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Apr 15 2018, 11:13 AM
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Okeana would be lying if she said she wasn't looking for a distraction right now.

History of Magic was by far her worst subject, and that was for damn good reason. She didn't know why the hell it mattered that there had been an economic depression in the 14th century, or how the fuck anyone was supposed to write a 5 page essay on the subject when most of the world didn't even have books back then, but apparently it was a doable assignment and at the very least she had to somewhat coherent gibberish on it if she wanted to pass the damn class.

She looked up from her spot in the library with a heavy sigh, dipping her spotted quill into an inkwell and looking around for someone - anyone - to help her, or maybe to pay off to write her essay for her. Her grade was almost certain to end up the same whether she got caught cheating or not, so she supposed she really had nothing to lose either way.
Apr 14 2018, 08:04 PM
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Okeana wasn't exactly thrilled to be even contemplating getting off the ground again.

It wasn't that she hated flying, exactly. She liked the wind, she liked feeling like a bird. Being high up, in the air, no one could bother you, which is why she often found herself on rooftops or leaning out of towers, feeling the wind in her hair and imagining she could fly away from the earth and her problems. Ever since she was young, she'd imagined what it was like to be a bird and go wherever the hell you wanted to.

No, it wasn't a fear of heights or a fear of rocketing through the air. It wasn't a fear at all, really. It was more that she didn't trust that bloody stick, or any of the sticks attached to it for that matter. She'd once snapped a broom in half, one she'd been using as a bully deterrent, as it turned out that humans were much like cats in that both ran away when you swung a broom at them. At least, they had, until she'd accidentally rammed it into a bedframe and snapped it in half. That hadn't been a good day.

And if that broom had snapped, what was to keep any other broom from snapping, especially when it had 90 pounds of pressure on it? Sure, she'd been assured that they were magically enchanted, that the only thing that could snap these brooms were giants and dragons, but she wasn't entirely convinced. Trusting in a very, very faulty object wasn't her style, but she had managed it for a year's worth of classes, enough to take her exam and swear she'd never leave the ground again.

That hadn't really happened, either. Because here she was, following Mason to the Quidditch Grounds. Unlike her, Mason seemed to practically live on a broom - she supposed he wanted to show her the joys of flying, but she already knew them. Truthfully, she wanted to fly again, but she'd never do so on a broom. Still, Mason seemed to think she'd find it better if he was there, and she wasn't exactly going to tell him that he was wrong when they hadn't even gotten off the ground.
Apr 14 2018, 07:31 PM
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To say Okeana enjoyed her time at Hogwarts would be somewhere between a lie and a truth, a medium that depended on the time of day and the company she was keeping. If she was with her house, the answer was generally no. If she was anywhere else... well, then it was a toss-up.

Right now the answer was definitely no. Study time, especially at Hogwarts, was not a fun time. She'd barely managed to get out of the incredibly idiotic 'group study session' that the entirety of Hufflepuff seemed perfectly on board with forcing everyone to go to, including her. Which meant she had to avoid the common room, which she did most of the time anyways, and the library. Outside wasn't ideal, seeing as it was sunny and that meant others would be outside, but she didn't really have a choice, not if she didn't want to be found by a ghost or a teacher or certain roaming Hufflepuffs.

She'd managed to find a relatively sequestered area of the school; the quidditch bleachers. Normally, during games, they were thronged with students and teachers and guests that had come to see the games, but because the team hadn't even been assembled yet they were empty. Having found a few spare boxes for who knows what purpose, she'd made a makeshift table and a couple of chairs, as though she expected her basically vampiric siblings to join her. It was perfectly lighted, the sun streaming gently through the fabric, leaving her with enough light to write her essay on how the fourteenth century witch burnings should be renamed to fourteenth century muggle burnings, an essay she would personally rather light on fire as well than write.
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