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Post by Bellamy Charles Hale on Jun 5, 2017 19:40:09 GMT -5
 It was 2:45pm and Bellamy Hale couldn't believe this was happening to him. He'd actually been approached by the Charms professor to give his tutelage for some airheaded Hufflepuff that needed help in the class, as if the Gryffindor didn't have anything better to do with his time. Considering he'd told the very same professor to piss off earlier that day though, he wouldn't be surprised if this was some sort of punishment. The professor couldn't have chosen something more fitting. He'd rather throw himself off the astronomy tower than spend an hour every other day or whatever, trying to drill Charms theory into someone's head. Typically, when people were stupid, they were just stupid. Why try changing that?
"Can't be helped now," he muttered to himself, examining his nails with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. He'd sent a message to said Hufflepuff to meet him in one of the empty classrooms in the same corridor as the Charms class and he waited for her now.
Clara Elizabeth Cotterill
notes; I rambled a lot so no need to match length haha
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Post by Clara Elizabeth Cotterill on Jun 5, 2017 22:30:42 GMT -5
Clara clutched her bag to her chest as she raced through the corridors. She ignored the subjects of the paintings as they told her to slow down. She had been halfway to the meeting spot when she realized that she didn't even have her Charms book with her, and had to run all the way back to the Hufflepuff common room to grab it. Then, for some reason, the staircases decided that they wanted to choose today to be more active than Clara had ever seen them, and it had taken her four tries to find a staircase that would let her continue down the corridor she wanted. Now, she was late for her tutoring lesson, and she was nervous, considering the reputation of her tutor. "Crap..." she muttered to herself as she tripped over her shoelace. She rolled her eyes at the rip in her tights, and rushed into the charms classroom. "Sorry I'm late!" Bellamy Charles Hale Note: Sorry it took so long to reply!! |
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Post by Bellamy Charles Hale on Jun 6, 2017 0:15:57 GMT -5
Bellamy was considering leaving even though it wasn't much more than five minutes past the meeting time, just because the whole thing felt like a massive waste of time. Sighing, he dragged his feet off the desk in front of him, readying himself to leave, when the door suddenly burst open and made him jump a little in his seat. Recovering himself quickly, he recognized the Hufflepuff that entered - precisely eight minutes late. "Sorry I'm late!"
God this was such a joke. He hoped his professor didn't expect him to coddle her, at least. "Nice tights," he commented, his dark eyes dropping to the rip in them, the corner of his lips twisting. Best make her uncomfortable right off the bat, if she wasn't already. He liked to make people squirm. "I hope you're not ages late to your actual classes... what is it - Cleo?" he drawled, even though he knew full-well what her actual name was. "As much as I'd love to hear your excuses, we've got work to do." He collapsed lazily back into his chair.
Clara Elizabeth Cotterill
notes; xD A few hours is hardly a long wait, no worries! xx
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Post by Clara Elizabeth Cotterill on Jun 6, 2017 1:13:37 GMT -5
Clara immediately shifted her bag to cover the rip in her tights. Once again, her first impression was spoiled by her forgetfulness. Still, she wasn't going to let someone underestimate her, no matter how cute they were. "It's Clara, actually. And you're Bellamy, right? Hopefully, if you're as good at charms as they say, I'll actually be able to mend my tights with a charm when it's all said and done," she replied. She walked over to his table and sat her bag on it, taking out her Charms book and quill. "So, where do we begin?" Bellamy Charles Hale |
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Post by Bellamy Charles Hale on Jun 6, 2017 8:38:46 GMT -5
She seemed supremely unconcerned with his attitude so far which obviously meant he needed to up things a little bit. To her credit, she was here to study and do well, and Bellamy seeing it as an opportunity to torment her was pretty dick-ish... but also, who cared? "They say?" he echoed. That brought him up short a bit. People other than his professor knew he was decent at Charms? That admittedly was news to him. Raising a brow as she took out her book and quill, he got back to his feet. "A book isn't going to teach you what you're lacking in Charms. The professor must be desperate if he's sending you to me. I wonder what that says about you."
Clicking his tongue, he leaned against the desk, brandishing his own wand. "This'll be all you need."
Clara Elizabeth Cotterill
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Post by Clara Elizabeth Cotterill on Jun 6, 2017 11:43:08 GMT -5
Clara smirked as she stuffed her book and quill back into her bag. She suspected that he was trying to get on her nerves. There was no other reason he would be so rude after just meeting her. She wasn't going to let him get to her, though. She had an image to uphold. She had to appear unbothered.
"It's not that I'm hopeless," she replied. "I'm just not getting the more advanced charms. I've mastered the beginners charms, but ever since starting this year, I've just not been getting it. I don't know what's wrong."
She took out her wand, and held it (somewhat unconfidently) in her hand.
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Post by Bellamy Charles Hale on Jun 7, 2017 8:09:26 GMT -5
Bell worked his jaw for a moment, slightly perplexed she seemed entirely unbothered by his poking at her. So she was going to be a challenge? He could have fun with that. "You've probably forgotten your basics," he offered something helpful. He might as well. "Not unusual for a scatter-brained Hufflepuff. Should I spell it out for you? The three pillars... of spell-casting..." He spoke slowly, as if he were speaking to a child. "Wand movement, incantation, intent. With advanced spells, you've got to have better intent or the spell will be useless. Just like Hufflepuffs."
Clara Elizabeth Cotterill
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Post by Clara Elizabeth Cotterill on Jun 7, 2017 16:46:09 GMT -5
Clara's smile fell off her face as he started speaking. Useless... he was calling her useless, just like her father had on the instances he'd find out about her using magic. You'll always be useless if you rely on magic too heavily, he'd say.
She wouldn't cry. There's no way in hell he'd make her cry. She'd done enough of that for a lifetime, and she wasn't going to do it anymore.
"Maybe if I'm arrogant, like Gryffindors, then I'll do better!" she said, anger in her voice.
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