Cassandra (_foreseen) wrote in novusmundus, @ 2010-04-18 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra vablatsky, gellert grindelwald |
Who: Cassandra and Gellert
What: Making it so the Seer can't See
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Cassandra's rooms
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete
Cassandra was due to meet with Gellert in a matter of minutes. It was fairly typical for them take a half an hour, an hour, each week to discuss anything that was noteworthy that Cassandra had seen. She had sent him a detailed list yesterday of course, but it often helped to be able to say things in person, to try and explain how things could be altered; because, she had learned, that there were very few situations indeed that couldn't be altered. When she had been younger, it had been frustrating. The futures she had seen had seemed so permanent. She had never known how to avoid the bad things that were coming. Now, she practically made an art of it.
She stood calmly in front of the window in her room, aware of the fact that the two members of her detail were waiting outside the door, ready to escort her the short distance between her room and Gellert's. At first, it had been almost laughable that she couldn't be expected to walk up a flight of stairs and let herself into the Chancellor's rooms. Perhaps it still was. But now it was just protocol. It was something that she had grown accustomed to - just as Albus had promised so many years ago.
She looked outside, enjoying the fact that it finally seemed as if spring was here to stay. It was still a bit cold today, but it was, at least, quite sunny outside. There seemed to be a bit of a breeze working its way through the city, sending the trees bowing underneath the pressure. Her fingers nimbly worked at braiding her hair back. Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made the wrong choice in growing it back out - after all, Albus had cut off his rather lovely red hair. That, she thought, was something of a shame, but it was certainly easier to take care of when it was shorter. By now, though, her fingers moved in an automatic sort of way.
Her thoughts wandered rather languidly, making a mental list of the things that she needed to mention to Gellert. Her brain snagged when she was about halfway through list, recalling that there was something that she wanted to double check on. Shutting her eyes even as her fingers continued to move, she let her second sight slip in over her regular, submerging her mind into a world that was half reality and half dream.
Before she could sink herself into the section of the future that she wanted to see, however, her mind felt as if had come up against a wall. This was a sensation she had certainly never experienced before, and she had little time to wonder exactly what was happening. Instead, she was almost instantly seared through with pain. White flashed in front of her vision, sending her head snapping back in a rather violent motion. She let out some low gasp of sound, unaware of doing so; her fingers had frozen, one of her hands half reached up toward her head. Her eyes were still shut, eyelids fluttering just slightly.
Blood began to slide down from her nose, covering her mouth and staining the dress that she was wearing. It was all the warning she had before her knees buckled underneath her and she collapsed into a heap upon the ground, passing out almost upon impact.