THE QUILL IS MIGHTIER THAN THE WAND [ISOLDE]

[atsu apollo gaunt]

Atsu sat among the quiet body of students. Every head, or well, most every head, angled downward in concentration. It was one of those special pop-quiz occasions. Though really, most of the students in here should be used to this professor's ways, and the fact they're all seventh years was no small coincidence either. The Slytherin actually favored the way this professor worked. It was a perfect way to separate the responsible from the irresponsible. Being unprepared, especially in one's last year of Hogwarts, was something that could kill your score. Didn't matter for Atsu though, he was always well ready for any sort of situation, as far as the dark arts was concerned.

This surprise test of knowledge was evidently longer than necessary. From the lack of paper-turning and quill-on-ink action going on around, this quiz would take up the whole period. Perfect. Waiting on immbecels was just what Atsu liked on a perfect Friday after-noon. As much as he loved this class (the only one he preferred really), the people he had to work with who were just attempting to learn skills they just weren't naturally good at was irritating. If it were up to Atsu, he'd ban all non-purebloods from the course! Filthy, unworthy mudbloods and half-bloods littering the class was like watching worms among the crows.

Leaning against his upturned wrist, Atsu watched the large skeleton hanging over the room. He was mostly through with the test, but he had so much time left, he didn't even bother doing any more until he knew at least one other person would get through the same time he did. Turning in his paper right away would result in a half-hour of just sitting in a worthless desk. At least he had something he could do if he did get that over-whelming bored feeling, which was coming on about....now.

Glancing back down at the paper and then back up at the bleached bones over-head, Atsu's gaze suddenly got a bright glint. He took out a tattered piece of paper, calmly (so without teacher's notice) writing a short line of cursive. Note passing was always a way to pass the time, and like he gave a goblin's arse if they were test-taking! The note read:

how can you not be finished yet? - a.g

He folded it quickly and, with one quick glance in the direction of the sitting professor, murmered a few inaudible words to the parchment. It automatically and swiftly moved off in the direction of a young lady sitting a few seats ahead. It took the shape of a miniature dragon as it landed gingerly near her. Atsu then turned his gaze downward once more, situating himself into looking as if he were scribbling nonchalantly, but he did look up to see if the girl he'd passed it to would bother responding back to it.

(lol i hope this is what you had in mind when we said note passing? ^^')

[Isolde lisette Flint]

Finally, her last and final class to attend to. Defense Against The Dark Arts. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the class, in fact, she really did enjoy every moment of it. The fact was, she happened to be tired and a slight bit sick to her stomach. All the studying and late nights had really gotten to her. If only her parents hadn't been so stern on her grades maybe they would allow her to fly by with at least a B. But no. Since her parents hadn't really done to well in their school years, they left it up to Isolde to carry out a name for the Flint's. Her father hadn't had quite the nice reputation with all the getting held back and such, and her mother with her disgustingly awful attitude. It was somewhat disgusting. But, over the years she had seen a change in her mother. Slightly. It wasn't big enough to really notice, just enough to see.

Dropping her quill to the table, she watched as the professor continued with his small speech about the test, along with keeping your eye's on your own parchment. It was something she had heard plenty of times before. Wiping him out of her focus, Isolde put the quill to the paper and began with the test. Of course, like usual it was long, boring and pointless. Every question had seemed to be somewhat of the same. Answers varied, but she found herself speeding through it quicker than she had thought. At least the test was much easier now than it had been the last few times. In an owl her mother had sent her all she heard was Pansy's loud obnoxious voice lecturing on what she had done wrong and needs to improve on. It was beginning to grow old for Isolde. She was getting sick and tired of her mother telling her what to do.

Finally finishing with the test, Isolde sat the paper to her side and leaned back slightly. Just enough to ease the tension of stress. A small folded paper in the shape of a dragon landed on her desk, merely making her jump form her seat. Clasping her hand over her chest, Isolde grabbed the paper and opened it. A small chuckle slipping through her lips as she realized who it was from. Atsu Gaunt, a fellow Slytherin she had conversed with on and off in the common room. Tilting her head slightly, she grabbed her quil and began to jot down a small little note for him as well.

"I am finished. Just waiting for this git to come and pick up my test. Bored, are we? -Issy"

Folding it into a small bird, Isolde sent the parchment behind her. Her eyes focused on the boy who was no scribling on a piece of paper, or something. Could he not see that she wasn't that dimwitted? It was obvious he had sent it, but a good thing the Professor hadn't found out.



-ooc. I hope that was okay? I feel like I did a poopy job-

[atsu apollo gaunt]

(you're fine! =D)

Atsu looked over the top of the feather quill in time to see the note come floating back. Ah good, he wasn't being brushed off today. He took one look at the professor, lucky for him he was very busy with some sort of colored block cube. Whatever it was, at least it was keeping him busy without having to notice what his precious pupils were doing during this lame exam.

As he read the reply, the seventh year had to raise a brow. Well ok, she wasn't as dumb as she looked. He merely shifted his gaze downward again, not quite sure what to say at first.

good for you. and obviously, yes. this class could be a whole lot more productive if it had less daft occupants, wouldn't you agree? -a.g

He sent it back over without looking up, this time finishing up his own last questions with slow, bored quill strokes.

[Isolde lisette Flint]

It had been a really long day. Her only hope was being allowed to leave early since she had finished early. Isolde didn't seem to care if she had passed or not, all she wanted to do was free herself from the dark, cold classroom. Although, she did have the company of Atsu Gaunt now. He had been a very creative young man in her eyes. And she enjoyed his company at times. And, oddly enough, his looks. But, she wasn't going to go all out of a whim and push herself into his arms like some whore half the girls are accusing her of being. She was much better than that, and more than happy with herself. Surprisingly, she had something very few in that school had. Her purity. No matter how she had dressed, or how she had presented herself, only Isolde knew for a fact how she was. But, the best thing to do was let them talk.

Another note came flying towards her, landing in the direct same spot as before. Isolde slowly shook her head as she read the note. Apparently he had been bored. Bored enough to constantly write her notes and risk getting the two into trouble. Grasping her quill, Isolde gently placed it under her chin. Hopefully he wasn't just looking to get into her knickers like everyone else. She was beginning to grow sick and tired of trying to explain to them that she hadn't been ready for anything like that. But who were they to believe her? Not many did, thanks to her lovely enemy Brooke. -Oh well.- Pressing her quill to the paper, Isolde begun with a very simple beginning;

"-Ahh, yes. I couldn't agree enough. I think it is time that they all need to study more than they already do. It's pathetic. And they expect to send them out into the world. It's a fail. -Issy."

Hopefully he didn't decide to start in on her and Albus hanging around with one another after classes. She knew how he had felt about the Potter's and Weasley's. Or so, that was what she had thought. Not sure enough. But what should she care. Folding it slightly, she sent it on its way just skimming past the Professor's head. Clasping her chest, she fell back in her chair letting out a soft sigh. That had been mighty close.