Misfortune Without A Conscience #Wattys2017

Chapter 3-2

I soon rised up in horror. As I realised it was nothing but a dismal dream for which had send me drenched in sweat. It had seemed like a dream; yet was somehow so real indeed. For I could not fall asleep after, I had continued to attend the classes at Room 15. It was seemingly a solitary class of some sort, for which depicted that I was somehow different, or some sort. "I would be training your capability to defend yourself today." Professor Vaughn commanded intensely. "Traactum Septum!" he intensively yelled to initiate the battle. He had attempted to gain an advantage of some sort by casting the spell for which I had to defend with sheer agility. "Stuasis!" I casted in immense pace; causing the intricate and multi-coloured glowing shaft to lunge back into the air following the barrier that I had formed, for which dissipated rapidly. I then followed with "Redenus Tyranenis!"; which sent a gleaming ray of magenta-coloured sparks that instantaneously transmitted towards the professor. Yet somehow, he had managed to intercept it by abruptly moving his wand towards the stream of light.

"Enough for now, you've done pretty well." Professor Vaughn stated earnestly with a pleased expression on his face. Yet somehow the expression was almost forced, which tempted me to ask why, for he was not known to hide any sort of emotions. For which I had realised at least. Yet my temptation had beckoned no redraw thereby I had not chosen to do so, and retreated back to the main hall through the doorway.

My anxiousness had aroused due to that certainty. I could not understand why he would not seem pleasant following the recent practice, perhaps I wasn't strong enough?. I wasn't entirely sure. As I was engulfed in thoughts, a familiar female voice emitted; for which surprised me slightly. "Hello, may I sit here please?" as she pointed towards the seat beside my, implying that I had ought to move slightly. I had certainly recognised that voice, thereby I had turned to realise that the individual was the one that had met me in the medical hall, for which had asked me several questions which I perceived ignorant towards.

"I had failed to introduce myself that day." As she sat on the tattered yet comfortable chair for which I wasn't paying much attention to until now. "I am Prudence, a fellow classmate of yours." she had stated, which somehow made me ponder whether or not it was true. "Yes, I had not been attending some of them recently. I was taught by Professor Vaughn since the start." Prudence muttered which asserted my contemplation. She had a certain bright and exuberant personality, for which had projected a lively atmosphere through the conversation we acquired. There would often be individuals rushing through the smooth and scented hallway which emitted crackling noises, this would be ridiculously common when the professors were to be absent, for we were prohibited from running in the facility. The walls were somehow gauntly beautiful, for which I had to perceive so before, it was slick and ornately tiled, as if welcoming its upcoming guests; demonstrating superiority of any kind.

Through our conversation, I had managed to notice things that were formerly boring , the corrugated and uneven furnitures that were somehow tilted due to its age. I had somehow managed to comprehend the remarkable features of the mere building I had always been in; by this utter conversation. I had found it exceedingly peculiar, yet somehow delightful. That certain experience seemed as if I had opened my eyes and realised the beauty of the world itself; by mere social interventions of some sort it seems. Is that why people find interactions intriguing? That was my presumptions really.

The rich and subtle scent of the air, seemingly emitted from her really. Yet somehow I was unsure; that had certainly made me embarrassed, as I flushed by that certain thought. "What's wrong?" Prudence asked. With that I, Ryder, of all people had somehow felt flustered, by the conduct of that certain voice. It was gentle yet resonant; that voice had proclaimed that the individual had bothered, it was toneless but stern, it depicted that she was vexed that I was supposedly in distress of some sort. She thought I was in distraught by a certain predicament; clearly she was wrong.