Chika was starting to fall asleep she had had a long night last night and it was showing. Chika was unaware of what was to happen. She calmly drifted in and out of sleep as Sparky was talking.
Sundenly the door slamed shut and the room got hotter. Chika still diffed off. Soon the room was filling with water. Chika didn't even notice. Next her desk started dancing, this didn't phase her. Suddenly she was kicked out of her chair. She landed face up floating, Still asleep.
A Few spells whizzed by her, and then Chika hit a desk. She opened her eyes. She rubbed her head. She finally noticed that the class room had change. She needed something to help her but what.
Chika pondered what spells would work. Chika thought and thought about it. Ah that spell would work it would light up the room for people to see after all she was a good swimmer. "Lumos" Chika muttered as she manage to create a big spot of light around her. Not enough to light the entire room but enough so a few people could gather around her and see.
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Sept 26, 2009 10:13:43 GMT -5
Still rather baffled, Gwyneviere couldn't help but notice that the other students also seemed confused. Chika--was that her name?--for one, was swimming in the remains of the puddle and maintaining a lumos charm for a portion of the room that already seemed lit enough. Another hufflepuff held onto a battered table with a dazed expression on her face. Everyone else only seemed to be hopelessly getting pummeled by their desks with no attempts at self-defense.
The gryffindor uncomfortably took a step back, a wary expression forming on her face.
Maybe this was actually the special education class? She gulped silently, desperately hoping her schedule was wrong.
Post by Andrew Poleyn on Sept 29, 2009 18:24:14 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry if this breaks any kind of timeline rules--I'm figuring Andrew is somewhere ignorably in the back of the classroom. If this needs fixing, my msn and aim are available (along with PMing)
Andrew was still trying to get a handle on his course schedule. The fact that he'd showed up late for the year's start couldn't possibly help matters. Neither did the fact that he was tired. So he'd shown up after his last class and slunk into the back, and then promptly fell asleep in the back of the room. He'd forgotten what class he was in, or even that he was in a class. Even the murmur of a welcome speech didn't wake him up.
He was still groggy when he got thrown onto the damp ground, but was aware enough to realize that it was the teacher up front who was flicking his wand around. Something about the panting and wand-flicking. Okay...wake up. Wake up. Andrew cautiously backed away from his desk and the chair, trying to trawl through his groggy mind for something useful to do. "One spell" rang in his head. Okay. One spell. Hmm... One of the students eliminated, more or less, the door. One of the desks stopped moving. Light flickered from one student's wand. Hang on, there's still the most important piece missing.
Andrew backed farther away from the desks. Found himself kinda backed into a corner. He grabbed a stool in the corner and tried to keep the flood of desks at bay with it, his other hand drifting into his jacket and retrieving his wand. Don't fail me now. "Depulso desks!" he called out, aiming the wizard's most useful implement at the desks, hoping to toss as many of them out the door as possible.
Then it dawned on him. Oh. Crap. There's someone standing...in the doorway. "Ahh, heads up out there!" A nervous grin slid across his face. Well, that would be a change. Instead of dad moving changing where I'm going to school, me getting in trouble changing it.
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2009 20:44:47 GMT -5 by Andrew Poleyn
Post by Gwyneviere Pendragon on Sept 30, 2009 21:04:51 GMT -5
One such hooligan was fending off the desk demons with a stool. Hello. Magic, anyone? Gwyneviere would have rolled her eyes, but she felt gravely concerned by her surroundings. Well, by the people in her surroundings. Surprisingly, the desks didn't frighten her much.
She could have sworn her sister had this class as well, but why would Morgan condone herself to such bizarre treatment?
She glanced around the classroom uncomfortably. There was something just not right here...
Then, the entire onslaught of desks flew at her. She screamed.
Instinctively, she jumped back and moved well away from the entrance to the accursed room in the corridor. She stumbled over her three-inch heels and landed on her butt. Her expensive robe cluttered about her knees.
She thought of a few undignified words but refused to say them--they would be so rude, after all. Of course, the march of still-enchanted desks charging at her like a heard of bulls in the hallway distracted her from her internal discourse as well. Minor detail.
Her blazing amber eyes leered at the oncoming traffic of furniture.
She. Was. Ticked.
"Finite incantatum!" she cried, whipping her wand in an arc at the army of nonliving objects. They slowly stopped and then cluttered to the ground with a bunch of clanging back into their regular shapes and subordinate manners. Despite being hung-up on appearances and expressing little interest in classes, she was pretty damn good at magic when she tried.
She wanted to cuss them out, yell at them, ask them why they were so unbelievably stupid--them being, of course, the people he sent the desk coalition flying at her all the way into the godforsaken corridor. Didn't they know the most basic cancellation charm?
She restrained herself, squeezing her sparking wand in her fist, grinding her teeth, wearing an upset red face. She breathed slowly. In, out... In, out... Then, she finally pocked her wand, stepping well away from the abusive room. There was no need to make a scene; they were all nuts, and she was outnumbered anyway. Her scarlet face cooled until only her cheeks her rosy. She pressed her soft lips tightly together.
With a huff and a sigh, Gwyneviere headed back the way she came. What in God's name did her councilor try to put her in? DERP!
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 2, 2009 22:07:03 GMT -5
Her shoes were gone. Her brand new, silk flats with the dragons embroidered onto the toes. She was sitting in a puddle, completely ruining her uniform. This was about all the had time to take in before the leg of a chair came down on her head, and she blacked out.
She came too several minutes later. The class room was complete pandemonium. Her head throbbed violently. Would everyone pleaseshut up! Morgan tried to concentrate, grasping for her wand. She found it in her hand, and with one motion, and a loud proclamation of, "Finite Totalus!", most of the remaining ruckus subsisted. Her shoes had reappeared, at any rate.
Gratefully, Morgan slumped down on the floor again.
Post by Amira Raines on Oct 8, 2009 17:54:15 GMT -5
Amira listened (tried) intently at what the professor had been stuttering. The blond watched as Professor Colbat flicked his wand. First, the door slammed and locked. Second, the air got very humid especially for her since her hair was so long. Third, water was piling in. Forth, the desks started dancing.
She scooted back in her chair making an attempt to not get kicked by the dancing desk. He, then, flicked his wand a fifth time. NONONONONONONONONONONO! she screamed in her head. Why must he continue with this?! Her chair bumped her back at the desk she was trying to avoid.
Sixth, her white tennis shoes...evaporated. Then, lastly the lights went out. She hated the darkness. She started walking to the door and ran into a wall and fell flat on her back. Her backside was wet, her shoes were gone, and she was sweating like there was no tomorrow, then again it might have been the water.
He said that each of them were able to use a spell. She crawled to the corner, getting her knees soaked. When she reached the corner that she was heading to she turned around and sat down. By that point the water was already to her stomach when she sat down.
She grabbed her wand in her hand trying to think what spell she would use. She had to choose wisely after all, any spell she tried to use failed, so she had to pick one that would cause the least amount of damage than what was already done.
Someone had blown off the door which forced the water to go out. She continued to sit in her thinking pose with her hand on her chin and a frustrated look on her face. A big ball of light came. She remembered! She read a book on magic once and there was a helpful spell. She grabbed her wand and tried to think of the spell.
She raised her wand. "Let's see...it was...oh yes! Avis!" she shouted. The blond waited a moment. Nothing happened. She smacked her wand on her leg. Please work. Please work! she thought to herself. She looked at her wand as things started pouring out of her brown wand.
She then realized that these things were white doves. "No way," she said silently. Amira could actually preform a spell. A little white dove landed on her shoulder. She rubbed its head gently. She had become rather fond of it.DERP!
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