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Post by Tamis Raynor on Oct 2, 2006 20:02:43 GMT -5
To the fear of every sixth year currently taking a N.E.W.T in Defense Against the Dark Arts, one could no longer tell the purpose behind the lesson of the day by the set up of the room. The desks lined and ordered in their neat and precise manner around the room could be just as lethal as the room barren of them. So far, even in the presence of desks, they had witnessed the Unforgivables and even been placed under the Imperius to learn to fight it... well some of them had.
This year, the sixth years were running dangerously behind schedule. Every other year had been twice as far along as they were now, and none of it was their fault. The blame in truth, rested on her. To be fair to herself, she had not expected to give birth the first day of term, no, but she should have been better prepared for that and they had been trying to play six weeks of cath-up... and were barely managing to do such.
But that alone left a major question as what they were doing today. The syllabus was no longer dependable. One would begin to wonder why they had suffered to take the class in the first place.
The Professor, leaning up against her desk in the front of the room, brought little enlightenment to the standing question; her expression neutral and unnerved in its usual fashion. But evidence of the tiniest of smirks could be seen at the corners of her lips. That would cause one to dearly worry. Under such circumstances, it would have been more characteristic to see her muttering to herself and pacing the length of the room, stressed over the lag in education. But a slight smirk... which one could dare call a smile?
This was not going to go well. Not. At. All.
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Post by arianna on Oct 2, 2006 23:18:03 GMT -5
With her bag slung over her shoulder and a pair of glasses perched upon her nose, Arianna trapsed into the room and took her seat at the front.
Wait. Back up.
Arianna trapsed into the room with her bag slung over her shoulder and a pair of glasses perched on her nose? Yup, that was it. Arianna had found herself a pair of tortoise shell square framed and had been wearing them about the school in support, she would say, of a friend. She certainly wouldn't say who, though. The girl had been playing it off as though she truly did need the glasses. They really weren't that bad anyway. Really, what was the big deal?
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Post by Michael Rolen on Oct 4, 2006 4:14:51 GMT -5
Mike walked into the classroom, not saying a word at all, his hands shoved in his jeans and all he did was look at the floor in front of him as he made his way to his usual seat and took it, slinging his bag down next to the desk and laid his forehead on the desk briefly before sitting up straight and noticed that Ari was the only other one in the classroom other than the Professor.
He gave her a small smile, but nothing other than that. It wasn't that Mike was in a bad mood, more that he hadn't gotten much sleep over the last week as he had been trying to get in front of all his classwork for not only this subject but all his others as he would rather be in front than behind.
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Post by arianna on Oct 12, 2006 0:37:47 GMT -5
Arianna turned toward Mike, her eyes squinted in what could be mistaken as suspicion. That smile of his could mean anything. Arianna knew his kind. The guy who had a new girl every week. He'd never get her. No siree.
Of course, that's not really what the look on Arianna's face was supposed to put off. She had just realized that the glasses on her nose were making things a bit blurry. She hadn't noticed before because she hadn't paid much attention to it. Not only that, but it was so small a difference she was surprised she noticed it now. But it was sure to bother her, so Arianna pulled the glasses off and tucked them away, shooting her own small smile in Mike's direction.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Oct 12, 2006 9:01:46 GMT -5
"Hows it going Ari?"
He asked her, without looking up from his book which was now out in front of him. Now Mike and Ari weren't friends but nor were they enemies, they just had different conflicting views and for the fact that Mike had dated Krissy for a while, whom was Ari's best friend didn't bode too well with the other girl.
But hey things could change in an instant or they could take years, but Mike didn't really want to have any bitterness between the two of them really and seen as though they had one year left he might as well make up for what he had done over the years.
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Post by arianna on Oct 14, 2006 19:16:38 GMT -5
By now Arianna had started to dig through her bag. It was her custom to spend the few minutes before the professor got around to teaching to draw something. This 'something' was usually some intricate design for her next painting, though she hadn't lately done anything of the sort; just drawings.
"I'm good," the girl answered Mike's question destractedly as she pulled out several ink wells of varying colours and just as many quills. She probably had her art box somewhere at the bottom of her bag, but didn't want to go to that much trouble only to have to put it all away when Raynor started the lesson.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Oct 16, 2006 2:25:14 GMT -5
Krissy had thought she was late to this lesson, but as it turned out she appeared to somehow be early. Or had their defence against the dark arts lesson always been this small? Krissy wouldn't remember which one but it didn't matter either way. She was there and the professor wasn't yet talking, even if she did seem as though she was smiling, which kinda gave Krissy the creeps. What also gave her the slight creeps was Mike speaking to Ari. Krissy shook her head slightly. Hopefully she was imagining it.
Either way Krissy decided to go and sit next to Ari, whom Krissy noticed was already removing her drawing utensil's. "I got some new cool crayons you can use if ya want" Krissy said as she sat down next to her bestie with a big smile.
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Post by arianna on Oct 21, 2006 15:32:42 GMT -5
"Of course!" Arianna was always happy to try new crayons or paints or whatever she might be able to make her next picture with. Each gave a different look than the others and sometimes one brand was easier to work with than another. It was always good to try them all out.
"So how're you doing today, babe?" she asked, setting her things out nicely in front of her. The only time she ever organized anything was when she was drawing or painting and that meant each colour sat in a specific place so she wouldn't accidentally mix anything up.
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Post by Krissy Fleming on Oct 22, 2006 10:05:16 GMT -5
"Oh I'm doing wonderfully good sweetie" Krissy said to Ari with a grin as she pulled her bag onto her lap and began rumaging around in it to find her crayons. Krissy began to pull random stuff out of her bag as she searched for the crayons. A bouncy ball, a pair of tongs, some bandaids, another 2 bouncy balls, half a cookie, a couple bottles of ink, a packet of something that looked like it could have came out of a dogs behind, another bouncy ball and finally...
"AH-HA!" Krissy exclaimed rather a bit louder than would have really been expected. "Found 'em!" Krissy pulled out of the bottum of her bag 6 crayons. Red, blue, pink, yellow, green and orange. "Their gel pastels so they work really well. And they smudge greatly" she said grinning. She handed the crayons to Ari, leaving the assortment of stuff she had pulled from her bag sitting on the desk for the moment.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Oct 27, 2006 20:02:34 GMT -5
Making a mental note to speak to the sixth years -- especially those that were Ravenclaws -- that seemed to believe that Defense Against the Dark Arts was not on their list of priorities, the Professor waved her hand at the back of the room, letting some of her annoyance slip into the motion. The door all but shuddered on its hinges.
"Crafts away, Miss Shriver, Miss Fleming." She told the two rubbing her hands together. The sixth years had been tortured with the Unforgivables to the point of near exhaustion. Therefore, she had a change in mind for them. And not a half bad one at that.
"Today we are going to help freshen up on your spell work," she told the class. "By now you know a surplus of spells either taught in this classroom, on your own, or in Charms or Transfiguration. But, your technique is another story. What do you know about nonverbal spells?"
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Post by arianna on Oct 28, 2006 0:51:09 GMT -5
Yup. That was just about right. Once you had everything out and ready, it was time to put it all away. It never failed.
"Nonverbal?" Arianna repeated as she hastily shoved everything back into her bag. Though she usually set them in there in a proper order, she would have to rearrange them later. Spending too much on it now might possibly get her in trouble.
"Nonverbal spells are done....nonverbally," the girl finished as the last ink well went into the bag. She didn't know what else to say about the spells. There didn't seem to be anything more to it.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Oct 29, 2006 7:47:36 GMT -5
"Wouldn't they be basically the same as wandless magic, just with a wand?"
Mike said more as a statement, than an open ended question. In a way he thought that his statement was true, due to the fact with wandless magic you didn't say a spell....it just happened sometimes it could be controlled and others it could not.
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Post by Gail Lawrence on Nov 1, 2006 0:43:06 GMT -5
Gail leaned her chair back on two legs as she listened to Raynor ask about nonverbal spells. She had entered the class just before Raynor started, and had not retrieved quills or parchment from her supplies. At first, she was willing to let the conversation wash over her without contribution. Rolen asked, "Wouldn't they be basically the same as wandless magic, just with a wand?"
Gail screwed up her face. That didn't seem right. After a moment of silence, she finally exclaimed, "Surely it can't be that random."
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Post by arianna on Nov 1, 2006 1:04:39 GMT -5
Arianna raised an eyebrow at her classmates and refrained from saying what really came to her mind. It wasn't at all like wandless magic. How could they even compare the two? They might as well have said you were doing the spell without the incantation. That was only partially true, though. You still used reparo or whatever word you need for the spell you're doing, but you simply didn't say it aloud. It really wasn't all that simple, though. Well did she know.
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Post by Michael Rolen on Nov 2, 2006 6:42:14 GMT -5
"What in the wizarding world isn't random Lawrence?"
Mike shot the other Ravenclaw a questioning glance, to Mike everything in the wizarding world had at one stage been random, but even now he was still finding somethings random.
"Being nonverbal, means you don't actually say the incantation but in actual fact you just think hard enough on the incantation in your mind....you still use your wand as the output for the spell rather than it just happening in such a way as wandless magic"
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