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Post by alyssa on Dec 1, 2011 18:34:07 GMT -5
Inhaling the sweet scent of newly mown grass, Alyssa stretched out in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. She lay on her back, just looking at the powdery blue sky. Its white clouds floated tantalizing above her, fluffy like freshly spun sugar. For a minute, she forgot the reality of the world, and her hand reached up, to grab the cloud that seemed to be just centimeters away. How silly am I? she asked herself.
Laughing, she pulled her hand protectively to her chest, before rolling over onto her stomach. Feet in the air, she used her eyes to trace the chalky white lines that divided the pitch into it’s respective parts. It’s a day for lazing about. Getting bored of the pitch itself, she leaped up. The sudden movement made her see black for a moment, but she shook it off as blinking.
Climbing up onto the bleachers, she could see a few other people just lounging around. They seemed to be doing nothing but staring across the playing field. Placing herself in the Ravenclaw benches, she rested her head in her hands, and whistled. The clear sound echoed far and beyond, and she sighed. Hogwarts had dozens upon dozens of people…So why did she feel like she was the only bloody person here?
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Dec 4, 2011 22:37:57 GMT -5
Rigoletto had come to the quidditch pitch doing his rounds but, he finished with them when he got here so he could relaxed for a bit, not that Professors or Staff at Hogwarts got much of such things. He would try to take some time here for relaxing or a moment, those he saw around where not doing anything & appeared to be not only staying out of trouble but, they where relaxing as well.
He started to wander up the steeps to the stands to take a look around, he though about taking a broom ride but, for now he would see that all was good here before he did something else, that could take his mind away form what he should be keeping his mind on.
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Post by alyssa on Dec 5, 2011 5:56:31 GMT -5
Alyssa lifted her head for a moment, only to see one of her favorite teachers. It wasn't the teacher himself that she liked, it was more the subject that he taught. Next to Charms, Herbology was one of her best graded and well enjoyed. Potions never gave her that little thrill of excitement when she saw what that were doing, Charms gave her a reason, and Herbology... Herbology was just fascinating. No, Potions was always more Blaise's subject. Alyssa could tell, even after years of pretending, now she was nothing like her brother. They were complete opposites, yet he accepted the fact she was a Ravenclaw before her own mother did.
With a little 'Hrumph.' At the thought, she brought a broad smile onto her face as she called out to the professor. "Hello Professor Dra!" The young girl exclaimed. "How did I do with my paper about Devil's Snare?" Grades. That's all that worried Alyssa at the school. Aside from that, she didn't really give a crap about anyone, not even the teachers. She supposed that's what made her related to her family in some way, that little quirk.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Dec 5, 2011 13:27:55 GMT -5
Rigoletto saw Miss. Zabini, with her words he smiled before he spoke "I did very well on it Miss. Zabini" He would not be surprised if she, became the next Granger the way she was going about things but, he also hoped that she would find something other then school work to keep her busy.
He treated all students the same no matter there house, of course with out being a head of house it made it simpler but, then again he knew many of the other Professors & Staff that did the same, the only one that was any big different was Snape of course he had his reasons & he never press the matter to the point, trouble would fallow but, he did have a way to get the students to hate him with a passion at least any that where not in his house.
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Post by alyssa on Feb 6, 2012 20:52:32 GMT -5
"Excuse me, sir?" Alyssa furrowed her eyebrows. It seemed her hearing aid was acting up these days, and she wasn't really sure why. But the fact it wasn't working at all now, worried her. She'd have to get privet lessons in sign language again until her parents sent her a new one, and that wasn't something she wanted to happen. The taunting was enough when you had a hearing aid. She'd heard "Old lady" and "So queer she can't even hear" before, but it seemed to get worse when the students knew she couldn't hear them. And that's what made her sort of paranoid around her classmates.
Sighing, she brought her hand up to her ear and fiddled with the tuner on the hearing aid until she could hear even a loud conversation down at the bottom bleachers. Looking back to her teacher, she tilted her head questioningly. She sort of hoped he didn't notice her struggle to fix her stupid hearing device. A call home about it was not what she wanted, because that would only mean her mother freaking out and telling her to take it out of her ear in case of it exploding.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Feb 6, 2012 22:09:13 GMT -5
Rigoletto noted Alyssa actions but, not fully to what they were on & he knew well that it was best to not jump to anything before he knew more. "Are you alright Miss. Zabini?" He would insure that every things was fine that she did not, need his help in a drastic way not that he would not help but, he had a feeling Alyssa would not be found of the idea. "Have you though to try your hand at the game of quidditch?" He asked interested to see what, she would say or if she would be like some students that found, other things to do then play the game.
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