Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 23, 2010 21:34:22 GMT -5
The classroom had been carefully prepared, because that's just the kind of person Morgan was. She was a planner--cautious, reserved and thoughtful--she hated to leave anything to chance. So, her classroom had been prepared very carefully indeed. Actually, her classroom was one of the larger ones in the castle, chosen for that very reason. Although she was unsure that many would show up for her class, she had enough space to easily accommodate several dozen students.
Half of her room, the part nearest the door to be precise, was set up as a lecture hall, with four tiers of seats, set up in a semi-circle, where all could get a good look at the area around the teacher's desk. Behind her desk was a blackboard, upon which she had written in her careful handwriting:
The other half of her room, currently hidden behind a long, indigo, satin curtain was a practice space for the applied portion of her class. Today, they would be practicing summoning and banishing charms, on the piles of cushions that Morgan had assembled for the purpose.
Morgan herself stood near the front of the room, her roster in her hands. Her new silver leg peeked out from under her dress, gleaming along its length until it was hidden by her boot. She supposed she could have worn trousers and hidden it completely, but she preferred dresses and skirts. She was very feminine in her tastes that way. Her hair was swept back into a loose, yet elegant knot at the base of her neck.
She hoped her students enjoyed her class. During her years here, instruction in Charms had been inconsistent and spotty, with new professors every few months, it seemed. So, she was going to start here with a lesson designed to gauge both the skill and the understanding her students had of the subject. Hopefully, she would not be disappointed.
Half of her room, the part nearest the door to be precise, was set up as a lecture hall, with four tiers of seats, set up in a semi-circle, where all could get a good look at the area around the teacher's desk. Behind her desk was a blackboard, upon which she had written in her careful handwriting:
Please take a seat, and prepare to take notes. Class will begin momentarily.
Topic of Discussion: The Nature of Charms
Topic of Discussion: The Nature of Charms
The other half of her room, currently hidden behind a long, indigo, satin curtain was a practice space for the applied portion of her class. Today, they would be practicing summoning and banishing charms, on the piles of cushions that Morgan had assembled for the purpose.
Morgan herself stood near the front of the room, her roster in her hands. Her new silver leg peeked out from under her dress, gleaming along its length until it was hidden by her boot. She supposed she could have worn trousers and hidden it completely, but she preferred dresses and skirts. She was very feminine in her tastes that way. Her hair was swept back into a loose, yet elegant knot at the base of her neck.
She hoped her students enjoyed her class. During her years here, instruction in Charms had been inconsistent and spotty, with new professors every few months, it seemed. So, she was going to start here with a lesson designed to gauge both the skill and the understanding her students had of the subject. Hopefully, she would not be disappointed.