Post by Yasmina Reza on Jun 6, 2009 0:21:45 GMT -5
The Divination classroom of Hogwarts was known for its comfortable atmosphere. The lighting was dim to be conducive to relaxation. There were no harsh colors or materials present. Instead of chairs, the students sat on giant, overstuffed cushions. The room was also kept a bit on the toasty side - not warm enough to be considered uncomfortable however. Still, for some reason the young woman who taught in this particular room could not shake a feeling of uneasiness, nor could she warm her chilled body. The shawl wrapped around her narrow shoulders and the scalding cup of tea in her hands did nothing to comfort or warm Yasmina Reza as she sat on the cushioned window seat, absently staring at the fog covered lake. It was a large, round window that was usually kept covered by thick curtains made of royal blue velvet. However, on overcast days such as this one, she pulled back the window treatments so that she could look out over the school grounds. The view was not spectacular, but it was fine enough to suit her.
Yasmina took another sip of the steaming ginger tea and winced as it burned the back of her throat. Its familiar taste did little to sooth the French-Iranian seer. She had begun to have visions again. This was nothing unusual to her, but the manner of these visions startled her. There was something dark brewing and she could sense that the center of the darkness was harbored within the walls of the castle. She could not see the source's face in her visions, for at the present they were nothing but shadows, but she knew that she had come face to face with it in the real world. These visions had been plaguing her for more than a week and she was beginning to look warily at those around her. Something truly dreadful was preparing itself to occur. She continued to drink her tea, ignoring the fact that the piping hot liquid burned her mouth. She needed answers. She needed to see the dregs left behind by the spiced liquid.
Normally, Yasmina appreciated the unique set of skills she had been born with. The ability to see into the future was not something that just anyone could hone and she was truly blessed. Still, there were times, such as this one, when Yasmina wished that she did not know the events that were going to take place. It seemed that the visions for ominous events were always stronger and left her feeling unsettled for days, even when the premonitions were as hazy as this one. Tears stung at her eyes as she drained the last of the liquid. Its heat in both temperature and spice probed at her sinuses, making her eyes water. Pulling the porcelain cup from her lips, she held it in front of her, looking at the brown markings at the bottom. She breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the visions portrayed was still a long way off. It was something that she could have easily inferred, but the tea reading comforted her further. Her vision had not progressed past shadows and ominous feelings, therefore it was not strong. Once she began to see what was actually happening, she was sure there would be trouble. Setting the tea cup down on a table beside the window, she wrapped the cream colored shawl tighter around her shoulders and tucked her knees up against her chest.
Her navy print dress buttoned up the front and fell to the middle of her calf. It was not the most fashionable thing that she owned, but it was comfortable and she liked it enough. She needed a bit of comfort right now. She had originally paired it with navy high heels, but they were abandoned on the other side of the room next to the cushion she called her own. Her dark wavy hair was loosely pinned back behind her ears so as not to get in her way while she peered into the depth of a crystal, or, in today's case, into the bottom of a tea cup.
As she sat, Yasmina found herself wishing that it was not Saturday. The lack of classes kept her from having a distraction from the feelings she had been getting as of late. There were few students wandering among the grounds on such a gloomy day. Through the fog, she could see two people walking - a couple, or so they appeared. She recognized them as members of her house - Ravenclaw and watched them idly until they meandered their way out of her sight. Good heavens, what a dull day.
Yasmina was yanked from her boredom as she looked up sharply. There was someone coming. She did not need a vision to tell her this, for she could hear footsteps. Her gaze traveled lazily from the window to the door through which someone would soon enter. She hoped, for her sanity's sake, that it was someone interestingly diverting.
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muse; the loud, boisterous drunks in my building who keep knocking on the door looking for Jessica... who does not live here... and therefore, hindering me from sleep.
Yasmina took another sip of the steaming ginger tea and winced as it burned the back of her throat. Its familiar taste did little to sooth the French-Iranian seer. She had begun to have visions again. This was nothing unusual to her, but the manner of these visions startled her. There was something dark brewing and she could sense that the center of the darkness was harbored within the walls of the castle. She could not see the source's face in her visions, for at the present they were nothing but shadows, but she knew that she had come face to face with it in the real world. These visions had been plaguing her for more than a week and she was beginning to look warily at those around her. Something truly dreadful was preparing itself to occur. She continued to drink her tea, ignoring the fact that the piping hot liquid burned her mouth. She needed answers. She needed to see the dregs left behind by the spiced liquid.
Normally, Yasmina appreciated the unique set of skills she had been born with. The ability to see into the future was not something that just anyone could hone and she was truly blessed. Still, there were times, such as this one, when Yasmina wished that she did not know the events that were going to take place. It seemed that the visions for ominous events were always stronger and left her feeling unsettled for days, even when the premonitions were as hazy as this one. Tears stung at her eyes as she drained the last of the liquid. Its heat in both temperature and spice probed at her sinuses, making her eyes water. Pulling the porcelain cup from her lips, she held it in front of her, looking at the brown markings at the bottom. She breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the visions portrayed was still a long way off. It was something that she could have easily inferred, but the tea reading comforted her further. Her vision had not progressed past shadows and ominous feelings, therefore it was not strong. Once she began to see what was actually happening, she was sure there would be trouble. Setting the tea cup down on a table beside the window, she wrapped the cream colored shawl tighter around her shoulders and tucked her knees up against her chest.
Her navy print dress buttoned up the front and fell to the middle of her calf. It was not the most fashionable thing that she owned, but it was comfortable and she liked it enough. She needed a bit of comfort right now. She had originally paired it with navy high heels, but they were abandoned on the other side of the room next to the cushion she called her own. Her dark wavy hair was loosely pinned back behind her ears so as not to get in her way while she peered into the depth of a crystal, or, in today's case, into the bottom of a tea cup.
As she sat, Yasmina found herself wishing that it was not Saturday. The lack of classes kept her from having a distraction from the feelings she had been getting as of late. There were few students wandering among the grounds on such a gloomy day. Through the fog, she could see two people walking - a couple, or so they appeared. She recognized them as members of her house - Ravenclaw and watched them idly until they meandered their way out of her sight. Good heavens, what a dull day.
Yasmina was yanked from her boredom as she looked up sharply. There was someone coming. She did not need a vision to tell her this, for she could hear footsteps. Her gaze traveled lazily from the window to the door through which someone would soon enter. She hoped, for her sanity's sake, that it was someone interestingly diverting.
words; 835
tag; open
muse; the loud, boisterous drunks in my building who keep knocking on the door looking for Jessica... who does not live here... and therefore, hindering me from sleep.