Walking into the Great Hall Chiara held herself straight, allowing herself to look around a space she had been assured was grand. Internally she scoffed. There were ruins of abbeys back home more grand than this castle. The British. She sniffed. There was none of the grandeur of home here. The walls were stone, the floors were stone. The only “grand” thing about the room came from a mere enchantment - and that was the ceiling that looked exactly as it had been outside. Anyone could add an enchantment to a room. But the real skill was in enchanted paints, the masters of the renaissance that had painted walls and ceilings all over her home land. The castle here, at least the small bit of it she had seen, was fine. But, like everything on this God forsaken island, it was grey. A blur of monochromatic color that Chiara loathed. Still, she was here to impress so impress she would.
What a chore. Chiara thought as she stood between the other chittering first years, nervous each and every one of them. She was much more mature, after all she could have been sorted last year in Incantima and had a year of schooling by this point - if her mother hadn’t convinced her father of this foolhardy plot. So she showed herself as the dignified young lady she was, holding still, watching her surroundings impassively until at last her name was called.
Primly Chiara stepped through the crowd of children to the front and took the steps up to the stool where the ridiculous and ugly (ugh - did she actually have to wear that thing?) hat sat waiting for her. Keeping her face unreadable Chiara picked up the hat and set it on her head as she sat down elegantly and waited. For what she didn’t know.
What a chore. Chiara thought as she stood between the other chittering first years, nervous each and every one of them. She was much more mature, after all she could have been sorted last year in Incantima and had a year of schooling by this point - if her mother hadn’t convinced her father of this foolhardy plot. So she showed herself as the dignified young lady she was, holding still, watching her surroundings impassively until at last her name was called.
Primly Chiara stepped through the crowd of children to the front and took the steps up to the stool where the ridiculous and ugly (ugh - did she actually have to wear that thing?) hat sat waiting for her. Keeping her face unreadable Chiara picked up the hat and set it on her head as she sat down elegantly and waited. For what she didn’t know.
They have a whole week of unlimited resources and freedom.
One week. That was all she had to prove herself to her father, prove that she was every bit as useful as her older brothers. That one day she ought to be the one in charge of the family, of their business, not anyone else. And this was the week she would do it. It wasn't a long time, Chiara knew that, but any time could be used to obtain what one wanted. She had the freedom and the resources to do as she wished. And this was it. This was her chance. She wouldn't squander it. She would study everything the boys learned, she'd show her father how she could cunningly outwit the Capobiancos, how her reason and poise would elevate them with the Italian nobility. She would be respected, she would bring in a future that her father could only dream of. This was the week where she would show the whole world that Chiara di Visconti was the Visctoni to fear, to admire, to bow down to.
One week. That was all she had to prove herself to her father, prove that she was every bit as useful as her older brothers. That one day she ought to be the one in charge of the family, of their business, not anyone else. And this was the week she would do it. It wasn't a long time, Chiara knew that, but any time could be used to obtain what one wanted. She had the freedom and the resources to do as she wished. And this was it. This was her chance. She wouldn't squander it. She would study everything the boys learned, she'd show her father how she could cunningly outwit the Capobiancos, how her reason and poise would elevate them with the Italian nobility. She would be respected, she would bring in a future that her father could only dream of. This was the week where she would show the whole world that Chiara di Visconti was the Visctoni to fear, to admire, to bow down to.
What do they think their animagus form would be?
Training and studying to be an animagus was a long hard journey. It was a good thing that hard work wasn't something Chiara shied away from. Instead she embraced it. To become an animal at will was to add a skill of immense importance. It was therefore only logical that her own form was that of an owl. A beautiful graceful owl, resembling the creatures at home but easily blending into other locales. She could easily hear things and would not fall easy prey to other creatures. Besides, in their world, who ever considered an owl anything other than an owl? It was the perfect disguise and one that would spell everyone else's downfall.
Training and studying to be an animagus was a long hard journey. It was a good thing that hard work wasn't something Chiara shied away from. Instead she embraced it. To become an animal at will was to add a skill of immense importance. It was therefore only logical that her own form was that of an owl. A beautiful graceful owl, resembling the creatures at home but easily blending into other locales. She could easily hear things and would not fall easy prey to other creatures. Besides, in their world, who ever considered an owl anything other than an owl? It was the perfect disguise and one that would spell everyone else's downfall.
A classmate answers a professor's question correctly but the professor mistakenly thinks your character was the one that spoke and awards you their house points.
Chiara glanced over at her classmate, the girl's face easily showed her annoyance at the professor's mistake. But she didn't say anything. Chiara felt a smirk forming on the edges of her lips. Foolish girl. If she couldn't find the courage to correct their professor than Chiara wasn't going to. After all if he remembered Chiara's own name, well that itself was reward enough. She had respect, she had the courage to claim the points, and she certainly wasn't going help out someone who couldn't even brave opening their mouth. Chiara haughtily turned back to face the professor and class continued on as if nothing had happened.
Chiara glanced over at her classmate, the girl's face easily showed her annoyance at the professor's mistake. But she didn't say anything. Chiara felt a smirk forming on the edges of her lips. Foolish girl. If she couldn't find the courage to correct their professor than Chiara wasn't going to. After all if he remembered Chiara's own name, well that itself was reward enough. She had respect, she had the courage to claim the points, and she certainly wasn't going help out someone who couldn't even brave opening their mouth. Chiara haughtily turned back to face the professor and class continued on as if nothing had happened.
Someone they want to be friends with suggests doing something they're uncomfortable with.
As much as Chiara did want to pursue a friendship with this girl, such a suggestion was stupid. There was no way she would ever respect this girl again and thus no way they could ever be friends. "You're welcome to." Chiara told her with a superior shrug, "But I wouldn't be so foolish." She let the distain show on her face as she spun around. Enemies were even easier to control than allies, after all.
As much as Chiara did want to pursue a friendship with this girl, such a suggestion was stupid. There was no way she would ever respect this girl again and thus no way they could ever be friends. "You're welcome to." Chiara told her with a superior shrug, "But I wouldn't be so foolish." She let the distain show on her face as she spun around. Enemies were even easier to control than allies, after all.