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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 4, 2007 12:38:23 GMT -5
[[Once again, because I am late posting this, it will be open until Sunday at noon]].
[[Also, due to late registration we're ignoring the first two weeks, so we begin at week three - Cuneiform!]]
Zea sat at her desk, dressed in her "field clothes". She had her wand out, and was flicking it idly at a feather on the windowsill, making it float.
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 4, 2007 13:32:28 GMT -5
Isabelle strolled into class, sucking on a sugarquill. Her friends Sera Jotte and Mary Prawet were with her, as usual. "I'm sure she'll be a great witch, once she gets over her insecurities..."
"I don't know, I think she's a lost cause."
"Oh don't say that! She's so adorable! We should spend more time with her. First years are so cute! Oh Hi, Professor!" Mary waved at Zea as they passed her desk, smiling.
"How are you, Professor Winters?" said Sera.
"Hey." Isabelle threw the professor absentmindedly, her mind still on the topic at hand."You guys aren't gonna make this your personnal project are you? Look I love the kid but I got enough of her to deal with at home... Oh hey guys!"
Isabelle waved at the group of boys hanging together at the back of the class. A few waved back but then turned back to each other, not seeming to take much notice of the girls.
The trio sat next to each other in the middle of the classroom and kept jabbering to each other in low voices, stopping to giggle in concert once in a while.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 4, 2007 13:52:38 GMT -5
Zea watched as the students all piled into the desks. She tapped her wand on the desk, and spoke:
"All right, if we could keep the noise level to a dull roar, we'll get started here."
"Today, we're supposed to be talking about Cuneiform. Now, because lectures are boring, we're going to do this a more fun way."
She raised her wand, and a pile of stone tablets appears on her desk.
"Each of these tablets has a message written on it in Cuneiform. I want you to take your parchment and your charcoal, and do rubbings of it. Then, you're going to copy the Cuneiform as best you can, and try to decipher the message! Just like we'd do out in the field."
"Any questions?"
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 4, 2007 18:57:31 GMT -5
Isabelle didn't have any question, this was simple enough. However as she started rummaging through her bag to get her parchment and charcoal, she leaned toward her friends.
"Ugh. I wish we would use something else than charcoal, bloody thing gets under my nails everytime..."
Sera rolled her eyes.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 4, 2007 19:13:42 GMT -5
Zea, walking by the desk handing out tablets, overheard the comment.
"I believe I have just the thing for you, Miss Wesker," she said, as she walked back to her desk. Rummaging around in the drawers, she pulled out a box of latex gloves.
"A bit Muggle of me, yes. Usually I only use these to keep dirty fingerprints off of priceless items, but you may take a pair."
She handed Isabelle a pair of gloves.
"Though I do hope you do not intend to make a career out of Archaeology, because really, you spend most of your day digging in the dirt. And most things can't be protected by latex gloves."
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 4, 2007 19:44:41 GMT -5
Isabelle considered the gloves for a moment. One the one hand, they would protect her hands. On the other hand, she's look like a loser if she was the only one using them.
And she took offense at the teacher's comment.
Ah! I was only kidding, you know. Of course I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty... These have seen worse!, she exclaimed with a fake laugh, raising her perfectly painted nails.
She took her tablet and got to work, supressing an annoyed sigh when she chipped off some of her nail polish.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 5, 2007 9:02:23 GMT -5
Zea rolled her eyes and headed back to her desk. She perched on the edge of it, rather gargoyle-like, and watched the action.
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 5, 2007 20:32:27 GMT -5
Isabelle finished doing the rubbing of the tablet. She put the charcoal away and took a clean piece of parchment and a quill out of her bag to copy the runes.
As she did she took notice of her dirty fingers.
She looked over at the professor, and after seeing her attention was elsewhere, she grabbed her wand and slipped it under her desk, pointing at her dirty hand.
"Scourgify."
She looked at her clean hand and smiled, satisfied, completely oblivious to the big smudge of charcoal on her nose.
Sera glanced over at her, and giggled.
Isabelle threw her piece of charcoal at her. The piece flew over Mary, who was sitting between them, her nose close to her rubbing. As she jumped in surprise she breathed in some charcoal dust, and sneezed.
There was charcoal all over the three girls.
They stood there, stupefied, for a couple of seconds, then they started laughing uncontrollably.
The boys at the back of the class stared incredulously.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 6, 2007 23:13:56 GMT -5
Zea peered over at the trio of girls, now covered in charcoal dust.
"Well, that's that, I suppose..."
She pointed her wand at them.
"Scourgify," she muttered. "Okay, time to start translating, I think..."
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 8, 2007 10:39:14 GMT -5
Through fits of giggles, Isabelle set back to work copying down the script, and then consulting her textbook to decypher it.
"Line Line Triangle, Triangle line line line, Triangle pointing that way, wait is that a line or a triangle?..."
The girls finally got quiet as they had to concentrate a lot to do the translating, and though Isabelle looked up from her script once in a while out of boredom, there wasn't much of anything interesting to distract her around so she had to go back to work.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 13, 2007 23:18:05 GMT -5
Zea walked around the room, peeking over students' shoulders and making corrections here and there.
"Pay a bit more attention to the shape, Miss Prawet. There you go, exactly. Now it'll translate properly, see?"
She stopped behind Isabelle.
"Okay, good. Be careful on the similar ones - look, this one is connected to the second triangle, it's not the same as the other one. But you're getting the hang of it. Just pay a little more attention to the individual characters and you'll be fine."
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Post by Isabelle Wesker on Dec 14, 2007 10:31:38 GMT -5
"Oh, uh... I knew that, of course... ", muttered Isabelle as she corrected her mistakes. She looked a bit as if her pride was hurt and actually worked harder at it.
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