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Post by fern on Aug 9, 2007 21:29:03 GMT
Having flipped through the book of charms so kindly provided by a school administrator [Fern wasn't one to bother with trivial things such names,] it dawned upon her that the philosophy of charmswork and entertainment do not, and possibly would never, coincide. With the exception of few, the charms and their explanations were either terrifyingly simple or would be of no use to her once she finally graduated the confinements of Hogwarts.
She smiled girlishly whilst shutting the book, watching it's pages flap unapologetically until it closed with a heavy "thunk". Wasting little time, Fern then threw it onto a circular table just a small ways away.
"Well that was interesting," she muttered to no one in particular, casting a casual glance around the room in hopes of identifying a new source of activity that she might partake in.
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Post by akira on Aug 12, 2007 22:37:57 GMT
Shuffling quietly into the common room with glossy eyes, the oriental witch felt the portrait shut beneath her, its closing only propelling her forward more. The jeering of a passing Slytherin still echoed in her head. "Its pronounced Gryffindor, not Gyffindo." and "Go back to Japan, freak." People could be so cruel. That person didn't even know her, didn't even try to understand her difficulty with speaking. English, while foreign to her, was the hardest language to learn if you werent born in an English country. Which she wasn't. The only thing she could pronounce right, for the most part, was her name, which contained one 'r'. Standing there without a sound, Akira leaned her head back to fight away the possible tears that threatened to ruin her makeup. Opening her fan with a loud snap, she pasted on a brave face, her pace slower as she stepped further into the room. It was warm, and inviting. Protected from the sharp tongues of snakes trapped within human skin.
Fanning herself, Akira found herself startled by the sudden, unexpected noise of a heavy book clubbing against a table top. The source of the toss, a girl, appeared very.. Concentrating on the word for a moment, she concluded that the feeling must be boredom. Sliding the sleeve of her kimono back, Akira approached the fellow fifth year, managing to smile despite the consequences of her being here. Slythen bullies. "You do not like to study, hai?" The end word being the Japanese one for yes, Akira bowed her head in greeting before slowly sitting nearby, appearing proud with herself that she didn't have to concentrate to get that sentence out. "My name is Akiya. Akiy.. Akira. It is hard to say English." And pronounce them, and understand them, and have other people know what she was saying.. Everything was so strange to her, and difficult, but Akira had promised her parents she would survive at Hogwarts.
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