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Seeley Pichardo

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Seeley Pichardo

VH39, September

Post One, 275 Words 

 

The summer had came and went and with the return to school came the return, for Seeley, to her Legilimency studies.  Not too long after the first week of classes was well under way an owl dropped a letter onto the breakfast table, almost right into the hufflepuff's cup of orange juice, that contained a note from her instructor, Daisy, announcing that she would be arriving for a refresher by the end of the week.  

 

Daisy hadn't at all been the type of instructor for this type of thing that Seeley had expected.  Instead of someone who appeared focused and serious, Daisy was just so happy all the time.  Almost careless in Seeley's opinion, but then again she already knew what she was doing.  

 

At any rate, the sixteen year old suddenly hadn't felt hungry anymore and pushed her plate to the side.  By the end of her work the year prior she hadn't managed to make much progress in getting anywhere into Daisy's thoughts.  Of course she hadn't really expected that she would gain anything concrete but she at least thought she would have felt something.  She could only imagine that with the summer having drifted her focus entirely in other directions (namely Desmond related ones) nothing good was going to come of this first meeting with the ministry worker.  

 

Still, the note encouraged Seeley to start practicing again in preparation (it also had a warning that she should have already been doing so).  Stuffing the note into her bag and taking one last sip of her juice she recognized that the Great Hall was as good a place as any to get started.  

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Post Two | 244 Words

 

Over the summer, her opportunities for practicing were more then limited.  She'd basically been regulated to doing more reading and practicing meditation to help her concentration and focus.  She'd tried though, by making up stories as she people watched at the marina about where people were going based on what they were carrying or how they were dressed but she knew that wasn't the same.  

 

But now that she was back at school she could really dive in again and she was almost seventeen.  When she hit that birthday all bets were off entirely.  Of course, until then she still had trouble deciding who to practice on.  The idea of trying it out on her friends made her feel sick and she knew they wouldn't want it.  Desmond would have a fit, not to mention he was always honest with her anyway so what would she even learn?  She didn't at all feel comfortable asking anyone else to break that kind of line.  

 

Eventually she had written to Daisy on the matter and in tru Daisy fashion, with her cheery tone and bubbly attitude, the woman had insisted she seek out strangers to work on.  'Just don't tell them.'  

 

She made it sound so easy.  Theoretically, with all the new students that had just arrived it should have been, but Seeley had a conscious, and as she sat at the table tapping her black polished fingernail against a glass, it was eating her alive.     

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Post Three | 270 Words 

 

It wasn't that she didn't want to be successful.  On the contrary, Seeley wanted to blow the whole ordeal right out of the water.  She wasn't used to failing at anything; failure ate her alive.  But, she couldn't stop remembering what it felt like herself and so finding the conviction to go through with it any time she sat down and actually tried to put her focus into this thing was difficult.  

 

At least that's what she told herself because so far she had yet to be successful once.  Wand in hand, she stealthily aimed her wand towards a first year that was sitting with their back to her at the next table over.  The spell was on the tip of her tongue, but the memories of her own horror were in the forefront of her mind.  She was no better a person if she pried into their mind without their permission.  Maybe she wasn't torturing them along with it but she wasn't exactly offering them a choice either.  

 

The poor child had simply reached for a muffin and now the sixth year wanted to know what secrets they were contemplating over their orange juice.  It wasn't right.  With a heavy sigh the blonde lowered her wand and resumed her scan of the hall.  She'd need to find someone older, less defenseless if she were really going to do this. 

 

Twenty minutes and an expertly cast disillusionment charm later, Seeley was rising from the table and crossing the hall towards the wall to slink behind one of the long curtains.  Perhaps a new vantage point would help change her perspective.   

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Post Four | 237 Words

 

It did change her perspective alright, but it did little to actually change her luck.   The third year that she chose to focus on wasn't giving her much to go on.   She had cast the spell and taken careful aim with her wand, that wasn't the problem.  She knew she had that part right and she was so close, so very close to the slytherin but she was getting nothing.  

 

Nothing except an up close and personal view of the back of their head.   Perfect.  

 

The curtain she was behind started to flutter suddenly on it's own and Seeley reached up to hold it still.  She tried again, her mind was clear but so was her attempt at reading that of the nameless student in front of her.   The curtain rippled again and a book slid across the floor and rammed into her feet.   "What the..." came out in a hushed whisper as she glanced down.   

 

On the other side of her a few seats down at the table a stack of papers suddenly burst into the air in a flourish and then, not more then ten seconds later a dinner roll landed in the bowl of soup sitting in front of the slytherin she'd been trying to read the mind of and Seeley cursed under her breath as he got to his feet and began to shake the splatter off of his robes.   

 

Daisy was here.   

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Post Five | 322 Words 

 

She didn't have to look for the woman, it was only a matter of time before Ms. Sugar and Spice and so many things nice would make her presence known.  Seeley just had to wait for it.   In the meantime, she slid out from behind the curtain and pointed her wand at her skull, removing the disillusionment charm was becoming easier the more she practiced.  Stepping forwards, Seeley slid down into a seat at the slytherin table just as if she belonged there and picked out a new student to focus on.  

 

Or at least try to, she imagined that she wasn't going to make much progress now if she was going to have to be on the defensive as well.   

 

And it didn't take long before she could feel the fuzzy sort of prying creeping in her brain.  It wasn't at all like she remembered it being from the first time now.  It had been at first but after working with Daisy so often she barely even noticed it anymore.  The sixth year had picked up that whole part of this quick, it was the other part that she struggled with.   

 

Before, the invasion had been painful, just like she remembered from that first time.  Whether it was supposed to be or if she just made it so becuse of her own fear and aggression towards the whole process she could never be sure but regardless she had erected impenetrable walls at a rapid fire pace.   

 

Wall building was always something Seeley had been good at.   She could feel Daisy pushing her way in and at first she let her, even providing some useless tidbit of a thought about a stuffed yellow elephant that she'd seen discarded in the Hufflepuff common room.  Then, when she want to, she fairly easily pushed right back and sent Daisy tumbling back out of her thoughts and into the din of the busy Great Hall.       

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Post Six | 237 Words 

 

The next time she gave her an even less pertinent image, it wasn't even the hufflepuff common room.  Seeley revealed the view she had had of the back of the boys head when the soup had flung up from the dinner roll splatter.  Again the moment was just as short lived before she forced Daisy back out again all the while failing to realize that while she was so busy keeping Daisy out she wasn't paying the slightest bit of a attention to the fact that she was also supposed to be attempting to crack someone else's subconscious.  

 

Suddenly, there was a person sliding down onto the bench seat across from her and that person was Daisy herself, a bright smile spread across the woman's face.   

 

Seeley was startled at first and then a rather unsatisfied look spread across her face.  "So I guess I'm not doing so great, huh?" She asked.  

 

"Oh no." Daisy began with a shake of her head.  "As far as the occlumency you're doing just brilliant, letting me in and out like that was fantastic!" She taped the table twice with her hand and Seeley knew that the other shoe was about to drop.   "But, as for the other part you bloody stink." 

 

It came out so cheerful despite the fact that she was, actually telling her she was bad at something.  Failing.  Seeley had never been very good with that word.    

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