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Post by Jean-luc des Bois on Jan 2, 2011 13:56:01 GMT -5
Jean was walking about his classroom, the large room which he had caused to be even larger was now filled with the typical summer field one found outside of the castle when the weather wasn't horrible. He strode over the grass towards his desk which now resembled a gnarled tree stump with a flat top. He took a seat behind it and rearranged some papers. Looking to his side he had a brilliant idea. He took out his wand and walk around the class creating trees. The classroom quickly stopped resembling a leafy glade and now had the pleasant appearance of a forest clearing.
The enchanted dome roof gave the feeling of openness, conjuring up a small stream to flow on the one side of the class made it feel even more peaceful. He tapped his wand to a tree and the surface grew wide and flat, upon it a blackboard formed. The waved his wand and a piece of chalk wrote upon the surface.
"Jean-luc des Bois
Defense Professor
Pre-class get together"
He smiled at the beautiful calligraphy, turning around he realised he had almost forgot to make seating for the children. Waving his wand once more there sprouted numerous large toadstools in a circle for the students to occupy. His classes would hardly ever be about theory. He never liked theory in his years at Beauxbatons.
He sat cross legged on the warm grass as he smiled t the entering students. "Good Morning my young ones." He beamed at them. "Please take a seat on the toadstools we will start the lesson in a bit, just waiting for more students."
((this is before actual class starts so he can see what he is working with))
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 2, 2011 14:06:41 GMT -5
When Martin hurried to the Defence class, he certainly did not expect what he walked in on. "Sorry Professor, I must be lost," he said and turned around. It was only then when he saw the writing on the blackboard, saying that he was indeed the Defense Professor. So either this man was also lost, or crazy, or this was just going to be a very strange class. "O...kay," he said numbly as he stumbled over to a toadstool. He poked it a few times to see if it would be able to hold his weight.
After sitting down exactly across from the professor, he looked around him. It was quite beautiful... Martin absolutely adored nature. The thought crossed his mind that this man could easily be a herbology professor too.
He waited... and waited... until it felt like weeks had passed. "Thank God!" he said softly to himself as some students finally poured into the class. He didn't like being alone with professors... It always seemed to be a bit uncomfortable...
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Post by Charlotte Benet on Jan 2, 2011 14:37:16 GMT -5
Charlotte was a bit irritated, it was the first week back and she had already had 3 hours of dance. And two core classes. She liked school but missed the days of vacation when she could relax and not worry about school.
Her next class was defense. She had taken this class for six years already and wasn't sure what else they would be able to teach her. In her mind she was already a master at this.
She wrinkled her nose when the proffesor told her to sit on the toad stools. She used her wand to clean the stool off and layed down a protective charm so it would not dirty her robes.
She tried to snap out of her bad mood. Deciding to at least give the class a try.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 3, 2011 16:11:34 GMT -5
Victoire woke up late, sleeping through all of her roommates getting dressed. "oh non! Je suis en retard!" she said, throwing the covers off of her and running to wash her face quickly. She threw on some clothes and her robes before throwing her hair up and running down the stairs.
Victoire walked into her Defensive spells class and was glad that the bell hadn't rang yet. She looked around and thought that she was in the wrong class for a moment, but knew she was wrong when she looked up at the board. She looked at the toadstools and laughed, thinking about how funny it was that the professor put toadstools there. she covered her mouth, trying to make the professor think that she wasn't laughing. She took a seat in a spot near the front, but not too close to the teacher.
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Post by Gabrielle Sophie Yearly on Jan 7, 2011 1:50:09 GMT -5
Gabrielle Yearly was studying her timetable for the seventh time in the last few minutes and still couldn't decide what to do. Something was wrong with her schedule as she had two different lessons at same time. She bit her lower lip, knowing that the bell will ring any minute. She had to decide now, and whichever class she would chose, she will be in trouble for skipping the other one. She sighed and rolled her eyes, deciding to sort it out with teachers later today. Finally, the brunette witch decided to attend Defensive Magic which was one of her favourite subjects.
Gabs turned around on her heel and ran down the hallway, her smooth hair winnowing behind her like a kite in the wind. She reached the classroom and froze as she peeked inside. The room looked like enchanted forest, with trees everywhere, soft green grass groaning under students' and teacher's feet, and adorable toadstools arranged in a big circle. Gabrielle smiled merrily, walking inside. She looked around, searching for any familiar face. There were few students whose faces rang a bell in her mind but they were just colleagues she was just saying hi when passing each other on corridors. There was no one from her clique yet so she took a place next to the blond girl from the same year as she was. She also was from Papillonlisse but Gabs couldn't really link his face with a name. She sighed, putting her bag on the grassy floor and examined gathered students once more. Everyone was quiet or busy whispering, which was normal every time students were in the same room with a teacher. Obviously, no one would bubble about their love life or recent party they got drunk at. Gabrielle turned to the girl and smiled warmly.
"Hi. I don't think we know each other personally, I'm Gabrielle. We're on the same year, aren't we?"
Starting conversation was easy for her. Making new friends, that was what she loved. No matter how popular she was or how big her clique was, there was always someone she didn't know. And that was one of the best things in this school.
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Post by Rebecca Duvenage on Jan 10, 2011 5:59:56 GMT -5
Rebecca was late for her defence class. She wanted to skip it but was cornered by the ballet teacher as she made her way to her common room. She looked down in surprise as she felt her shoes stepping onto something soft. The whole room was filled with grass. "The hell?" she asked nobody in particular as she neared the circle. Why was she even here? She hated this class! She hated most classes. Why this class was mandatory was a mystery to her.
She walked over to the professor and stood right in front of him. "Why does this place look like a freaking fairy palace?" she asked him flatly. This was a waste of her time. Becca hated it when people tried to be cute and special! Sitting down on a friggen mushroom she took her wand out and chewed on the tip of it. It was a horrible habit, but she loved the warm sparky feeling between her teeth. She looked around her at the other students in the room. They were all gay.
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Post by Jean-luc des Bois on Jan 10, 2011 8:53:01 GMT -5
Jean sat on the floor still, looking at the students as they entered one by one, most of the faces he saw belonged on the advanced class roster, so he decided to see what they have learnt so far. A girl approached him and made a remarkably rude comment, “Oh of course this would look like fairy palace to you,” Lowering his voice to a whisper “Lesbians don’t tend to like things that are pretty and dainty, n’est-ce pas?” Raising his voice again “Today we will test your ability at defense.”
As he rose to his feet the words on the blackboard changed, pairing up the students in the class, they would have a little sparring contest the class was also divided into 2 groups. “You'll have to help defend those on your side as well as try and subdue those opposing you.” He grinned at them this would be a good exercise to see how their magic was. Manon had told him earlier that she would be late and the blackboard reacted thusly.
“Team 1
Martin
Victoire
Rebecca
Team 2
Charlotte
Gabrielle
Manon "
Opening the large circle the mushrooms started shrinking into the ground and the desk also sunk away beneath the greenery.
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Post by Rebecca Duvenage on Jan 10, 2011 16:04:30 GMT -5
Rebecca turned from the professor just as she heard the word 'lesbian.' She swung her head back and grinned mischievously. "Excuse me old man, I would appreciate if you but your abnormally shaped nose and forehead out of my sex life," she said with the fakest polite tone in her voice. Who did this guy think he was? Speaking to her like she was below him? Weren't the professors supposed to keep out of the students' personal lives? She sighed, shook her head and continued chewing her wand.
She listened to the perfume soaked man telling them what they were to do during that class. A duel? Stunning... Probably one of those no damage, no illegal curses, no fun duels. Those were all they ever had in school. Completely and utterly useless! "Oh yay!" She muttered under her breath. "What an imaginative lesson. First he welcomes us into a room that screams pedophilia, and then he let's the children fight..." She sighed and picked up her bag.
Without warning she fell to the ground. The fungus she was sitting on had disappeared. Did someone use a cleaning charm? She stood up and rubbed the dirt from her school robes. She hated them. The blue made her look like a prissy little twit! "Duel? Fun..." she said and pointed her wand to a spot between the professor and a girl named Charlotte. "Bombarda maxima," she said with a smile as the ground exploded. Sending dirt every which way.
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Post by Jean-luc des Bois on Jan 10, 2011 16:14:07 GMT -5
The girl he figured as the one named Rebecca had pointed her wand at the spot of floor between Charlotte and himself. As the piece of grass and dirt exploded Jean was a bit too quick for her. When the dust settled there stood a large grizzly bear in the class sheltering the smaller girl.
Reverting to his normal human form the transformation was seamless. Standing there holding his wand aloft. "I didn't say you could start did I?" Jean's voice was dripping sarcasm. "You were to allow your opponents to get into a group, Miss..." Scanning the roster that was on the floor where the table had been "Duvenage was it?" He hadn't liked this girl from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. "Detention tonight 7:30 here in my class." He looked around at the conglomeration of students as they sorted themselves into their groups, where was Manon she couldn't be too late. "Ok so now, BEGIN." Walking into the background so he can observe them he melted into the scenery.
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Post by Alexandra Beaudolin on Jan 13, 2011 15:44:37 GMT -5
She thought she could just slip into the area, make like she'd been there the whole time, yeap.... not going to be late to this class... that was before the 45th bathroom break Alexandra had to take and therefore: made her late to class. she walked to the class area and said"sorry professor. will not happen again" She fanned herself. "pardon me, it's really hot in here."she said sitting down on a stool.The room started to spin in circles and the last thing she recalled was saying "oh shit!" in french before she blacked out. She woke up on the ground. "i'm ok... i think i need to be excused from class professor."
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Post by Madeline Serafine Henrie on Jan 13, 2011 15:48:08 GMT -5
Madeline was late. VERY late. This was not like her at all but she had a fairly god explanation and a note from the school nurse. You see she had previously had a really bad hissy fit because someone had hexed her bag with some sort of slime hex and when she put her hand in it she had thrown an incredible anger fit and almost blown up a few suspects. Because naturally she had sprung wings, beak and fire balls. Needless to say it had taken a LONG time for her to calm down enough for her wings to retract into her skin. She was still a bit pissed off and it wouldn't take a lot to make her loose it again.
So now she was rushing to Defense class approximately half an hour late. She opened the door of the classroom and almost fell back out because the first thing that greeted her was a huge explosion. She walked in and noticed that she was now in a forest with a few other students and a teacher. She rubbed the side of her head. She was really confused. Why was she in a forest? Why was there an explosion? Was she even in Defense class?
She decided to go hand the teacher the note. It read:
She walked up to him and handed him the note. "I'm sorry I'm late"
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 9:45:17 GMT -5
Victoire grinned as she was put in a group with Martin. she looked at him and winked. she really liked Martin, and knew that he liked her from the he was around her, always blushing or messing up, which she found adorable.
Victoire looked over at, who she found was, her other partner Rebecca. 'oh great! paired with miss drama' she thought as she watched her have a fit. she stood up quickly when she noticed that her chair was starting to disappear. 'here we go,' she thought as she set her bag down against the wall, and took her wand out. as she did that, she was surprised when Rebecca did some charm on the ground.
Victoire waited for the professor to say start and when he did, she sent a stupify charm at Charlotte. she walked to the rest of her group, just in case one of them needed protection.
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Post by Caprice Rosa Giovanni on Jan 26, 2011 9:21:05 GMT -5
((Caprice hasn't been added to the people with powers, but she was approved))
Late again. Cappa spent way too much time day dreaming, that was painfully clear to her now. She just wanted to get to class and hope she hadn't been missed too much. In her small, golden dog form complete with it's pink-furred ears she bounded into the classroom, knowing there would be no sense in attempting to cover the fact that she was late. Instead walked through the door and looked around. A forest? she was to attend defensive magic courses in a Forrest this year? Spotting, and hearing an explosion the currently canine girl sprung back with a whimper of surprise.
She approached the man clearly teaching the class, he seemed to be locked in a tense situation with Rebecca, who Caprice had met once or twice prior to this moment but never truly gotten to know. She was aware of the girl's sexuality and found her very attractive. Caprice re-assumed human form in mid step. "Sorry I'm late professor. I won't make excuses. I just am."
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