13 May 2018, 07:59
Snakes and Roses
It was a bad idea, but Sorrel was the queen of bad ideas. Even as the queen of bad ideas, what she was about to do was possibly the worse idea she had ever had. Even worse then the time in school when she had been dared to pet an angry Caipora, and had done it. She had spend a day in the hospital wing, dealing with the repercussions of petting the mischievous white creature, but that still wasn't as bad as what she was about to do. What she was about to do was even worse then the stupid idea to sign up to work at Hogwarts, Sorrel's personal childhood hell. That paled in comparison to the audacious task in front of Sorrel.
After checking that the demonic monstrosity that was her mane of curls was under check, and fluffing her yellow dress for the millionth time, Sorrel grabbed the small plant in her hands. The tiny thing was known as the Devil's Ivy, and it was particularity unremarkable. It was a plant that muggles kept around to look nice, but was remarkably easy to take care of. She had selected it for the task at hand for that exact reason, hoping the person about to gain a random plant would be able to take care of a plant so small and simple. It was also quite cute, and Sorrel found that she loved the little plant already. Whether or not Leonie would like it, Sorrel was about to find out.
The pit of nerves that was Sorrel Wright's anxiety felt like a thousand butterflies in her stomach, as she stepped out of her greenhouse and walked quickly into the large Scottish Castle. She was accompanied, as always, by her green bird. The little thing looked amused, if a bird could look amused. It kept cawing at random, rubbing it's beak into Sorrel's already-dirty dress. It probably wasn't a good idea to wear a dress while working in the greenhouse, but did Sorrel care? Most certainly not.
Adjusting her grasp on the plant nestled in her arms, Sorrel sighed. Why was she doing this again? Leonie Scheinberg had a temper of fire, and after their last conversation, Sorrel's appreciation for the woman had risen ten forth. Although, she clearly knew nothing about herbology, the blonde woman interested Sorrel more than she would like to admit. She, unlike the general population of the school, had an actual personality and seemed illusive, not like an open book. There was obviously more to the woman then the snarky person she presented the world, and Sorrel intended to find out just what she was hiding. But the woman also was scary, in a way that nobody else was. She had a temperament of a wild animal, and there was apparent cunning in her eyes that was apparent whenever she looked at you. Yet, Sorrel still was intrigued by the strange Professor, even though all signs pointed towards the wise thing to do being to stay far away from Leonie. But Sorrel wasn't exactly a model Ravenclaw when it came to anything besides Herbology.
Reaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class room, Sorrel stepped into the class as students rushed out. It was odd really. Whenever she went to visit other professors, she always seemed to catch them right as their classes were ending.She still didn't really know why life worked out in, or against, her favour like that, but it did. Whether that was good or bad, Sorrel was about to find out. Taking a deep breath, and willing her heart to stop pounding like a drum, Sorrel ignored the stares of some of the children and walked through the open door. The bird on her shoulder cawed again, sounding like laughter. Honestly, that damn bird was wiser than Sorrel, and he knew it. Ruffling his feathers, the bird studied the classroom as Sorrel did so, herself.
Stepping inside the classroom, Sorrel noticed two things at once. The first thought to enter her mind was that bright yellow dress was the only bright thing in the whole room, but Sorrel refused to let that bother her. In fact, she mostly wore brightly colored clothing as part of her wardrobe because nobody else at the castle did. The castle was a dull place, and Sorrel intended to make it slightly brighter. Of course, she was having trouble with that. Hogwarts simply didn't have as m any good people as Castelobruxo did, and therefore, nobody seemed to want to be happy. The castle was the epicenter of insane children, and monotonous staff. Sorrel had came to that conclusion, after finding students in her classroom, insisting they were working on assignments that she hadn't assigned.
The second thought to enter her mind was that the room really did need a plant. It was dull enough that Sorrel cringed as she walked further inside. The darkness was not preferable to the young woman, who preferred color and brightness in everything. Sorrel, having somewhat worked up a nerve, hefted the plant up again and spoke. "Now, I know you gave up on the ordane pleasures that plant owning can give, but I implore you to give plants another try. Just to spice up this classroom, which truthfully looks like a funeral parlor." Her face went pink, rare bravery fading away, as she realized what she had just said. "I mean, a nice funeral parlor, of course." Sorrel added, struggling not to stumble over her words, nerve now fading away.
After checking that the demonic monstrosity that was her mane of curls was under check, and fluffing her yellow dress for the millionth time, Sorrel grabbed the small plant in her hands. The tiny thing was known as the Devil's Ivy, and it was particularity unremarkable. It was a plant that muggles kept around to look nice, but was remarkably easy to take care of. She had selected it for the task at hand for that exact reason, hoping the person about to gain a random plant would be able to take care of a plant so small and simple. It was also quite cute, and Sorrel found that she loved the little plant already. Whether or not Leonie would like it, Sorrel was about to find out.
The pit of nerves that was Sorrel Wright's anxiety felt like a thousand butterflies in her stomach, as she stepped out of her greenhouse and walked quickly into the large Scottish Castle. She was accompanied, as always, by her green bird. The little thing looked amused, if a bird could look amused. It kept cawing at random, rubbing it's beak into Sorrel's already-dirty dress. It probably wasn't a good idea to wear a dress while working in the greenhouse, but did Sorrel care? Most certainly not.
Adjusting her grasp on the plant nestled in her arms, Sorrel sighed. Why was she doing this again? Leonie Scheinberg had a temper of fire, and after their last conversation, Sorrel's appreciation for the woman had risen ten forth. Although, she clearly knew nothing about herbology, the blonde woman interested Sorrel more than she would like to admit. She, unlike the general population of the school, had an actual personality and seemed illusive, not like an open book. There was obviously more to the woman then the snarky person she presented the world, and Sorrel intended to find out just what she was hiding. But the woman also was scary, in a way that nobody else was. She had a temperament of a wild animal, and there was apparent cunning in her eyes that was apparent whenever she looked at you. Yet, Sorrel still was intrigued by the strange Professor, even though all signs pointed towards the wise thing to do being to stay far away from Leonie. But Sorrel wasn't exactly a model Ravenclaw when it came to anything besides Herbology.
Reaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class room, Sorrel stepped into the class as students rushed out. It was odd really. Whenever she went to visit other professors, she always seemed to catch them right as their classes were ending.She still didn't really know why life worked out in, or against, her favour like that, but it did. Whether that was good or bad, Sorrel was about to find out. Taking a deep breath, and willing her heart to stop pounding like a drum, Sorrel ignored the stares of some of the children and walked through the open door. The bird on her shoulder cawed again, sounding like laughter. Honestly, that damn bird was wiser than Sorrel, and he knew it. Ruffling his feathers, the bird studied the classroom as Sorrel did so, herself.
Stepping inside the classroom, Sorrel noticed two things at once. The first thought to enter her mind was that bright yellow dress was the only bright thing in the whole room, but Sorrel refused to let that bother her. In fact, she mostly wore brightly colored clothing as part of her wardrobe because nobody else at the castle did. The castle was a dull place, and Sorrel intended to make it slightly brighter. Of course, she was having trouble with that. Hogwarts simply didn't have as m any good people as Castelobruxo did, and therefore, nobody seemed to want to be happy. The castle was the epicenter of insane children, and monotonous staff. Sorrel had came to that conclusion, after finding students in her classroom, insisting they were working on assignments that she hadn't assigned.
The second thought to enter her mind was that the room really did need a plant. It was dull enough that Sorrel cringed as she walked further inside. The darkness was not preferable to the young woman, who preferred color and brightness in everything. Sorrel, having somewhat worked up a nerve, hefted the plant up again and spoke. "Now, I know you gave up on the ordane pleasures that plant owning can give, but I implore you to give plants another try. Just to spice up this classroom, which truthfully looks like a funeral parlor." Her face went pink, rare bravery fading away, as she realized what she had just said. "I mean, a nice funeral parlor, of course." Sorrel added, struggling not to stumble over her words, nerve now fading away.
Sorrel Wright
hopeless chocolate addict & head of gryffindor house. tarapoto tree-skimmers fan.
18 May 2018, 22:49
Snakes and Roses
It had been a long day. One of teaching fifth, sixth, and seventh years multiple different things, and scouring through her classroom for the right books half of the class. Switching between seven years of curriculum was definitely a hard task, but one that Leonie was willing to take up nevertheless. She was finding herself enjoying her new employment the more and more that she lived through it. Even though it was temporary in her mind, she was enjoying it. And what was the point of doing something for who knows how long, when you can't enjoy it? She put the black, thick bound book back onto its place in the shelf, just as she spoke.
"You're dismissed."
The sixth year students flooded out of the classroom then. Slowly, but surely. Finally, Leonie's day was over. She walked back over to her desk, picking up a few more books that she referred to during classes - A Guide to the Dark Arts, How to Protect Yourself Against Dark Creatures, and a black, title-less one. She gathered all three thick texts into the crook of one of her arms, carrying them back over to the bookcase that she was at previously. She filled the last few empty spaces with these books, having to squat down in order to place the last one.
It was then that a voice burst out into the previously dead silent room, and Leonie's body jumped, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto her bottom on the floor. Scowling, she turned to see who had disturbed her peace, and she scuttled up onto her feet almost immediately after. She hated embarrassing herself, and it seemed like she had done just that. Although she was almost positive it didn't show on her face, she could feel a blush building up just underneath the surface.
"Another plant, Miss Wright?" Leonie's cold voice broke from her withhold as she walked over to behind her desk, her hands gripping onto the edge as she steadied herself against it. She wore her usual, all black with no signs of changing that up anytime soon. The curtains were closed, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was dim. She would probably go as far as saying that it gave off the feel of it being in the dungeons, although it was on the ground floor in classroom 3A. Her icy blue eye focused on the abundance of green that the plant had, before she looked up to the Herbology professor.
She regretted looking for help with her plant, when she knew that there was probably no chance of saving it. She didn't have the talent for taking care of plants of any kind, and that was a problem if she ever wanted another plant of sorts. She rolled her eyes then as she caught onto the funeral parlour part, and she pulled out her chair, taking a seat as she studied the woman in front of her firmly.
She didn't want to say no and come off as rude, that was something her mother had taught her to be against. It was something that stuck with her throughout all thirty of her years, like most of her parents' mannerisms have. If that made her a good or bad person, she wasn't sure. Then again, there was never any good without some bad, and wasn't that the whole conception of the ying yang in Japanese culture? She pursed her pink lips, devoid of any colour that wasn't natural, and placed her elbows on her desk, bringing her hands together to place them under her chin for support.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but there is no way that plant will live. So unless you want me to just kill it," She shrugged her shoulders, the look on her face getting the point across well enough - she would probably end up using a herbicide potion if it came down to it. She did not need another burden of a plant when she had much more to worry about.
"You're dismissed."
The sixth year students flooded out of the classroom then. Slowly, but surely. Finally, Leonie's day was over. She walked back over to her desk, picking up a few more books that she referred to during classes - A Guide to the Dark Arts, How to Protect Yourself Against Dark Creatures, and a black, title-less one. She gathered all three thick texts into the crook of one of her arms, carrying them back over to the bookcase that she was at previously. She filled the last few empty spaces with these books, having to squat down in order to place the last one.
It was then that a voice burst out into the previously dead silent room, and Leonie's body jumped, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto her bottom on the floor. Scowling, she turned to see who had disturbed her peace, and she scuttled up onto her feet almost immediately after. She hated embarrassing herself, and it seemed like she had done just that. Although she was almost positive it didn't show on her face, she could feel a blush building up just underneath the surface.
"Another plant, Miss Wright?" Leonie's cold voice broke from her withhold as she walked over to behind her desk, her hands gripping onto the edge as she steadied herself against it. She wore her usual, all black with no signs of changing that up anytime soon. The curtains were closed, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was dim. She would probably go as far as saying that it gave off the feel of it being in the dungeons, although it was on the ground floor in classroom 3A. Her icy blue eye focused on the abundance of green that the plant had, before she looked up to the Herbology professor.
She regretted looking for help with her plant, when she knew that there was probably no chance of saving it. She didn't have the talent for taking care of plants of any kind, and that was a problem if she ever wanted another plant of sorts. She rolled her eyes then as she caught onto the funeral parlour part, and she pulled out her chair, taking a seat as she studied the woman in front of her firmly.
She didn't want to say no and come off as rude, that was something her mother had taught her to be against. It was something that stuck with her throughout all thirty of her years, like most of her parents' mannerisms have. If that made her a good or bad person, she wasn't sure. Then again, there was never any good without some bad, and wasn't that the whole conception of the ying yang in Japanese culture? She pursed her pink lips, devoid of any colour that wasn't natural, and placed her elbows on her desk, bringing her hands together to place them under her chin for support.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but there is no way that plant will live. So unless you want me to just kill it," She shrugged her shoulders, the look on her face getting the point across well enough - she would probably end up using a herbicide potion if it came down to it. She did not need another burden of a plant when she had much more to worry about.
i want to stomp on your face
21 May 2018, 08:32
Snakes and Roses
Sorrel watched the woman fall to the floor, small smile breaking out on her freckled face, as she studied the normally impassive professor showing an unexpected display of character. Waiting for Leonie to push herself up, Sorrel looked around the room again with judgmental eyes. It was clear that the small speck of brightness that was Sorrel Wright's outfit and plant was the only thing that wasn't dull and dark in the foreboding room that housed the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
The more Sorrel studied the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the more she was convinced that her beautiful colleague was half vampire, not half veela. Who on earth would want a classroom this dark? Unless she was an emo, there was no possible explanation for the lack of color in the classroom, along with the drawn blinds and somber atmosphere. No wonder the children of the school were so angsty, if their professors were acting like Dark Lords and teaching them in near darkness. Honestly, if Sorrel was a student, she would of used the ample time in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to take a nap in the glorious darkness in the room.
Sorrel watched the woman take a seat, raising her eyebrow at her comment about another plant. This was the first plant Sorrel had brought Leonie, that Sorrel knew about. Unless she had been sleep plant gifting, or was miraculously disremembering parts of her day, like an old man with aspergers. When had she offered the woman a plant before? Raising an eyebrow, Sorrel took another step closer to the desk the blonde woman sat at, picking up the hem of her dress as she stepped forward. It might of been impractical to wear a dress while traversing the hallways of Hogwarts, but Sorrel was not known for her practicality, nor her wisdom. It was truly a miracle that Sorrel had ended up in Ravenclaw, considering her lack of knowledge about anything that wasn't related to plants. She couldn't even talk to people. That was just how horrid Sorrel was at the struggle known as life, although she was trying to make a frivolous attempt to impress Leonie Scheinberg, and to not come off as the shy herbology professor that she had made herself out to be, during her short time of employment.
Face still flushed, Sorrel waved a hand through the air, still keenly aware of the dirt and grime under her nails. "I can help you tend to the plant, if you'd like." Sorrel said carefully, studying the woman's impassive face. "I really think you need the brightness in this room. If not for yourself, than for the poor students stuck in the semi-darkness." She would regret her words later, but for now, it was time to attempt to make the woman in front of her understand just how dark and dismal her class was.
"I assure you, your classroom looks about as dark and dank as the dungeons, which is quite a feat, considering that this room is in the path of sunlight. If you are attempting to come off as a vampire, you are succeeding partly. All that's left to do is to cut all your hair off and grow fangs. Which, inconsequentially, is quite rude. I should not have said that aloud..." Shrugging her shoulders, and placing the plant down on the woman's desk with a small thud, Sorrel took a step back. Way to fail, yet again, at social interaction. Wanting nothing more than to run out of the room screaming and crying like an eleven year old, Sorrel clasped her hands together, and prayed for the best.
The more Sorrel studied the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the more she was convinced that her beautiful colleague was half vampire, not half veela. Who on earth would want a classroom this dark? Unless she was an emo, there was no possible explanation for the lack of color in the classroom, along with the drawn blinds and somber atmosphere. No wonder the children of the school were so angsty, if their professors were acting like Dark Lords and teaching them in near darkness. Honestly, if Sorrel was a student, she would of used the ample time in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to take a nap in the glorious darkness in the room.
Sorrel watched the woman take a seat, raising her eyebrow at her comment about another plant. This was the first plant Sorrel had brought Leonie, that Sorrel knew about. Unless she had been sleep plant gifting, or was miraculously disremembering parts of her day, like an old man with aspergers. When had she offered the woman a plant before? Raising an eyebrow, Sorrel took another step closer to the desk the blonde woman sat at, picking up the hem of her dress as she stepped forward. It might of been impractical to wear a dress while traversing the hallways of Hogwarts, but Sorrel was not known for her practicality, nor her wisdom. It was truly a miracle that Sorrel had ended up in Ravenclaw, considering her lack of knowledge about anything that wasn't related to plants. She couldn't even talk to people. That was just how horrid Sorrel was at the struggle known as life, although she was trying to make a frivolous attempt to impress Leonie Scheinberg, and to not come off as the shy herbology professor that she had made herself out to be, during her short time of employment.
Face still flushed, Sorrel waved a hand through the air, still keenly aware of the dirt and grime under her nails. "I can help you tend to the plant, if you'd like." Sorrel said carefully, studying the woman's impassive face. "I really think you need the brightness in this room. If not for yourself, than for the poor students stuck in the semi-darkness." She would regret her words later, but for now, it was time to attempt to make the woman in front of her understand just how dark and dismal her class was.
"I assure you, your classroom looks about as dark and dank as the dungeons, which is quite a feat, considering that this room is in the path of sunlight. If you are attempting to come off as a vampire, you are succeeding partly. All that's left to do is to cut all your hair off and grow fangs. Which, inconsequentially, is quite rude. I should not have said that aloud..." Shrugging her shoulders, and placing the plant down on the woman's desk with a small thud, Sorrel took a step back. Way to fail, yet again, at social interaction. Wanting nothing more than to run out of the room screaming and crying like an eleven year old, Sorrel clasped her hands together, and prayed for the best.
Sorrel Wright
hopeless chocolate addict & head of gryffindor house. tarapoto tree-skimmers fan.
5 Jun 2018, 02:13
Snakes and Roses
Alright, this was definitely getting to the point where Leonie was getting irritated. She rubbed her lips together, pursed them, then let them go slack. This Herbology professor didn't seem to give up, and it rubbed the half-Veela the wrong way. Annoyance picked away at every bit of her being, and she ended up looking as though she was glaring at the moment with a venomous scowl on her face, pulling at her features the wrong way. When Leonie was annoyed, or angry, or upset, she didn't exactly look the prettiest. She got a crease between her brows, and her cheeks flushed pink.
If anything, she looked like she had gone on a jog and only just stopped now. But the reality was, she was annoyed that someone would assume it's alright to take up her time with plant nonsense. She had offered to take care of it, but Leonie didn't see the point if it was just going to die anyways in two days. Though perhaps, if the Herbology Professor was sincerely interested in taking care of it, it wouldn't die. But then again, why would Leonie want someone to be around her for more time than is needed? The answer is, she wouldn't.
The blonde-haired woman's eyebrow rose as Sorrel spoke of her classroom looking like the dungeons. With a glance around the room, she could see where the dark-skinned woman came from, but she didn't see the need for changing anything. Slytherins were just fine in the dungeons, every student should be able to survive the dim lighting of her classroom. It shouldn't be that much of a problem. Leonie looked back to the plant, inspecting it thoroughly. It was green. It was lively. It wasn't part of Leonie's personality. "Fine." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest like a child.
Just then, an owl swooped into the room from the door, a letter in a purple envelope secured in its beak. It was a snow owl, and Leonie only really got owls from the Ministry. Even though, she hadn't received any for a long while. This was a surprise. It most definitely should be an update on the current situation with the mask. The bird dropped the letter on the desk, then hastily circled around and flew right back up. Eager to see what information was contained in the letter, the woman's features softened and she picked the envelope up in her hands.
A deep red wax seal closed the envelope, and she peeled it off for a letter to make an appearance. She plucked it out of the paper containment, putting the purple envelope down and looking at the fine parchment in her hands. "If you would just.. excuse me one moment..." She trailed off, turning around in her chair so that the back of the chair was facing the other woman. Only then did Leonie unfold the letter, revealing the words that were inside. Her heart thrummed against her chest in a symphony of nerves, but she knew it could only be something good.
But it wasn't good. It wasn't anything remotely close to good. She was fired from her position in the Ministry, and was told not to owl back, either. Signed by the one and only Minister of Magic. Her lips parted in shock, and she could feel tears pin-pricking her eyes. What had she done wrong? How did she happen to get herself fired? Was it because she was communicating with people, or because she was immediately appointed Head of House upon being hired? Why were they letting her go?
Deep breaths. All Leonie needed to do was take deep breaths and she wouldn't break down in front of a certain Herbology professor. Hastily, the woman closed the letter, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She turned back around in her seat, slipping the piece of paper back into the purple envelope and putting it off to the side, keeping her calm. She drew her icy gaze to the warm face of Sorrel, then glared. "Get out now. Go. Bye." Sure, she didn't communicate well, but she was almost positive that she got her point across.
She wanted Sorrel to leave - and quickly.
If anything, she looked like she had gone on a jog and only just stopped now. But the reality was, she was annoyed that someone would assume it's alright to take up her time with plant nonsense. She had offered to take care of it, but Leonie didn't see the point if it was just going to die anyways in two days. Though perhaps, if the Herbology Professor was sincerely interested in taking care of it, it wouldn't die. But then again, why would Leonie want someone to be around her for more time than is needed? The answer is, she wouldn't.
The blonde-haired woman's eyebrow rose as Sorrel spoke of her classroom looking like the dungeons. With a glance around the room, she could see where the dark-skinned woman came from, but she didn't see the need for changing anything. Slytherins were just fine in the dungeons, every student should be able to survive the dim lighting of her classroom. It shouldn't be that much of a problem. Leonie looked back to the plant, inspecting it thoroughly. It was green. It was lively. It wasn't part of Leonie's personality. "Fine." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest like a child.
Just then, an owl swooped into the room from the door, a letter in a purple envelope secured in its beak. It was a snow owl, and Leonie only really got owls from the Ministry. Even though, she hadn't received any for a long while. This was a surprise. It most definitely should be an update on the current situation with the mask. The bird dropped the letter on the desk, then hastily circled around and flew right back up. Eager to see what information was contained in the letter, the woman's features softened and she picked the envelope up in her hands.
A deep red wax seal closed the envelope, and she peeled it off for a letter to make an appearance. She plucked it out of the paper containment, putting the purple envelope down and looking at the fine parchment in her hands. "If you would just.. excuse me one moment..." She trailed off, turning around in her chair so that the back of the chair was facing the other woman. Only then did Leonie unfold the letter, revealing the words that were inside. Her heart thrummed against her chest in a symphony of nerves, but she knew it could only be something good.
But it wasn't good. It wasn't anything remotely close to good. She was fired from her position in the Ministry, and was told not to owl back, either. Signed by the one and only Minister of Magic. Her lips parted in shock, and she could feel tears pin-pricking her eyes. What had she done wrong? How did she happen to get herself fired? Was it because she was communicating with people, or because she was immediately appointed Head of House upon being hired? Why were they letting her go?
Deep breaths. All Leonie needed to do was take deep breaths and she wouldn't break down in front of a certain Herbology professor. Hastily, the woman closed the letter, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She turned back around in her seat, slipping the piece of paper back into the purple envelope and putting it off to the side, keeping her calm. She drew her icy gaze to the warm face of Sorrel, then glared. "Get out now. Go. Bye." Sure, she didn't communicate well, but she was almost positive that she got her point across.
She wanted Sorrel to leave - and quickly.
i want to stomp on your face
8 Jun 2018, 06:45
Snakes and Roses
The woman wore her expressions on her sleeve, and when she started glaring, Sorrel felt her face fall. Watching Leonie's face turn pink with rage, Sorrel felt a stronger urge to run away screaming, like one of the small children she hated so much. Happy with the way the woman had agreed to take in her plant, Sorrel's tentative smile grew. Even if Leonie seemed grumpy, as per usual, at least she was accepting the offering. One step closer to making the room look less like a hell hole, and more like a place that young children were educated in.
Just than, the owl flew into the classroom, and ruined any chances of civil conversation. Sorrel nodded, as the woman opened the owl, muttering to excuse her for a moment. Watching Leonie's face fall, it was clear something was wrong.
Why had she been stupid enough to talk to the woman? When Leonie's face fell, as she looked up with tears in her eyes, Sorrel knew something was wrong. But what? It was obvious from the large Ministry Stamp on the letter that something had happened regarding the half veela's job. Could she have been fired? Clearly, from the look on her face, something was horribly wrong. Her words had been straight to the point, pushing Sorrel away.
Wishing nothing more than to comfort the woman in front of her, Sorrel's mouth hung open in a o of shock. What could she do? There was no comfort that Sorrel could offer to Leonie, no comfort that Leonie wanted from her. If Sorrel was less shy, she would of been able to help more. To refuse to listen to Leonie's words, to stay and offer her support. But instead, Sorrel unclasped her hands and let them fall to her sides.
There was nothing she could do. She wasn't good enough to comfort Leonie, too shy to offer any words of advice. There were people far better suited to helping, far better than Sorrel. People who hadn't spent their lives around plants and a damn bird for company, who were able to finish a sentence without feeling a keen sense of awkwardness, or recklessness.
Letting a puff of anger escape her mouth, Sorrel nodded her head to the professor--who was clearly trying not to cry. What could she say, what could she do? There was nothing, her mind was blissfully clear, heart pounding in her chest.
"If you ever need to talk about anything, you know where to find me." Sorrel said, in a voice devoid of emotion. Or at least, she thought it was devoid of emotion. The tremors of anxiety for her acquaintance, and the worry she felt about being unable to help prevented Sorrel from saying anything else, tying her down in an endless loop of worries and possible things to say.
But she said nothing else, hitching up the skirts of her bright dress in dignified defeat. That wasn't too bad, even if Sorrel could of done more. Face heating up, as she cast one last look at the woman she wished so desperately to help, Sorrel exited the office, leaving the plant behind on the desk.
Just than, the owl flew into the classroom, and ruined any chances of civil conversation. Sorrel nodded, as the woman opened the owl, muttering to excuse her for a moment. Watching Leonie's face fall, it was clear something was wrong.
Why had she been stupid enough to talk to the woman? When Leonie's face fell, as she looked up with tears in her eyes, Sorrel knew something was wrong. But what? It was obvious from the large Ministry Stamp on the letter that something had happened regarding the half veela's job. Could she have been fired? Clearly, from the look on her face, something was horribly wrong. Her words had been straight to the point, pushing Sorrel away.
Wishing nothing more than to comfort the woman in front of her, Sorrel's mouth hung open in a o of shock. What could she do? There was no comfort that Sorrel could offer to Leonie, no comfort that Leonie wanted from her. If Sorrel was less shy, she would of been able to help more. To refuse to listen to Leonie's words, to stay and offer her support. But instead, Sorrel unclasped her hands and let them fall to her sides.
There was nothing she could do. She wasn't good enough to comfort Leonie, too shy to offer any words of advice. There were people far better suited to helping, far better than Sorrel. People who hadn't spent their lives around plants and a damn bird for company, who were able to finish a sentence without feeling a keen sense of awkwardness, or recklessness.
Letting a puff of anger escape her mouth, Sorrel nodded her head to the professor--who was clearly trying not to cry. What could she say, what could she do? There was nothing, her mind was blissfully clear, heart pounding in her chest.
"If you ever need to talk about anything, you know where to find me." Sorrel said, in a voice devoid of emotion. Or at least, she thought it was devoid of emotion. The tremors of anxiety for her acquaintance, and the worry she felt about being unable to help prevented Sorrel from saying anything else, tying her down in an endless loop of worries and possible things to say.
But she said nothing else, hitching up the skirts of her bright dress in dignified defeat. That wasn't too bad, even if Sorrel could of done more. Face heating up, as she cast one last look at the woman she wished so desperately to help, Sorrel exited the office, leaving the plant behind on the desk.
Sorrel Wright
hopeless chocolate addict & head of gryffindor house. tarapoto tree-skimmers fan.