Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Sept 1, 2008 8:33:35 GMT -5
One never knows what they'll find when they go rummaging through their closet. Sometimes it can be some valuable, like a family heirloom that was thought lost or a teddy bear that one had a child. Or it could be the reverse: there could be a boggart inside your closet ready to terrify you out of your mind. Well, that was why this class was instituted. To deal with the mundane closet mishap to the more dangerous midnight encounter. And the classroom seemed to personify that in some regards, thanks to Forgoil having a flair for the dramatic and a decent hand at transfiguration. Talon Windwaltz keep the castle in prime condition, so there weren't any creatures to be found that could have adverse effects on the students, so Frog improvised.
He had tried to get his hands on as much junk as possible. Scraps of metal, lumps of clay, and anything else that seemed utterly useless. Then once inside his classroom, he had spent the entire night transforming them into recreations of various monsters, from spiteful pixies to terrifying werewolves. Hanging from the ceilings were reconstructions of sneakoscopes, captured gear from the War of the Shadows, and other bizarre objects that could bore a forboding aura about them. Now it was the next day, and Halifirien was ready for action. He had the desks arranged in a semi circle around his own, and he had actually cleaned himself up somewhat. Sure, he was still a teenager but he had to look kinda presentable in front of the students.
He wore a collared shirt of pale yellow, which was beneath a black suite jacket, and black pants and shoes to match. On his head, however, was the same cap that he wore to all his Quidditch games and that was the tell-tale signal that he wasn't all grown up just yet. And that was one of the things that Forgoil was kinda concerned about: how well would he do in preparing these kids? He knew he couldn't play favorites, but offering additional help or sending them down to the Dueling Instructor to practice their spells was always an option. Yet there was this forboding that he was experiencing: maybe that's what Talon felt every day.
Shrugging off his concern, Halifirien strolled back to his chair and kicked back in it comfortably. Sure he had to be a role model and everything, but that didn't mean he had to give up some of the good things in life just yet.
ooc: Class is now open. Enjoy.
He had tried to get his hands on as much junk as possible. Scraps of metal, lumps of clay, and anything else that seemed utterly useless. Then once inside his classroom, he had spent the entire night transforming them into recreations of various monsters, from spiteful pixies to terrifying werewolves. Hanging from the ceilings were reconstructions of sneakoscopes, captured gear from the War of the Shadows, and other bizarre objects that could bore a forboding aura about them. Now it was the next day, and Halifirien was ready for action. He had the desks arranged in a semi circle around his own, and he had actually cleaned himself up somewhat. Sure, he was still a teenager but he had to look kinda presentable in front of the students.
He wore a collared shirt of pale yellow, which was beneath a black suite jacket, and black pants and shoes to match. On his head, however, was the same cap that he wore to all his Quidditch games and that was the tell-tale signal that he wasn't all grown up just yet. And that was one of the things that Forgoil was kinda concerned about: how well would he do in preparing these kids? He knew he couldn't play favorites, but offering additional help or sending them down to the Dueling Instructor to practice their spells was always an option. Yet there was this forboding that he was experiencing: maybe that's what Talon felt every day.
Shrugging off his concern, Halifirien strolled back to his chair and kicked back in it comfortably. Sure he had to be a role model and everything, but that didn't mean he had to give up some of the good things in life just yet.
ooc: Class is now open. Enjoy.