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Mar 4 2018, 02:28 PM   Link Quote
Part of being at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry meant classes. It was not the fun part of calling the boarding school home, nor was it the worst part. It was mediocre and in the end, Sawyer didn't mind it, most of the time. Classes were a part of every teenagers life, whether the child was magical or non-magical. It was a part of everyone's life all across the world, whether home schooled, a day school or a boarding school. Sawyer was aware of this fact, since at one point he had gone to a day school as a child, he had begged to be home schooled like the neighbor next door and now he was at a boarding school. There was no escaping going to classes because eventually people caught you; so Sawyer had learned at an early age to just suck it up and go.

In fact, it was interesting to him that it was the worst students - the ones that sat in the back of the class and barely paid attention who usually had some of the best attendances of the school. While Sawyer didn't get the worst grades of his class, he also knew he did not get the best. Muggle studies was easy of course, because he had grown up in that world, Charms and Transfiguration were interesting because of the day to day magic one could use, but it was Arithmancy that caught his attention the most. He had always liked math and the calculations it involved, and the snake knew that Arithmancy was the closest he'd probably even get to being in a muggle math class again.

A part of him wished there were music classes the way there were in muggle schools - he would be able to play instruments in a class and have a grade for it. Or maybe he didn't - the fact that he could play without restrictions or constraints, he wasn't being told the type of music he needed to play or how to play it. Yeah, on second thought, it was better that Sawyer wasn't in a music class. He shifted the shoulder strap on his black backpack that was on one of his shoulders, continuing to walk with an easy stride down the corridors of the castle.

His footsteps were echoing in off the stone floor, but it couldn't be heard with all of the hustle and bustle of students all around the young man. It was between classes and people were smiling and laughing, voices echoing off the corridor walls. His blue eyes swept the hallways for anybody he might know, but Sawyer didn't see anyone. At 5'11, he could see over most heads and the only person he might have called out to was Skylar Vanstone anyways. Shrugging his shoulders to adjust the weight of the bag to different muscles, Sawyer thought about the next class he had - History of Magic. Time to go take a nap or write some lyrics, he supposed. Then, with a sudden, jolt, the snake was knocked backwards a few steps and something hard and solid hit his stomach.

@Mihaela Valentinov





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Mar 5 2018, 03:21 PM   Link Quote
Mihaela Valentinov prowled the corridors in a mood that could only be described as foul. She wasn't mad at any student or professor, but as usual, her parents. One of Cassandra's biggest rivalry matches for Quidditch was next week and they refused to pull her from class to let her go. This was big! Couldn't they see that? They didn't understand why this meant so much to her and, in turn, to Cassandra. Her big sister. Not some random person that she just happened to root for on a Quidditch Team, Cass was her family and she needed all the moral support that she could get. Though Mihaela wasn't even sure why she was surprised... why she got upset anymore. Things always ended the same way. What she said didn't matter and nobody listened to her. She would have to rely on her sister to convince her parents that this was something Mihaela could not miss.

The young woman huffed softly to herself, readjusting the books that she carried in her arms. She had delved so far into her thoughts, into her own one-sided arguments that she had almost forgotten where she was going. The titles she lugged across the school were ones that she had read time and time again, but the witch was determined to learn every little detail. They were about draconology and Mihaela had copies at home that were stashed in the cabinet beneath her bedside table. Any time that she thought she might be getting rusty, she would pull them all back out again and read through them. Now these copies were due back at the library and she was excited to pick out something new, although that excitement was buried under the wave of negativity that seemed to emanate off of her.

As a girl who stood at 5'11", she was unusually tall for her age. She had always been cautioned to avoid heels, as they would make her appear as massive as an amazon. Clothing could be a real pain as the legs were never long enough which meant that her family put their own personal tailor to good use. Mihaela had spent one too many days standing atop a chair while getting accidentally poked and prodded with tiny needles. Other than those hassles, the gryffindor actually enjoyed her height. She stood even with or taller than most people and it gave her an advantage in most aggressive altercations. If things ever came to that. But it also meant that she could look over most people at Hogwarts when walking through the halls. Imagine her surprise when, while she was looking in another direction, lost in her thoughts, she collided with someone else.

"Ouch!" The books in her arms took the brunt of the impact, likely slamming into the stomach of the boy in front of her. But the action itself jarred her enough to send her stumbling a step backward. Sharp cobalt blue eyes whipped around to meet the gaze of the other student who she had collided with, eyebrows raising. "You alright?" Her tone could have been nicer, could have sounded as if she was genuinely concerned for the damage she may have caused, but she wasn't in the mood. At least she made a little bit of the effort for the guy she stood nearly level with. She wanted to ask him why he wasn't watching where the hell he was going but... she knew she was probably responsible for the bump. Besides, the corner of one of the books had cut out into her arm, likely leaving an indent. That hurt and didn't make her feel very charitable.

@Sawyer Kingsman
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