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The vision was interrupted causing her to jolt from her seated position. Onlookers stared intensely..she cringed settling back in her seat in the common room. She allowed her dark locks to hide her face out of embarrassment. She wanted so badly to be invisble in this moment. Everyone thought her weird...except the few that new of her talents or perhaps affliction.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, snoresville! Rodolphus slouched over his desk attempting to keep his eyes open. He was more interested in the Dark Arts rather its defense. Today’s lesson was on Animagi..it was difficult magic, but nothing he was interested in learning at this time. He was more focused on gaining the favor of his father..becoming a death eater and fulfilling his destiny. An outburst about werewolves had him rolling his eyes “A werewolf is different you idiot, even an infant knows that.” he snorted annoyed by the ignorant Hufflepuff. Perhaps his response was a bit harsh but he knew he was right. Lycanthropy was an affliction not a choice like Animagi. At least from legend, one did not wish to become such a beast. 

She tied her hair up to prevent it from hanging in her cauldron, her hair set atop of her head in a messy bun. A slender finger traced over the ingredients for today’s lesson. Today’s potion was quite advanced, any mishaps could send the drinker into a comatose state. “ First...Add powdered moonstone until the potion turns green.” Yesse opened the vial containing moonstone powder and watched the boiling water intensely. The first sight of green she stoped adding moonstone. Now she was to stir until green. Next, add powdered moonstone until the potion turns purple. Check...everything was going as planned up until the porcupine quills. Something had done terribly wrong.. “No -- no, no! I don’t know what happened...” she sunk on her stool defeated...perhaps she didn’t shake the quills long enough.. 

D i v i n a t i o n class was always Rodolphus' favorite subject. Although he wouldn't admit it if anyone asked. Being a Leatrange he had to live up to certain expectations..which made it difficult for him to be himself. Today's coursework consisted of learning to read tea leaves. He watched the Professor as she read a nearby students tea leaves, the class reacted excitedly. He looked down to his own cup seeing nothing but darkness in his own future. His stone facial expression didn't falter but in reflected internally knowing how disappointed his mother would be... He huffed looking to his neighbor's. "Your tea leaves are predicting a future of loneliness..." He stated dryly. Rod's back pressed against his chair hoping the other student wasnt aware of his own tea leaves. Although it predicted the inevitable. Darkness and deep loss..his mind went to his mother...