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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 17, 2008 15:54:35 GMT -5
Unlike the previous classes, the Headmistress had actually risked sitting behind Brady’s desk. No jinx or hex or other misfortune had befallen her… yet. She still had yet to try any of the compartments for a lesson plan. After five school years of all outright war against the man in a time long-long ago, she knew he could be just as creative as she could. So, instead she sat there, fingers of one hand rapping impatiently against the hardwood surface.
Teaching, Raynor had found, was actually a great love of hers. And while she could have been stuck with worse than substituting for a Transfiguration class, it was still frustrating. Transfiguration was an excellent skill when properly mastered; one of the most useful in any situation. It was difficult and complex and the Professor enjoyed its rigor. However, it was not what she should be teaching the students. While she might have been able to twist the subject creatively to suit what the students needed in the upper echelons of the class, she could not do so with second and third years. The tricky thing about Transfiguration was that before one could practically apply it, one had to master it. She doubted the majority of the twelve and thirteen years old could.
It was bad enough that in her new position teaching regularly was not an option. It was worse when she could not teach the material the students needed.
A frown crossed her lips as she observed the rooms set up before her. The desks were back and had been arranged into a circle – the only way Raynor ever would use them. There was still the question of why she had to be instructing this class. It looked as if one good wave of a wand could have pushed Brady over this morning… and that it would have been a mercy to do so. Resigned, the Headmistress finally admitted to herself that she would have to confront him about it. She had noticed he had seemed a little off color at the End of the Year Feast… but that had been months ago. The summer did not seem to have improved his condition.
If the man decided to let himself go, Raynor was quite indifferent on the manner. However, when it affected the students as it was now… it became her concern. With a grunt, she banished her current train of thought. That was for later. Right now she had to worry about the class that was due to walk through the door any minute now.
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Post by Fyona Richards on Apr 18, 2008 17:47:39 GMT -5
First for this one. Fyona walked into the classroom as if she had been doing so all summer and without turning greeted the professor.
"Hello Professor Brady," But it was a good thing her side vision was working it the front wasn't. Why, it wasn't Professor Brady at all but some imposter. No, it was Professor Raynor. The woman was known for going hard on her students but there had to be a soft spot in there somewhere. Fyona smiled, tried to anyway, and greeted the professor again.
"I'm sorry Professor Raynor... Uhh. I thought you were... Someone else." What is she doing here anyway? Before she could even stop herself she felt the same words she had thought, slip right out of her mouth. "What are you doing here anyway?" She quickly clamped her hand over her mouth. She felt her cheeks start to burn and she started to stammer. For Merlin's sake get a hold of yourself Fyona!
"I hadn't meant to say that. What I meant was umm. Nothing." She turned around and found her seat. She looked didn't look at the woman sitting in his chair. Instead she looked down at her hands which she found playing with each other. She hoped this wasn't going to be a habit again. Blushing and saying stupid things that she hadn't meant to say.
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Post by hannah on Apr 19, 2008 3:12:07 GMT -5
Memories of last term's class of Transfiguration came flooding back to Hannah while she made the trek to the fourth floor classroom. The girl slightly remembered she hadn't really learned that much, except how to completely ignore and tune people out. So thus, Hannah couldn't remember exactly what they got taught last term, but she knew there was button involved. What they were going to do with that button, Hannah had no clue and didn't look it up for preparation for today's class.
Good thing that Hannah still had the notes in her abyss of a bag from last term. Making a mental list in her head, Hannah added that onto tonight's homework plan. Wandering into the classroom, her mind on other things, the young Raven took a seat at the front of the classroom, getting out a small parchment pad and quill out of her bag for that class, she sat them on the desk, plus her wand as well.
It wasn't until she looked up from her desk that her eyes spied an unusual sight. Expecting to see Professor Brady standing at the front of the classroom, or sitting at his desk, instead she found her former HOH, Professor Raynor and Hannah's eyes went wide. What was she doing here? Were they in trouble all ready for something Hannah had no idea of? Eyes slowly going away from her Professor, they searched the room and Hannah found only one other person there besides herself.
That was good, at least she wasn't alone. Giving the other girl a small smile, Hannah remembered that she was from her Transfiguration class last term, so maybe they really were in trouble for not paying attention in class last year. Turning her eyes back to Raynor, Hannah gave her a big smile, figuring she might as well start with a smile that almost always got her out of her trouble, if they really were in trouble.
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Post by jethro on Apr 20, 2008 23:57:57 GMT -5
Transfiguration was actually a subject Jethro enjoyed. For one, he had done considerably well last year. Although it needed allot of concentration and actually interest in the subject, the Gryffindor had found this to be something he wanted to perfect in his schooling. The boy had made a great deal of effort to reach this class on time, having been late for allot of other classes already today. Once reaching the Fourth Floor, the Lion smiled to himself, pushing open the door to Transfiguration. As he stepped through, remembering that like allot of his other classes, this one was to be joint.
"Hi Professor Bra-Raynor..." the boy said, his bright smiling faltering slightly. Not only was this weird, but also kind of confusing. He expected that there was a good reason for the change, and the reason for so would be explain all in good time. Jet simply shrugged it off, knowing that teachers had to be substituted sometime, and merely took his seat at in the circle of chairs. The Gryffindor gave a small wave to Hannah, before smiling again and glancing up to a Third Year of whom he didn't know. No Matty what, the boy was still excited about getting into Transfiguration again today.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 21, 2008 20:06:53 GMT -5
NOOOOOOOOO!
Jeremy had managed to skate through his previous year, managing to find one excuse or another not to bring out his wand and actually use it. He had forgotten it, already done the spell and reversed it when the professor wasn't looking, the Deva had taken it and hadn't given it back... Jeremy had even claimed that Drew had stolen it. With a little ingenuity, Jeremy had managed to never actually perform a single spell.
But there was Professor Raynor. Jeremy hadn't sat in many of the woman's classes, but he knew she was no nonsense. Was there an excuse the Headmistress would believe? Still angry at Hannah for being late to school and scaring him, the Ravenboy took the farthest seat away from his housemate and slunk down low so that his nose was barely over the table.
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Claire Desrosiers
Slytherin
Third Year
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Post by Claire Desrosiers on Apr 21, 2008 20:57:27 GMT -5
For this second year, Claire enjoyed learning about transfiguration but sometimes had difficulties depending what the lesson was. So while climbing from the dungeons to the fourth floor the girl did not whine as usual while waiting for a flight of stairs to move her way. Once on the right floor, she turned and headed down the corridor and went toward the classroom. However nothing really prepared her for the surprise Claire was about to get when she entered. Expecting to see Professor Brady, there was Professor Raynor the headmistress. This was awkward.
Claire stood there like an idiot at first but quickly came back to her senses with a dazed look on her face. But then she saw Fyona a fellow snake. "Hey Fyona." she greeted going up to the older girl.
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Post by Brenton Douglas on Apr 21, 2008 21:13:43 GMT -5
Seeing the rounded order the desks were in that day, Brenton thought maybe Brady had finally lost his mind and took everything with it. That would be a relief, one less class to worry about squinting at the boards or the examples the Professor made and chance the risk of being discovered by someone who didn't know his secret. The glasses were always safely tucked in his back pocket, in the case they came with, just as he promised his mammee he'd always have them on him.
During the summer, he'd been required to to wear the things at home, but once he hit Diagon or his mammee was at work (which was more than often), the glasses were returned to their spot. He did notice the difference in wearing them and not though.
Spotting his best mate, Brenton started toward him, then saw Hannah and then Claire. Why weren't any of them sitting together? They never were, and it was really bad! Brenton didn't want to leave Jeremy alone, but the girls...and why weren't they sitting together either? Urg!
Sitting down next to Jeremy, Brenton glared over his own misfortune. He could've sat with a Princess or a noblelady, but instead chose to sit with Jeremy. At least he was fun when he wasn't sulking. And it looked like another sulking time.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Apr 27, 2008 18:21:14 GMT -5
The second and third years began to trickle in, the first being a student the Professor actually did not know very well beyond name; Fyona Richards. Perhaps if she had, the comment that she blurted out might not have been so surprising.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
The Headmistress just stared at the girl as she started rambling out an apology, more startled than upset. She had received much worse in her years of employment at Hogwarts.
"The question is valid, Miss Richards," she commented, "no need to apologize for a question. But I agree, try to be careful of how you word them in the future."
She, however, did not answer it, preferring to wait for the entire class to assemble. Raynor did not quite feel like playing twenty questions where all the questions were the same. The reaction seemed universal, however. Eyes widen, smiles died, and for the most part she was considered in the same respect as a semi-hungry lion they had been caged with -- she could just see the tuff of what she believed was Jeremy Taylor's hair poking above his desk.
Merlin, this was going to be a long day.
"Welcome back to Transfiguration, Second and Third Years," she started. "Professor Brady was feeling a little ill today, so I will be covering your lessons until he is better." Except, she did not actually have a lesson plan... or plan of attack for that matter. She wrapped her fingers one last time on the surface of Brady's desk before moving in front of it.
"Can one representative from each year recap for me what you have learned so far in Transfiguration?"
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Maddyson Cross
Hufflepuff
Third Year
why cant we travel back in time?
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Post by Maddyson Cross on Apr 27, 2008 19:09:13 GMT -5
To tell the truth, Maddy was not having the best day. Sure, there had been worse, and but this day was never going to settle into her good books, it was just an off day. Maddy seemed to have a lot of off days, but that was noly because you couldn't tell whether or not it was an 'on' day, as she wasn't one to emit much emotion, unless it was directed at something bad. The only thing that was keeping the second year going, was that she had transfiguration that day, and that was one of her favourite subjects; she could live off just herbology, transfiguration and potions.
Walking in, Maddy was glad to see that she got there just in time. With a quick grin aimed towards the professor as she passed her, she made her way over to Jethro Stevens. "Hello." She squeezed in, just before the professor began talking. Hold on... Maddy thought, finally realising that it was not a man that fronted their class. "What is she doing here?" She whispered to Jethro, not in a rude tone, but in a confused, young voice. "Where's um... that other guy?" She whispered, just before the headmistress began her first question. Maddy didn't know how to answer it, and with such pressure (i.e being asked by the headmistress herself) there was no way that she was going to say anything.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 27, 2008 23:14:14 GMT -5
What had they done? Jeremy wasn't sure. He was vaguely aware of what they were supposed to be doing, but since he had spent most of the year avoiding using his wand, he hadn't really paid attention to the actual lessons. Something that had to do with buttons, but that was really about it.
He supposed it didnt' really matter. Hannah would tell what they had done. She usually paid attention and was a kiss-up know-it-all, so he could keep on hiding and think about how pretty Hannah looked when she was being a smarty-pants show off.
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Post by Artemis Tayern on Apr 28, 2008 10:51:06 GMT -5
It was quite the day for Art, he had just gotten back on schedule having been late for his other classes that very day. His clothes were pressed and looked good because he had run to the kitchens during their last break and he had the elves clean them up and press them out like usual he got to snack in the process, what a deal. For now he took his seat next to Fyona looking at Raynor privately wondering what was going on but he was reassured when Raynor had told him she was substituting in. He raised his hand when she asked for a representative to tell her what they had learned. Transfiguration like charms and DADA was among the few subjects he actually took serious notes in.
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