The day was already warm. Out by the lake, a certain purple haired witch was regretting her choice of clothing; muggle style jeans and vest top may have exceeded robes in terms of practicality, especially when dealing with troublesome beasts, but a light set of silk robes would have been far more cooling. Wiping beads of perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand, the deputy headmistress used her wand to levitate a cage that was covered with a black cloth and set it by a dozen or so similarly covered objects. She had to do this very smoothly and quietly – she didn’t want today’s subject matter waking up too early.
That done, she adjusted a pair of blacked out sunglasses on her nose and squinted in the direction of the school. By the gods it was hot. Even in the mountains of Spain the temperatures soared. What Sylph needed was a good breeze. Not really knowing why she hadn’t thought of this before, the Professor pointed her wand at the sky and muttered a single word; Zephyrus. Immediately a gentle draught of air stirred her shoulder length locks, and she turned her face toward the west, closing her eyes and momentarily removing her shades, relishing the sensation of her sweat evaporating. She didn’t have long though; the students would be arriving soon.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 20, 2009 18:39:12 GMT -5
Despite the blazing heat outside Phugsius was still dressed in his normal attire. Except, of course for the black and decorated dragon skin cloak. It showed proudly his adoration for the house of Slytherin, with sliver and green embroidery and his house coat of arms on the front as it draped over his shoulder. This heavy set armor born from a beast of flame somehow had no effect on the temperature in the boys body. Maybe this was because of his affiliation for heat and how much he enjoyed it, or maybe the Slytherin prefect was too proud to take it off.
As he approached the purple haired witch Phugsius let his trademark grin form on his face. "You like my new cloak? It took a hell of a lot of work to change the colors with it being semi-resistant to magic, but I finally got it" Phugsius was gloating and he knew it up and down. He couldn't help show off his new trophy though, claimed and cleansed of the undead nosferatu which attacked him just a few nights earlier.
He wondered if all the vampires had armor like this, maybe someday soon he would own a nice little collection of these. "Professor what are we learning about today? Is it going to be as fun as last class?" Ah, the fond memories of the last CoMC class
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 20, 2009 19:25:05 GMT -5
Today's going to be hot, Lorraine thought dreamily, wading her way absently through the grass. The best weather for naps and ice cream. The girl wandered forward a couple more paces before stopping abruptly by two other figures already by the glimmering lake, as thought by accident. Looking at the black cloths in a mildly bewildered fashion, Lorraine raised a wavering hand at Sylph, assuming she was the professor. "Good morning," she offered distractedly, her slight body swaying alarmingly with the docile breeze. "It's warm today."
Man , it was hot out. It was still early in the day, and already hot. Chika debated not getting out of bed this morning, but she had class so she got up. It seemed to hot to wear anything to heavy.
once Chika had pick out what to ware she headed for the lake. even though it was hot Chika knew that it was going to be a good day. Chika skipped down the path to the lake. She saw her professor and two there students there. One was a puff and the other was Phugsius. " Hi Phugs" Chika smiled as she said that. "Hello professor" She said Turning to the professor. " What are we going to do today professor"?
Post by Professor O'Conner on Aug 23, 2009 14:18:13 GMT -5
When Ashelle usually explained her situation to teachers via letter they usually asked her for an interview. Usually at this interview she'd present hard evidence of how much higher her grades were when she studied on her own. After that they usually were glad to let her study on her own, so long as they could give her review tests on a set schedule of their choosing. When she got neither request for an interview or even a reply from the Care of Magical Creature's Professor she couldn't help thinking, Here we go again, another Miss Naunet.
What really pained her and quite frankly didn't add up, what the fact that the Professor of that class was Sylph, her friend. Why would ol' Sylph want her to get bad grades? It just didn't makes sense. Still there was nothing that could be done. She just have to explain to Aunt Ashelle that she really was great with animals and that she'd done everything in her power to make her teachers understand that she did best independently. She could also offer to prove it, there were so many Animals on the O'Conner compound surely it would be an easy task to test her.
It was far too hot to go to class in her uniform and she knew Sylph didn't care as much as say, the Potions Mistress about proper attire. Ashelle showed up in khakis and a plum cami top, her hair pulled back in a long braid. She avoided saying hi to Sylph as Ashelle figured she was angry at her for something, or else she would have replied to her extremely important letter.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 24, 2009 16:47:54 GMT -5
Morgan was feeling stifled by the heat. The Spanish sun seemed to be gaining in strength for one final burst of Summer before Autumn swept through this corner of Europe. And this on top of the fact that she had been feeling a little ill recently. Nothing to get too concerned about, but her normally well-toned frame was looking the tiniest little bit wan today, and a few sleepless nights of make-up work had left large, bruise-colored marks beneath her amber eyes. What Morgan needed was a good nap. After CoMC, she supposed she'd head over to the Prefect's Bath, have a soak, then retreat to Ravenclaw tower for some much needed rest.
Having made her plan, she set out to follow through with it. She prepared for CoMC, remembering to bring along her dragon hide gloves (she'd need a new pair soon), and her earmuffs (sound proof in case of banshees or, for herbology, mandrakes), as well as her protective goggles. Then she tossed some quills, ink, parchment and her first aid kit into her bag after all that and set off for the lake. These were the basic, in her opinion, necessities needed for Professor O'Dell's class.
She arrived at the lake dressed in the fashion she always arrived for this class. Thick, chunky scuffed black boots; Torn, yet tough blue jeans; and a t-shirt she would not mind getting dirty. Her long hair was held neatly out of her face in a simple ponytail. She did not come to this class to make a fashion statement; she honestly enjoyed the work. She was happy when she arrived, although that happiness was short lived when she spotted Phugsius. Holy Crow! Did that smug, insufferable moron have to be everywhere she was?
If she wasn't dead certain that Professor O'Dell would disapprove (and dock points from Ravenclaw to demonstrate this disapproval), she would have decked him right there.
Still, she supposed he had to be here. It was a class, after all. He was earning a grade, same as her. Best to stay away from him. Still, she couldn't help scowling darkly at him as she passed by. She stopped by Ashelle. At least she had a friend in this class. "Hi, Ashelle. what a scorcher today is, eh?"
Post by Felix I. Genero on Aug 28, 2009 11:19:26 GMT -5
Hot.
The only word able to describe.
Not a person. That would be awkward. The weather.
Felix was wearing jeans and a maroon t-shirt with the muggle brand name eagle on the front as a silhouette. Felix felt bored, so he morphed the silhouette into that of a Hippogriff. Quite appropriate for class. Still, despite the light clothing, he still felt like he was melting. He tried a freeze charm on his sweat, but that ended badly. Reeeeeally badly. The fifteen-year-old decided to just bare it and hoped class would be interesting and take his mind off it. Of course it would be interesting, Sylph was teaching again.
Five people were already at class. Phugs, who was managing always to be first and still not pulling off being a teacher pet. The guy was awesome, not as brave reckless as Felix, but still. Felix would have to hang out with him later. For all he knew the guy was the son of two dark wizards and was a fugitive from the Ministry. Although… that probably wouldn’t stop them from being friends. Ashelle, the Head Girl was also there, a rare occurrence seeing how she normally was never at class. Two Hufflepuff girls, one Felix knew as Chika, the other was a girl he saw at Charms class, who he later figured out was Miss Cunningham. Last of all was Morgan. Did she ever fail to be at a class? Felix doubted it. Still, he was happy to see her well. He grinned as he picked up telepathically Morgan’s strong emotional dislike of Phugs. What did the guy do to deserve such unspoken scorn? He would have to ask either one of them later.
The final person in the class was standing in the front with about a dozen cages. Whatever was in there was asleep, that much Felix could tell, but the species he had never come across before, so for now it was a mystery. Sylph hair was just as electric and her attitude still matched it. Finally a class where he would learn something a book could never teach.
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Post by Professor O'Conner on Aug 29, 2009 10:52:52 GMT -5
"Yes, I wish the school uniform came with summer options." Ashelle realized that her reply had come out more grumpy than she'd meant it. Still it was going to be horrible to get a A instead of her usual O especially with N. E. W. T. 's coming up this year. Hadn't she a right to be grumpy?
"Sorry Morgan, I didn't mean to say it like that." Ashelle look over at her friend surprised to see her happy voice didn't match her looks. "Are you ok? You don't look so well." Ashelle was tempted to feel Morgans forehead but remembered in time that Morgan didn't allow anyone to fuss over her.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 30, 2009 13:14:21 GMT -5
"No, don't worry, this heat's enough to boil anyone's blood." Morgan hardly minded the grouchy manner with which Ashelle had greeted her. She only had eyes for Phugsius. Eyes which were sending him evil looks of utmost loathing.
Still, this fixation on Phugsius couldn't be good for her, could it? She forced herself to look at her friend, tearing her eyes off of the Slytherin prefect, long enough to smile at Ashelle. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm just worried about the school is all. Apparently, their so short on students, they're forced to make just about anyone prefect. But, Slytherins have never exactly been the cream of the crop, have they?"
What was wrong with her? Why did she morph into SuperBitch around him? Why was she so fixed on her hatred of him. Hatred for what was, after all, only a misunderstanding?
Because he was a liar?
Because he hurt Chika?
Because he was a pompous, unrepentant asshole?
Any one of those seemed reason enough for her. Take your pick.
Still, Ashelle didn't need to get caught up in any of this. "Sorry, Ash, I didn't mean to rant like that. I guess my blood has gotten to the boiling point too." Of course, given that it was Phugsius she was talking about, he would no doubt 'overhear' her comment and come over to intimidate and threaten her, as usual.
Having shrugged off any questions regarding the forthcoming lesson with a breezy and enigmatic wink, Sylph waited for her class to mass, allowing them a little extra time because of the extreme heat. It was hard enough to get going on any morning, let alone on a day this sultry. Still, five minutes after the bell she deemed that she had waited long enough and clapped her hands together in order to get everyone's attention.
"Alright, listen up class!" she called over the heads of her students. "Today we're looking at fwoopers. If you've not heard of them, don't worry, you'll get to see them soon enough." She glanced over at the covered cages where they sat on the grass, but made no move in their direction yet. Having experienced the beasts awake Sylph was in no hurry to remove their wrappings.
"Fwoopers are brightly coloured songbirds that originate from Africa," she began, adjusting her sunglasses slightly. "They're about a foot long, not including the tail, which is long and elaborate. Now, can anyone here tell me what uses the wizards might have for such birds?"
It wasn't a particularly hard question, but Sylph wasn't up for being particularly taxing today. It was just too damn hot. She should have done something gentle and water-based. The could have all gone swimming in the lake, looking for aquatic streelers or malaclaws.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 30, 2009 16:28:46 GMT -5
His eyes darted over to the Ravenclaw prefect after her comment about him. She spoke far too loud when talking behind someones back. Phugsius noticed Felix on his way down and decided now would be a good time to speak with Felix. "Oh Hello Felix!" He said in an almost flamboyant, snotty, manner which continued through his next set of words, "Don't you think it's funny who gets chosen to be prefect? As far as I know a prefect is chosen based on who can represent their house in the best manner. If there was EVER going to be a Slytherin prefect it was obviously going to be myself. However, it seems that the Ravenclaw prefect position was sorely mischosen. Samuel Nanten seems more like the type of student who'd better fit the Ravenclaw description don't you think?" His eyes had only left the annoying contemptuous, Morgan Pendragon for the short span of time in which he spoke to Felix.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Aug 30, 2009 18:29:11 GMT -5
Felix watched with amusement as Morgan ‘talked’ to Ashelle. When emotion backed someone’s conversation, to Felix, it was like someone cranked up the contrast on a movie. All the colorful emotional comments were bold and bight, making it quite more entertaining.
Phugs, the prideful guy he was, couldn’t let these sarcastic comments go without response, so he in turn made his own flamboyant comments of how Sam would make a better prefect then Morgan. Felix was laughing inside, but if Morgan saw even a touch of his response she would have skinned him alive. Turning his head so Morgan couldn’t see his facial expression, Felix shot a grin at Phugs and mouthed Just kidding!
“Perhaps that’s true, but at least the Syltherin Prefects reflect their rambunctious slimy character just fine--”
Felix personally thought this was hilarious, knowing perfectly well what conflict would have risen if it wasn’t for the beginning of class starting. Felix had basically had ran out in the middle of the line of fire and waved a big flag that said “HIT ME!!!” And he was getting a laugh from it. He winked at Phugs, making sure Morgan couldn’t see, hoping he would understand. Thankfully, class started.
As soon as Sylph mentioned Fwoopers, Felix smiled. An element of danger, fun and amusement all in one class. Felix’s only hope was that they didn’t decided to sing for the students. He check his wand, just in case, trying to remember if he knew a spell that prevented sound waves from moving in the air. Silencing Charm would do just fine. Realizing Sylph was teaching this class, Felix’s worry vanished.
The question was easy, Felix had personally experience the usage of three of them, and mused sometimes that the forth might have come upon some of his fellow students. Sylph didn’t mind him answering everything… right?
“Their colourful feathers can be used as quills, they lay extremely decorative eggs, great for gifts. Fwooper multicoloured feathers are used to represent the number four in the runic alphabet and a Fwooper is a great prank gift if you want to drive a friend insane, or enemies.”
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Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 30, 2009 20:43:24 GMT -5
Lorraine made a surreptitious effort to slide under the meager shade of a nearby tree as class started, a troubled crease between her eyebrows the only indication she had overheard the slowly boiling argument. Lorraine hated when people didn't get along; it was always scary and then sometimes people would start crying and there would always be yelling and people would say mean things and then nobody was happy. She liked when everything in the world was happy. She'd gladly trade anything in the world for everyone to be happy.
And yet, interrupting a professor in the middle of class to ask everyone to please get along and be happy and not be mean was no good either, and then maybe the professor would get mad at Lorraine and then every single person in this gathering by the lake would be angry and that would be bad too.
So the girl settled for nervously twisting her spindly fingers together, resolutely staring at the black-covered cages, blinking rapidly. It wasn't as if she had anything more to add to what that Gryffindor she had seen a couple other classes had already said about Fwoopers. Somehow she figured "they look pretty and they sound nice" wasn't going to cut it.
Naturally the first to pipe up was Felix, the know-it-all Gryffindor. It was usually a competition between him and Morgan to see who could give the longest, most in-depth answer, and this time Felix won. Sylph smiled at him – a little less enthusiastically than usual, it had to be said – and nodded her head.
“Yup, that’s just about right there Felix,” she replied. “Except for the fact that these pets cannot be given as gifts unless both the buyer and the recipient holds a licence which permits them to own the creature. Retailers do not usually sell fwoopers without ensuring this fact, even in countries such as Spain where there is no centralised government. Giving a fwooper as a prank is most certainly not a good idea; a cruel joke if ever there was one.” Sylph’s jet black brows arched above her sunglasses at this, hoping to press home her point., that fwoopers were not to be trifled with.
“Still,” she continued, more jovially now. “You can have five points for your answer, it covered most of the basics. The main thing that attracts wizards to these birds is simply their appearance; they are very attractive birds and are therefore primarily used as pets, but as I have said, there are restrictions on the selling and distribution of these animals. The reason for this,” she went on, walking over to where the covered cages sat on the grass as she talked. “Is the fwooper’s song.” She lifted off one of the cloths with a flourish, and immediately the bird inside – a vivid orange colour with long orange and pink tail feathers – began to chirrup away merrily. The song was actually incredibly pleasant, but after about thirty seconds or so the students would begin to feel the onset of… something. Like ants crawling into their skull, perhaps, or a slight shift in their perception of reality. Allowing this to sink in for another minute – certainly no more – Sylph pulled out her wand and with a muttered silencio forced the bird to stop singing, though its shiny black beak (the only part of the bird that wasn’t neon) continued to open and close unperturbed.
“The fwooper’s song,” she said loudly, cutting through whatever her class had been experiencing, bringing them back to earth, to reality. “While perfectly pleasant - even beautiful - to listen to will eventually rob the listener of their sanity. Not in a funny way,” - she glanced at Felix at this - “But in the most horrible way imaginable. If exposed to the song for long enough, the madness is permanent, and there is no known cure. All fwoopers are sold with powerful silencing charms on them, and these must be renewed once a month.
“Now, before I go on and tell you about today’s assignment, are there any questions? Just so you know I will be expecting you to find a way to block out the sound – if you can’t use the silencing charm you are allowed to use another method, but if you can’t think of one please say so now so I can go get some earmuffs. A hour with these birds won’t drive you permanently insane, but it will put you in the hospital wing for at least three weeks.” The violet haired woman looked over her sunglasses at the class, waiting for their response.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Sept 4, 2009 22:41:50 GMT -5
Grateful for something that induced less emotional strain than watching others bicker, Lorraine reached idly into her pocket, plucking out a gnawed pencil and a tattered piece of parchment. Nodding absently as the professor lectured, the girl scrawled notes in an indecipherable cursive for later storage in her massive collection of irrelevant information. Animals, though, made up a vast majority of the mess; bugs in particular occupying most of the papers.
When Sylph exposed the first Fwooper (like a sunset, Lorraine mused delightedly), she stopped in mid-word, complacency spreading across her typically disoriented expression with each note sung. And yet, as lovely and wonderful as it sounded, and as joyfully the bird trilled, a faint pulse pounded in the back of her eyeballs, seeming to grow stronger and more insistent as time passed. Clenching her eyelids shut and making a motion to crush her palms against her eyes, when the bird's cheerful song abruptly ended, Lorraine found her throbbing heart returning to its normal beat. Blinking in a bemused fashion, she resumed her notes, understanding dawning at a snail's pace. So even though a Fwooper really had such fun and liked singing, and even though its song sounded so pretty and merry, it was actually bad to listen to it for more than a couple seconds? That was a little sad; even though the birdy took such obvious joy in this activity, few actually appreciated it and--in fact--took measures to prevent it from sharing its happiness with others. At least it looked like the Fwooper could keep singing with the magic the Ms. Professor Lady had cast, so hopefully it was still kind of happy?
At the mention of casting Silencing Charms, Lorraine deflated a bit, but soon brightened to her usual serenity. Raising a slim hand--fingers still curled around her notes sheet--she uttered an amiable "I'll need earmuffs, please, Ms. Professor Sylvan," contentedly mentioning something about how nice trees were.
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