Interactions: @Savannah Rose @Illowy Magnard @Sylvie Maple
Mentions: @Boniface Murtagh MacTavish @Tatiana Crane
As Professor MacTavish entered the classroom, Calanthe noted the adjusted demeanor of the trio. Savannah, who had radiated burning ambition in the preceding minutes, now seemed like a perfect angel, her sickly-sweet voice greeting the professor. It was understandable that the girls had not informed Professor MacTavish of their true intentions with the club. Unsure of their cover story, Calanthe fell in line with everyone else, settling in a nearby seat as casually as possible. She would not be the one to rouse the professor's suspicions.
Her eyes remained still for a moment, watching the Professor’s entrance, before darting around the room to find Savannah. Spotting the witch’s blonde head, Calanthe refocused until she realized she was meeting Savannah’s gaze head on. Unable to hold her stare, Calanthe swiveled her head about the room as if she had been observing her surroundings and not gaping at the tall girl. Grabbing at her palms, she was not surprised to find them collecting sweat. Working too intently to clean them on her jeans, she almost jumped out of her own skin as she felt a body nestle into the seat next to her. She tried to take a look at this new person before snapping her head in the opposite direction. Shit.
Unable to turn towards Savannah, Calanthe instead focused on Professor MacTavish’s questions. Despite not being able to eek out a word to Savannah, she felt somber at the prospect of Savannah leaving the seat to talk to the professor. Thankfully, a lace-clad girl with beautiful, blue eyes kept the professor busy by answering his questions.
Concluding that not acknowledging Savannah would be even more weird, she turned back, offering a smile that was stiffer than she intended. Thankfully, Savannah was occupied with turning her chair around. With a gentle tone that undercut her formal sitting position, Savannah requested questions or opinions. Bearing neither, Calanthe remained silent as two other girls – both fair-skinned and freckled – responded to the ringleader’s inquiry. As a result of her forced anti-social nature, she did not know either of them.
Listening to their informed perspectives, Calanthe kept trying to sculpt a coherent thought in her mind. Feeling her old personality crawling out of its deep confines, she decided that she did not want to stay mute during this conversation. Savannah had chosen this empty seat above the others and Calanthe had to make some impression, at least. This was no time to be wallowing in self-pity like she had been for the past month. Waiting for the other two to finish their perspective, she slid closer to the three girls.
“I think – Oh! I’m Calanthe, by the way. Calanthe…,” her eyes grazed over Savannah’s face, making her stumble on her words, “ah…C-Choi.” Clearing her throat, she continued, trying not to look at the witch sitting next to her, “I don’t have much experience in the wizarding world. This is all very new to me. Everything you said up there,” she cast her eyes towards the front of the room instead of Savannah, “it’s the first time I’ve heard any of it. But I think I agree with what you said. About the dark magic bit…”. She stopped her dialogue and took her lips between her teeth. She was sure that this very passionate witch would not want to hear that Calanthe was interested in dark magic for the sole purpose of pissing off her parents. Choosing to drop the topic, she continued, “I mean, the bit about throwing muggle-born magical kids to the dogs. I’m in a situation like that…well, not just like that…but yeah. I see where you’re coming from and I agree with you. I think dark magic is important for us in this day and age.”
Pulling the last sentence out of her behind, she glanced at the girls. “I’ve never had an encounter where I used my magic in front of close-minded muggles, but as an avid user of technology, that kind of thing – capturing magic on camera, I mean – is a real issue. And muggles…yeah, most of them aren’t open-minded.”
Letting out a heavy breath after her words, Calanthe was relieved to have spoken more than a three-word sentence that wasn’t filled with utter hate. Gathering her hands that motioned in the air as she spoke, she looked down at them once more. Though not before peeking at Savannah in the corner of her eye.
"Things are only impossible until they're not."
STA:5 | EVA:5 | STR: 2 | WIS:5 | ARC:9 | ACC:9