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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jul 7, 2006 20:15:27 GMT -5
It was a good thing her classroom was only a floor away from the Hospital Wing. A very, very good thing that this lesson was to be a discussion. Not even a week after the birth, the Deputy was sore to say the least. The stairs had been absolute murder. But she had been determined to take them on her own. Especially after fighting for a good hour with Selena over whether or not she would be able to teach.
In the end, Tamis stubbornness over teaching at least something had prevailed. She had bought herself the ability to go through with her first years first class. If and only if she was capable of doing so, and only under the supervision of at least the school nurse. If the blasted woman could have got away with Banks being there too, she would have, but someone had to look after the baby.
So the Professor had dressed, climbed the stairs, and made it in one place to her classroom and was now seated quite satisfied in a plushy chair in front on her desk. The woman hated to be behind it, felt to far away from the students. She usually sat on it, but her body was too sore for that just yet. So this worked.
Now, all she needed was the first years.
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Post by emmaashford on Jul 7, 2006 20:45:40 GMT -5
After a long day of classes thus far, the next on her list was Defence Against Dark Arts. The name would hail any new student to be wary of the contents, as it did seem intense. The very fact that she would begin to deal with the dark arts at the very young age of eleven was an interesting concept, as she didn't really think that they would allow the youngest to start with those types of things. If anything, the class sounded like one that the fifth years would do...
Regardless of her opinion on the subject name, however, she was indeed in the class and it happened to be where her feet were taking her that moment.
This was also the one subject she had been undecided upon. Through all her other classes, she predicted whether or not she was going to like them; Herbology, for example, she had assumed she would be alright in. For Transfiguration, she had thought the opposite. Potions was assumed to be an alright class, so long as there wasn't any math involved. Her other classes she had chosen one way or another...but Defence Against Dark Arts? That could be both facinating and scary at the same time.
Emma walked up to the classroom, intent of being on time to every class. Her fellow students, however, apparently were not as anal as she, as Emma seemed to be early to arrive, if not the first student in all the classes. She had seen this as she opened the door, when nobody else was sitting in the desks.
Quietly, Emma made her way in and to the end desk of the front row, as she looked at the professor in the front. Wasn't that the same woman that had been pregnant and went to the hospital during the opening feast? It was odd, really, because even Emma knew she must've been tired if she had had the baby before. She didn't dare say anything about it, though, because for all she knew this might not have been the professor that was pregnant. There were many things, she was learning, that she had to start to keep up with at Hogwarts.
"Good..." she quickly looked outside, remembering about when it was. "Afternoon, yes. Good Afternoon..." she said. Brilliant. Emma Ashford strikes again.
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Post by brittanyh on Jul 7, 2006 21:20:39 GMT -5
Brittany's in-the-middle kind of class. She did like Defense Agaisnt the Dark Arts but she never have the hang for it. She knew that Tristan liked this class and he told her that it would be a blast for her. He said also that the professor was really nice and awesome, and that she was the Deputy Headmistress and the Head of Ravenclaw.
She entered the classroom and sat in the front row. She looked over and suprisely saw Emma once again. She smiled but she didn't feel like greeting as she has done enough greeting today. She waited patiently until other students enterted as well.
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Post by michelle on Jul 8, 2006 1:11:41 GMT -5
Michelle entered the classroom in a rush. She had stopped by the dorms to 'clean up' after Herbology. She had put on a new set of untorn robes, and fixed her hair to the best of her ability ((although there were still a few twigs in it and it was a little poofy, but it was at least better)).
Looking to the front of the room she was happy to see that Deputy Headmistress Raynor was the teacher. No, she had never really gotten to know the woman all that well, but her impression of her was good. She liked the professor a lot and was really glad to find she was her head of house too.
Michelle gave her teacher a smile and a wave before taking her usual spot at the front-middle desk.
This was the class she had been waiting on all day. Ever since she was told about her parents being Aurors she had been completely obsessed with the subject. It was her way of connecting with them now that they were dead. Or, that's what her brother had always said. Not to mention Michelle was a major adventurer. If the opportunity for an adventure came knocking she was always to first to answer. Taking this class could prove useful for her during those times.
Taking her pack off of her shoulder she sat it under her seat. Then she placed her hand on her desk waiting somewhat anxiously for class to begin.
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Post by selena on Jul 8, 2006 8:30:47 GMT -5
Selena had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. This woman was possibly crazy, stubborn, determined, or all of the above. Selena went with the last one. She just didn't listen to reason. Shaking her head, she took a seat in the back, setting down the paperwork she would have been doing in the hospital wing anyways. She could work on it and keep an eye on Tamis at the same time. It was one of the many talents of the nurse. With all the students in class, it was rare she got an injury, especially one that couldn't wait, so she had taken time away from her precious hospital wing, to keep the welfare of another in check.
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Post by flora on Jul 8, 2006 9:28:14 GMT -5
Defense against the dark arts was the next class written on her schedual. Now, this was a class that she had been looking forward to attending. At least she had read a little about the subject already and it sounded like an interesting subject. Flora thought it would take her a while to reach this class because she got lost, but upon her arrival, there were only three people in the class. "Guess it vasn't as long as I thought."
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Post by michelle on Jul 8, 2006 11:52:07 GMT -5
Michelle gave Flora a quick wave when she entered the class and motioned for her to sit next to her. There really was no need for greetings since they had seen each other all day. She then noticed another adult sitting near Professor Raynor.
This one was very pretty too, she noticed that about a lot of the staff, but she had no idea what she was here for. After a small moment of starring she finally recognized her as the woman who took the professor away during the feast.
Wonder why she's here?
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Post by kyleh on Jul 8, 2006 18:19:13 GMT -5
Kyle sighed softly when he finally arrived at the DADA classroom. He vaguely recalled a phrase he once heard, something along "When life gave you lemons, you made lemonade out of it". The one professor he wanted to stay away from, she ended up being his Head of House, and the DADA professor. Both titles implied Kyle was by no means getting away from her.
So, the only solution was to be at his best. He wondered what kind of dark arts they would see and learn about. Would she actually let go for the tough love approach and let dark creatures loose in the room for them to defeat? Probably not, seeing that she just had a baby. How she managed to start teaching so soon, he had no idea.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Jul 9, 2006 19:45:26 GMT -5
The corners of the Professor's mouth twitched. The ever present presence of the nurse was absolutely seething. Had she been one for the habit, Raynor would have been grinding her teeth. She had just had a baby yes, but she was a Deputy, a Head of House, and a Professor or a very important subject. Not three jobs she could abandon for three weeks! After giving birth, a woman could roam distances, just as long as she did rest. Tamis grumbled. There was no need for this supervision.
What had Selena responded to that? She would have Banks hold her hostage in the Hospital Wing if she chose to argue. Damn man would do it, too.
The students started filing into the room, all faces that she remembered from the Sorting, when one or so greeted her, she replied in kind, more or less just waiting for all of them to reply. When most had, the Professor stood up. All that sitting had been killing her. Tamis Raynor-Gallaudet was not a woman built for all this lying about. Hang the nurse, if she thought different. If Raynor became sore, she would sit again. She knew her own limits.
"Good afternoon," she greeted them. Studying the faces. "As some of you may recall, I am Professor Raynor, also your Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor here at Hogwarts. This is a Defense class, it might some day save your life though I hope it never needs to. This is not some useless trivia class, like History of Magic or Astronomy. You will never touch a book in this room, will never bring one to it, you cannot protect yourself from reading, you protect yourselves from practicing."
Her tone had been a serious one, and she clasped her hands behind her back, "this might very well be one of your hardest classes. Not because the material is hard, but because it require you to be serious. We will do a number of practical things in here. If you cannot handle them with maturity, I do not want you in this classroom. This means coming to class on time and prepared to work with your wand and to treat everyone in this room with respect. If you cannot handle that, leave now and no questions will be asked."
She waited, sincerely seeing if anyone would take her offer and leave the classroom. It was the one warning that she gave to her new group of first years each time she saw them for the first time, and it was the only warning they would ever get for the next seven years.
(( Wanted to go ahead and get this thing rolling, folks. If you post yourself coming into the classroom beyond this point, you will be late. Heed that well. ))
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Post by jasmine on Jul 9, 2006 20:55:17 GMT -5
Sabrina knew she was late and it killed her. She wanted to be on time so badly. Her parents had taught her better then this. When she finally found the hall that looked like the right way, she turned into the nearest room. I hope this is right. she pleaded to herself. She braced herself before she opened the door. Silently prayed. And opened it. She kept her head down as she walked quietly to her seat. Maybe she won't notice I wasn't here. she doubted much.
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Post by michelle on Jul 10, 2006 12:27:06 GMT -5
Michelle leaned forward in her desk, hanging on every word her professor said. She couldn't wait to finally learn something! By no doubt this would be her hardest class, making it one of her favorites. She just loved challenges.
When Professor Raynor had finished her little 'speech' Michelle sat back in her chair and thought about what she had had to say. She was in full concentration mode now and that usually meant she was quiet.
When Sabrina entered the classroom late, Michelle tried not to pay much attention to her. Maybe if no one else noticed, the teacher wouldn't either. It was worth a shot at least.
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Post by jasmine on Jul 10, 2006 14:43:37 GMT -5
By the look of it, it almost seemed no one saw her. Professor Raynor's back had been turned when she came in, and even if people saw her, they must have been cool enough to not try and get her in trouble. I think this year will be just fine. she was beginning to think. I'll just keep quiet this class and maybe she won't notice. She really didn't think this was going to work, but it was worth a shot. She started instantly to pay close attetion. She didn't hear what Raynor had just said, but by the look of the class, it was probably important.
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Post by asap on Jul 11, 2006 2:11:51 GMT -5
Asap, sitting in his usual seat in all the classrooms, the back row in the desk at the far end and hoping he would not be noticed by the professor, felt the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as the professor said no books. No books! This was sure to be his favorite class and he guessed it would also be his best if no reading was required. When she said they would never bring a book into the classroom he became very aware of his bag which was jammed pack with books, two of them DADA’s books, he hoped she wouldn’t find this out and if she did she would cut him slack for his first class.
By her stern matter and the general air about her, he liked her already and already this was his favorite class by far. He couldn’t stop but singing in his mind, No books! No books!. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat in the silence that followed the professors challenge for any student to leave the class if they thought it would be to hard.
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Post by sarsha on Jul 11, 2006 6:38:58 GMT -5
Sarsha had gotten lost. She had tried to find the second floor but the stair cases, they just kept moving on her and so she had trouble working out which one went where and how she got to wear. She didn't know where the defence classroom was either. It was on the second floor. That was all she knew. Sarsha had wandered up on corridore and down another searching for the classroom. She was worried. She didn't want to miss the class. She also didn't want to be late. But consequently, getting lost usually led to being late. Which is what Sarsha was.
Tears had welled up in her eyes in distress from being lost. But she finally found the room. Sarsha opened the door tentatively to see the professor that had been rushed out of the feast already speaking to the class. Tears welled in her eyes once more. She didn't want to be late. She had tried not to be. It wasn't her fault the castle was so big and confusing.
"I'm sorry!" she squeaked to the professor, a look of worry higlighted on her face. "I got lost. The stair cases. They move" Yeah she sounded silly. But it was all she could manage to say. The staircases were a new thing for her. She wasn't used to them moving nor used to them changing.
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Post by michelle on Jul 11, 2006 11:35:47 GMT -5
Michelle turned to the door her concentration on the teacher intterupted by a Huffle girl who had just entered. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her. How embarrassing would it have been to be late?
Michelle flashed her a hopefully reassuring smile and waved for her to come sit by her and Flora. Maybe it wouldn't feel so bad to be late if she was around friends.
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