Post by Geneviève Olivier on Jul 27, 2011 13:21:29 GMT -5
Name: Madame Geneviève Louise Olivier
Age and Birthday: Twenty-two; Born May 5th, 1989
Desired Position: Instructor of Divination
Experience: This would be the final year of my teaching apprenticeship here at Hogwarts. Fine tuning my powers with sight under the highly prophetic Madame Berenice LeBlanc at Beauxbatons, allowing me to open my mind into the beyond and properly determine prophecies and other “fortunes”. Although not registered with the Ministry for personal reasons, an accurate seer.
Attributes: Trained at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to be not only a talented witch but a respectable lady. I am patient and willing to help any see if they possess the intuition to foresee the future; from one’s inner eye to the next. Meticulous, I take the subject serious, although I am extremely aware of the mockery behind it.
Preview:
Age and Birthday: Twenty-two; Born May 5th, 1989
Desired Position: Instructor of Divination
Experience: This would be the final year of my teaching apprenticeship here at Hogwarts. Fine tuning my powers with sight under the highly prophetic Madame Berenice LeBlanc at Beauxbatons, allowing me to open my mind into the beyond and properly determine prophecies and other “fortunes”. Although not registered with the Ministry for personal reasons, an accurate seer.
Attributes: Trained at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to be not only a talented witch but a respectable lady. I am patient and willing to help any see if they possess the intuition to foresee the future; from one’s inner eye to the next. Meticulous, I take the subject serious, although I am extremely aware of the mockery behind it.
Preview:
Geneviève stood at the front of her class, watching the students file in to the tiers of round tables. “Bonjour, allons! Come een, come een!” She smiled warmly at the class, “Asseyez-vous, s'il vous plait.; seet.” The class settled into their seats, though it didn’t appear to be from her request but rather a shock at her speech. “I am Geneviève Louise Olivier, call me Madame Olivier, s’il vous plait,” she began stepping forward walking to the left side of her classroom, picking up a crystal ball in the corner. “Zis ees Divination. No, no, not zis creestal ball. What eet reveals.” Genie set the ball back down on its stand and began to walk across the room. “’e cannot study the future. No, no but ‘e can study zat which tells us eets predictions. Open your minds! Unleash your eenner eye!” She pointed behind her, to a picture of an acorn sketched roughly on a large piece of parchment hanging on the wall. “Do you see? What ees eet—no, what does eet mean? Dis-moi, tell me, s’are wit ze class.”[/font]
