Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2018 13:05:55 GMT -5
History repeats itself
@caerus
Changing schools had been a process. Most of the classes were the same, it was the people that were different. She had never been outside the US before and somehow she didn't anticipate that people were much different than those she had went to school with in the past. She had been in classes with kids from New York and kids from L.A. So far apart, yet somehow still the same. How different could these students really be? Desiree hadn't been prepared for a culture shock, but there it had been. Everything about herself felt wrong and weird compared to these new people. Her voice, the way she spoke, her attitude towards professors. Lord? Lady? What the hell was that? And to come in just after the muggleborns went into registration? The castle was weird, the vibes in it even weirder and add in to that her foreignness... The whole thing sucked. Like, really sucked.
Just when Desiree was starting to find her niche, they threw this crap at her. History of Magic, a core class here at Hogwarts. It had been a core class at Ilvermorny too, but that was history she actually knew. Her parents had lived it, learned it, taught it to their kids. This history? She hadn't the slightest clue what wizarding wars were waged in this foreign land. She didn't know who Voldemort was, who the Death Eater's where, what had happened just before her arrival. She knew none of it. Only that she was safe in this new school, at least for now.
Learning the course wasn't all that difficult. History was history, it was just a matter of memorizing the facts, but she felt so stupid not knowing. These kids walked around like they knew some huge secret and she wanted in on it. Asking them would be strange. What teenager wants to spend their time explaining history to another? None of them, that's who. So Desiree had found help in an unlikely place... The portraits. They had been in this castle for hundreds of years, some of them, and they knew the ins and outs. Plus, they seemed to really enjoy someone paying attention to them! She was happy enough to sit and gossip with them in the hall while she worked on her assignments.
"Were there really giant wars?" Desiree questioned absentmindedly. She flipped through her history book looking at the moving pictures spotting the text. "We never had anything like that in the US..."
"Aye, ma'dam, the giant wars were quite miraculous. More miraculous that we wizards came out victorious!" A male portrait raved, his pencil like mustache bobbing animatedly as he spoke.
"Miraculous? Nothin' miraculous 'bout it! We giants lost everything in those wars!" Another painting called out, another man, a huge man, brandishing a sword. "All we wanted was what was rightfully ours!"
Desiree's favorite portrait rolled her eyes, whispering across the hallway to her as she sat on the floor. "Touchy subject, dear. I'd recommend not to bring it up again. These two will never stop squabbling over it!"
The small brunette giggled on the floor, surrounded by her bag and a few sheets of loose parchment. "My bad! We'll just skip right over that. What about....um, like..." She was cross legged, in Slytherin robes, with her history book splayed across her legs. It was a bit of a free time for her now, she had an hour or so before her next class was to start. Desiree flipped through the book looking for the portions she wanted to know about, but the sounds of footsteps distracted her.
She followed the noise of them upward to see a familiar face approaching. A smile formed on her lips as he drew closer to her. "Hey! What's up?" Her American accent cutting against the primarily British ones coming from the paintings along the hall.
Just when Desiree was starting to find her niche, they threw this crap at her. History of Magic, a core class here at Hogwarts. It had been a core class at Ilvermorny too, but that was history she actually knew. Her parents had lived it, learned it, taught it to their kids. This history? She hadn't the slightest clue what wizarding wars were waged in this foreign land. She didn't know who Voldemort was, who the Death Eater's where, what had happened just before her arrival. She knew none of it. Only that she was safe in this new school, at least for now.
Learning the course wasn't all that difficult. History was history, it was just a matter of memorizing the facts, but she felt so stupid not knowing. These kids walked around like they knew some huge secret and she wanted in on it. Asking them would be strange. What teenager wants to spend their time explaining history to another? None of them, that's who. So Desiree had found help in an unlikely place... The portraits. They had been in this castle for hundreds of years, some of them, and they knew the ins and outs. Plus, they seemed to really enjoy someone paying attention to them! She was happy enough to sit and gossip with them in the hall while she worked on her assignments.
"Were there really giant wars?" Desiree questioned absentmindedly. She flipped through her history book looking at the moving pictures spotting the text. "We never had anything like that in the US..."
"Aye, ma'dam, the giant wars were quite miraculous. More miraculous that we wizards came out victorious!" A male portrait raved, his pencil like mustache bobbing animatedly as he spoke.
"Miraculous? Nothin' miraculous 'bout it! We giants lost everything in those wars!" Another painting called out, another man, a huge man, brandishing a sword. "All we wanted was what was rightfully ours!"
Desiree's favorite portrait rolled her eyes, whispering across the hallway to her as she sat on the floor. "Touchy subject, dear. I'd recommend not to bring it up again. These two will never stop squabbling over it!"
The small brunette giggled on the floor, surrounded by her bag and a few sheets of loose parchment. "My bad! We'll just skip right over that. What about....um, like..." She was cross legged, in Slytherin robes, with her history book splayed across her legs. It was a bit of a free time for her now, she had an hour or so before her next class was to start. Desiree flipped through the book looking for the portions she wanted to know about, but the sounds of footsteps distracted her.
She followed the noise of them upward to see a familiar face approaching. A smile formed on her lips as he drew closer to her. "Hey! What's up?" Her American accent cutting against the primarily British ones coming from the paintings along the hall.
