put her hands together just above the table as she waited for the child to speak again. She knew something was bothering her, and that fact alone did not settle well with the professor.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 8, 2011 10:05:34 GMT 1
The professor’s smile and kind response reassured her that talking to her was the right thing to do. And, when she sat down, looking really prepared to listen, made any feeling of hesitation she had at the moment go away. Despite the fact that she had never spoken to her about anything except academics before, she was right, professors are always there to help… especially with questions. Just ask away Prue. She bit her lip as she constructed a question.
“Professor,” She started. “Do you, by chance, believe in tarot cards, tea leaves and the likes?” She finished, allowing herself to be comfortable. Really, she was thankful that the professor passed by. Talking to someone about the creepy made her feel better. |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 8, 2011 15:45:24 GMT 1
Ambrosia knew that Witches and Wizards thought highly of these things and thus she spoke softly, "Yes I believe in Tarot cards and things considered in Divination." She smiled and shifted her legs and looked to the girl with a smile, "Has you found something to which you believe not true, Or that you dont believe?" She rose an eyebrow as her smile continued but less widely. She was there to listen to the child, And such information might be useful to herself as well.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 8, 2011 16:19:20 GMT 1
Prue did not have to wait long. The professor’s answer came naturally. What was she thinking? Of course the professor believed in Divination. She certainly know that now, what she does not know is the degree of trust/fondness the professor had about the subject. Not wanting to offend her, just in case she was a seer, just like her grandmother, or a big fan of Divination, she picked her words carefully.
“I do believe in seers, visions and prophesies, Professor, and, actually, almost everything about Divination. Really. I just could not see the logic behind tarot cards… especially tea leaves.” She paused, trying to assess the professor. Fortunately, she was not talking to her grandmother or the school’s Divination professor. “It would be foolish of me to actually try to find logic in everything. As a student though, I just could not help but wonder about the magic behind tea leaves...” You just don’t want to believe it cause you saw the grim. A creepy voice echoed in her head. And, she shivered. [/blockquote] |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 8, 2011 21:18:12 GMT 1
Ambrosia listened silently as she spoke and watched her expressions closely. When she was finished speaking Ambrosia nodded before speaking softly, "Well I am no Divination professor nor do I study it myself. I do however understand it a bit, if you wish to speak about it some more." She had caught her shiver and wondered what truly had this child worked up like this.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 9, 2011 5:31:20 GMT 1
Prudence nodded in understanding. At this point, she did not know what else to say. She took a deep breath and remembered a particular story her mother told her about the grim. Wanting to be able to think clearly, she shoved it aside. She noticed that she still had the professor’s full attention; and, she was most probably waiting for her to speak up.
She had been dying to ask a question along the lines of the following: DO you die when you see the grim? and Do people survive after seeing the grim? but, instead she said… “Are tea leaves readings always true? I mean aren’t there chances that a figure might be formed coincidentally or accidentally… meaning it might not mean anything… even though it certainly looked like a figure?” She finished, biting her tongue so as not to add the words: like the grim, perhaps.
She does not believe in coincidences. Things happened for a reason. Always. But, if the professor said it was possible for tea leaves figures to be coincidental, she would gladly take her word for it. [/blockquote] |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 10, 2011 6:50:07 GMT 1
Ambrosia watched her as she sat there for a few moments in silence, no doubt she was thinking about whatever was bothering herself and trying to figure out the words to say it. However when she looked back to her and spoke the professor smiled and spoke softly, "If you are asking for my personal opinion i would say that fate has many paths, and if you allow your life to be ruled by one thing or the other than you are falling short on all that can happen." She smiled and shifted her legs again under the table before speaking again, "Tell me child, what is it that you saw or have seen before that is bothering you so badly?" She rose a curious eyebrow.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 10, 2011 15:46:07 GMT 1
The professor’s words cleared her mind. It can be compared to an ‘evanesco’ charm used in potions. The things that were boggling her in her head just went away when she realize the professor’s point. She could not dwell on the grim’s appearance. If something bad was going to happen, she had no way of knowing it; thus, no way of preventing it. All she could do was wait, for her fate, just like everybody else’s, remains to be seen; and, to deal with it the best she could when it comes.
“Thank you for your opinion, Professor.” She smiled, and for the first time after seeing the grim she felt truly herself. Her follow-up question though made her pause to think. “Truth be told, I’m not bothered anymore. Thanks to your amazing opinion, professor.” Her smile stretched into a grin as she thanked her for the second time. “But, since you wanted to know… Not long before you saw me here, about 2 hours ago, I was doing some Divination. I poured some tea on a cup; concentrated and asked what would become of the world; and, when I spilled the tea on the sink… and looked into the cup.” She sighed. “I think I saw the grim.” [/blockquote] |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 10, 2011 23:55:08 GMT 1
Ambrosia could sense the relief in the child and her lips curled into a delighted smile, She took in what had bothered her and spoke softly, "The thing about the tea leaves is you never know when they are to come true. Perhaps what you had seen was predicted for tomorow, Or could also be years away." She smiled and then spoke again, "I am glad that you are once again at peace." She winked at the girl happily.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 11, 2011 11:13:15 GMT 1
The professor’s smile made her smile too and her wink made her chuckle. She was so glad the professor stopped by. If she had not been able to talk to her, she would still be dwelling on the grim and most probably wasting more time in the future. “I don’t want to intrude, Professor. But I could not help but wonder what brought you here tonight?” She half asked half stated, eyeing the professor curiously.
Then a spasm of panic washed through her. She was talking to a Professor and professors had a lot on their to-do lists. “I’m sorry for taking a lot of your time.” She said sincerely. |
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Post by ambrosia on Jan 11, 2011 23:17:00 GMT 1
Ambrosia laughed softly and happily before speaking, "Think nothing of it darling, I was just hear to gather a few books to do a bit of reading." She smiled and then spoke softly, "I have found a fascination in the unknown, and the fact that things remain unknown." She laughed softly not knowing if the girl would understand.
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Post by Prudence Campbell on Jan 12, 2011 10:20:25 GMT 1
She smiled at the very nice professor. She was already in her fifth year and yet it was only now that she was able to talk to her outside of class. What the professor said next puzzled her… especially the latter part of her words. The professor’s laugh changed Prue’s mood and now she stared intently at nothing in particular.
A line like that can be a product of keeping many secrets for years. Or, it may be that the person was just not open to other people. Or maybe the person was just fascinated by the fact that no one can ever know everything, that even the most intelligent person ever born could never know everything. She bit her lip, not knowing which the professor’s case was.
Her gut told her that there was only one way to find out and it was telling her that it was now or never. “What do you mean, Professor?” She inquired, crossing her fingers under the table, hoping that the professor being ‘just not open to other people’ was not the case. |
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