romamaro
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Elpida Smith entered her Advanced Gifts I classroom, glancing around passively at her classmates as they tested their gifts. The classroom was alive with flurries of wind, sparks of fire, and the occasional drip from the ceiling. Elpida dodged these small displays as she made her way to her seat off towards the side of the classroom.
As a sorcerer grew, their gifts would start to fade, until only one remained. You were expected to know which one of the gifts was yours by the time eleventh grade came around. Even if they were only in tenth grade, lots of her classmates were already certain on what their gifts were. Elpida was one of those people, and because of that she didn't see much point in the generic 'Advanced Gifts' class, when most people could probably hold their own in a Gift Specialisation class by now.
She didn't have much time to unpack her things or find her friends before the professor entered. Professor Moore was a tall, wiry black woman, with coarse brown hair, threaded with greys, always scraped back into a too-tight bun. She smiled professionally at the class as she entered, fingers clenched tightly around the binder she held in her arms. "Good morning class," she said, standing in front of the blackboard.
"Now, I'm sure you all know that it's coming to the end of the year. If you haven't already, over the summer you will be expected to make a decision on which of your gifts is the strongest. When you come back after the summer holidays, you will have to take part in the Declaring Ceremony, where you display to the school a show of your gift."
"We'll start the lesson with a few signs which might indicate to you which of your gifts is the strongest." The professor sat her binder down on her desk, and with a flick of her wand started the chalk writing on the board.
Half an hour passed, and the physical part of the lesson began. This was the best bit, as far as Elpida was concerned. "Now," Professor Moore began, "you'll all want to test which of these gifts is the strongest. If one of your gifts has already faded, just leave it out, and definitely do not try to force it." She fixed the class with a serious look on her last instruction, but soon broke the grim mood. "Just work with the person sitting beside you. Keep your displays small; we don't want the building burnt down!"
Elpida sighed in relief, glad to be finally able to do the actual magic that she loved. She pulled her wand out of her hoodie pocket, spinning it between her fingers as she turned to the boy beside her.
Elpida didn't know much about Arthur. He was taller than her by at least a foot, with vibrant red hair. She hadn't heard him speak much, but she'd heard someone mention that he wasn't from America or Canada. She flashed him a smile, white teeth sparkling. "Hey! Arthur, right? I'm Elpida." The single desks were somewhat far apart, so Elpida stood and shuffled her chair over to sit with him. "How're you doin'?" she asked politely, the smile not faltering.
As a sorcerer grew, their gifts would start to fade, until only one remained. You were expected to know which one of the gifts was yours by the time eleventh grade came around. Even if they were only in tenth grade, lots of her classmates were already certain on what their gifts were. Elpida was one of those people, and because of that she didn't see much point in the generic 'Advanced Gifts' class, when most people could probably hold their own in a Gift Specialisation class by now.
She didn't have much time to unpack her things or find her friends before the professor entered. Professor Moore was a tall, wiry black woman, with coarse brown hair, threaded with greys, always scraped back into a too-tight bun. She smiled professionally at the class as she entered, fingers clenched tightly around the binder she held in her arms. "Good morning class," she said, standing in front of the blackboard.
"Now, I'm sure you all know that it's coming to the end of the year. If you haven't already, over the summer you will be expected to make a decision on which of your gifts is the strongest. When you come back after the summer holidays, you will have to take part in the Declaring Ceremony, where you display to the school a show of your gift."
"We'll start the lesson with a few signs which might indicate to you which of your gifts is the strongest." The professor sat her binder down on her desk, and with a flick of her wand started the chalk writing on the board.
Half an hour passed, and the physical part of the lesson began. This was the best bit, as far as Elpida was concerned. "Now," Professor Moore began, "you'll all want to test which of these gifts is the strongest. If one of your gifts has already faded, just leave it out, and definitely do not try to force it." She fixed the class with a serious look on her last instruction, but soon broke the grim mood. "Just work with the person sitting beside you. Keep your displays small; we don't want the building burnt down!"
Elpida sighed in relief, glad to be finally able to do the actual magic that she loved. She pulled her wand out of her hoodie pocket, spinning it between her fingers as she turned to the boy beside her.
Elpida didn't know much about Arthur. He was taller than her by at least a foot, with vibrant red hair. She hadn't heard him speak much, but she'd heard someone mention that he wasn't from America or Canada. She flashed him a smile, white teeth sparkling. "Hey! Arthur, right? I'm Elpida." The single desks were somewhat far apart, so Elpida stood and shuffled her chair over to sit with him. "How're you doin'?" she asked politely, the smile not faltering.