But from the corner of my ears, I could hear the male who clearly already had it out for me, snickering and whispering. I could just feel that it was about me. For a moment, I turned my gaze overt o him, only to see him leaned back, whispering to the male behind him, and yes, snickering in my direction. I inwardly huffed and continued to fill out the read the text before me.604Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5xs2unkhV
Honestly, we were young adults, I would have thought such childishness behavior was behind us. I guess it was true what people say, girls do mature two years faster than boys. How disappointing that I came to be with more of my kind of crowd, but instead was being patronized. Oh well, there were immature people it seemed no matter where you went. But I wasn't there to get influenced by the ill mannered, I was there to learn.
Returning my thoughts to what is important, I continued the packet, only to get a silent phrase whispered from the boy who was already being rather troublesome.
'She is so self righteous she doesn't even bother to pay attention while Juna is talking'. I sat up and turned, confronting the boy.
" Actually I am able to listen, and to complete even the most difficult of intellectual tasks. That is part of my witchery abilities." I wanted to continue that with an insult about his dimwitted observation. How could he be paying attention while using this time to whisper about me? But I stopped short of that, feeling much to refined to belittled myself in putting someone in their place. His eyes fixed on mine, his face stern and clinched. The smile had left his face and all that was left was the steaming aura of hatred. But why?
" Gail, don't you have the linguist ability?" I turned my head, to find a few eyes turned my way, and Juna continuing to casually lean against the desk with his arms crossed. He clearly had no interest, for or against, this little disagreement. How did he know me name? I assumed he had some kind of ability of intelligence, able to determine truth based off of observations. Very interesting.
A linguist is often a term used for those who are fluent in more than one language, but in this case it was the rare ability to fully understand a language after only hearing a passage or so said in the language. This ability was rare enough that I had never met anyone who could also do it. I only heard about people who had met someone who also had this ability. It was a possible trait for a witch.
Though I was not self righteous, or prideful, there was a bit of a superior spirit in me. It never caused me to hurt others, to lash out, or the need to prove myself. But it was certainly there. The feeling of being special. It was much like a feeling of having a small lump of gold in your pocket. Though you don't use it to gloat it makes you feel somehow silently proud and set apart. That was how I felt.
" Yes I do." I responded giving him my full attention as I sat up straighter in my chair as I spoke in a assertive, clear tone.
" How many languages can you speak?"
" Six."
" That is very interesting. Have you met anyone else who can do this?"
" Not personally. I know a few people who can pick up subtle human motions and base an outstanding logic from it. They can tell very interesting, even secret things about what the person is thinking by their movements. They are also good at understanding what people are saying while using another language." Witches were more or less few, and skills and traits were often spread apart. Though not many other's could do what I could, I often met a witch who had an ability I didn't have. To put it more simply, say there are 20 witches, each have about two to three traits or abilities, and there are about 12 separate traits and abilities. It ranged and often skills were related to each other.
Despite what people thought us to be, dark magic wielding, spirit talking, and curse placing, those were wide assumptions based off of a vastness of skills separated throughout each witch. Dark magic was practiced yes a few times, but would end in a horrible death, someone dying as a dark spirit consumed them. Dark spirits often promised powers and gave them for short amounts of times before torturing the host inside and out and killing them. It was a foolish thing to do and only really tried once every 100 years or so. Spirit talking? Not necessarily ghosts, but visions left from deceased that could be replayed in the eyes of some witches. They could completely re-visit thoughts and re ask questions they forgot the answers to from loved ones. Though they were not talking directly to the dead, they would talk to the living memory of them. Then spirit talking could also be used to talk to someone who was sleeping, in a coma, or near death. It is the ability to enter their subconscious and speak to them rather clearly. A very handy ability. Curses were possible, but not in the black magic way that most people would think of. Curses are often done when someone with the ability to spirit talk can also do something else, and that is place strange feelings or fears in someone. This can give someone nightmares, discomfort, confusion, and even depression. A few have placed curses based on an immature wish for revenge and then forget about it, leaving it to silent torment the person until they grew old and died. Truly a wrong thing to do. Though it was not an overwhelming feeling, the feeling of being misplaced or fearful could really keep anyone from reaching their true potential. Cursing was widely frowned upon. Those are a few examples of the diluting of realities based on missed placed assumptions.
Juna lightly nodded.
" Interesting. Do you mind giving us a demonstration?"
" Of course." There was a short silence.
" Ik όνομα är Gail." Then.
" Your name is Gail? Can't you use any less of a simple phrase?" the boy sounded, belittling my supernatural ability despite the fact that I used three different languages. It was strange having someone who seemed to be seething with hate for me, someone I had never even met before. There was no questions as to 'maybe you were kids and you bullied him' or 'maybe you splashed mud on him with your car once' or ' maybe you cut him in line'. No, I had never met him in my life. That I could be sure of. Yet, he seemed to have some kind of distaste for me, one I was sure of I would be reminded of several times.
But there was an insult to my pride, to the piece of gold in my pocket. I considered myself to be sophisticated and this was a direct cut to that. I turned my head, and gave the boy a light smile before saying rather casually.
" Din evolution var klart forkortet fra aben" He blinked, clearly unsure of what I had said.
" How is that? Better?" I questioned before turning my attention back forward
" Very intriguing. I assume that comes in handy for you?" I lightly smiled.
" It does when I want to insult someone without them realizing it." There was a soft chuckle from the class, aided by the instructor whom also found my comment funny.
" Indeed. Very useful." Moving on, he begun to ask someone else some questions about themselves, as I focused once again on the packet, hoping to finish it. I was left with the satisfaction of winning a little battle with the thing that made me most proud, my wits.
A few people wandered in time to time but they were ignored. Unlike highschool or even college there was no offense if someone did show up late. This was just an opportunity to learn about about themselves and the supernatural world, but being on time was not a requirement. And it was likely that they either couldn't find the room (even though the building was not too large) or left another class feeling it wasn't going to be beneficial to them. These community classes were very casual, with very few requirements.604Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOzUkPorKvj
The class continued and ended after about 45 minutes. Most of it was spend with Juna talking to a few of us, probably trying to get an idea of how we worked, some of our skills, why we agreed to join the school and why we chose this class. There was a few times he mentioned dreams and how they affected some of us supernatural beings, but most of the time was spent talking about us as individuals. After it the session, we were asked to leave the finished packets on the desks and told if we didn't feel like this class would be proper for us it would be okay to try another room next time.
Now I had another chance to choose a class, I left the room and continued down the hall, reading some of the next choices. There was the soft murmur of chatting now, everyone clearly feeling a little more comfortable after taking the fist session.
Hm, Brain studies, The understanding of Intuition, The study of Anatomies, Perspective and understandings. Stopping at 'Perspective and understandings' I looked back at the other possibilities I had passed, and thought at what would be interesting for me to take. I considered for a moment taking the 'Anatomies class' so that I could learn about the other supernatural beings, I vaguely even knew they existed much less about their anatomies, it could be interesting. However that stopped short when my new friend, and some of his buddies walked into the class. It was strange that he already knew each other. For the most part it seemed like no one really had any connections to anyone else. Maybe they were fiends before hand, or were closely related? Hm, well supernatural creatures did have siblings, but for most of them it was common for them to be set off and apart at a certain age. Witches had relatively normal families. Only girls would be witches, and usually only one daughter could be a witch in ever generation. So we had close families, but few witches among us. Or more accurately our powers were fully awoken in only one daughter, while other daughters might have only some small traits.
Whatever caused these three boys to want to go into the Anatomy class, they caused me to not want to take it.
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