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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 18, 2012 0:53:37 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isa walked into the library, smiling when she saw Sidney. Walking over, Isa sat down across from her at the table where she was studdying. "Bonjour, Sidney. Comment allez vous?" she asked how she was today, bringing her books out and setting them up so she could study just like Sidney was. Sidney was a year ahead of her, but they were both as studious and dedicated to their classwork as the other. It was one of the reasons they got aqlong as well as they did.
It was one of the few things Isa enjoyed about being here. Back home in her home town in France, Isa was looted at as odd and peculiar, but not AS much here. Especially when they understood her passion for reading like Sidney did. They understood each other, just like Arie understood her need for adventure and freedom. They were to of the few people who knew about the agreement her father had made considering her matrimonial future and how much she loathed it. ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 171tag ❀ Sidneysong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 18, 2012 19:34:25 GMT -5
Sidney was lost in the pages of her book, the tale of a ship lost many years ago in a storm, and hadn't expected for anyone to approach her let alone talk to her. Looking up to find Isa, Sidney couldn't help but smile at her and as she watched her lay out her books, she found that she was grateful for some company. "Je suis bien. Et vous?" She replied, saying she was well and asking how Isa was.
She was smiling which was something. Sidney always enjoyed seeing Isa smile. She was a year below Sidney and just as well read and enthusiastic about learning. Had she been the same year Sidney might have felt a little threatened but instead she saw her as a kindred spirit. Granted, a kindred spirit with a lot of baggage courtesy of her family but a kindred spirit nonetheless.
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 18, 2012 23:20:49 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ “Je suis bien, aussi. Bien. fatigué, mais bon,” Isa told her friend, smiling down at the book below her. She had seen Beau on the way to the library, but she wasn't going to let that bother her. After the way he treated her last time, she was going to do her best to ignore him. But then again, she hadn't even been paying attention to him last time. She had been minding her own business, reading her book, really enjoying the part where the girl found herself locked away in the dungeon. It was a sad part, but if it didn't happen, the girl would have never met the prince.
“How are your classes going?” Isa began speaking English as opposed to her French. She knew Sidney spoke a little French, but she didn't know exactly how much. “I'm actually very excited for this year. Captain Hooke,” Isa called him by the name lots of students had started calling him, considering he had been a ship captain prior coming here to the academy, and he actually liked the name, ]b]“has really got me doing a lot this year. He loves learning all he can about muggle-life and he gets a lot from me.” [/b] Isa giggled. He was a peculiar fellow, it was actually one of her easiest classes, one that didn't require heavy amounts of studying.[/blockquote] ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 231tag ❀ Sidneysong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 19, 2012 20:16:56 GMT -5
"My classes are going well." Sidney answered as she adjusted herself in her seat, "Nothing too exciting to write home about y'know?" She hadn't been lying. Her classes lately had been a steady stream of papers and book work. Hopefully soon a professor would change it up with a demonstration or guest but it didn't seem too likely.
Hearing Isa talk about Professor Hooke made Sidney feel uneasy. She didn't know why but something about that man rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was the way he watched people but there was a good chance it could be the wig he wore. Sidney at least hoped it was a wig.
Something Isa said stood out even more and Sidney couldn't help but to question it, "What kind of questions does he ask you?" She found it strange that someone who was supposed to be proficient in the subject they taught would be asking students questions. Shouldn't he know? Didn't he have muggle friends he could ask? Once again Sidney's mind went back to Hooke's wig. He could have many more muggle friends and blend in to muggle society if he wasn't wearing that abomination on his head.
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 20, 2012 12:31:30 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isa was sure the reasons why she enjoyed her classes so much is because most of the professors didn't look at her the way the people from her home town. She didn't like the admonishing glances she got from them. Yes, she ignored them, but that didn't mean she didn't see them. And yes, there were the same look from those pure-blooded witches and wizards here at the academy who thought they were better than all muggles. It was all the same. And as much as she did ignore them, she still knew the looks were there.
Hooke was one of the professors who didn't look at Isa as though she was peculiar. He was fascinated by her and the life she lived. Yes, he probably paid more attention to her than most of the professors did, but she equated it to his passion for muggle-items. She couldn't hold that against him, especially since she had her passions as she did. She didn't like when people told her her passions were ridiculous... Like Beau did... She wasn't going to think about him right now. She hated thinking about him. He made her feel worse than all those disproving glances. He went out of his way. Most everyone else just let her go about her day without asking why she was the way she was. Beau... He had make sure she knew just how odd she was and that she didn't fit in. HELLO, BEAU, YOU DON'T FIT IN EITHER!
She couldn't believe she was having an argument with Beau in her head right in front of Sidney. If she wasn't careful, Sid would sense her distraction, and she'd have to tell her that Beau was hassling her again. Isa was glad she asked her a question, pulling her thoughts off of Beau and back to the Muggle Studies professor. “You know his obsession with all things Muggle? He's fascinated that I lived my life in a muggle community where they have no idea about all this stuff. I'm sure he treats all of us muggle-borns the same, but I like being able to share the things I know with him.” Isa gave a short laugh. “It's amusing how excited he can get.”
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Post by Sidney W. Meade on Jun 21, 2012 22:11:30 GMT -5
"He does realize that a good portion of muggle born wizards live in communities that have no clue about our world right?" Sidney asked, her eyebrow quirked. Her words were sarcastic but there was something in her that believed Hooke was up to no good.
"How is everything else going?" Sidney asked, her voice quieter than usual. She knew Isa didn't like talking about Beau and the other, less happy, parts of her life but every once in a while Sidney felt confident enough to wade into those waters.
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