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Raine Collindale, Teppenpaw
Pretty sure one of them is a very famous type of straw...
Wed Sep 27, 2017 00:42
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Raine took her quiz back from Professor Xavier, trying to tune out the positive feedback that the preceding two students received. They got excellent and very good. She merely got And here’s yours. It was as if someone had greeted everyone else enthusiastically before noticing that Raine had tagged along too... Good to see you, glad you could make it. Oh. And you. You’re also… here. ‘Also here’ was largely how she felt about school. Other people were great at classes, or star Quidditch players, or club leaders. Raine was… also there. She knew she mattered to her friends, and she treasured that beyond everything, but it didn’t help her feel like there was much of a place for her in the system. She glanced at her paper. D. No wonder she’d only got a token nod to the fact she existed and had shown up for said quiz. The fact that she had been physically present in the classroom was about as much as could be said for her performance. As a first year, she had gradually dragged herself up from Ts to Ds. It had been a painstaking process. In second year, she had averaged a solid D, occasionally scraping it up to P. Her grades had taken a serious hit when she’d had to move up to intermediates, but again she’d clawed her way back. Last year, a couple of her homeworks had even received their first ‘A’s although she was well aware that those were the ones where Ben or her friends had helped her more than they probably should.

She took a seat, feeling miserable. This year was so hard already. They were halfway through the time that Professor Gray had given them for his Charms essay but she was no way near through halfway writing it. She had an academic support appointment with Professor Skies tomorrow, and she knew that she was expecting to see far more than Raine had produced. She was always being told to try harder next time, and she had tried trying hard. She had tried as hard as she was able, she just didn’t get it. And now, even though fifth year was really not a convenient time to hit this point, she felt more like giving up than keeping going. It didn’t help that, more than ever, she didn’t want to be here. She had never enjoyed leaving her family, but now there was Dallas too… Or had been. They had agreed not to continue it whilst she was at school. She alternated between daydreaming that he was missing her so much that he couldn’t possibly think of getting with another girl, and torturing herself imagining who he might be sleeping with. It was distracting enough wishing she could be with him, and hating that she wasn’t, on the emotional level, but he’d also opened up a door to a whole new magical world for her… Since coming back to Sonora, there was a certain itch going unscratched… She found herself tuning out in class. She had always struggled to pay attention, but now her mind wandered onto things she’d much rather be doing…

The animated tone of Professor Xavier’s voice called her back to attention. Something about poisoned leaves. And then he said the dreaded words… Homework. Essay. Not another one! For all that he claimed it was easy and short, the thought of any more homework right now was more than she could cope with. And before that, they had to identify six types of grass. The fact that that was an entirely normal and reasonable herbology task just didn’t even register beyond the swirling, churning feeling in her brain that absolutely everything that everyone was asking was impossible. Grass… just looked like grass, surely? And who cared? And why was everyone insisting on telling her everything was easy when none of it was for her?

“I’m hoping this one won’t be too hard to identify,”

“Maybe not for you,” Raine snapped, over the tail ends of Joe’s remarks about the tell-tale purple ends. “I’m sure the CATS will just be a lovely stroll in the park for everyone else.”

There was a beat.

“Sorry,” she said, seeming just as surprised and startled that she’d yelled at him as Joe probably was.

  • I wasn't expecting something colorful. - Joe Umland, Teppenpaw, Tue Sep 26 14:58
    Joe had not been nervous about the review quiz Professor Xavier had given them, but it was always a relief to see a good result on paper, official. Herbology was not the most mentally taxing subject... more
    • Pretty sure one of them is a very famous type of straw... - Raine Collindale, Teppenpaw, Wed Sep 27 00:42
      • Joe was not - altogether - unfamiliar with being yelled at. When Stephen and Paul had been teenagers, they had bellowed at him to leave them alone often enough, and John's immaturity had always been... more
        • Raine actually took a glance over the grass in front of them. Part of her sort of saw Joe’s point but it was still hard to let that filter through the blind fog of panic that said she was too stupid... more
          • Looks like it, yeah. - Joe, Sun Oct 8 14:49
            Well, Raine was clearly not okay, but knowing this proved less helpful than Joe could have hoped. He still, for instance, had no idea what to do to fix the problem. The last time he’d been party to a ... more
            • “No. I mean, sort of…. But it’s not just the test,” Raine tried to explain. It wasn’t the test, or Joe or Professor Xavier or anyone or anything else’s fault that she was thick. “It’s me… I can’t do... more
              • Whatever works, I guess? - Joe, Sun Oct 22 10:16
                That it wasn’t just the test sparking a near-breakdown was, Joe thought, a simple enough concept to grasp – it rarely was, he thought, ever really just one thing, even if one thing was the thing that ... more
                • I just need some way to unwind... - Raine, Sun Oct 22 11:57
                  Raine watched Joe’s little note wing its way to the Professor. It was not met immediately with rage at their sheer presumption and the barring of the greenhouse door. Again, this was difficult to... more
                  • Professor Xavier was a concern, but not a large one, really. The Head of Teppenpaw was mild-mannered - the sort of person Joe tended to assume would not strongly oppose anything remotely reasonable... more
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