Work to be Done
Isis and Darian separated after breakfast and did not see each other until later that afternoon. Both, luckily, had classes with their housemates Rainar and Minya. However, unluckily for Isis, she had to endure two classes in a row with Bastian. While trying to be a good student, as she usually was but now with the prodding of her father, she had to tolerate whispering that only she could hear and an occasional magic trick.
The morning started with all her quills disappearing making her borrow one from Minya, and then later all reappearing forcing her to endure angry and confused looks from Minya. Later on it came to her freshly copied notes disappearing from her paper forcing her to work extra hard to keep up as well as try to remember what she had just written. By the time Isis and Darian met in potions that afternoon Isis had had more than she cared to admit. To prove the point of her distress, Darian not being especially affectionate to her sister in public could only hug her after laying eyes upon her anger filled and mentally exhausted face.
Darian wrapped her arm around Isis' neck and began to mentally consol her.
"You ok," she asked.
Isis could only glare at Darian in response. Isis could be prone to tears when she was upset but if she became angry enough, her only release came from venting to her sister, or performing retaliation, which was more known by her sister than herself. However, since they were still in class Isis could not really talk to Darian or, as she really wanted to at that moment, concoct a potion causing Bastian's head to physically swell to the proportions that he emanated.
The classroom that they walked into was similar to the other classrooma that both girls had already seen today, if not just a tad bit darker. Compared to Hogwarts Dining hall, living quarters, and exterior the classrooms paled in simple comparison. The room was fairly large considering that is occupied at that moment about thirty students. The walls were a yellow/white color and the benches and desks that the students sat at were plain, discolored wood. The room was filled to the brim with bookcases and shelving filled with various books, jars and different colored glass cylinders. Isis, trying to make herself feel better, concentrated on the many jars in one of the cupboards.
She recited to herself the ingredients: Lavender, helps with relaxation, sleeping and good for attracting positive energy; wormwood, used in potions for activation of most chemicals, must use caution in the mixture process.
Darian nudged her sister playfully in the ribs, "Hey give me a break class hasn't even started yet and you are already showing me up. Well you just wait until we get to charms, I will kick your butt."
Isis grinned meekly in response. She would have retaliated had not the professor briskly walked into the room.
"Get out a sheet of paper, I want to see what you really know," he said without missing a beat of reaching his desk and turning quickly around to face the loud groans coming from the student body.
Snape grinned only slightly, "Oh come now, this is a good initiation."
Darian and Isis exchanged worrisome glances.
"Why do I have the feeling that you will do better on this than me," whispered Darian to Isis in her mind.
Isis would have responded but she did not get the chance because as she began to communicate to her sister a large hand was slammed loudly down upon their desk.
"Miss Greymalkin," Snape hissed, "kindly keep conversation restricted to after class and begin your test. Class, question one, list the medicinal purpose of newt scales and flies wings."
Darian groaned aloud and began to write down what she hoped where the right answers, but having the distinct feeling that Isis would fare much better than she would in this particular class.
Later after class Darian and Isis were walking to the Dining Hall when they passed Bastian with his usual following of lackies and so-called friends.
He gave both Darian and Isis a gleeful look. Isis looked to Darian and intentionally shoved her into Bastian with her shoulder.
"Ohhfff," cried Darian as her lost of balance causing both herself and Bastian to crash to the ground.
Darian quickly got to her feet and brushed herself off. She glared at Isis, "Gessh, Isis learn to watch where you're going. I could have really hurt myself."
Isis grinned sheepishly at her sister, "Sorry guess I was just distracted," Isis muttered looking directly at Bastian.
Bastian could only glare at both girls as he got up and brushed himself off. "Yes, really, you should watch where you are going," he hissed. "I could have hurt myself as well," as he reached up to comb back his hair with his hands.
Darian slid up beside him, past the other of his group and coyly put her arm around his neck. "Oh come on," she said sweetly, "a big strapping guy like you, you can take it." With this she punched him lightly in the side and grabbed Isis leading her away. "Later, Ravenswing," she called over her shoulder.
Bastian fumed, "It's Ravenseye, you moron," he yelled after them.
Suddenly he sniffed at the air. "What is that awful smell," he asked.
One of his buddies stepped closer to him, "Uh, Bastian, I think that it is you."
Bastian felt through his clothes not believing his friend until he stuck his hand into one of his cloak pockets. He grimaced as he withdrew his hand covered in a clear liquid and opened his pocket to view down at the small shards of glass and the liquid that lined his pocket. Everyone in his group took a step back from him.
"Ewww, gross, that is skunk scent," one of the boys yelled. Slowly but surly all boys around him stepped away. They backed around the corner as ran down the hall as fast as they could leaving Bastian to fume alone in the hallway.
In the Dining Hall as they sat down to eat Isis grinned at Darian. "I always knew that your pickpocket talents would come in handy someday."
Darian grinned back, "Hey I only placed it on said victim, you are the one who made it, you are guiltier than me. Besides it was your idea, I was just a forced participant."
Isis elbowed her sister in the ribs, "He deserved it."
"I have only one thing to say, let the games begin," Darian said with a smile.
Pausing only for a moment, Isis glared at her sister. "Guiltier, I swear." They promptly fell into hysterical laughter.
Isis and Darian separated after breakfast and did not see each other until later that afternoon. Both, luckily, had classes with their housemates Rainar and Minya. However, unluckily for Isis, she had to endure two classes in a row with Bastian. While trying to be a good student, as she usually was but now with the prodding of her father, she had to tolerate whispering that only she could hear and an occasional magic trick.
The morning started with all her quills disappearing making her borrow one from Minya, and then later all reappearing forcing her to endure angry and confused looks from Minya. Later on it came to her freshly copied notes disappearing from her paper forcing her to work extra hard to keep up as well as try to remember what she had just written. By the time Isis and Darian met in potions that afternoon Isis had had more than she cared to admit. To prove the point of her distress, Darian not being especially affectionate to her sister in public could only hug her after laying eyes upon her anger filled and mentally exhausted face.
Darian wrapped her arm around Isis' neck and began to mentally consol her.
"You ok," she asked.
Isis could only glare at Darian in response. Isis could be prone to tears when she was upset but if she became angry enough, her only release came from venting to her sister, or performing retaliation, which was more known by her sister than herself. However, since they were still in class Isis could not really talk to Darian or, as she really wanted to at that moment, concoct a potion causing Bastian's head to physically swell to the proportions that he emanated.
The classroom that they walked into was similar to the other classrooma that both girls had already seen today, if not just a tad bit darker. Compared to Hogwarts Dining hall, living quarters, and exterior the classrooms paled in simple comparison. The room was fairly large considering that is occupied at that moment about thirty students. The walls were a yellow/white color and the benches and desks that the students sat at were plain, discolored wood. The room was filled to the brim with bookcases and shelving filled with various books, jars and different colored glass cylinders. Isis, trying to make herself feel better, concentrated on the many jars in one of the cupboards.
She recited to herself the ingredients: Lavender, helps with relaxation, sleeping and good for attracting positive energy; wormwood, used in potions for activation of most chemicals, must use caution in the mixture process.
Darian nudged her sister playfully in the ribs, "Hey give me a break class hasn't even started yet and you are already showing me up. Well you just wait until we get to charms, I will kick your butt."
Isis grinned meekly in response. She would have retaliated had not the professor briskly walked into the room.
"Get out a sheet of paper, I want to see what you really know," he said without missing a beat of reaching his desk and turning quickly around to face the loud groans coming from the student body.
Snape grinned only slightly, "Oh come now, this is a good initiation."
Darian and Isis exchanged worrisome glances.
"Why do I have the feeling that you will do better on this than me," whispered Darian to Isis in her mind.
Isis would have responded but she did not get the chance because as she began to communicate to her sister a large hand was slammed loudly down upon their desk.
"Miss Greymalkin," Snape hissed, "kindly keep conversation restricted to after class and begin your test. Class, question one, list the medicinal purpose of newt scales and flies wings."
Darian groaned aloud and began to write down what she hoped where the right answers, but having the distinct feeling that Isis would fare much better than she would in this particular class.
Later after class Darian and Isis were walking to the Dining Hall when they passed Bastian with his usual following of lackies and so-called friends.
He gave both Darian and Isis a gleeful look. Isis looked to Darian and intentionally shoved her into Bastian with her shoulder.
"Ohhfff," cried Darian as her lost of balance causing both herself and Bastian to crash to the ground.
Darian quickly got to her feet and brushed herself off. She glared at Isis, "Gessh, Isis learn to watch where you're going. I could have really hurt myself."
Isis grinned sheepishly at her sister, "Sorry guess I was just distracted," Isis muttered looking directly at Bastian.
Bastian could only glare at both girls as he got up and brushed himself off. "Yes, really, you should watch where you are going," he hissed. "I could have hurt myself as well," as he reached up to comb back his hair with his hands.
Darian slid up beside him, past the other of his group and coyly put her arm around his neck. "Oh come on," she said sweetly, "a big strapping guy like you, you can take it." With this she punched him lightly in the side and grabbed Isis leading her away. "Later, Ravenswing," she called over her shoulder.
Bastian fumed, "It's Ravenseye, you moron," he yelled after them.
Suddenly he sniffed at the air. "What is that awful smell," he asked.
One of his buddies stepped closer to him, "Uh, Bastian, I think that it is you."
Bastian felt through his clothes not believing his friend until he stuck his hand into one of his cloak pockets. He grimaced as he withdrew his hand covered in a clear liquid and opened his pocket to view down at the small shards of glass and the liquid that lined his pocket. Everyone in his group took a step back from him.
"Ewww, gross, that is skunk scent," one of the boys yelled. Slowly but surly all boys around him stepped away. They backed around the corner as ran down the hall as fast as they could leaving Bastian to fume alone in the hallway.
In the Dining Hall as they sat down to eat Isis grinned at Darian. "I always knew that your pickpocket talents would come in handy someday."
Darian grinned back, "Hey I only placed it on said victim, you are the one who made it, you are guiltier than me. Besides it was your idea, I was just a forced participant."
Isis elbowed her sister in the ribs, "He deserved it."
"I have only one thing to say, let the games begin," Darian said with a smile.
Pausing only for a moment, Isis glared at her sister. "Guiltier, I swear." They promptly fell into hysterical laughter.