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Post by Stella Kandemoure on Jun 1, 2009 18:20:12 GMT -5
(((This thread directly follows "Breakfast! Oh boy!.")))
Stella trudged up the steep spiral staircase that lead to the Divination room, cursing the fact that it was built for people with much longer legs than hers. She was practically jumping from step to step. At least it wasn't as bad as the Astronomy tower, where she had to skip the second step. Still feeling bad about her encounter with the cute blind guy from Jimmy's posse, Stella's mood was rather darker than usual. She finally reached the tower, and entered the room, going to take her usual seat.
"Ah, not so fast," the dreamy voice of their Divination teacher, Professor Lavender, called out. "I have had a vision that new alliances and friendships must be formed in my classroom. Therefore, you shall all be placed with a new partner for the remainder of the semester." She closed her eyes, and began calling out names. "Renata and Greg! Maximum and Beth! Jimmy and Eoin! Stella and Sven!" The professor continued to rattle off names, but Stels wasn't paying attention. Great. Sven was the cute Russian guy, she knew it. Feeling the blush rise in her cheeks, she sheepishly crossed the room to his side. "So, uh...shall we get a table?" She asked. Wow, could today get a little more awkward?
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Post by Sven Malinovsky on Jun 2, 2009 19:00:32 GMT -5
Sven shuddered when Professor Lavender told the class about her vision. New partners. The professor was a proclaimed "seer", but Sven didn't think she really had the gift. She already predicted the grim for him about three times a week the whole year. However, she had the uncanny knack to always partner him with someone he ended up despising. He sighed. Stella. He didn't know anyone named Stella. He figured he'd just have to wait and see what she was like.
He stood near a table, knowing that anyone who knew him would know that they would have to come get him because he wouldn't exactly be able to find them. He was sure that even though he didn't know this Stella character, she would figure that, since he would be the only one standing, waiting for a partner, he was her partner. When people were still milling to find their own partner, he heard footsteps coming toward him. Sven tried to calm himself down. He'd had a run-in with what he thought was a particularly rude girl at breakfast this morning, and he didn't want to take out his anger on his divination partner. It wouldn't make a very good impression. He heard a familiar voice ask him if he wanted to get a table, and stiffened. It was the girl from breakfast. Without a word, he strode over to the nearest table, and sat down in one of the poofs. He then promptly poured the tea in both of their cups without spilling any. Without asking to see if she had sat down across from him, he started sipping his tea.
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Post by Stella Kandemoure on Jun 3, 2009 20:20:30 GMT -5
Stella, still bright red with embarrassment, followed Sven to the table. She was amazed by his coordination and dexterity, how he moved so gracefully despite being blind. Her ex-gymnast mind analyzed his movements, trying to figure out how he moved around the cluttered room as if he knew where everything was. And never once did he seem to stumble or trip. Stells laughed, realizing she knew people who could see who were klutzier than he was! Again, she felt horrible about what she had said at breakfast. How could she have said that? He poured the tea, and Stella reached for her cup tentatively. She liked both tea and coffee, though coffee was her beverage of choice. Taking a cautionary sip, she was pleased to find it wasn't sweetened, meaning she could drink it without worrying about her blood sugar going haywire.
There was a moment of awkward silence between them, then Stella plucked up her nerve. "Look," she said, setting her cup down, "I am so incredibly sorry about what I said at breakfast. Please believe me, I'm usually not that much of an a-hole, it's just that I don't really function all that well in the morning, and I'm not a very observant person in general, and I feel like such a d*ckhead for saying that to you." She was quiet for a moment. "I'm really sorry, and I totally won't be offended if you hate me."
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Post by Sven Malinovsky on Jun 3, 2009 21:23:13 GMT -5
Sven listened to Stella calmly while sipping his tea. He wished they were allowed to sweeten it with a little bit of honey or something like that. But Professor Lavender wouldn't hear of it when Sven tried to bring it up. She said it interfered with the correct reading of the leaves, and god forbid that! He sighed as she brought her little speech to an end. His bad mood was still lingering, but Sven was always an optimistic person, and tried not to dwell too much aon things that made him angry. So of course he wasn't going to tell Stella that he was still royally pissed, because he was a nice person like that. So, instead, he sighed and put his tea cup down.
"I do not hate you," Sven said simply. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the complete truth. True, he didn't really think about things like this too much, but when people made fun of him for being blind, or blamed him for knocking something over, or something like that, he tended to fume for a while.
When he was finished with his tea, he sort of shoved the glass over to Stella, "I suppose you should read my cup now. Unfortunately, I cannot read yours. Professor Lavender vill gladly read your is you ask her to."
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Post by Stella Kandemoure on Jun 4, 2009 13:55:14 GMT -5
Stella let out a quiet, relieved sigh when Sven said he didn't hate her. She could tell there was something behind those words, but, hey, she wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. He said he didn't hate her, and that was good enough for Stells. She gingerly took his cup, and looked in. Stella was actually really good at divination, and despite their completely batty teacher, enjoyed the class a lot. She immediately could tell that Sven had a good cup. A sun, for happiness, a heart, which meant love, and a candle, which meant help from others. Or was it a candle? Part of the sun has crossed through it, making it look like a messed up cross. The implications made Stella smile, and she figured why not share the messed up reading.
"Okay, so there's a sort of messed up cross, which means trials and suffering. But then there's this sun, which means happiness.....so, you're gonna suffer but you're gonna be happy about it...um, but then again, it could be a candle, which means help from others, and there's this heart, too-- I think-- that means love. You've got a very full, interesting cup, mister Malinovsky." She said with a smile.
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Post by Sven Malinovsky on Jun 6, 2009 17:15:49 GMT -5
Professor Lavender, who had been standing behind Stella as she had given this reading for Sven, stepped forward and shook her head, "I'm afraid you do not have the gift, my dear." She smiled loftily and took the cup from Stella. She merely glanced at it and immediately dropped it, squealing in fear. She looked at Sven, and chocked up, said, "I'm sorry, my dear boy, but you have the grim." She took one last fleeting glance at him before she turned around and walked to another table.
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Post by Stella Kandemoure on Jun 11, 2009 20:03:05 GMT -5
The Grim? Okay, now Stella had seen a lot of crazy things in Sven's cup, which didn't make sense with each other, but she certainly had not sen anything even remotely resembling a dog of any sort, let alone a Grim. She grabbed the cup off the table where Professor Lavender had dropped it. Again, she looked in the cup, and sighed. "Okay, either I don't know what a Grim looks like--unlikely-- or Professor Lavender's lost her marbles--very likely-- cause there's no Grim here."
(((short and lame response, sorry.)))
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Post by Sven Malinovsky on Jun 14, 2009 12:07:06 GMT -5
Sven mostly ignored Lavender's rant, which isn't hard when you're blind. When she was finally done and had walked away, Sven sighed. Laughing at Stella's response, Sven explained, "Professor Lavender has predicted the grim about 3 times each week for me this year." He'd gotten used to the Professor predicting that he was gonna die.
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Post by Stella Kandemoure on Jun 26, 2009 12:26:17 GMT -5
Stella laughed. "What the hell did you do to that poor woman to make her want you dead so badly?" Stella asked, picking the cup up and setting it back on the table. "One sec," she said to Sven, then grabbed her cup and turned to a friend sitting behind her, who gladly read it for her (very badly). Stella thanked her, then turned back around. "So," she said, drumming her pink-painted nails on the table. They had the entire class period to read each other's leaves, then work last night's homework, which Stella had finished. She had nothing left to do, except try to maybe get back in Sven's good graces. He seemed to find her jokes somewhat funny, so she grinned slyly. "So, you're a guy, huh?" She said, taking the saying from a piece of flair entitled 'worst pick-up line number 42.'
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