Making sure the strap belonging to her backpack was slung a bit more securely around her shoulder, Nerissa climbed up the staircase that would eventually allow her entrance to the Divination classroom, an elective class that Nerissa had chosen despite the fact that she had no such ability to see the future. As far as she was concerned, no one could do such things, but it was an interesting thought, and the class always filled her with a strange sense of hope that ‘anything was possible’… like childish fairytales that Nerissa’s mother used to attempt to read to her when she was a child. If she recalled correctly, she had enjoyed those stories, but hadn’t spent much time pretending things could actually end ‘happily ever after’.
Nerissa’s brilliant red hair cascaded messily down her frail shoulders as her upper half appeared in the well-lit classroom through the trap door, fallowed by the rest of her body as she straightened, adjusting the strap around her shoulder once more. There were few in the classroom, but there were always few in the Divination classroom, so Nerissa assumed that about half of the class was already there. “Hello…” she muttered, not really caring who exactly her greeting was directed to, for she was to busy selecting a seat to really decide if she wanted to ‘chat’ with anyone who was already there. Chances were she didn’t; most of the students at Hogwarts had something negative to say about her, or felt the need to bombard her with questions about “what it was like to be kidnapped by Ne’Os”. Nerissa figured something had happened to their heads during their childhood years.
“I take it everyone had a good summer…?” Nerissa continued to mutter sarcastically under her breath to no one in particular with an amused expression in place, plopping loudly into the chair that she had claimed as ‘her seat’ for the rest of the year. She looked up towards the front of the classroom, reading the name that was written upon the board; a new teacher. Well, that was one way to kick off the new school year.