Can I Just Disappear?

Ciar held her head high as she entered the Transfiguration classroom, her red robes wrapped tightly around her thin frame. Ever since she had taken over Headship of the Whelan family she had been working and training long hours. Her face had grown slightly thinner as had her body, but her body was covered by a few layers of clothes and a thick robe. The dark shadows under her eyes and the prominent cheek bones were concealed by a well placed glamour.

Taking her seat in her guardians classroom the teen pulled out a large, leather bound book from her bag and a bottle of ink while drawing her quill from her hair. Sighing she flipped open the book to the appropriate page and continued the long, arduous job of getting the family affairs back into order.

Frodo walked into the Transfigurative Arts class, hoping the lesson would be worthwhile this time. It wasn't a favourite subject of his, but he just wanted to try something new.

"Hello," he greeted the Hrabrost present with a smile and sat down near the front.

Alexa walked into her classroom in scilence. She looked around to see only 2 students. She sighed and slowly limped to her desk. She sat down carefully and flicked her hand at the bored. She moved her leg under the desk with a small quiet hiss.

Ciar grunted in response as one of her fellow classmates walked in. Judging by the voice it sounded to be Moria, the Hitrost Prefect. For a while the only sound was the scratching of her quill and the rustle of her parchment as she flipped pages in the book to confirm things. Her ears twitched slightly as someone else entered and she heard the unevenness of their walk.

Glancing up without moving her head she saw that it was indeed the professor, but something was off today. Raising her head at the barely noticeable hiss the Irish teen knew something was not right. Transitioning to Gaelic, which Moria was less likely to understand Ciar inquired, "Are you alright, Master? You seem to be in pain." Not that she was ever going to admit it but the teen had grown slightly fond of the woman in the amount of time the had been together. She set down her quill on the page and gazed at the professor.

Alexa closed her eyes at the pain from her leg. Hopefully she wouldn't bleed anywhere. She opened her eyes and looked to see Ciar speaking to her in Gaelic. The girl looked tired and deathly pale. She also looked thinner. Alexa needed to have a talk with her. Alexa should concern on her face.

"There's no need to call me Master, Ciar. Just call me Professor. Just Egnore me Ciar. It seems I need to talk to you after class If you could stay behind?" She asked the girl back in Gaelic.

"I'll wait for one more minute to see if anyone else will turn up." She said to her students.

The Irish teen's eyes blinked and then her eyebrow arched questioningly. It wasn't her place to push it when she was told to drop it. Zephan would not be happy that something was wrong with his Momma though. "As you wish," she murmured in Gaelic.

Lifting her quill again she went back to her work. It was all a jumbled mess from when her father had done everything and now it was up to Ciar to reorganize everything so it actually made sense. She swore up and down that the man could never have been a true Whelan.

Alexa waited to see if any one else would turn up. She sighed in pain as a spasm went up her leg.Her face held no emotion. She hid the pain behind her mask. Ciar didn't need to worry. She clicked her fingers and a coffee made its way on her desk.

"Well lets start shall we. So can anyone tell me anything abou Vanisment and vanishing spells?" Alexa asked the 2 fifth year students.

Frodo raised his hand before replying, "It's the art of vanishing objects and is the opposite of conjuration. The difficulty level increases along with the complexity of the organism to be vanished. And the incantation is 'Evanesco'".

Alexa raised a eyebrow at the student. She smiled from her desk.

"A very nice answer indeed Mr Moria. 10 points to Hitrost. So is there anything else to add to that anser then?" She asked him and Miss Whelan. She waited and took a sip of her black coffee which she put down on the desk.

Yefrem knew he was late. He bit his lip as he entered the classroom. "Sorry I'm late," he murmured, sinking down into a seat at the back.

"I think Moria covered everything important about Vanishing," Ciar stated not looking up. She knew if she looked up again she was going to show concern and that was not something she did. Emotions just led one to an early doom. Using the nib of her quill and not realizing what she was doing the teen scratched her cheekbone, leaving a jagged back and forth line of black ink.