Rebecca Davenport
Hogwarts Staff
Ravenclaw Head of House Professor COMC & Arithmancy
watch where you step please
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Post by Rebecca Davenport on Oct 27, 2008 19:31:00 GMT -5
{This is a NEWT level course. The minimum OWL grade is an E}
Ah, the start of another school year. Inquisitive minds ready to learn, eager to be filled with knowledge. Or so Professor Davenport hoped.
The NEWT level group was always a small one, and a much more casual class than Becca usually taught. The students always seemed to be sharp and ready to work even if she did forgo some of the standard classroom conformities. She was going to be without some familiar faces, but was looking forward to the new students who would be joining this particular group.
For this particular class, desks had been pushed towards the back of the room, out of the way for the next hour or so. She had set up her standard large work table near the front and had laid out a fairly decent tea that could be enjoyed as they worked as a group. The students for this class were nearly adults and no reason shouldn't be treated as such.
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Dante Vroom
Ravenclaw Prefect
Seventh Year
It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny.[on:Looking for trouble][of:Other stuff]
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Post by Dante Vroom on Nov 2, 2008 17:15:06 GMT -5
Oh how he had missed his numbers. A smile was hard to find on the Prefect's face lately, but it shown bright as he entered the classroom. It was just as it had been last year, which Dante was pleased to see. It meant that they would probably be doing things similar to the way it was all done last year. Though in the back of his mind Dante hoped there was something more to this year than the last. Not that the content was dull. Just that he hoped not to repeat lessons or information. It was his last year after all, and Dante wanted to be sure to learn as much this year as all the other years combined. He had to, if he did not learn, he might never get a chance like this again.
So he walked into the room ready, complete with a grin. Confidence was something he had aquired a bit more of since the summer, and his new position added still more. “Good day Professor,” he said joyfully setting his one notebook and book down and taking a seat in. His other hand was not free however, as he had in it a mug of coffee that he had the house elves make for him before he had started toward the classroom. He knew there would be tea in the room like last year. But Dante always found the rich taste of a good cup of coffee more enticing.
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Tianne Webster-Barrett
Ravenclaw Prefect
Sixth Year
i'm developing a language and i'm calling it my own.
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Post by Tianne Webster-Barrett on Nov 8, 2008 18:51:11 GMT -5
Arithmancy. It was one of Tianne's favourite subjects, one of her best, and was taught by one of, ifnot, her favourite teacher. Okay, so that may have been a little biased, considering that she was the Ravenclaw head of house, but Tianne had always felt that she was fair woman. There weren't many teachers at Hogwarts that Tianne didn't like, although a few didn't like her, but still. Of all the people that she didn't hate, she didn't have Professor Davenport the most. You know, if that actually makes any sense at all.
And then there was the subject itself. It made sense to Tianne, she liked the logic of numbers, she liked using them for things. There was no iffy answer, it was always right or wrong. There was a point to it, and Tianne actually respected that. Wow, she was a nerd.
Taking herself to her Arithmancy classroom, her robes neatly pressed and cleaned, Tianne arrived just after her fellow Ravenclaw prefect. She would have caught up to him before entering, but she only noticed him at the last minute, so she couldn't have, really. Straightening the badge that sat on the right side of her robes, Tianne grinned, and entered through the door. "Hello." She grinned to the boy, taking a seat just two seats away from him. Slinging the bag off her shoulder, Tianne leaned back, and smiled some more. "Hey, Professor."
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Nov 9, 2008 19:18:25 GMT -5
Ahhh Arithmancy. It was a topic that she didn't particularly like, nor did she particularly hate. It was like the half-empty gallon of vanilla ice cream sitting in the freezer. Wait, no, it wasn't. That was a horrid analogy. Sophia shook her head as she walked towards the classroom, too tired to really think of anything clever to compare the class with. Numbers were always a little confusing to the Gryff girl, but she knew that they had their purpose, and a very interesting one at that. She wondered who would be in that class with her, knowing full well that a lot of her classmates had graduated. There were always the new NEWT students, the bright-eyed, bushy tailed students who had that fervor that died tragically over the summer in Sophia. It wasn't that she lost the desire to learn, but she was sorely lacking the motivation to be focused.
"Hi, Professor Davenport." She said as she entered the classroom, mustering as much cheer as she possibly could. She took a seat near the front of the class, knowing that she wouldn't pay attention if she sat near the back. She noticed that Dante and Tianne were already seated, and she offered them a smile. They always seemed like such nice people. She made it a goal to try and get to know everyone at least a little in this last year of hers. She placed her books down and waited for the class to begin.
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Nov 10, 2008 15:53:55 GMT -5
He was going to be late, he just knew it!
Henry darted along corridor after corridor, the seconds ticking away until the start of class. He rounded the corner into the Arithmancy Class corridor, and made for the classroom door, which stood ajar, narrowly avoiding running into a gaggle of second years as he went. He glanced at his gold pocket watch, which was, as always, at home in his left pocket, and which he had just pulled out by it's golden chain tied to his belt loop in order to examine. It was for this reason that he missed the small detail of the door swinging closed with surprising speed and force as he turned through the doorway.
As one might expect, the door hit him almost head on, throwing him backward into the door frame where he slid down to the floor, the wind knocked utterly from his lungs. A moment later, he saw a small, floating being with a broad, evil smile, and heard the maniacal laugh, all of which belonged to the most skilled of pranksters, and utter enemy of prefects, Peeves the poltergeist.
As Henry coughed to try and bring oxygen back into his body, Peeves zoomed off up the corridor, and around the corner. At about that moment, he felt someone's hand touch his shoulder, a gesture he appreciated, though one which he waved off as he continued to cough and struggle to regain himself. Like all of Peeves's 'jokes', this happening was far from life threatening, however sadistically unpleasant it might be for the subject.
Henry struggled to his feet, and caught up his bag as he made his way into the room, stumbling slightly in the slight daze the door impact had left lingering...or maybe it was when his head his the stone of the door frame. Through the confusion at what had just happened, the person who had tried to help him had completely slipped his mind, though came back to it's forefront halfway through his third step into the room. With the sudden recollection came a fair bit of curiosity, which he exercised by turning on the spot to see who the person had been, stumbling, tripping, and falling on his rear once more...
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Nov 13, 2008 15:08:00 GMT -5
Another year of Advanced Arithmancy, Connor was rather looking forward to it. The seventh year made his way up to the third floor, casually negotiating the hoards of people bustling this way and that. He pushed past a small group of gathered people, muttering a small, " Excuse me, " he wasn't sure why all of the traffic seemed to have gathered right where he needed to be, but it dispersed quickly with the arrival of Henry. " Uh...? " Connor didn't really know what had happened, as he hadn't been paying much attention, but the guy didn't look too good.
" You alright? " Connor reached forward and touched Henry's shoulder lightly, thinking that he just needed to regain some control of himself for a moment. He took a few steps back, gave him some room, and allowed for him to walk into the classroom first. Connor shrugged his shoulders, thinking it was just... one of those things... but was startled as Henry suddenly turned on his heel and ended up falling over. Again. " Henry... you've gotta stop doing that. " He muttered, taking a few steps forward and offering the guy a hand so he could stand up and hopefully not fall over again.
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Rebecca Davenport
Hogwarts Staff
Ravenclaw Head of House Professor COMC & Arithmancy
watch where you step please
Posts: 698
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Post by Rebecca Davenport on Nov 17, 2008 0:38:50 GMT -5
The class looked fairly complete so Becca decided to get started. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the NEWT level Arithmancy course," she began, serving herself a cup of tea and taking a seat at the table with the students. "You are in here because you have earned an E or higher on your OWL, so I'm assuming you know the basics. Just so that you are aware, I run this class a little differently than the others. You will working hard, I assure you, but we are a lot more casual here doing this class more in a seminar style than a lecture. This year, you will be responsible for a research project, and while some of our classes will be spent where I give you information, many times it will be you giving it to the class. So before we start, any questions?"
She calmly took another sip and eyed the NEWT students as she waited for any questions they might have. While she knew that most of them would never actually use this subject's particulars in their day to day lives, this was a standard for many NEWT classes she had sat through when she was a sixth and seventh year.
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