𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎, sirius black

learning magic

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May 1702, Transylvania - 89 yrs. old
(from her real birth, a month before her birthday)

LEARNING MAGIC
oiv. | ' her advantage '
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NEARING TWO YEARS OF academic year in Scholomance, Celeste had never once felt really comfortable. She never felt at home in the academy, truth to be told, it never felt like home even for the others.

She battled the noise every night, of how it made her stomach churn in fear but made her head spin for it's attractive smell. Slowly, she grew wary of it, there's this thought of her head that is fighting each other.

Will she act her age and be naive to go out of her room past curfew just to identify the smell, or, do what she's been doing and keep still inside her room to avoid doing anything stupid. And her eyes were now wide open, she started at the ceiling not even blinking a little, playing with her fingers she finally realized what she needed to do.

Go to the library on her free time and read for creatures that may match the description.

Tomorrow is a Monday and it means it is the start of her week, and for the first day of her week, Care for Magical Creatures is her favorite since they are able to go out of the manor. They will also start petting and properly taking care of the creatures, and not only to watch them and do theoretical essays with the constant questions; (i) Give the physical description of the creature, (ii) Step by step procedure of how to take care of them, (iii) State their dangers and possible ways to stop them, (iv) Their importance.

She knew that the first two years would have most essays rather than practical, but she understood. Celeste wasn't really that much for breaking rules, or someone would call: adventure. Her actions are planned and calculated to avoid unnecessary results that could ruin her academic life... as if she had studied for a long time.

The subjects she hates most is Ladywork, it is a course to teach them how to be more "ladylike". She would always comment, "What does it even mean? Does my vagina not mean anything?" she would freely sigh and roll her eyes during classes only to receive a hateful gaze from their teacher, Professor Magorian.

Well, in the subject their professor voiced out that question of her by telling that, "Our sexuality and what we hide under these fabrics, doesn't define our femininity, in fact it defines nothing at all. What makes us woman is how we act like men but appear that we are inferior to them... a girl uses her lips, but a lady-a woman uses her words, confidence, her advantage: being born herself."

Philosophy behind it? A lady who is seen charming but collected and composed are feared, rather than a lady who shouts to look superior. One should not aspire to look superior, rather feel it to be able to act like it. Because being born a lady has it's pros and cons, you just have to learn how to play.