Post by Sparky Cobalt on Dec 17, 2010 7:17:06 GMT -5
The past few days, there had been flyers posted all over the school. Well, not all over, considering someother classes had already done that, but they were here and there. Enough to get the word out, anyway. They stated that contrary to popular belief, Sparky X. Cobalt's Home Economics Muggle Studies would not be taking place in a classroom next time! Instead, they would be held on the Quidditch Pitch. Hooray!
And so it was, that a little after lunch time, Sparky X. Cobalt was standing on the Quidditch Pitch. Any traces of snow that may have hung around were taken care of, and beneath his feet was lush green grass again. There was little to do for this class in 'preparation' that he hadn't done already. He had a large trunk sitting next to him, presumably with 'supplies' for that day's activities. Just what can you cook on a quidditch pitch? That was a good question.
If people approached him (read: students), he would simply greet them and ask them to either sit or stand, and wait until everyone was there for any questions. Unless they were Lorraine.
Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 18, 2010 13:31:58 GMT -5
Gabriel showed up, not so much limping as just walking rather raggedly. He was exhausted. That scarred face was paler than usual, eyes shadowed like he hadn't slept in awhile. Frankly, he should have stayed in the common room and slept some more, but sleeping all the time made him even more tired. Vampires. He had never had a problem with their existence before, but now they were definitely on his list.
If it were even a realistic idea. And now that thing had taken his wand, just after he had replaced the old one. Gabriel didn't want to go to the shop again, it was just stupid. The store owner would likely refuse, thinking Gabriel was doing something tricky with them.
At least - hopefully - he wouldn't need a wand for this class. Surely not.
Please.
He arrived on the Pitch, in the cold, and wondered if he would be allowed to sue if he got pneumonia. Gabriel hadn't bothered to hide himself with spells - even if he had the wand, he doubted he would have tried. Frankly, he was glad to see Sparky alive and well. Orca hadn't like. Killed him or something.
Where was Orca?
Gabriel wondered where the lycan had gotten to, but said nothing to the professor. He managed a faint, real smile that vanished quickly, and promptly sat down on the grass. Sooner or later he would have to stand back up, but right now he was just glad to sit.
Sooner or later Victoria was going to kill him, if he kept at it like this.
Cyan knew he'd missed a few of the first classes offered, but he'd actually missed the first two muggle studies lectures. He felt a little embarrassed.
Oh. And another pair of thoughts occurred to him as he walked down to the Quidditch Pitch: First, why were all of the classes announced with flyers? And second, why did they keep meeting outside in winter when it was bloody cold outside? It was like, what, late fall? Early winter? Whatever the hell it was, it was frickin' cold, and that was all that mattered.
He scuttled on over to the warm field area.
As he spotted some scarred-up, shaggy, sickly-looking, and overall creepy guy, Cyan moved his brown-haired self to the farther half.
There was also some older really rough-looking guy. Maybe the professor?
Seeing as no one looked the least bit friendly, Cyan morosely crossed his arms, and stood quietly, rocking patiently on his feet. Hopefully, someone he knew would arrive soon.
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Post by Amira Raines on Dec 23, 2010 21:30:11 GMT -5
Even though Amira had gone to the first class not the second, she decided she would go to the third. She didn't think Professor Cobalt had many students. She walked to the Quidditch Pitch with her arms wrapped around herself trying to keep warm. As she arrived, she found a boy sitting on the ground. He looked just plain scary with all the scars on his face.
She, then, looked and saw the teacher, Professor Cobalt. Her blue eyes found another pair of blue eyes. It was her best friend Cyan. The Puff gave a polite smile at the professor, then walked over and stood next to her friend.
"How's it going?" Amira asked trying to hold back the fact that her teeth were chattering. It was freezing cold outside.
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Dec 24, 2010 23:41:18 GMT -5
More Muggle Studies. Perhaps Ryo was a glutton for punishment. He never seemed to leave a class held by Sparkles without something going wrong. Currently, Sparkles F. G. Z. Whatever, furry loving Copper was two-for-two in making him miserable.
Well, he was here now and figured that surely he might learn something. The French Toast lesson was actually vaguely useful to non-Muggle borns. Still, the magical negation was a bit much.
Ryo shivered as he reached the pitch. Why have an outdoor class in the Winter? It was freezing even in his thick wool Muggle coat. He spotted Cyan and sat a few seats away. That Puff Prefect seemed quite enamored with him. Best not to get in the way of that. He looked to his left to see that the creepy boy was attending yet another class. Awesome.
Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 30, 2010 16:06:45 GMT -5
"M-m-m-muh-mister Sp-sparky Thunder-der-der-st-storm," a chattering abominable snowman feebly greeted as it rolled onto the Quidditch field laid with springy grass. "H-how are you? H-h-have you s-seen Mi-mister Miniw-waves? I....I......." The mass of snow tipped over with a what could be best described as a gentle fluwhomp, seeming to shrink in size until little strands of brittle straw poked through what appeared to be the head...portion...of the monstrous and no-doubt terrifying beast made entirely of water. The blob rolled, once, before stilling completely.
It was dead, this wonderfully horrific and terrifyingly rare beast, and it was all Sparky X. Cobalt's fault.
Post by Professor O'Conner on Jan 4, 2011 12:07:15 GMT -5
Ashelle walked out to the Muggle Studies class, resigned to her fate. She knew that this time would go no different than any of the other times she had dared to attend this class. Either Professor Sparky or fate had it out for her, but it was imperative that she get a good grade in this class, so her mother Miranda told her.
Ashelle sometimes wished she could see Muggles as her mother and sister did, and even now after she had learned firsthand that not all wizards are good, she tended to think secretly that perhaps there were more bad Muggles than there were bad wizards. Cousin Vicki suggested that while that might be true, it was probably because there were more Muggles in general. Ashelle didn't like the sound of that.
She wished she could ask Professor Sparky all the questions she had, but he had pretended that he didn't know her the first time she had come to class, so she figured it was useless. Instead she stood near the middle of the grassy area, and waited for class to begin a slightly hopeless look on her face.
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