10 Jun 2019, 13:48
Not the best start
'Come on... That can't happen right now, no...'
Charlotte could feel her heart beat faster by the minute as she hurried through the corridors, desperately trying to find the classroom. She stopped and got out a small map of Hogwarts she had kept from a library before coming. She turned it sideways, trying to understand where she was, but most importantly, where to go. The corridor was silent and she could feel panic slowly get the better of her and tried to calm down by taking deep breaths. She walked slowly towards what she hoped was her classroom, the sound of her shoes resonating. Her head felt light and hesitated longly hovering her hand in front of the door as if waiting for the right moment to knock. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes like she always did when she felt uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to knock, the door opened and found herself in front of professor Lian. Her eyes were wide open, biting her lip and not having a clue what to say.
‘I’m sorry...’ she mumbled.
Her legs were shaking as she looked as fast as she could, trying to find an empty seat.
When Charlotte finally spotted one, she hurried to the back of the class, feeling all the eyes on her. She didn't pay much attention to the student at her side and got her book, her notebook and her quill out as fast as she could, trying not to make eye contact with the professor or any of her classmates. She couldn't believe how stupid she was. 'What a great first impression. Why did I not just find it like everyone?' she told herself as she opened her book and read silently.
She had waited for this moment since her letter arrived, and this wasn't even close to what she had imagined. She was so confident when arriving here and felt as if all her hopes were shattered.
Charlotte could feel her heart beat faster by the minute as she hurried through the corridors, desperately trying to find the classroom. She stopped and got out a small map of Hogwarts she had kept from a library before coming. She turned it sideways, trying to understand where she was, but most importantly, where to go. The corridor was silent and she could feel panic slowly get the better of her and tried to calm down by taking deep breaths. She walked slowly towards what she hoped was her classroom, the sound of her shoes resonating. Her head felt light and hesitated longly hovering her hand in front of the door as if waiting for the right moment to knock. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes like she always did when she felt uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to knock, the door opened and found herself in front of professor Lian. Her eyes were wide open, biting her lip and not having a clue what to say.
‘I’m sorry...’ she mumbled.
Her legs were shaking as she looked as fast as she could, trying to find an empty seat.
When Charlotte finally spotted one, she hurried to the back of the class, feeling all the eyes on her. She didn't pay much attention to the student at her side and got her book, her notebook and her quill out as fast as she could, trying not to make eye contact with the professor or any of her classmates. She couldn't believe how stupid she was. 'What a great first impression. Why did I not just find it like everyone?' she told herself as she opened her book and read silently.
She had waited for this moment since her letter arrived, and this wasn't even close to what she had imagined. She was so confident when arriving here and felt as if all her hopes were shattered.
Last edited by Charlotte Cadunt on 17 Jul 2019, 13:49, edited 5 times in total.
10 Jun 2019, 17:49
Not the best start
"Hi, I'm Edria," she offered, at least. The girl didn't seem one for introductions but to her it was understandable. She wouldn't want to speak anymore more than she had to if she had come late to class. Luckily no one had made a big deal of it, they were first-years after all.
When the girl entered the class Edria could't help but notice she held a map in her hand. That sparked her interest; was it a magical one? She swore she'd seen a bunch of students, mostly older ones, carry enchanted one but this girl didn't seem as fortunate. Edria was lucky to have a decent sort of direction, especially in such a big castle, but then again she mostly relied on asking around and following behind people who knew where they were going. Or at least claimed to. It wasn't rare that she found herself lost with a group of giggling first-years in some random part of the castle.
Edria had politely left the girl alone, paying attention to what they were being taught. But she didn't want to sit in silence the entire time. Glancing over, Edria smiled and casually moved her notes over with her pinky, attempted to make sure the professor didn't see. The classes was only a few minutes in so the girl didn't miss much but it was better than nothing.
She had forgot that in the corner of the page she had scribbled down a little poem, which read:
When the girl entered the class Edria could't help but notice she held a map in her hand. That sparked her interest; was it a magical one? She swore she'd seen a bunch of students, mostly older ones, carry enchanted one but this girl didn't seem as fortunate. Edria was lucky to have a decent sort of direction, especially in such a big castle, but then again she mostly relied on asking around and following behind people who knew where they were going. Or at least claimed to. It wasn't rare that she found herself lost with a group of giggling first-years in some random part of the castle.
Edria had politely left the girl alone, paying attention to what they were being taught. But she didn't want to sit in silence the entire time. Glancing over, Edria smiled and casually moved her notes over with her pinky, attempted to make sure the professor didn't see. The classes was only a few minutes in so the girl didn't miss much but it was better than nothing.
She had forgot that in the corner of the page she had scribbled down a little poem, which read:
Roses are red,
My eyes are on fire,
This class is a bore,
Or my mind is a liar.
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10 Jun 2019, 21:47
Not the best start
As she opened her notebook, she jumped when she heard a gently voice whisper;
'Hi, I'm Edria,'. Charlotte sighed, embarrassed.
'Oh - I'm so sorry... I'm Charlotte' she said smiling. She notice that Edria had moved her notebook slightly and couldn't help but notice the little scribbled note in the corner.
'You thought of that?' curious
She had never really been able to make poems, but this one was short and elegant.
'It's really nice!'
She looked at her note and covered her drawings with her books: she didn't like the way they turned out and felt a little awkward to show her not-so-great scribbles. As she glanced at her neighbours side of the table she noticed how organised everything was. Her notes were nicely stacked and she bookmarks sticking out of her book were neatly placed to be aligned.
She started taking notes but her quill wouldn't write anything down. She looked at it, raising her eyebrow and noticed that she didn't take out her ink.
She bent down, reaching for her bag, but all she could find were books, her map and a letter her mom had left her.
'Awesome. I forgot my ink...', she thought to herself.
'Hi, I'm Edria,'. Charlotte sighed, embarrassed.
'Oh - I'm so sorry... I'm Charlotte' she said smiling. She notice that Edria had moved her notebook slightly and couldn't help but notice the little scribbled note in the corner.
Charlotte smiled and asked quietly.Roses are red,
My eyes are on fire,
This class is a bore,
Or my mind is a liar.
'You thought of that?' curious
She had never really been able to make poems, but this one was short and elegant.
'It's really nice!'
She looked at her note and covered her drawings with her books: she didn't like the way they turned out and felt a little awkward to show her not-so-great scribbles. As she glanced at her neighbours side of the table she noticed how organised everything was. Her notes were nicely stacked and she bookmarks sticking out of her book were neatly placed to be aligned.
She started taking notes but her quill wouldn't write anything down. She looked at it, raising her eyebrow and noticed that she didn't take out her ink.
She bent down, reaching for her bag, but all she could find were books, her map and a letter her mom had left her.
'Awesome. I forgot my ink...', she thought to herself.