Day Dreaming [p r i v a t e t o b r e n n y]

Dan entered the classroom, climbing the ladder up into the attic, clouded with the smell of burning incense, too many at once, along with the smokey smell of a fire which burned at the far side of the classroom. He pulled himself up the last two rungs of the latter and stepped into the attic. He coughed a bit from the smothering fumes, but managed his way. He skirted past the poofy chairs that sat next to the professor's and took a stool quite a way in the back of the class.

Dan hated this class. He had no idea why he continually took it, probably because he had no other interests and could not think of any other class that would be more entertaining to him. Still, he definitely should have stopped taking this one. His head drooped to the table in front of him covered in a lacy pink cloth. A divination textbook sat in front of him, however he let it collect dust. He wouldn't touch that think with a five foot pole. His thoughts wandered around everything except the lesson, from what came first the chicken or the egg all the way to Adelaine. Recalling her to his thoughts, he lifted his head enough to watch her. She looked perfect, even though all she was doing was looking out the window.

He was woken from a distant daydream by the sound of a raspy voice beside his ear. He jumped a bit, startled. He cocked an eyebrow and turned to face the professor. Her bulging eyes watched him expectantly, and when Dan glanced at the other students, he realized he had been asked a question.

"Oh, what?" Dan quarried.

"What did you see, my dear?" the professor urged. Her breath smelled of too much tea. "What did you see? It was obvious, you were in the beyond!"

Dan had to refrain from snorting with derision. The beyond, what a load of hippogriff feces. His eyes almost rolled, but shot straight forward. "I-uh-" he scraped his brain for a smidgen of inspiration as to what he could pretend he had seen, but only death came to mind. Seeing as that is what he always put in his homework, he shot for it here. "I saw... death in a family.... uh- the singer Celestina Warbeck," he shrugged. That's all he had. As if the teacher wasn't quite satisfied she gave a half-hearted nod and returned to the front of the class room and began to teach again with the raspy voice of hers.