Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 16, 2009 23:45:26 GMT -5
Sparky sighed as he nervously shuffled a few pages of notes he had kept for this momentous occasion. The first charms class at FFU in... well, a long time. Students were probably looking forward to it. Especially the males, seeing as the professor for this class was, *gasp*, actually a woman!
Sadly, they'd have a substitute today.
Sparky.
Sparky X Cobalt, Muggle Studies.
And now, Substitute Charms.
Sparky looked down at his notes, worried. He was completely, utterly confused. Was Talon alright? Not only had he made him Muggle Studies professor, but had asked Sparky to teach in Professor Naunet's absence? Honestly, no one thought he was capable of teaching one class, yet here he was with a second. As if he didn't have enough people throwing things at his back in the halls. Now he'd piss off the older, horny teenager crowd. Awesome.
To be honest, though, Sparky was a little excited. He loved Charms, loved using them. His only real magical aptitude was in Charms, after all. Besides that, he pretty much completely disgraced his house name. He was shit in Potions. He couldn't do anything with Arithmancy. Animals didn't like him, so that crossed Care of Magical Creatures out.
Teaching this class was, sort of, a chance for him to be good at something.
The door was open, and it was almost time for class. Sparky waited.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Aug 17, 2009 3:11:31 GMT -5
Almost every class Phugsius went into these days there was some sort of mishap or stupid teacher petrifying everyone. It was starting to rag on his nerves, most of all since EVERYONE seemed to hate him now. He hadn't even seen Niobe in weeks. She was the only person that could possibly cheer him up, and she just dropped off the face of the planet after their encounter in the greenhouse. Had their relationship been a mistake? He felt a sudden pang of guilt. Maybe she felt that being around him was a bad idea....
Phugsius trudged into class and collapsed into the center seat not paying anymind to the figure at the desk, until he realized it was that damned professor that petrified everyone in muggle studies. Oh god, he taught this class too? He just put his head in his hands and just sighed feeling completely alone and helpless. He did have Seraphinus, but he wasn't class appropriate and people might talk about the Slytherin prefect more than he assumed they already did if he brought his kneazle to class.
His eyes shot to the professor, was he really teaching charms? Phugsius could probably teach this class better than this stuttering fool.
It was obvious Phugsius was in an already bad mood. He should atleast give poor Sparky Cobalt another chance...
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 17, 2009 12:17:18 GMT -5
Charms, Lorraine deciphered from her mess of a schedule. She let out a tiny sound of dismay. Charms had never been one of her good classes. That and Transfiguration. And Defense Against the Dark Arts. The former both involved too many quick, precise little wand flicks, and Lorraine could never dredge up enough energy to get her wrist to execute the nimble swishes. DADA, on the other hand, required an overwhelming amount of common sense and quick thinking, neither of which Lorraine possessed. In fact, the deadly combination of Charms, Transfiguration, and DADA was the very reason she had failed out of the previous two schools midyear, even with the daily tutoring she received for all three classes.
So the girl entered the Charms classroom--kindly directed there by a painting--with a woeful air, somehow fully expecting the professor to take one look at her, despair, and jump out the window. Rather, direct her to jump out the window. And demand she never come back. As such, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw Mr. Sparky at the front of the room. Hoping that perhaps he would be the teacher of this class--and that would make Charms better?--she let out a lethargic noise of joy. "Mr. Professor Sparky," she cheered, sluggishly making her way to an open desk. "Are you teaching Charms too?"
Chika was happy to go to her first charms class. Chika loved charms. Charms were her specialty after all. Today was the long awaited First Charms class. She had again started out late. Getting up fifteen minuets before the class was supposed to start. Yep that was normal Chika.
Chika ran down the corridors her slightly poof-bead-head hair was flying in the breeze she had created herself. Man It seemed like Chika would never get there. She decide to pick up the pace. She ran Faster and faster. The breeze she was Creating now would probably make people near her fall down.
Chika ran the hallways taking every opportunity for a shortcut. Be it jumping stairs or cutting the court yard, she did it. Chika figured this way she would cut some time away. Chika was happy when she rounded the corner and saw the class room in the distance. She kept her hurried pace. Her excitement was starting to show.
Chika hit a post out side the class room, but even that didn't stop her today. She entered the class room to see there were already to people here. Wow, she wasn't late at all. She noticed on was a Hufflepuff, Like her, and the Other was Phugsius, who she had had a problem with. Chika figured today was such a grate day that she could get passed her problem with Phugsius today, even if just a little bit.
As Chika walk deeper into the classroom she gave Phugsius a friendly wave. " Hi Phugs". Wow, Phugs, Chika hadn't called him that in a wile. Well it was better to forgive him, after all he had basically asked her to the dance with out meeting hardly anyone else. Chika was glad she was finally putting all of this behind her.
Chika then saw Sparky was the professor. " Hello Sparky... um I mean hello Professor Cobalt". Man she needed to remember that he was a professor now. Chika then picked the middle front spot to sit at.
Following a pair of Hufflepuff girls, a tall Gryffindor boy sloped into the classroom, his bag slung over one of his broad shoulders and his eyes on the floor. He had a bad record of entering rooms without suffering some mishap, and he was determined, this time, to not fall flat on his face. So far he was doing pretty well.
Despite his size, he had the air of a small, vaguely rodenty-type creature; his wide eyes were a pale, almost watery blue and his hair – which was now only just long enough to reveal that it was ridiculously curly – was an unremarkable sort of sandy brown. Every so often he would glance, almost furtively, this way and that, as if to check that nobody was watching him. One of these glimpses landed on the teacher, and he almost stopped in surprise. Wasn’t that last year’s head boy? Ferris blinked. Sparky, as far as he remembered, was known for being almost as painfully shy and clumsy as he was. He was teaching now?
The Gryffindor slipped into a chair, pulled out his books and sat there quietly, staring intently at the front cover of his charms text as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, but all the while Ferris was thinking of just one thing. If Sparky could end up as a teacher, then maybe – just maybe – there was some hope for him.
Wasn’t there?
Even the most timid of creatures has survival instincts.
Post by Amira Raines on Aug 17, 2009 19:08:59 GMT -5
Amira walked in to the charms class. She looked around the room. She saw two of her fellow puffs and decided to sit by them. She wore blue jeans and a pink shirt.
She looked up at the professor. The blond was shocked to find out it was Professor Colbat who taught muggle studies. She was excited to learn Charms.
When ever she tried to do magic it ends up as something different than what she wanted. She sat silently in her seat.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 19, 2009 6:51:21 GMT -5
First to show up was, sadly, the rebellious projector squashing Slytherin Phugsius. Maybe Sparky should make some effort to get to know the boy. He was obviously under some sort of mental handicap, the way he had to sit in the center of the class. Why, he'd even stated in his Muggle Studies class that he 'normally sat in the center of the class' for every class. That wasn't 'normal' at all. There was just something about him that was... off. It didn't mean that he disliked the boy, no. He was just apprehensive about a rebellious, OCD slytherin.
Next up was the peculiar Hufflepuff, Lorraine Cunningham. He actually remembered her name, oh joy! She should've been honored. Sparky was terrible with any names. He supposed it helped that the girl had been late to his class and had had to stay and make it up. He still had her borrowed ink-stained quill in his robe pocket, and his hair was still slightly blacker in a few patches than his regular brownish hair. She was certainly a memorable one.
He smiled shakily at her as she cheered for him. Now that was a rare sound indeed.
"Uh, well y-yes.."
After that, it was a blur of red and yellow and 'hi's, and time ticked by. It was getting awfully close to class start time.
He hoped more students would make it in before it was too late.
His worried eyes scanned over his students, mostly Hufflepuff--as was his last one--and marveled at the random boom in the badger's house the school was having. Why, just a couple months ago, the only hufflepuff around had been the Chika Chisama girl that was coincidentally in his own class right this second.
Where was everyone else? Did the Hufflepuffs eat them? Did they hear Sparky was teaching?
Rin walked into the classroom. Her black hair was up in a pony tail. She wore a gray skirt with a black t-shirt on. Her boots were squeaking slightly as it hit the floor.
She quickly glanced at the professor. Rin walked to a seat in the back. She sat down and was silently waiting for class to start.
Post by Falon Sheppard on Aug 24, 2009 18:32:51 GMT -5
Falon stood outside of the door for a while, biting her lip. Charms was her first class of the year, first class in a new school. Its just a calls Falon, get with it. Just walk in and take a seat. She closed her eyes tight for a moment the proceeded through the door and into the room.
It smelled of old books, with dark wooden tables for desks and large windows that let in lots of light. She savored the smell for a moment, and let out a small sigh. There were a lot of students already in the classroom. Must have waited outside for a little too long. She nervously ran her fingers through her short hair, turning the spikes green. A nervous habit to change her hair color when she was uncomfortable.
As she walked down the aisle to a seat she scanned the faces for anyone she knew. Chika was there. She smiled at the girl and took a seat across the aisle from her. She placed her notebook and text book on the desk and took out her want. 10 3/4 inches, willow, dragon heartstring.
Change everything you are, and everything you were.... you're number has been called...
Charms. It had never quite seemed like a difficult subject to Lucy, but then again she had been wrong before. She tucked her wand into one of the large pockets on the side of her white sundress as she sauntered down the hallway, wearing heels that were perhaps a bit too high and eye makeup that was perhaps a bit too strong. It was only her second class at Firefox, but she still wanted to look her best. Impressions were important, especially when it came to her classmates. She wanted them to know that even though this was her first year of formal schooling, she was not one to be trifled with in the least.
She walked into the classroom and slid into the second row next to a Gryffindor boy that she thought she recognized from the common room. Pulling out her own charms book, she pretended to be as interested in it as he was if only to make others think she was the studious type. Oh, she was so far from it.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Aug 26, 2009 22:30:27 GMT -5
Oh, she was so late!
Morgan had been a little ill. Nothing life threatening, but enough to keep her in bed for a day or two. Of course, that meant she'd had to pull an all-nighter to get the make-up work done as soon as possible. She had, of course, been given plenty of time to do the work, but Morgan hated having an assignment hanging over her, like a dead rat.
So, she might have been slightly less neat in appearance then usual, and she might have dark, bruise colored marks under her eyes from a lack of sleep, but she was ready for Charms class. Even better since she'd heard, through the grapevine, that Sparky was substituting. Of course she had to be there. Sparky was totally one of her best friends.
Even if there was that weird student/teacher dynamic between them now.
Besides, she wanted to talk to him about Tyson, his boyfriend. Morgan had met Tyson at the last school dance, and had watched him drag Sparky off to the dance floor. Morgan wanted to tell Sparky that she thought Tyson was a great guy, and that she wished them happiness. Because, that's what friends did. And it was kind of super adorable, the way Sparky and Tyson had acted around each other.
"Hiya, Professor!" Morgan's greeting was cheerful as she walked into class. She didn't even notice stupid, smelly Phugsius. She was far too happy to have Sparky teach again. He might not realize it, but he was a great teacher. She intended to tell him that too, when she got the chance.
Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 28, 2009 2:53:47 GMT -5
Sparky was pleasantly surprised as a few more students filtered in. He glanced blankly down at his notes, wondering why Firefox University didn't enforce any sort of roll call (as far as he knew). This lack of a proper list of attending students made it so any one could be late, could be absent, could be trespassing if they really wanted. He'd have to take this up with Talon, the next time he grew balls enough to speak to the Headmaster.
He waited while everyone settled down, giving a casual nod to Morgan. He would've said something more, but he didn't want anyone to think he had favorites or something. It was suspicious enough that he had gotten a job directly after graduating from Ravenclaw house. He was surprised he hadn't been accused of it already. Then again, if anything, his favorite was Hufflepuff house, because there were so many in his last class that they'd gotten an unfair point boost.
Then again, Hufflepuff was usually in the negatives. It wouldn't hurt.
"Well, uh..."
Sparky swallowed. How would he fare as substitute?
"Welcome to Charms..."
Great. Usual boring professor speech, already. He swallowed again, thinking for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"Well, uh. Since this is our first class together, I thought, uh... We could do something light hearted?"
And with that, he smiled his nervous, oh-god-i'm-a-teacher-now-fuck-don't-kill-me smile, and raised his wand.
One flick.
The door slammed, and locked shut.
Two flick.
The air got very, very humid.
Three flick.
The room started filling with water, slowly but surely.
Four flick.
The desks began dancing, kicking every which way.
Five flick.
The chairs bucked, chucking their owners onto the already soaked ground.
Six flick.
Everyone's shoes were... gone.
Sparky was panting by this time.
"No fighting, now."
Seven flick.
The lights went out.
"Now, all of you are allowed to use a single spell. Which do you think will be most helpful in this, uh, situation? I'll.. I'll be able to uh, tell if you use more than one. So, um..."
Post by Felix I. Genero on Aug 28, 2009 10:28:59 GMT -5
Charms.
The little magical spells and indentations that separated the little race we call muggle from the other guys. Wizards.
It’s those tiny spouts of magic every muggle imagines and dream about…. Moving objects, manipulating them, even the little jinxes you wish you could surreptitiously cast upon your class bully.
In my world, it really did exist.
Felix was tempted not to go to charms class, but he seriously was the only person gaining points these days, let alone not loosing them, and he actually was looking forward to being entertained. Sparky X. Cobalt. They guy Felix got the Head Boy badge from. He was… interesting. Felix knew all about Sparky from Orca’s thoughts, and Felix had ran into the head boy on occasion, but he wouldn’t call himself a ‘friend’. Still, from what he heard about Sparky’s Muggle Studies class he couldn’t wait. He needed to be entertained.
The classroom was… normal. The people inside of it, not so much. Felix learned more about his fellow classmates then the actual subject taught in any given class, some exceptions. The Gryffindor had recovered from his ‘monk-like’ ‘fasting’ from human contact, and was acting actually slightly normal now, if it was possible for Felix to ask normal.
The classroom was full, something that hadn’t happened in a long time. Phugs, the awesome Slytherin prefect kid; Ferris, older Gryffindor guy who Felix thought graduated and was overjoyed to see, at least one other Gryffindor guy still managed to find their way to class; A random Ravenclaw girl; a new Gryffindor, Miss Thomas, that Felix felt guilty for not meeting yet; Morgan, Felix big sister who always saved him when he almost got himself killed; and… What the…? Waaaay to many Hufflepuff. Where did they all come from? Were they breeding or something? Last year they were practically… four Hufflepuffs. Now they were more then a small Albanian country. In any case, Felix took a set and kept to himself as he watch the awkwardness and humor play out as Sparky as a professor.
Then the class started.
Welcome Speech = Fail.
Seriously though, Felix didn’t think he could do a better job then Sparky did. The guy was like the youngest professor ever. Still, what would he teach?
Then the flicking started.
Door. Humidity. Water. Dancing desk. Chairs. Shoes. And for the finally, the lights. This was one of the most creative challenges ever.
Taking out his wand, Felix contemplated the situation for a moment. How to help everyone? The humidity and the shoes were harmless, as were the chairs seeing how Felix was already soaked on the floor. He didn’t know a powerful enough spell to stop the water because he didn’t know the source, freezing the floor would just make people worse off. The desk were pretty harmful, but drowning was worse. Everyone would stumble without the lights. The door was both locked and shut, so unlocking it would do no good unless it was open. Opening the door would give light, as well as stop the drowning. Grinning, Felix stood up, from where he had been thrown on the ground, and pointed his (well, actually Willow’s) wand in the direction of the door.
“Reducio!”
The door of the Charm classroom shrunk off its hinges until it only was about the size of a piece of paper still magically attached to the lock. Light from the outside flooded in and the water flooded out. Sadly Felix had wasted his single spell on the door, so a nearby kicking desk whacked Felix in the shin sending him falling flat on his back in the rushing water.
Great… fixed everything but make a giant fool of himself. How classic?
goddamn gigantic-ass image resized by orca. you're welcome.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Aug 28, 2009 13:41:32 GMT -5
Right. Class.
One of Gwyneviere's many reasons for not attending her classes was that she got lost. Considering how the hallways changed and stairways played Ring around the Rosy, it wasn't too unbelievable.
Her amber eyes flickered to her sheet of classes for the hundredth time. Professor Naunet, room 123. She had the most incredible feeling that something terrible was about to flow her way. It was unnerving. Why would anything want to cause her trouble, of all people?
Her manicured nails brushed back her shimmering black hair. Maybe I should simply skip again today.
Following her thoughts rather abruptly, a door bags and papers surfed out on a wave of water from some room while a miniaturized door illogically remained attached to its lock and not its hinges.
She blinked.
She looked at the door number.
She checked her paper.
Oh. Shit.
Rather bemused and concerned for her own safety, she headed toward the mysterious classroom to peek inside. Her heels clicked along, unhappily splashing about the puddles littering the floor.
What she saw was, of course, Felix getting his ass kicked--and by a desk, no less. How embarrassing.
Oh, Felix, she chastised sympathetically. He wasn't even wearing shoes! Sometimes, she just didn't know what to do with him.
She drew her wand from her expensive bag.
Gwyneviere had no idea was was going on in this humid, shoe-less, desk-dancing room, but enough was enough.
"Finite incantatum," she said, elegantly flicking her stick at Felix's attacker. The desk instantly returned to his normal state. Of course, she didn't bother helping the other students--for some reason, the room was rather dark and difficult to see in. She didn't want to interrupt whatever activity they were up to too much, either.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Sept 7, 2009 14:47:05 GMT -5
Lorraine directed a beatific smile towards Sparky's general vicinity as he labored out a welcome speech. Wow. Was Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm really going to be teaching Charms too? That would be so very wonderful. He was such a nice, nice professor who didn't look like he minded slow people like her who got lost on their way to Muggle Studies, and he even let them make up the lesson! And didn't detract points! Or expel people! So nice. Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm was most definitely her favorite professor ever. Maybe if she really tried her best this time the Mr. Professor would help her, too, and then maybe she wouldn't fail Charms! That would make her so very happy; she liked this school, mostly because of all the amazing, nice professors here, and it would be unfortunate to have to transfer schools again in the middle of the year. Why, she had even been able to reap some results in Transfiguration because of how amazing and nice the Mr. Awesome Professor was! It was incredible; never did she think she would experience anything remotely similar to success when it came to magic. No, thank you, Lorraine would very much like to stay at FFU.
BANG.
The girl gave a lethargic start, wondering if it had been the professor's doing that had made the door suddenly slam shut. However, further musings were cut short by the sounds of water trickling into the classroom. Water, she thought dazedly to herself as she was dumped unceremoniously to the ground, vaguely aware of the sudden absence of her shoes. "I can't swim," she conversationally informed her dancing table, wooden legs narrowly missing her person.
Lorraine slapped a hand around for her fallen wand, absently noting it was getting a little difficult to breathe due to both the oppressively humid air and the fact the water level was sloshing more or less at her nose level. Unperturbedly deciding that it was probably in her best interest to remove face from floor, she lurched slowly to her feet, whimpering as she received a few good kicks to the leg and midsection. Blindly stabbing her floppy wand in the direction from which she had been assaulted from, she distractedly visualized a table melding to the ground. The water level, already closing in on her knees, had somehow seemed to activate her defective sense of self-preservation. "Coagamento," she babbled, the spell she learned in Transfiguration the only one still fresh (stale?) in her mind, crumpling as she caught another hit to the shin. A dark shape about the size of a table stilled, then skidded menacingly towards her, sullen at the grounding of one of its legs. Judging that that had probably counted as the one spell Mr. Professor Sparky would allow, the girl threw herself hesitantly at the table, spider-like fingers scrabbling weakly for purchase. Consternation pulling at her expression, she clung to the splintering wood, dreamily hoping someone else would be able to do something a little more useful than what she had done before the table decided to ram into another object.
Almost as if someone had heard her plea, a rectangle of light pierced into the almost cave-like room. Did it come from the door? How nice, Lorraine thought sleepily, trying to shift her position on the desk so her fingers would get crushed against a wall as the table made a valiant effort to dispose its tenant. Maybe all the water will go away too and then I can leave Mr. Table alone~
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