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by Kurokiku on Wed Dec 29, 2010 2:43 am
Claudia's black eyes swept over the assembled students appraisingly, and though her facial expression never really changed, it was clear in her posture that she'd decided something. What it was, exactly, would not be immediately evident. She shot a look back to the corner of the room, where Professor C stood, well... lurked was more like it. For the head of Gryffindor House, the man had a thing for mysterious entrances and shadowy spots.
Not that it bothered her, of course. Claudia was not easily intimidated, and unlike the rest of her family, she would not be changed simply because the world was temporarily different. Oh no, not her. Blaise Zabini's cousin had for more guts than that.
"Congratulations on being invited here. Our faculty adviser, who most of you know as Professor C, has invited you here because he believes you all have merit enough to have earned it. It is my job, then, to deliver the harder news: that merit, whatever it may be, will not be enough." Her tone was soft, silken, and just the slightest bit dangerous as she spoke, and most of them were instantly drawn in.
"Do allow me to elaborate. The Hogwarts Society for the Gifted is designed to better you, to make you stronger. Among other things, your senior members will be taking the initiative to teach you spells of a higher level than your peers will be learning. You will be privy to knowledge and power that does not belong to others of your age, because... you are better than they are. Oh, you might not believe me now, but it will soon become evident, I assure you." She smiled then, a slow, tight, serpent's smile, and her eyes became half-lidded in what appeared to be languid contemplation.
"As most of you will doubtless have guessed, there is indeed a catch. Our society, while known to the administration, is purposely kept from other students, and we expect that it will remain that way. You will also be periodically given tasks to complete by Professor C or myself, and we expect you to carry these out with all due haste and discretion. Do not mistake me: these tasks shall prove beneficial to you as well.
"Above all, however, remember one thing: all Society activities must remain beneath the notice of others. To anyone, anyone who asks, we are merely a supportive group of older students who tutor our younger counterparts in advanced magic. To those of you who are inclined to disregard the rules," and here her eyes met each of the Slytherins and Gryffindors in the room, "do understand that smarter, craftier, more brazen than you have tried, and the consequences are unfailingly dire. Are there any questions?"
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Astrea poked her head over the top of the book she was reading, and she surveyed the library. it looked like all the other students in this section had departed, and she wondered why. The clock on the wall provided her answer.
"Oh," she said softly to herself. "I hadn't thought it was that late." Blinking owlishly, the girl shoved the book- Hogwarts, A History- into her overlarge bag and minimized it. Really, she was coming to love this particular little charm, and the myriad of other ones a person could pick up with enough observation or reading. In all honesty, though, she was so tiny that she would probably never get to class on time if she didn't know how to reduce the weight of the things she carried. One of her Hufflepuff friends liked to say that if someone ever put a featherweight charm on Astrea, she would drift away with the first errant breeze. She herself rather liked the idea.
Adjusting her several layers of brightly-colored shirt to lay smoothly once more, she headed out of the library and back towards Ravenclaw tower. The prefect that was usually about at this time- Claudia, maybe?- was not to be seen, which meant that the fact that she was technically out past hours went unnoticed by any except a blond Hufflepuff girl leaning against the wall next to a portrait of a middle-aged woman with severe features. Both glared at her as she passed, and the portrait made a tut-tutting sound and mentioned something about children nowadays. Astrea thought there must be something on her face, and resolved to check next time she found a mirror.
The rest of the journey passed in silence, and her nearly soundless footsteps nevertheless echoed in the empty halls, along with the small melody she was humming to herself. Really, these past few weeks had been interesting. Fall was only just beginning in earnest, and already so much had happened. The train group had largely drifted apart, though she still greeted everyone in the hallways. The only two she really spent any amount of time with were John, Ian, and whomever she happened to randomly sit with at lunch. She had something of a rotation, and most of them jokingly asked her when their next "Astrea day" was. ti was nice, to think that people liked her company, even if only a bit.
"Pomegranates," she replied to her portrait's riddle, and the thing swung open to admit her. Once inside her room, she expanded her star necklace again and pulled the book up to rest against her pillow, turning onto her stomach and lighting the Lumos spell (another useful one she'd picked up, this from a Gryffindor second year named Ashley) so that she might continue to read.
The book fell open on its own, though, and a folded piece of parchment dropped out. "Hm? What's this?" she whispered to herself, and watched in fascination as words began to resolve on the page.
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