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Post by Devin Brady on Apr 16, 2008 0:37:22 GMT -5
The board was written on and in clear letters were the words NEWT TRANSFIGURATIONS: Advanced Transfigurations. This was of course his 6th year, and one of his introduction courses. Now instead of the full class, he was left with those who had done well, and even from that pile, only those who wished to continue. That meant he would be left with those willing to truly learn this art. And an art it was, in all honesty it was the hardest form of magic. It took the most concentration, and could be extensively difficult to figure out. So that left him to teach the students how to perfect this fine art, and that was what he would do... if he could survive that long.
Because the honest truth was that Devin Brady wasn't the same man he had been months ago. No he had become somewhat of a recluse, hell bent on finishing a project that only he knew of. And it was quite the project to do alone, one that was both energy and time consuming. So what would one expect from a man using the precious hours of the night to work. It was of course the only time he could manage it without others knowing. So when adding in living a regular life, it soon became clear that the man was being negatively effected. The bags under his eyes, and the scruffy facial hair had no intentions to contradict such, and the wrinkled robes only added on. Basically Devin Brady looked like a mess, and he was sure people would take notice.
But right now that didn't matter, what did matter was the fact that he would have to wait for his class, without falling asleep. So thats what he did, staring into space waiting, praying the day could be over sooner.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 16, 2008 0:49:20 GMT -5
The only wand class she was continuing with, and Felicity couldn't wait. The blonde had scored higher on the Transfiguration O.W.L. than she had on the Charms and was able to continue with the class. It was the only wand class the year before she hadn't had trouble with. Not once had she had to ask Drew for help with the work. She might have been a bit slow now and then in it, because she had to figure it out, but she did much better in this class than any of the other wand ones. Even when they'd been taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, Felicity excelled in Transfiguration and failed in both Charms and D.A.D.A.
Leaving the Great Hall, Felicity made her way upstairs to class, wondering who else besides Celina had made the O.W.L. for this class. Celina had passed all of them, so there was no doubt in Felicity's mind her best friend would be present in the class, but would Connor also be there? He was in every other single one of her classes, not that the Gryffindor minded, but she was curious.
Skipping down the corridor and into the Transfiguration classroom, Felicity's honey brown eyes landed on one sight that made her stare. What in the world happened to her Head of House? Last term the man had been as clean shaven and clear as Alexander was, but at the moment, he looked more like Drew did after their summer weekend camping trip.
"Hello Professor," Felicity greeted with extra cheeriness in her voice. Brady was another person she wasn't too sure how she felt about. Corey hadn't seemed to like him too much and the interview he gave Celina had been something else, but Felicity was just unsure.
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Apr 16, 2008 7:37:57 GMT -5
Transfigurations.
Lead by a professor that Celina couldn’t quite grasp if he was a good or a hostile character. Her nerves were shot when she went into this class half the time, so getting the OWL grade she needed to continue on was absolutely by pure chance, miracle even. Well, at least in her own mind. Devin Brady had a past with her brother, one that he admitted to being wrong with. And yet, Alfonz and she had gotten him out of a sticky situation when he really needed it. Of course, he also called out her brother…
It was confusing, nonetheless, for the Raven whether or not this man should be respected, or even paid attention to half the time. So, Celina did her best not to fight the urge just not to go to class, and walked in through the doorway. As she did, she heard Felicity’s speech towards Brady, but didn’t respond, for Celina had stopped to stare, mouth agape at the older man.
One of the first things that Celina ever remembered thinking about Brady was that he was a rather good-looking, charming older man. Older being…older than she and Alfonz, but younger than either of her parents. Not that one could tell that today. He was scruffy and his face looked all puffy and icky. His clothing was absolutely tattered and unprofessional, and it almost made Celina feel bad for the man…almost. At the same time she wondered if he had gotten beaten up, and slightly smirked.
Celina shook the horrible thoughts away, for it wasn’t very nice to think such things about anyone, but she knew Alfonz would get a kick out of it. She told herself that telling him probably wasn’t the best of all ideas.
Felicity hadn’t sat yet, and so Celina rounded her and pulled slightly on her robes to gesture to her to sit next to her. In the middle row Celina gestured to sit, for she wasn’t about to be too close to the man…what if he was sick or something? And Celina sat, still speechless…for what was there really for her to say?
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Anna Becket
Gryffindor
Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." [on:pronto al partito][of:endormi]
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Post by Anna Becket on Apr 16, 2008 9:13:13 GMT -5
Anna managed to get a pretty decent score for her Transfiguration OWL. That was good since she needed this class if she wanted to work for the ministry but in what job she wouldn't say. Strolling into the classroom, Anna didn't really wish to bug the professor since one, he was staring off into space and two, even though the man was head of Gryffindor Anna just didn't want to disturb him. He looked different compared to last term before the summer break. Wonder what happened to him.
Picking a seat, Anna put her messenger bag down and pulled out her wand to set it down on the desk. Then the girl became consumed in her own daydreams just staring down at the desk. More likely she would snap out of it before class started.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 16, 2008 18:56:48 GMT -5
Just a few paces in from the doorway, Felicity felt the sleeve of her robes being gently tugged as Celina tried walking by. It wasn't unnatural for Celina to ensure someone was to sit by her, at least as of late it wasn't. At the beginning of the previous fall, Celina hadn't seemed to be too fond of anyone taking up a spot near her, but was Felicity ever glad she did take that seat right next to the slightly crazy Ravenclaw in Herbology. How else were they to get to know one another?
And following in step, the blonde Gryffindor slid into a seat right next to Celina, letting her bag fall from her shoulder to the floor with a loud thud. Her wand was tucked safely in her robes and the only things in the bag were her books. It really was getting to be rather ridiculous just how many she'd taken to carrying around. It wasn't any good for her back either.
Smiling at Anna and waving briefly, Felicity leaned far over in her seat to get up to the dark-haired girl's ear and whispered, "what do you think happened to him?"
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Apr 17, 2008 9:21:02 GMT -5
Celina couldn't take her eyes off of Brady and how he looked. Rugged and all sorts of outta wack, Devin Brady looked as if he had never slept on top of being brutally beaten up. Celina still could feel the sides of her mouth turning into a spiteful smirk, though she tried her hardest not to. It wasn't nice to disrespect the man, even in thought, and yet, there he was. Right in front of them as if he had sunk clear under a rock and died there only to be reanimated into what he now was. Yes, that could have been a mild exaggeration...but only mild.
What Celina wanted to say was that he had gotten what he deserved....what she had wanted to tell Felicity was that those who did wrong to others, received wrong in return. But that would be telling too much, and Celina decided that just knowing her brother wasn't looking half as bad as the man standing before them, comforted her enough not to say it. Celina shrugged instead, finding no words that were appropriate enough to say out loud, though her eyes couldn't leave the disheveled transfigurations professor. "I don't know," she finally whispered, but in her mind she was thinking that after all the time had passed... Brady probably had picked on the wrong wizard...and got his ass kicked for doing so. Slowly...the smile started to form.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Apr 18, 2008 13:15:33 GMT -5
When Celina shrugged, Felicity's eyes turned to look at the man again. What had happened to the clean-cut man that had taught the previous year and was her Head of House? He still was the Gryffindor Head of House, one her of points in contact if she needed to go to someone for anything to do with her Prefectshipness. But how seriously could she take a man that looked like Brady did now? Her dad, if he ever had the chance to meet Brady, would take one look at him, grab his daughter and drag her out and away from him. He looked like one of the stereotyped men her dad had always kept her far away from on the streets.
It was really odd, to see him looking so poorly. But as Celina didn't know, Felicity was left to her own thoughts. Those thoughts lingered on things of fights and inner-battles that had taken over outwardsly. What happened?
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 27, 2008 19:50:13 GMT -5
Wearily, the Headmistress wrapped on the door frame of the Transfiguration Classroom on the fourth floor. The door was open, but she could hear hush murmurs from within and preferred not to disrupt the class any more than necessary. Running a hand through gray-streaked locks, a similarly colored eye poked into the room, caught sight of anxious student eyes and pulled out again.
“Professor Brady, a moment if you would?” She called through the doorway, before taking up post on the wall next to it. She would rather not disturb the class, but the rumors had been unsettling. She wouldn’t even be here at all if the Portraits had not threatened with keeping her awake for three days straight. Phineas’ idea, of course.
This… had not been on her agenda for the day. A nice quite morning and afternoon, sipping at tea and reviewing official documents for the school, had. Without classes of her own to attend to, it would have been a prefect way to distract herself – even if it would have been aggravating to know that she was setting over busywork when she could have been helping to teach the students how to defend themselves. What she had perceived as a “relaxing” day had been turned upside down.
The portraits of the past Headmasters and Mistresses had been in a flurry about a half an hour ago. Something or another about one the staff members having gone mad. And not just any staff member, but the usually impeccable Devin Brady. It had been useless trying to pull too many facts from the portraits, but she rather not think what “mad” could mean, especially with a man that practiced the dangerous art of Legilimens. She recalled him not looking too swift at both the End of the Year AND Sorting Feasts.
Her fingers brushed her wand concealed in her robes. She doubted she would need it. There would have been more commotion from past classes if she did. But the one thing she had learned – the hard way – was to never be too cautious.
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Post by Devin Brady on Apr 29, 2008 0:47:12 GMT -5
A weary Devin Brady stood up, as he ignored his classes quiet whispering. Little did they know that the state they he was in was due to them. Of course, it wasn't anything they did, just a coincidence really, but caused by them none the less. Alas they had no clue, so rumor would spread that Brady really had cracked, and he would continue pushing himself as he did. He decided that he would start class, now that everyone was there, or at least everyone who would be. So he making his way around to the other side of his desk, he leaned back for support, and began to talk. "Welcome class," he said, the words coming out in a hoarse voice, "This is of course is Transfigurations. As you should all remember, this year will be your introduction to NEWT level material. Such material will go into human transfiguration, other forms of advanced Transfigurations, and use of such in the everyday world. Then we will breach the some Transfigurations in duels, and in seventh year begin work on conjuring."
He sat back taking a deep breath before going to continue, "As you may have h..." but his introduction was cut off by a knock at the door. "Professor Brady, a moment if you would?" It was Raynor, not really the person he had been expecting to see at the moment, but thing happened. "Of course, Headmistress," spoke the polite voice, though it was obvious that he wasn't all that happy about the interruption. "Class why don't you read the introductions in your books while I go talk to Professor Raynor."
He sighed making his way to the door, and running his hands through his messy hair. Of course, Devin had no clue of what she wanted. For all he knew she could have found out what he was up to, or maybe something had happened, maybe she needed his help. But the mess of a man was in no way fit to help, his eyes were puffy and bloodshot, only bound to get worse. His body weak and tired, and his head pounding from an ever building head ache. "How can I help you Tamis?" he asked weakly.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 30, 2008 11:24:32 GMT -5
The smell preceded him. That might have been an exaggeration, but it did not make the stench register any less to Raynor's nose. It was the distinct odor that she had become much accustom to for a month during the summer. One she had not expected to encounter at Hogwarts, least of all with the man that was now joining her in the hall. While the rumors spreading had alluded to his current condition, she still had not expected it to be true. He looked like hell. Worse even than when she had hired him.
"How can I help you Tamis?"
The response left her lips before she could thwart it. "Showering would be a nice start," she grimaced.
Gray eyes actually took in the details of his appearance. Bloodshot eyes. Wrinkled clothes. Greasy hair. He was the complete opposite of the pressed and polished persona that Raynor was used to associating with Devin Brady. Why was he not taking care of himself? There did not appear to be anything ailing the man other than personal neglect and lack of sleep. But those two maladies cracked his voice and the Headmistress had a very good assumption that if she were to reach out and nudge him, he might fall over. Another grimace. Not that she would currently want to.
She was worried, it was true. It might have been her barely practiced maternal instincts, but she wanted nothing more than to sit the man down and find out how and why he had got into this state. However, she was not his mother. At the moment she was not his friend (if that was the proper word for their current truce in their rivalry). She was his employer. And as his employer, she had to worry more about the students and his capability in completing his job.
Holding up her hands, Raynor turned away from Brady, and then turned back, searching for words.
"How can you help me, Devin?" She repeated. "Merlin, you look --"She cut off, and shook her head, continuing much calmer. "I am not sure what is going on here, and right now there isn't time to find out. What are you thinking? Hogwarts' Reputation is all ready --" not the time to lecture the man either. "Go and... put yourself back together, man. You can't teach like this." She would not allow him to teach like this. "I don't want to see you back in a classroom until you have decided to resume practicing proper hygiene."
(( Apologies. Not the best. ))
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Post by Josh York on May 1, 2008 9:36:48 GMT -5
Josh wasn't quite sure if he should walk past the two adults standing just outside the room. He could only faintly hear what they were talking about, something to do with hygiene. From his hiding spot around the corner of the corridor, Josh attempted to plan his big move. He wondered if there was any way to get around the adults without them seeing him so he could get in the class and not be late. A soft sigh escaped him as he knew his attempt would be futile. Maybe he could sneak in behind the professor and sit before he turned around...
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Post by Felicity Hjort on May 1, 2008 15:32:03 GMT -5
But her thoughts weren't to last long. It was the voice that dragged her from her thoughts, snapped her back to the reality of what was happening. Why was Raynor's voice heard, but the woman not seen? Was the blonde finally going mad in her hatred for the woman? All right, so not so much hatred as contempt and major dislike, but Felicity was sure she really was going outright mad.
And just why was she calling for their professor? While Felicity was still unsure of her thoughts on the Gryffindor Head of House, she wasn't rightly happy about him being called away in her thoughts. This was a wand class she'd never had to ask Drew for help in and she'd passed the O.W.L. well enough to continue with the class, so why in her thoughts was Raynor actually taking away the man? Something wasn't right.
How true that was. Brady actually called back to the woman. Turning ever so slightly, the lioness saw just what was wrong, the woman had managed to actually make herself appear! Why? Why did she find the need to actually interrupt a wand class Felicity enjoyed and call away the professor? And just why, on top of all that, did she find the need to appear to talk to Brady during Felicity's class?!?!
Scowling at the woman, not caring if she was seen by anyone, Felicity haughtily turned herself back around in her seat. This better hadn't take very long, she wanted her lesson to continue and she wanted to learn Transfigurations, a class many said was difficult but the blonde found no trouble with.
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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 May 4, 2008 9:23:52 GMT -5
Ah, transfigurations. Possibly one of the most enjoyable classes along with charms. Those two classes seemed to be enjoyed by most. It seemed to Connor that they were the building blocks of witchcraft and wizardry. Well, charms at least. Transfiguration was just really cool to learn and to know.
He had passed Professor Raynor in the hallway, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him. Little did he know that this room was the woman's destination. He took a seat a few paces away from the small group already seated in the class, pulling a book out of his bag as he went along. Connor was oblivious to Raynor talking with Professor Brady as he felved into the world of Romeo and Juliet. Sappy? Yes. His sister had just recently read the book for the millionth time in a row and had sent it to him to read. In years past he had always poked fun at his sister for reading the book so many time, but now that he was reading it... He actually found himself... enjoying it.
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on May 9, 2008 8:51:35 GMT -5
Celina just rose an eyebrow at the whole scenario. Professor Raynor walked into their classroom, and Celina had only barely caught her entrance as she had glanced behind her to see Connor walk in. Her attempt to throw a friendly smile at him failed when the Head Mistress walked in, and instead her face became an awkward sort of 'what are you doing here' kind of look, that wasn't directed at Connor, but definitely could have been taken that way. Of course, Celina didn't realize and she followed the Head Mistress' path with her eyes and her head until she was speaking with Brady.
"What's going on?" Celina whispered to Felicity only needing confirmation of what she was seeing. Was Raynor really getting Brady to go away? A gigantic smile from ear to ear was placed upon Celina's face as she watched....what was that called? Karma?....put into action. Now all that would be better was for a refreshment of sorts, and possibly a snack. Propping her chin on her elbows and leaning forward she giggled to herself. At least later she'd have a topic to discuss with Alfonz that he would actually enjoy... it had been such a long time since she had seen her big brother laugh.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on May 9, 2008 23:37:38 GMT -5
"I don't know," Felicity answered, her eyes trailing to Connor's entrance, but trying to keep them off the Headmistress and her Head of House. What was going on? Did Raynor have to actually find it necessary to impose herself upon the class? Why? It was more than frustrating the woman found it necessary to be at nearly every corner Felicity made. All right, so it wasn't really that bad, but the blonde felt it was getting there. Giving her the badge was a mistake, Felicity knew it, but now she was even checking up on her classes?
Making a noise of much frustration, Felicity tried to focus on the board at the front of the room, finding it difficult now that her curiosity was ebbing. Why? What? Those were the two most important questions. Why was Brady looking how he was, and what was Raynor's problem? Seriously, Felicity wished the paper was still running this term, it would make a number of things easier, she could dig and dig without too much trouble following.
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