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Alli is deeply unimpressed with her House. She has the strong feeling she was put in Slytherin mostly to make up for the fact that no one would actually want to be there. Her mother has made flutteringly upset noises about her Sorting via owl, but Alli knows her mom; nothing is going to happen. She's in Slytherin, and there she stays.
Well. She doesn't have to take her House seriously. She determines quickly that her year mates are- not ideal, but at least mostly tolerable; older students are to be avoided. Carefully. She stays out of their way, and they ignore her. She approves of this setup all around.
Her first day does not get off to a good start. Binns is still teaching History of Magic (and how long has he been doing that? Alli's pretty sure her grandparents were in his class) and she cannot for the life of her summon the energy to care. He's not teaching her anything witches don't learn around the age they learn to talk, not yet. She slumps on her desk and ignores him. He ignores her right back. Small blessings, she supposes.
She arrives in Charms class not terribly optimistic. Ravenclaws are smart, they want to be good at everything. Sharing a class with them is not hardly going to make her look good. Oh well. Maybe there will be Ravenclaws who are more bearable than her housemates, that would at least improve her day.
She tromps over to a desk and slouches down to wait for class to start. Her books are in something of a careless pile, but they are at least all present (unlike a couple of the other Slytherins). The others do not quite avoid her, but there's a good number of empty desks near her. She hasn't bothered to join any of the budding cliques, and they don't really know what to do with her.
witch_please
chanuphis
A pair of Ravenclaw girls who seem to have already made fast friends sit at the table next to Alli, under the apparent direction of the one with all the teeny braids in her hair.
planetarium
"Uh, Miranda, we could - sit up front," says the one whose apparent hairstyling of choice involves a potion of some sort.
chanuphis
"Professor Flitwick is little, I don't want to have to crane my neck to see him when he compensates by standing on his desk."
witch_please
Alli snerks. It's a better reason then she had for picking a desk, at least. "You'll get called on more there, too," she points out lazily, "but that might not bother you."
chanuphis
Miranda shrugs. "I don't know anything about how Professor Flitwick decides who to call on."
chanuphis
"Not everybody's here yet, Karen, if we sit up front we might wind up next to a Slytherin just as easily and it's not like she's literally venomous."
witch_please
Alli smiles, unbothered. She has the same opinion of Slytherins, she will not hold it against them. "Not yet," she says, deadpan. "Us Slytherins sprout our fangs in second year."
witch_please
"Alli." Alli proffers her hand. "Nice t'meet you. I like your braids." She has no immediate ideas how to calm Karen except... not being evil... but she's not worried. It's not like worrying about it will do anything. She will just continue to- not be evil. And hope that works.
witch_please
"Nice! I might try it, I'm allowed now finally, it's great," Alli says, looking satisfied. "But maybe not on my hair first. I used to explode all sorts of things by accident, I would like to not continue that trend on my head." She nods towards their Ravenclaw outfits. "Bet you don't have that problem, yeah?"
chanuphis
"Not everything works for Ravenclaws on the first try. I did get plectere to work yesterday on three uniform ties, but I've seen Renée do it about a thousand times, so."
witch_please
"Gold star!" Alli tells her, not (completely) sarcastically. "Careful though. Now I might ask you questions. Why to Never be Good at Anything, Alli edition."
chanuphis
"I don't mind being asked questions, but I might not answer them if I'm busy."
witch_please
"Sensible of you," Alli agrees. "Ravenclaw-like, even."
Professor Flitwick arrives, huffing slightly from exertion, and climbs up on his table to begin class. Before he begins, he eyes Alli's desk. "Feet off your desks, please! That means you, Miss Kowalski!" he squeaks indignantly.
Alli shrugs and tips her chair back forward, raising her eyebrow at him to say, All better? He humphs and continues.
"Today we will be practicing the Levitation Charm! The incantation is Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa. Now, do watch please, the wand motion is like so-"
Alli watches halfheartedly. The interested half thinks Charms is cool and wants to float things; the other half is having a hard time taking anyone standing on a pile of books seriously.
Professor Flitwick arrives, huffing slightly from exertion, and climbs up on his table to begin class. Before he begins, he eyes Alli's desk. "Feet off your desks, please! That means you, Miss Kowalski!" he squeaks indignantly.
Alli shrugs and tips her chair back forward, raising her eyebrow at him to say, All better? He humphs and continues.
"Today we will be practicing the Levitation Charm! The incantation is Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa. Now, do watch please, the wand motion is like so-"
Alli watches halfheartedly. The interested half thinks Charms is cool and wants to float things; the other half is having a hard time taking anyone standing on a pile of books seriously.
chanuphis
Ravenclaws watch the wand motion, and begin working on levitating their feathers. This is complicated enough to put a damper on further conversation.
witch_please
Alli practices diligently, and for the most part does not get very far. And then, just when she's starting to get tired of trying and getting just a little wobble, she looks over to the Ravenclaw's table to see how they're doing while she's levitating, and in her distraction she manages to perfectly levitate-
-her textbook.
"Hey! Come back!" Alli says indignantly, grabbing for it. She succeeds in wrestling it back to her desk, but a couple of her fingers wind up rather squashed in the process.
"The feather, please, Miss Kowalski!" Flitwick squeaks.
Alli slumps on her desk, thumping her head on the offending textbook. "At least I levitated the bleeding thing," she mutters.
-her textbook.
"Hey! Come back!" Alli says indignantly, grabbing for it. She succeeds in wrestling it back to her desk, but a couple of her fingers wind up rather squashed in the process.
"The feather, please, Miss Kowalski!" Flitwick squeaks.
Alli slumps on her desk, thumping her head on the offending textbook. "At least I levitated the bleeding thing," she mutters.
chanuphis
"It gets what you flick at, not what you swish at," Miranda says helpfully.
witch_please
"Thanks," Alli sighs, and tries again. A slightly more pronounced wobble, at least. "How're you doing?"
chanuphis
"I'm doing okay with this wand. I'm going to try my other one once I have it every time."
chanuphis
"Ollivander wouldn't give me a second one so I got the other secondhand."
She whisks her feather into the air and coaxes it up-up-up.
She whisks her feather into the air and coaxes it up-up-up.