Post by marvin on Jan 27, 2008 6:07:22 GMT -5
Upon entering the history of magic classroom today phrases such as 'Wait what?!' ;'Is this a desert?'; and 'Oh holy Merlin... not again' Might perhaps leave the mouths of the 6th years who were more then likely hoping for a normal lesson of History of Magic for one. Yet it would be foolish for one to expect Professor Marvin Atwood, Head of Hufflepuff house, to do anything normal. Afterall, weren't all Hufflepuffs at least slightly clinically insane? The phrases that would leave the students mouths would generally be due to the fact that instead of the normal stone floor of the classroom that they were used to, there was instead a thick layer of sand. Enchanted to not be able to fall outside of the door of the classroom the sand coated the entire floor or the History of Magic classroom.
Desks, chairs and the professor's table, along with other small tables full of trinkets still sat in their almost regular positions (if you could call anythings position in Professor Atwoods classroom regular), legs burried a good 6 inches in the sand. Upon each of the students desks lay a small crystal pyramid, each a present for the student that bothered to come to the days lesson. Hanging in the doorway of the classroom was a golden metal belt, made of coins connected with fine gold rings. The walls were covered in picturs of tombs, pyraids, the sphynx and other ancient egyption landmarks.
The only part of the room where there appeared to be o sand would be behind the silky blakc curtain that always hung at the back of the room. Professor Atwod had enchanted it to repel sand, so no sand would be able to reach past the curtain. Yet, no-one would be able to tell this as once more the black cutain was pulled shut, hiding its secrets like it always did. Professor Atwood sat on his desk, legs hanging off the side, eyes focussed towards the doorway. He was eager to see the looks of surprise that he was sure to come on his students faces when they entered the room. Afterall, how often was it that your classroom was filled with sand?
Desks, chairs and the professor's table, along with other small tables full of trinkets still sat in their almost regular positions (if you could call anythings position in Professor Atwoods classroom regular), legs burried a good 6 inches in the sand. Upon each of the students desks lay a small crystal pyramid, each a present for the student that bothered to come to the days lesson. Hanging in the doorway of the classroom was a golden metal belt, made of coins connected with fine gold rings. The walls were covered in picturs of tombs, pyraids, the sphynx and other ancient egyption landmarks.
The only part of the room where there appeared to be o sand would be behind the silky blakc curtain that always hung at the back of the room. Professor Atwod had enchanted it to repel sand, so no sand would be able to reach past the curtain. Yet, no-one would be able to tell this as once more the black cutain was pulled shut, hiding its secrets like it always did. Professor Atwood sat on his desk, legs hanging off the side, eyes focussed towards the doorway. He was eager to see the looks of surprise that he was sure to come on his students faces when they entered the room. Afterall, how often was it that your classroom was filled with sand?
