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Sept 7, 2018 15:31:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2018 15:31:13 GMT -7
-Fall 2018-
Maria was frustrated. Her second year had only started a few short weeks ago but already she was quite a bit behind her classmates. It had been a common occurrence in her first year as well. Due to her grandparents severe neglect when it came to her education she was leagues behind her classmates. Private sessions with her professors had helped, but that didn’t mean she was up to parr yet.
She’d found a quiet place in the Durmstrang castle, far from any of her classmates usual hang out spots, and tried her best to work on her homework in peace. Away from their mocking. Stupid gypsy. That’s what they called her. She hated it. So, so much. Here though? Alone with her books the only frustration she had to face was her own mental incompetence. Not exactly much better, but at least she wasn’t tempted to set people on fire for that. The books though. Well…
With a frustrated growl she blindly threw the book in her lap across the room, the book hitting the wall with a thunk. She wrapped her arms around her legs and buried her face in her lap, letting out another frustrated and angry noise.
SHe was completely unaware that the book she’d thrown had narrowly missed hitting another student in the head.
@aaron
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Sept 12, 2018 9:43:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 9:43:16 GMT -7
IT HAD ALREADY BEEN A YEAR SINCE AARON HAD been bitten, but it still felt very raw for him. Like he was lucky to be alive, lucky to allowed to walk the halls in Durmstrang. As if it could be ripped from him at a moments notice. It was different than when he'd lost the hearing in his left ear. He'd been young enough to adapt quick enough. It was harder this time and it showed, in the curve of his shoulders. The tentative way he navigated life.
This caution that Aaron wielded was sometimes noticeable, and that made him something of an easy target. Though he always took his potions on time, and he was still an admirable Quidditch seeker, people didn't always see it that way. The cruellest of them would bark as he walked past, would make a show of cringing and wiping their hands whenever they touched him, or anything he had touched. Like what he had was catching. 'It is a disease, after all', people would jeer, quick to stress the word 'disease'.
Sometimes, even the most social of people needed a break from it all. Aaron took solace in quiet corners of the Durmstrang Castle. It was a regal old place with plenty of holes to hide him. Though, it appeared Aaron's favoured spot was taken as he turned a corner only to narrowly avoid a book to the forehead.
"Woah!" He gasped, rubbing at his good ear as he looked behind him and then around the corner where a figure sat curled in on themselves. Aaron carefully stooped down and grabbed the book from the ground. "Whatever did this book do to you?" Aaron joked softly, turning the cover to look at the title. It was a Potions textbook, battered but familiar. Every second year had toughed their own read out of it. Tentatively, Aaron sat it back on the table and pushed it toward the girl. "Are you alright?" He asked gently, a soft dent between his brows.
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Sept 30, 2018 16:57:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2018 16:57:25 GMT -7
Maria’s eyes widened when she heard a voice. Immediately she wiped at her eyes with a hand, to make sure she wasn’t angry crying. Thankfully she wasn’t, despite wanting to. Only once she was sure tears hadn’t escaped did she look up… and spotted a much older boy. She didn’t know him, but he had to be in his last years of Durmstrang. And he had her book, the one she’d just thrown. It took only a second to put the two together.
Maria, while a very secretive person by nature, was rather emotional at the moment due to her frustration. So when he questioned her, she let out a sniffle, her lip quivering just a bit. ”It’s too hard.” She answered, her accent quite thick. Many students at Durmstrang had an accent, of course, since the school catered to many countries. Her’s though was not the normal sort for the region. She wasn’t from Europe, that much her accent made clear. Anyone familiar with latin based languages might pin it for Portuguese, though not the European sort. Brazilian. But there was also a strange hint of Swedish starting to creep in. While it was easy to assume she meant the subject was too hard her accent said otherwise. It said the language was hard. Her accent made it clear that, despite only being 12 years old, english was neither her first or second language.
@aaron
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Oct 20, 2018 10:08:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2018 10:08:03 GMT -7
THERE WAS SOMETHING A LITTLE STRANGE ABOUT the lilt in the other students voice. An unfamiliarity that piqued Aaron's interest slightly as he set the book down on the table she sat at. Of course, this could be explained away by the tension in her voice and person, overwhelmed by her own frustrations. Aaron didn't ask as he began to gently pull out the chair opposite her.
"Mind if I sit, too?" He asked, already setting his satchel down on the ground and slumped in to the seat gracelessly. "I thought it was too hard, too." Aaron admitted, which was a bit of an exaggeration, he'd simply not cared enough to try harder than absolutely necessary. He'd still passed, though. "Which part are you at?" He asked, casually lifting the hard front cover away, the pages crinkled from repeated abuse. "Maybe I can help." He shrugged lazily, not making a very big deal out of it in case she took offence. Sometimes people mistook help for weakness.
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Dec 20, 2018 19:03:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2018 19:03:06 GMT -7
Maria gave the older boy, as he sat down, a wary and superstitious look. Almost as if she did not trust his motives for sitting down at all. To be fair, anyone that knew her situation wouldn't blame her. Maria was frequently bullied by her year mates, for multiple reasons. That look didn't diminish as he started to flip through the pages, asking what part she'd been at and offering to help. Finally though, mostly due to her own frustration at the reading making her desperate, that suspicious look started to fade and she glanced down at the book she'd thrown. The book in question, A History of Magic, was required for the History of Magic classes. It also happened to be the hardest book for her to understand.
"Chapter twelve..." She finally muttered. "We have to write a paper on it. But I don't understand."The chapter mentioned was on the Statute of Secrecy, it's creation, how it had changed over the centuries, and the international Wizarding confederations that had formed because of. To be fair, she couldn't be the only one struggling with the chapter. It was a rather large and difficult chapter to digest, especially for a second year such as Maria.
@aaron
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Jan 5, 2019 19:39:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2019 19:39:58 GMT -7
THOUGH AARON WASN'T ENTIRELY SURE HE WAS welcome at the table, he took her silence as approval for the moment. If she changed her mind, he knew where the door was, so he took the seat opposite and tried his best to help. Frustration and anger weren't unfamiliar to Aaron. He'd spent a lot of his earlier years foaming at the mouth, or feeling lost. Be it when he'd lost his hearing, or when he'd first been bitten - which he was still learning from. When he saw it in somebody, it triggered an empathy in him he couldn't control.
"Ah..." Aaron squinted as he tried to recall what chapter twelve had laid out. It had been a while since he'd had to read it, and in all honesty, he hadn't really had to think much on it ever since. Quietly, he flicked the pages all the way forward and then back as he caught chapter twelve, his finger running across the faded scrawl. "The Statue of Secrecy..." He said, humming with a crease in his brows before kissing his teeth loudly. "I remember this." And then he tilted his head slightly as he turned the book back towards her.
"See, the worst thing people do with this part-" Aaron waited to see if he had her attention before snorting slightly and adding. "They over-complicate it." He flicked forward while looking at it upside down, marking the large chunk that made up the chapter alone - which included a detailed summary of the actual declaration. "It's a lot of information jammed in to one single chapter, which makes it scary." Aaron rolled his eyes, he wasn't the best academically, and he understood her pain.
"Someone told me once-" He smiled at her, trying to be encouraging. "To take a single topic from it and make it your 'leading lady'." He chuckled at the saying. "Like, it's creation and the people behind it." He waffled over what else, gesturing with his hand as he say back in his seat and left her with the book - to take it or leave it. "Its... its progression or its faults." Holding out both hands he lifted them in a lazy gesture. "You decide, everything else..." He smirked, rocking on the back legs. "Let's say they don't matter for now."
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