Post by Morgan Pendragon on Dec 29, 2010 23:54:42 GMT -5
As before, the classroom had been prepared carefully. As before, the room was bisected by the indigo curtain into part lecture hall, and part practice space. As before, they would begin with a discussion of theory and culminate in a practical lesson in which Morgan would observe them working several charms.
However, this time, Morgan hoped that things would go a bit more smoothly. Her last class had been fun, and had by no means been as disastrous as some of the lessons she'd attended as a student, but still, it could have gone better. This time, though, not every answer would be receiving the same amount of points. She had wanted to encourage her students to share their opinions, and now she wanted to encourage them to focus a little more on the subject at hand.
On the board behind her, she had written:
Welcome to Charms!
Topic of Discussion: Charms--An Art or a Science?
Perhaps she would have to clarify that last term to some of her students, but she felt that the debate itself would be very interesting, once they got going. She stood at the same place in front of her class, wearing yet another of her vintage dresses that looked like it had been plucked straight out of the fifties. This time though, instead of boots, her feet were shod in simple black flats. Her blonde hair was gathered in a low ponytail.
If she was correct in her assessment of her students; they seemed like a bright bunch, even if some of them got a bit confused when it came to committing thoughts to paper.
Cyan was not going to be late for this class, thankyouverymuch.
"Good morning (?), Professor Pendragon," greeted Cyan as he arrived to his favorite class, a beaming grin apparent on his features. That's right--he knew her name, now. Research and application accomplished!
She liked vintage stuff, didn't she? When was her birthday?
Seeing as he was the first student there, Cyan meekly sat somewhere in the first row, gently setting down his bag and sliding into a chair.
Unwilling to stare openly at his lovely professor and gape like a lunatic, the faintly blushing third-year boy began twiddling his thumbs while only shooting the occasional quick glance at the gorgeous lady. She could certainly use charms more skilled than any famous enchantress (not that he'd ever seen her cast a single spell, but still). Cyan had no doubts about this.
The hair still wet from his shower began curling around his ears.
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Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Dec 30, 2010 18:48:59 GMT -5
Lorraine slid into class, steps shambling and perhaps a tad confused, spindly fingers clutched around a variety of quills. Quills she'd saved from the horrors of the school's terribly dangerous hallways, of course! Those poor, lonely quills, abandoned and forgotten in the most dusty and cobwebby corners of the school, some even stepped on by mean people! Not only was Lorraine doing a good deed, freeing both the spiders of inconvenience and the quills of a life destined for desperate loneliness, she was being good and getting a nice new quill like Ms. Shiny Professor Lady had told her to!
The pale, veiny girl made her way unhesitatingly towards the desk where the shiny leg professor stood, a pleasantly serene grin on her dazed face. "Hey, hey, good morning, look, look, I got a lots of quills, maybe some will be one you like? Do you think I can keep them safe and here with you until I find the right one? It's hard to hold all of them and you can use some whenever you want, I don't think they'll mind." Lorraine then proceeded to sleepily dump her mass of rescued quills onto the nice professor's desk, keeping only a soft and battered pheasant feather quill that may have been green once in its long lifetime before settling herself in the closest seat possible. Keeping her fingers cramped at such awkward angles for such a long period of time was very tiring, after all!
Post by Cassandra Robinson on Jan 2, 2011 17:43:01 GMT -5
Cassandra walked into the classroom, posture impeccable as always, pleased at the similar setup of the room. Routine was good for students; whatever things the professor did differently would now stand out and allow attention to be focused solely on that detail. In this case, the board at the front of the room would be one the few changing features, describing the topic of the lesson that day. An excellent tactic, to be sure, as students could begin thinking and finetune their minds to the wavelength before the professor even began class.
Descending to the third row from the front--close enough to the front, but not invading the space of the two other students already in class--Cassandra moved to a seat near the middle of the chairs, chosen so no other students would have to climb awkwardly over her to get to a seat he or she wanted. She laid her bag gently to the floor, withdrawing a clean sheet of parchment and dating and titling it appropriately.
While the last class hadn't been...bad, per se, but it hadn't been good, either. Cassandra, with the naturally skeptical mind that enjoyed finding flaws in order to fix them, had mentally noted a few of the more disturbing problems from her experience from the first lesson. The practice session, for instance, while transitioned well from the theorization (which hadn't even been properly solidified by the professor, who had seemed content to only quell the bickering), had been lacking in structure, likely because the spells' incantations were never expressively taught. How were students with no knowledge of charms supposed to do anything at all? And in any case the spells themselves--while somewhat related to each other in structure--seemed rather advanced for an "introductory let's-see-what-you-can-do" class. Perhaps charms was one of the more easily grasped branches of magic, but the majority of the student population were not Cassandras (or rather--shouldn't be) and could not be expected to all read textbooks and supplementaries in their spare time. Learning just one--perhaps two--focused topics each class seemed the best way to go about things, as all other classes at Firefox did, as students that were overwhelmed with too many concepts at once would likely become bored, giving up before mastering even one idea.
Of course, there had been good points to balance the bad. Discussing theory, for instance, before practical application. Few other classes had dwelled too long on the how, and Cassandra had found herself thinking more deeply about the basic nature of magic, something always taken for granted and shuffled to the back of her mind, and this had opened up an entire realm of ideas and concepts for her to study, of which she was eager to pursue.
Post by Leon Foster on Jan 12, 2011 8:50:55 GMT -5
Leon walked down the halls of the school finishing a buttered toast, ready to get started with his day. First off, Charms. He enjoyed the theoretical discussions they had in class, though it frequently descended into arguments which bothered the other students. His Gryffindor nature kept his fighting spirit strong in the midst of a debate, however, and he'd hardly noticed when the last discussion had come close to being a brawl.
It was only really Phugsius and the red-headed Hufflepuff who were all that grumpy, wasn't it? Everybody else was just getting their points in. Nadia could've phrased it better but...well, it was in the past. Leon didn't really have to dwell much on it. The thing that had bothered him was when Professor Pendragon gave him back his paper telling him to 'put more of himself' into it. Couldn't she have told the class from the start they were writing an essay on Charms? He could've written it better...he would have gotten more points.
He arrived in class and noticed that none of his friends had arrived yet. The newly appointed Ravenclaw Prefect, Lorraine Cunningham, and the kid from Astronomy. Lorraine and the kid seemed to have become fast friends, while the Ravenclaw Prefect sat diligently and prepared for class. He hadn't actually met many Ravenclaws...in fact, had he met any Ravenclaws? And the idea that he might actually get to see what they were like made him suddenly feel excited. Students had only just started coming in, right? They had plenty of time to chat before class. He took a seat next to Cassandra.
"Hello," the young wizard said to her, "you're the new Prefect from Ravenclaw, right? I'm Leon Foster, from Gryffindor."
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Post by Nadia Fairchild on Jan 12, 2011 14:18:29 GMT -5
Another day, another gauntlet of classes to run. Nadia both appreciated and despised that Charms was the first on the list. On the one hand, at least none of the other classes were so heavily focused on theory, which Nadia hated. On the other hand, it was right after breakfast, and so her brain was running even more slowly than usual. And what was that grade about on her last paper anyway? Make her answers 'more focused'? And who didn't know about Jack and the Beanstalk? Were wizards so out of touch that they didn't even know any fairytales? Probably.
Needless to say, Charms was quickly becoming her least favorite class, and she was feeling less warmly toward it by the second when she saw that the class was set up the same as it had been before, and some equally vague discussion topic had been written on the board. Why had she even bothered to show up? It was obvious that she couldn't even discuss theory properly. Last time, she'd almost started a fight, because she'd spoken without thinking, as was her way.
At least this time she wasn't first, so she didn't have to sit alone while she watched everyone else sit with their friends and ignore her, until she spoke, and then have everyone glare at her for opening her big trap. She surveyed her options for who to sit near in class. First, there was the strangest Hufflepuff Nadia had ever seen, who had dumped a bunch of old quills on the teacher's desk. Then, there was a Slytherin boy, practically drooling over the teacher, which, honestly, Nadia didn't get. Sure, she was pretty, but she was tall and lanky, with an athletic build, and almost no curves to speak of. Finally, there was a duo. A Gryffindor boy she recognized as Leon (she didn't know his last name), and the Ravenclaw prefect. Oh boy. If she sat with them, she could imagine that's she'd probably annoy the Ravenclaw, who, after all, was probably the only one in the class who actually got all this theory stuff.
Still, she wasn't going to sit by herself again, like a total loser. So, she sat a desk away from the duo, on Leon's other side, with a space in between them, in case his prefect friend wanted to sit with him. Not that she'd mind if Whites sat with them. The more the merrier and all that. She was just resolved not to say anything during this lesson, until the practical part, of course. She wished she had some duct tape, though. She knew that sooner or later, her big mouth was going to get her into trouble.
Post by Cassandra Robinson on Jan 16, 2011 1:52:17 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrows as Leon took a seat next to her without even a how do you do. Cassandra didn't resent the company, and he seemed to have a decent enough character--he did associate with Whites, after all, a fellow prefect--but she would've appreciated being asked before he simply claimed the seat. Of course she would've said yes, go ahead, but that was all irrelevant because it was the asking part that mattered.
"Yes, I am the Ravenclaw prefect, Cassandra Robinson. It's nice to make your acquaintance, Leon Foster," she said, carefully enunciating his name with the inflections he had spoken. She generally made it a rule to never smile--Really? A friendly, smiling, cheery-faced prefect? That was authoritative how?--but did take the courtesy to arrange her expression into something neutrally pleasant. No need to scare him off. Even if he had just taken the seat next to her without even asking.
Well, a Gryffindor would be a Gryffindor, she supposed. Slytherins wouldn't blink at backstabbing, Hufflepuffs were...special (if not simply idiots), Ravenclaws were curious about the world around them. And Gryffindors were brash, with a tendency of narcissistic pride. Nothing to it.
Interestingly enough, though, was that he already knew of her position as prefect. Cassandra hadn't realized the newly appointed prefects' names would be widely publicized and that students would actually recognize let alone pay attention to such announcements, but perhaps he had heard of this from Whites? Even more surprising was Leon's confident decision to sit next to a prefect, of all things, of his own free will. Suspicious at best. Who would want to be in such close proximity to a prefect in the hopes of saving House points? Wasn't it natural to stay as far under the radar from a prefect as possible? Prefects couldn't take points in the presence of superiors such as professors, but that wasn't necessarily a wide-spread knowledge. Perhaps Leon, being one of the few upstanding young men in the world, had taken it upon himself to get to know the law enforcement?
Or he could be shamelessly brownnosing, she mused. That too.
Only one way to find out.
"How can I be of assistance to you?" she said, manners immaculate. He had initiated the conversation, he would be responsible for topic fishing. If he was going to make this awkward, it'd be his fault, not hers. Briefly, her dark green eyes appraised the flash of red she could see beyond Leon's tantalizingly muscular bulk, managing to catch the glint of glasses. Ah, that's right, Cassandra remembered her, it was the girl that had proposed potions as being liquid charms. Interesting theory, she'd have to look into later. Even if the actual proposition of the theory hadn't quite adhered to, say, common courtesy.
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jan 16, 2011 4:49:36 GMT -5
Ryo had rushed in behind Nadia and took a seat in the back of the room. Oh, the lesson hadn't started yet. What luck! Nadia... he had the strangest feeling when he looked at her. The boy couldn't help but stare for a moment until he realized something that made him gasp. Red hair, check. Glasses, check. Pasty complexion, check. It was her! Oh well, no need to tell her something she didn't need to know.
He looked over to see Leon and the Ravenclaw Prefect chatting. What was her name again? Cassy or something like that? Had she been in any of his classes? Hmm, he wasn't sure. Ravenclaws were a bit rare these days. Especially since that odd kid seemed to fade away or something. He hadn't died or anything, had he?
Cyan still hadn't taken a seat. Was he checking out the professor? Good Gods! That boy had a problem. He got a boner for every female teacher in the school. Sure, the divination professor was hot as hell, but she was part something. No human was that hot. Besides, half humans never smelled completely human. What could make someone hotter? He would have to look that up later. Back to Cyan. Most likely to sexually harass a female teacher, he mused to himself.
Last Edit: Jan 16, 2011 4:50:58 GMT -5 by Ryoko Kanagawa
Seeing as he was the first student there, Cyan meekly sat somewhere in the first row, gently setting down his bag and sliding into a chair.
Cyan had totally taken a seat, thankyouverymuch.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Amira Raines on Jan 16, 2011 17:47:52 GMT -5
Amira walked into the charms classroom. There were only about six other people plus the professor. "Morning," she said to the professor. Her blue eyes gave a quick glance at the teacher's desk. She did a double take. So many quills... what happened there? She continued walking when she saw Lorraine. That explained everything.
She took a seat next to her Hufflepuff friend, Lorraine. It didn't occur to her that this was probably a bad idea. "Hey," she said. The prefect looked over and saw Cyan. He seemed too busy checking out the teacher. Boys. Always something.
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