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Post by jeona on Dec 12, 2008 15:27:55 GMT 1
(ooc- I'm taking Jeona's story backwards a little. Her story is important to me and I'd love to role play anyone who wants to doubt her divination abilities no matter how much it seems like they may be real. This thread comes just before this one with Prof. Adair where she keeps coming up with the same results when she shakes a jar and spills out the contents. I need role players who will either make fun of her or offer solid doubt that her results mean something. Thanks) Jeona shook the jar and dumped the coin, bone, key and die onto the floor again for the millionth time and once more, they all came out the same. The bone pointed up and down, the coin came up tails, the die rolled a 2 and the key pointed East. It was always, ALWAYS the same combination, everytime. She tried moving her body in different ways too, and the only variable was that the tiny bird bone would point up and down depending on where she faced it when he landed. This would have been cool if it weren't scaring the daylights out of her. Why her? Why was she getting this repeated sign and what did it mean? She'd had two other people try to her experiement of shaking the noisy jar then spilling out all the objects and it didn't work for them. Just her. Their spills came out random but her was always the very same. It was wrong and it must have meant something big but she had no idea what. Jeona was ready to cry. She did set the jar down on the bench she was sitting on and buried her face in her hands for a moment to calm herself down. This needed lots of thought and logic that she wasn't sure she was capable of. |
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Post by emilia on Dec 12, 2008 17:20:52 GMT 1
[OOC: Hee hee...]
Emilia was feeling tetchy. She'd passed a group of Slytherin sixth years on the way to potions this morning, and she was sure one of them had muttered 'wannabe' under their breath. And they were sixth years. She was a seventh year, and there were certain unwritten rules about making fun of someone who was above you at school. You just didn't do it. She plodded along, brow furrowed angrily. She needed a moment to be alone and maybe break something.
It was hard to get time to yourself at a place like Hogwarts. After all, you shared a room unless you were the head boy or girl, and the common rooms were always filled with noisy idiots taking up space and using up air. The Ravenclaw common room had been full of people when she'd arrived back after lunch, and Emilia had promptly turned on her heel and headed out again. And now she was on the third floor, feeling grumpy, desiring only to be alone for a while. She found herself drawn towards the trophy room. It was always empty, wasn't it?
Emilia made an angry little noise as she discovered that even the trophy room was occupied. Some stupid fifth year had taken up residence on one of the benches. Emilia was tempted to storm away, but paused for a moment, looking slyly at the girl, whose face was obscured by her hand. She strode towards her. It was her duty, really, to restore the rightful order of things. Older students picked on younger ones. That was how it worked. She could scare a fifth year away without too much trouble. As she came closer she noticed the items scattered around the younger girl. What on earth was she doing?
"What's that meant to be?"
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Post by jeona on Dec 12, 2008 17:51:26 GMT 1
Jeona took in a deep breath and raised her head. She certainly couldn't show anyone she was upset. It was bad enough not many believed in divination but to see her crying because her divining was driving her mad was unbearable.
She recognized the girl from her house. Another Ravenclaw. That would never work. Of all the houses, Ravenclaws seemed to be the most resistant. At least, that's what Jeona had seen. But she'd try to explain this since the girl asked. Maybe she could insert logic in all this where Jeona was failing miserably.
"I'm testing that saying about insanity." She smiled mirthlessly. "Doing the same experiment over and over again with the same results in a sign of insanity. It's working." She picked up each item and placed it in the jar and gave it a good shake. "Everytime I dump this jar out, the item fall out the same way. The key will face East, the bone points up and down, the die rolls a two and coin will come up tails." She dumped out the jar and it all came up just that way. "I swear I've switched out each item in case there was a faulty coin or a weighted die. It doesn't seem to matter. It always turns out just this way."
Jeona hoped the girl would have something helpful to give her so she could stop freaking out about this. This incoming message made no sense at all and maybe a new pair of eyes would see it.
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Post by emilia on Feb 7, 2009 23:43:55 GMT 1
God. How ridiculous. The stupid girl had thrown out a few objects a few times, probably performed a bit of accidental magic, and she thought there was reason to be worried.
"You're probably forcing it to happen, you know..." Emilia pointed out snidely,"some people just aren't very good at actually directing their magic."
How she hated fifth years. There was nothing worse. Except maybe fourth years. Emilia wrinkled her nose at the thought. She'd go find some fourth years once she was done with this little idiot. There had to be some benefits to being in her final year, even if she had hated almost every moment since she had walked through the enormous front doors of the school. It wasn't the school, mind you, so much as the people in it.
"So..." Emilia looked at the fifth year pointedly. Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" She checked her watch. It was nearly lunchtime, but classes were still running. "Don't think that just because we're in the same house I won't report you for skipping class."
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