Post by daphne on Jan 2, 2009 8:12:18 GMT 1
Arielle stared blankly at her potions book. This was the worst subject ever. She desperately needed to find herself a tutor. Her grade was currently plunging, and if she couldn't figure out how to make a draught of something or other, or she would be getting a P. She couldn't afford that. She had been trying to study it for the past two hours, yet not a single word had been absorbed into her mind. She was starting to get a headache. She got up and scanned the shelves for some type of potion book that could explain it easily. Nothing. She put her face in her palm and tried to find something entertaining. She found a thin, worn looking book. She pulled it off of the shelf and studied the title. "The Tales Of Beedle The Bard? What?" Her parents had been huge fans of muggles, so she had practically grown up as one.
She had no idea what it was. She stood staring at the book, and walked over to the table where she had previously been stationed. She placed the book on the table and opened it to the first page. "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot."Along the borders, there were phrases scrawled, such as muggle-lovers. She stared at the many insulting comments, her jaw hanging open in horror. She could not believe it. She got to the end of the first chapter, and promptly snapped it closed and pushed it aside in disgust. She clenched her teeth and sank low in her chair. She had always been disgusted with discriminatory people. Arielle had never paid much attention to her blood-status and saw no reason for anyone to feel anyone would feel people with muggle blood were lower then pure-bloods. She looked up just in time to notice someone aproach the table she was at. She quickly sat up as they sat in the chair beside her.
She had no idea what it was. She stood staring at the book, and walked over to the table where she had previously been stationed. She placed the book on the table and opened it to the first page. "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot."Along the borders, there were phrases scrawled, such as muggle-lovers. She stared at the many insulting comments, her jaw hanging open in horror. She could not believe it. She got to the end of the first chapter, and promptly snapped it closed and pushed it aside in disgust. She clenched her teeth and sank low in her chair. She had always been disgusted with discriminatory people. Arielle had never paid much attention to her blood-status and saw no reason for anyone to feel anyone would feel people with muggle blood were lower then pure-bloods. She looked up just in time to notice someone aproach the table she was at. She quickly sat up as they sat in the chair beside her.