Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Jul 10, 2009 20:38:29 GMT -5
ooc: In light of the sudden activity and the massive amounts of posts in the older sign-up list, here's the first DADA lesson of 09-10.
ic: He had thought that the summer was going to be his free time, maybe go on holiday and spend some quality time with Sylph whenever she got back from who knows where, but all those plans had been put on hold. There had been a sudden influx of students that came earlier in the summer than normal, and the Scottish professor was surprised to find new names scrawled onto the old list from last year. Well it was time to change that and if these students wanted a class so badly, then they'd get one.
The grey-haired professor really had no idea what to start off with this, he had too many ideas last year and he didn't know which ones to pick. So he figured that he'd combine most of the interesting ones into an intro of sorts. Yes, there would be some spellwork and a few exhibits, but the majority would be seeing how much the students knew about the Dark Arts. And always being a firm believer that a proper environment stimulates one's desire to learn, Halifirien had outfitted his classroom accordingly.
At the doorway were two enchanted suits of armor that would cross swords and block the student's entry until they stated their name, year, and house. Once they made it past his automotons, then they'd enter into a place that seemed less of a classroom and more appropriate of an old school horror flick. Strange instruments lined the classroom, from telescopes with a livid eye at one end to a orb of gas that changed colors do to mood changes. On his desk in front of the classroom were some specially enchanted figurines, about eight in all, and the young professor was very excited about these inventions.
After all, the best way to learn about something is also to simulate it first hand.
And without further ado, Forgoil Halifirien opened the doors to Defense Against the Dark Arts and told his metal minions, "Now don't go doing anything stupid, ya hear? Do exactly as I told ya, and I'll permenantly keep ya there instead o' turning ya back into inanimate objects." The knights clanged their swords together in acknowledgement and Forgoil headed over to his chair, which he promptly collapsed into in a very comfortable manner. So let loose the dogs of war: school's in session.
ic: He had thought that the summer was going to be his free time, maybe go on holiday and spend some quality time with Sylph whenever she got back from who knows where, but all those plans had been put on hold. There had been a sudden influx of students that came earlier in the summer than normal, and the Scottish professor was surprised to find new names scrawled onto the old list from last year. Well it was time to change that and if these students wanted a class so badly, then they'd get one.
The grey-haired professor really had no idea what to start off with this, he had too many ideas last year and he didn't know which ones to pick. So he figured that he'd combine most of the interesting ones into an intro of sorts. Yes, there would be some spellwork and a few exhibits, but the majority would be seeing how much the students knew about the Dark Arts. And always being a firm believer that a proper environment stimulates one's desire to learn, Halifirien had outfitted his classroom accordingly.
At the doorway were two enchanted suits of armor that would cross swords and block the student's entry until they stated their name, year, and house. Once they made it past his automotons, then they'd enter into a place that seemed less of a classroom and more appropriate of an old school horror flick. Strange instruments lined the classroom, from telescopes with a livid eye at one end to a orb of gas that changed colors do to mood changes. On his desk in front of the classroom were some specially enchanted figurines, about eight in all, and the young professor was very excited about these inventions.
After all, the best way to learn about something is also to simulate it first hand.
And without further ado, Forgoil Halifirien opened the doors to Defense Against the Dark Arts and told his metal minions, "Now don't go doing anything stupid, ya hear? Do exactly as I told ya, and I'll permenantly keep ya there instead o' turning ya back into inanimate objects." The knights clanged their swords together in acknowledgement and Forgoil headed over to his chair, which he promptly collapsed into in a very comfortable manner. So let loose the dogs of war: school's in session.