Post by marvin on Jan 27, 2008 4:11:27 GMT -5
Todays lesson as one which Professor Atwood did not enjoy giving, and yet it made it become one of the more fun lessons to give. Although the seventh years may object todays lesson was to be a review. Being one of the last lessons of the year the seventh years by this poijt should know all the stuff, therefore notes were not needing to be taken for this lesson. The lesosn was instead to learn things the seventh years wanted to know, if they were stuck on it, or for Professor atwood to drill their minds with questions to answer to the point they wished the exam had come already. For the seventh years were about to face their NEWTS and Marvin knew it was important for them all to manage to get good grades, or at least for him to try his hardest to get them to achieve them.
The classroom was set up in a more lazy fasion to usual. Although there were not beanbags like he had done with a few previous lessons, the chairs were arm chairs, plus there were tables incase the sventh years wished to scribble down a few forgotten facts or problematic subjects which they wished to remember or research more for. On a table in the center of the classroom were nibblies and drinks. Marvin trusted his seventh years to not have a food fight in the middle of th classroom so he did not mind placing food out for them to have. The house elves had happily brought food up to the classroom upon Marvins request.
The decor of the room for today was a mixture of things the seventh years had learnt all throughout the previous two years. Photo's of merlin, pyramids, diffrent kinds of wizards and assortments of weapons, sheilds and clothing coaed the walls and made the room look slightly like Professor Atwood had just randomly picked out things from behind his curtain and thrown them higgeldy piggeldy around the room. However there was an odd form of order to the things scattered around the classroom and Professor Atwood himself sat at the front of the classroom with a funny knitted beanie upon his head. It was made of many different kinds of wool and bits and pieces of different coloured wool stuck out at funny angles in odd places. Yet for some reason, with all the stuff around the room, it seemed to fit with the theme of it all.
Professor Atwood himself sat in a large, red, comfy looking armchair at the front of the classroom. A small spindly legged table sat next to him with a large cup of coffee upon it and a plate with 2 cookies upon it. He was relaxing and waiting for his seventh years to arrive. He hoped they would not be long because he as eager to teach the lesson. Upon seeing this sight, one might wonder wether giving the already enthusiastic History of Magic Professor coffee, was really an intelligent idea.
The classroom was set up in a more lazy fasion to usual. Although there were not beanbags like he had done with a few previous lessons, the chairs were arm chairs, plus there were tables incase the sventh years wished to scribble down a few forgotten facts or problematic subjects which they wished to remember or research more for. On a table in the center of the classroom were nibblies and drinks. Marvin trusted his seventh years to not have a food fight in the middle of th classroom so he did not mind placing food out for them to have. The house elves had happily brought food up to the classroom upon Marvins request.
The decor of the room for today was a mixture of things the seventh years had learnt all throughout the previous two years. Photo's of merlin, pyramids, diffrent kinds of wizards and assortments of weapons, sheilds and clothing coaed the walls and made the room look slightly like Professor Atwood had just randomly picked out things from behind his curtain and thrown them higgeldy piggeldy around the room. However there was an odd form of order to the things scattered around the classroom and Professor Atwood himself sat at the front of the classroom with a funny knitted beanie upon his head. It was made of many different kinds of wool and bits and pieces of different coloured wool stuck out at funny angles in odd places. Yet for some reason, with all the stuff around the room, it seemed to fit with the theme of it all.
Professor Atwood himself sat in a large, red, comfy looking armchair at the front of the classroom. A small spindly legged table sat next to him with a large cup of coffee upon it and a plate with 2 cookies upon it. He was relaxing and waiting for his seventh years to arrive. He hoped they would not be long because he as eager to teach the lesson. Upon seeing this sight, one might wonder wether giving the already enthusiastic History of Magic Professor coffee, was really an intelligent idea.
