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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:50 pm
 So the time was finally here, the first day of her schooling. This period she had a ‘Magical History’ class, which in other words meant studying great Witches of the past as well as learning about important dates and events which shaped the way they lived in now. I guess it was a case of learning from past mistakes so they were not repeated, as well as giving young Witchlings like herself people to idolise and admire, walking into the room she could not help but wonder if that one day someone from this very class could be talked about in a History lessons to come. Now that was a strange thought! Sidra’s silver eyes scanned the room for a desk. Many people had already managed to find themselves a group of friends who they were chatting away with before the teacher arrived. She had not really had time to get to know anyone yet, besides a couple of girls in her dorm, however none of them seemed to be here. Soon enough she caught sight of a desk at the far side of the room near the windows and swiftly made her way over before the seat was taken.
She stroked the wooden top with her hand and then lowered herself into the seat; it seemed like this was where she was going to be spending her Monday mornings for the foreseeable future. It did not take her long to notice the view from outside, a parade of black uniforms were making their way into the Academy to attend class. Though she was more interested in the clouds in the sky and the beautiful gardens which were surrounding them, being a girl who was easily amused she wondered if it was a good idea having a window seat, it would be hard for her to keep her mind in the class and not letting it drift away into cloud dazing or following whichever random butterfly which caught her eye that day. When the Professor came in she forced her attention forward, this was a new start for her and she wanted to give a good impression. The first part of the class was simple and very uneventful, the man introduced himself and then explained that they would be doing a exercise intended to break the ice.
Before she knew it sheets were being handed down the rows, she took one for herself and passed the pile on. It seemed like each one had a questionnaire that you had to fill out about someone you did not know in the class, this put her in a awkward situation from the start because not only did she not know anyone but she found it difficult to connect with people when the interaction seemed a little more like school work than actual socialising. None the less she stood up from her seat and began to search for a partner, some found them easy, picking people they already knew to make it easier and though it was totally missing the point of the activity if Sid had known anyone she would have done it herself. Instead she caught sight of a blonde haired boy who seemed to be on his own, she did not want to be the dork stood alone whilst everyone else paired up so she swallowed whatever nervous feelings she had and approached him. On closer inspection, he was quite cute.
“Hello, I am sorry but do you need a partner?” She asked, resting her hands on his desk and leaning down towards him a little, she knew enough about personal space not to make people fell uncomfortable but was open enough to intrude it a little because of her friendly nature, she saw no reason why she could feel awkward talking to anyone, especially when every strange face was a potential friend. She reached up and tucked one of her curls behind her ear, she had relatively short hair that she tied up in pigtails; it was naturally wavy and uncontrollable so in an attempt to tame it she had tied it up for class. Seeing as this was the first impression she was giving to people she was going to be spending her formal education with she wanted to look nice. Growing up in a bakery you soon learned that presentation was important, it something did not look as good as it tasted then it was not going to get bought.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:33 pm
 Why the hell was Orpheus in a magical history class? He was late, again, first of all, but-- oh, it was mandatory, wasn't it. Patch's a** (which was a colloquialism gleaned from his surrogate family based on an unfortunate incident with a pantsless old man), how he hated magical history. Or history of any kind, really. Dates, facts, figures-- he had no room for such things in his brain. It was second only to his hatred of language classes. Not that he disliked learning other languages; that, he enjoyed. What he didn't like was literature and spelling. So dry. So boring. At least spoken language had a tangible cadence to it.
Still, late, he dragged himself reluctantly into the class, his shirt half untucked and his hair all pointing up and to the left. He had clearly slept on it and not really bothered to fix it. He was making a beeline for his usual favourite seat, by the window, but there was a silver-haired witchling in his place. He wasn't the kind to be possessive, and she seemed to like it out there, so... He just sat beside her, as if that's what he'd meant to do all the while. Except she seemed kind of strange, and oblivious to his company, so he moved down a few rows... better safe than sorry, right? And then when the papers were handed out, it looked like they were one of the few left alone.
"Can you create doppelgangers?" he asked her, with a smile, as if it was the most normal reply he knew. One of his hands slipped down the desk to rest beside hers, without touching it. His eyes were warm, and friendly. But clearly mischievous. And if one looked at his grin too long, the sweetness turned into chaos, and he looked altogether like he was up to no good. She was pretty, he thought to himself. Which probably meant that she would be a pain in the a**, since that's what seemed to be the trend lately. The nicer the witchling, the more they had a bone to pick with him, even if he wasn't really doing anything. At least, that's what he always told himself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 4:05 pm
Sidra blinked and then grinned, it was not what she expected but she liked it, at least he was quirky. Heck, maybe he was a oddball like herself. "Doppelgänger's? now that would be a skill, picking out a outfit would be easier. Though I am afraid I am not that talented, I would not know where to start. Why can you?" She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like, three of her walking down her own personal runway in her room. The number of times she had to get changed because she did not look look right to end up wearing what she began with was just insane.
She spun around and sat at the edge of the desk, crossing her legs and leaning her sheet against her thighs, tapping her pen against her chin like she was thinking. "My name is Sidra, Sidra Snow but but most people call me Sid. That is also the awnser to number one on your sheet." She stated looking down at his paper and then went back to playing with the curl at the side of her face, she always had a problem sitting still, especially when she was not able to escape into her own little dream world. "Is it my turn to ask a question? Lets see...." She thought out loud, the pen haulted and then found a home behind her ear, her hands than going to rest of her knees as she kicked one of her legs back and forth gently.
She then snapped, the lightbulb obviously going odd above her pale head. "I got it. What would win in a fight? A Sabre-Tooth-Tiger or a Rhinoceros." She took his strange question and raised him one, funny thing is you could tell a lot about a person by asking a question like that. She was sure he would have a interesting answer for her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 11:04 pm
He kept on smiling at the girl. "It would be, although I'd use mine to play an extra instrument. Probably ones with keys... Do you think my doppelganger would be bad at the same things I am?" Orpheus paused, thinking about it. Maybe it could be taught to suck less at piano. He certainly didn't have the patience. It was like trying to learn a foreign language for him. Why would he bother when he could just speak between the different string instruments? In any case, he certainly hadn't meant that by his question. "If you can't make them, I guess we both need a partner, to answer your original question," Orpheus finished, leaning back in his chair.
She gave him her name, and he thought about it for a moment. "Sidra Snow?... I'm Dovleac. My other name is Orpheus. They're both fine." He wrote her name down on his paper, guessing at the spelling of her first name. He should be pretty accurate. He was smarter than he seemed. That would probably start to suffer once he played more gigs.... once he even had a band, for that matter. He really did need to recruit.
He waited patiently as she thought of a question, though he fidgeted: his foot tapped against the floor and every so often he'd swipe stray bangs away from his eyes. Finally, though he thought she'd ask him something for their assignment, she asked such a strange thing. "Rhinoceros," Orpheus replied. "Thick skin, like me." Orpheus knocked on the side of his head lightly, grinning.
"So, Sidra Snow... what do you like to do?" he asked, glancing down at the rest of the questionnaire.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 4:53 pm
"In the beginning, but if you both practised different things then you would both learn and get better at different things, right?" She asked with a small wink. It would be fun having a so called twin, though she did not know if she would like someone who looked just like her wondering around and sharing her friends. She was very selfish when it came to things like that, she wanted to experience everything herself and would hate having someone else do it for her. What if her clone had her first kiss, or even worse what if she graduated before Sid? THE SHAME!"So your name is Orpheus Docleac? Now that is a grand name!" She stated, hard to pronounce and not very gentle on the tongue but she liked it, it was unique. Not boring like her, she was so plain, she even lacked colour, skin, hair and eyes as white as snow. She should really dye it like a rainbow, then she would not look so blank!
She giggled a little as he knocked on the side of his head, he had a cute smile. "Shame really I am more like the tiger, quick and tricky. Hear me roar." She curled her hand a little bit and swiped, like a cat extending its claws. She always loved kitties and often dressed as one for Halloween. She put her hand back on her leg as he asked his next question. "Hmm... well I like baking, books, dancing. Lots of things really. I am guessing you like music then? Are you some kind of rock star, you look like one a little. My sister used to be obsessed, had posters all around our room." She rambled slightly, Sid had a habit of talking to herself and going off on the smallest thing, reading too much into what people say. Though a small part of her wanted to admit he hoped he would say yes, she had never met anyone that played an instrument and the prospect excited her. Maybe she could learn, or he would let her hear him play. She would like that.
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