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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 6:04 pm
Inside the round classroom in the base of the North tower, the students were awaited by what seemed to be a man with light blond hair and deep blue eyes. However, it was not a man, but a centaur; his bottom half being the one of a horse, with a gold coat and white tail. He was not at all beast-like, in a balance between gracious and yet robust.
"Welcome", said Firenze. He seemed a bit more distracted than he was on the previous lesson. Yet, he went on to speak about what they would be required to do on that class. Although his voice was still as stern as before, at times it seemed a bit faraway and preoccupied.
"Today we will work with a few items from the shelves and, as I have said before, I expect them to be cleaned, if needed, and put back in place before you leave the classroom."
He paused, looking through the window and wrinkling his forehead. Something was bothering him, but he proceeded with the lesson.
"In the previous class, I have mentioned that students would be given different tasks according to their year, but due to the diminute number of those who seem to attend this class, I have opted to teach you all the same. This also allows you to help each other, if needed. As before, though, I won't be forgiving on any misbehaviour that doesn't fall under accidental."
Firenze approached one of the classroom's windows. "The skies are changing..." he muttered to himself, but loud enough for the other students to hear. However, outside, they could see that it was clear, without a cloud in sight... so he couldn't be referring to the weather.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 6:14 pm
2nd Lesson Today, you will be taught the basics of tasseography. Derivative of tassa, the Arabic word for cup, this method of divination is based on the interpretation of patterns found on tea leaves. This practice originated in several places: Asia, the Middle East and Ancient Greece, each with their own independent purpose. Later on, England also produced a number of practitioners on the subject. In Greece, being forward thinking people, they were interested in seeing the future. In Asia and the Middle East, they focused more on the past; some because they were a religious folk and others because they wished to contact ancestors, either for wise advice or just to feel like they were in touch with their roots. Finally, England wanted more insight on the present, coveting info on armies and battles, although it is said that many also wanted to know about their loved ones and possible betrayal. Truth is, in this lesson the possibility of what you can peer into is up to yourself and your skill at this so-called art. Tea leaf reading is a subjective, personal process. It bases itself on abstract pattern recognitions that are tiled in our subconscious, thus, we are most likely to recognize symbols having a bearing on or connection with ourselves or any matter at hand in our life. Now, enough theory and on to the actual practice.In the back of the room you will see that, above the hearth, a copper kettle is already boiling water with which you will fill your teacups. Those can be retrieved from the shelves to your right. One per student. On my desk you will find three goblets with tea leaves. I am allowing you to choose between the following: Red tea – containing leaves of the African Rooibos plantWhite tea – containg leaves of Bai Mu Dan, white peonies, originary from ChinaBlack tea – containing bergamot oil, and the one you might be most familiarized with, knowing it as Earl GreyWhich one you choose and why you choose it is entirely up to you. How to perform the reading:After you added the tea leaves to your teacup, you will attempt to quiet your mind and relax. Pattern recognition and symbol recollection will require focus and concentration, so refrain from distracting conversation for it will detract from your experience. Empty your mind of all thoughts. As you do this, if a certain thought that keeps returning to you, that is the subject of your reading. If not, then this will be a general tea leaf reading. Afterwards, pour the tea into the goblets placed on the centre of each table. Do it slowly, so that you don’t pour the leaves as well. Hold your nearly empty teacup in your hand and give it a few good shakes; three is the number your textbook suggests. The tea leaves will disperse around the interior of cup. Now look carefully at the pattern of tea leaves and see what shapes are suggested by them; it is very likely that you might see more than one. Combined shapes have different meanings. Afterwards, decode those meanings using the dictionary of symbols that can be found on the second chapter of your textbook. More than that, the important part is that you are able to find a meaning for them, to see how it connects to yourself. ((Note: You don’t have to follow this link's glossary religiously, I just wanted to give you a source from which you could take something, but you are free to make up your own meanings and say you are reading them from the book.))Homework
After you complete the task assigned for this lesson, I would like you to write a paragraph on how faulty or accurate you perceive tasseography to be. Try to bind your opinion to a proper justification. Being that this is subjected to your opinion, as long as you present a plausible explanation for it, your homework will be considered correct. Please post this in Divination Homework thread located in the Professor Offices subforum. All homework submissions must be accompanied by the student's name, year and house. Homework is not mandatory, but house points will be awarded to those who do it correctly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 6:16 pm
2nd Lesson - Attendance Sheet
(Once you RP in here, your name will be part of this list.)
Naida Strauss - 1st year Perry Lorace - 5th year Kiandra Strauss - 1st year Gabredian Aris - 1st year Eric Grayson - 6th year Lorako Riviere - 1st year
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 2:34 pm
Naida loved tea and was happy to get to work with it. She took careful notes as her professor spoke and then went and selected her teacup. It was an off-white porcelain with gold around the rim and a abstract tribal design in red around the base and on the saucer. She then went and selected red tea, her favorite, and waited as it brewed to a deep blood red. She cradled the cup in her hands and let the steam rise into her face as she tried to clear her mind. She thought about her family and then they were gone, her new school and especially her room here, and then it was gone, and then Kiandra and how much she loved her sister but soon that too left her mind. However... Kiandra brought with her thoughts of Albus Potter and Naida had trouble getting that boy out of her head. She didn't really see what he sister saw in the shy, awkward boy, but the he was little interesting just because of who his parents were. Naida knew her own parents were nobodies, but Alubs' parents were amazing people. Even though Naida wasn't born yet, she knew her father really appriecated the changes that Harry Potter and others brought to the ministry. But why, oh why, was she thinking about Harry Potter and the ministry at a time like this? She knitted her eyebrows in concentration and tried to banish them from her mind like everything else, but it wouldn't go, at all...
Finally, she gave up. She would just have to do this without a completely clear mind. She opened her eyes and took a sip from the cup "for good luck." The warm liquid made her feel confident and happy. She wished she could drink the whole cup but the lesson said to poor it out, so that's what she did, ever so carefully into the silver goblet on her table. She didn't want to loose a single leaf, so this took quite a bit of time. Then she held the cup in her hands like before only now the warmth seemed to be gone. She steeled herself and shook the cup once. Then turned it in her hands like she had seen the woman at the Japanese tea ceremony do - it felt like the right thing to do. Then then shook it again. And turned it again. And shook one final time.
Naida then set the cup down on the saucer and peered into it. At first she saw nothing. And then.. maybe... what was that? All the leaves had formed into some sort of shape. She turned the cup in the saucer so that the little china handle was in front of her right hand and concentrated hard. It was ... a bird. Those were wings and a beak for sure. She looked up in her textbook about birds and realized it wasn't really just a bird afterall. It was a very strange, almost scary bird. What was it. The image was becoming clearer but was it was seemed veiled in some sort of fog in her mind.
She raised her hand to see if she could possibly get help with this one.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:05 pm
Firenze spotted the girl in one of the tables raising her hand, and left his desk, to approach her. As he did so, however, he expected her to point out something that would, under his eyes, be completely irrelevant.
The truth was that he didn't have much faith in these divination methods; tasseography was subjected to many interpretations, especially when sometimes the symbols and shapes weren't very clear. Still, as it was mandatory to teach them, he would just have to bear with them.
"Speak your mind", he said, facing the girl.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:13 pm
Naida was a little intimidated. "I'm really sorry sir, but I can't tell what this is. It looks like a really weird bird kind of bird... I tried to figure it out but it seems to be wrapped in a fog." She felt like such an idiot and was turning scarlet.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:24 pm
Ignorning how the girl began to blush, Firenze leaned down and stared at the bottom of the cup.
At first, he saw nothing; the tea leaves didn't seem to form anything but abstract shapes. Then, as he squinted his eyes and rotated the girl's teacup, he began to see the animal she mentioned. A bird... was it a swallow? No, no, it was quite a large one. With it's wings stretched out and a a large beak, the shape became more and more defined, until he finally murmured:
"This is no common..." Firenze stopped himself, before finishing the sentence.
"It's a vulture", he said, pointing at the girl's textbook, in a way of telling her to see what it meant. He already had a faint idea, but wanted to make sure.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:26 pm
"That's kinda creepy" She mumbled to herself as she turned multiple pages to get to the 'V' section. She read it once to herself, and then asked "are you sure?" She herself was veryvery unsure. "It says here that 'This bird is a forewarning of evil and unrest in various quarters of the globe; it also means a powerful enemy, sometimes death; if it flies, tragedy, sorrow, and tears are predicted.'" She almost shuddered. She didn't like this.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:37 pm
Firenze ran his palm across his face. He got the same uneasy feeling as when he was looking at the sky.
"It's very uncommon. It can even be a misprediction, or a completely different shape... this is... this is all very subjective." He was trying to put the girl at ease, as she was also clearly disturbed at what she had just recited to him. Still, there was one more thing he had to ask; something that would allow him to decide on whether or not he should talk to the headmaster about this.
In a lower voice, he asked her: "What were you thinking of, while doing the reading?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 3:54 pm
"Honestly I was thinking about ..." She couldn't remember any more. Wait there was Albus, and his dad... and "The ministry..." That was it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 4:11 pm
The centaur wrinkled his forehead. "That's a very uncommon thought...", he mused. Still, there was no point in worrying his young student.
As Firenze shook his head, he advised her to dismiss it. "Make no notice of it. Readings are often also affected by the reader's state of mind at the time, so if you were recently through any strong emotional moments... it might affect what you see or how you see it."
Before the young girl could point out that he had seen it too, he repeated:
"Ignore it. And... well, you've done what was required, feel free to leave the class and start working on your homework, if you would like. Or aid some other classmate."
Having her repeat a reading of her own would most likely result in a similar result, and he did not need nor want to witness it.
He moved back to his desk, his expression completely void. However, the centaur's mind was brewing as he connected what he had seen to the bad premonition that had filled him whenever he looked at the stars, as of late. Perhaps the headmaster should know about this after all.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 4:38 pm
Perry quickly got to work on Professor Firenze's new lesson. His mother, as crazy as she could be, had once taught him to read tea leaves. She had always thought that it would 'Be a great skill later in life'. He chose the White Tea, as white was his favorite color....or lack of color anyway.
The white tea went quickly into the goblets, once he attained it. He shook the container three times and then peered into it.
"I don't see anythi--wait! I see something!"He indeed did, a sign that, as far as he could tell, were some sort of caraven, or it could be a wheelbarrow for all I know, and a shoe...
"Okay then,"he said. "A Caravan means 'This signifies an independent nature, desiring to live a roaming life free of restrictions; should a horse be harnessed to the caravan your ambitions will be fulfilled.'...but a wheelbarrow says 'This sign foretells a visit to the country or a pleasant renewal of friendship with those who live in it.'...And a shoe says 'These indicate speedy new arrangements which are likely to turn out extremely well.' "
Perry stared blankly at the cup. He was, apparently, independent or going to the country, and some speedy new arrangements would turn out well.
All in all, not a very bad reading...but very confusing...
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:03 pm
"Ah... okay." She wanted to know what was going on... this wasn't good, was it? She looked around for another student to help in hopes of sticking around and talking to the professor later.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:12 pm
Kiandra walked into class and took a seat next to her sister. As she listened to the professor, she jotted down the instructions for this lesson. When it came time for them to practice tea readings, she felt at a total loss. This was by far her worst subject, and the mere fact that she knew it was, made her feel very discouraged. "Well, I guess I should get my tea prepared..." she commented quietly to herself, and then she stood up.
Ki made her way to the back of the room, where she got her cup. She added the boiling water. After successfully not dumping it all over herself, she returned to her desk where she then set down the cup. Still standing, Kiandra walked over to the professors desk and chose to go with the white tea. As she went back to her desk, she simply looked at her cup of water, and then at the tea leaves.
After a moment of though, she added the leaves and gazed at them as they twirled around in the water. "Okay...now what" she hadn't even begun the reading and she was already stumped.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:14 pm
Naida watched her sister, and slid in beside her. "You need to carefully dump the water out. You read the leaves without the water..." She suggested since Kiandra asked.
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