Third and Fourth Years Lesson 4

[marvin]

The amazing lack of would be third years at Hogwarts at this time was rather quite a surprising conundrum to Professor Atwood, which unfortunately led him to having to do things he usually rather would not wish to do. For the days lesson the third years would be joining in on the fourth years learning. This created a few possible problems because the lesson being taught to the wide-eyed eager fourth years that day was the second half to their famous wizard crash course. Of course it brought up the obvious problem that the third years had missed the original half to the lesson, however the fun part of the lesson was just beginning and the way the crazed Hufflepuff Head of House planned on teaching the lesson made it rather quite possible for the third years to join in on the fun. So for the while the third years were now learning with the fourth years. Knowing the brightness of his third years though Marvin did not see it as too much of a problem and rather quite hoped it would encourage his fourth years to try to do well in hopes of not being outdone by a younger student. Although the Professor would never voice such hopes as it may perhaps have been taken somewhere along the same lines as pitting his stuents against each other in an epic battle to be the O in owl or N in Newt, and he wouldn't want anyone thinking he actually enjoyed that kind of thinking now would he?

Although a revision lesson, it would be a fun one for the Third years to join in on. For replacing the desks and chairs of the classroom today were a large selection of multi-coloured beanbags. No two of the beanbags were the same colour, or pattern. With ones ranging from a basic blue to a pattern with teddy bears, and then back to a purple tie die. The selection was amazing and also led to questions of - where did the History of Magic professor shop to be able to find such a range. However all comments aside, just the lack of tables and chairs within the classroom for the day should be a good indicator of what exactly lie ahead for the days lesson. If this was not enough, 2 large trolleys, stuffed to the brim with coathangers of clothing stood at the front of the classroom. An ominous sign of the impending doom that was sure to await any that happened to enter the classroom for the day.

Professor Atwood himself sat at the front of the room, on a beanbag that was suspended in the air by a wire frame. Perched atop the crazed Professor's head for the day happened to be none other then a muggle graduation hat, generally worn by college students. He had worn it to show for the day that although he was the Professor, for the day, he wasn't always going to be. Not that any of the students would possibly understand the whole meaning of the hat. Afterall, the meaning was in 'Atwoodian logic', which generally wasn't very logical at all. The walls of the classroom for the day were a strange sight for any to see because much like the plain black curtain that hid the back of the room from view, the walls too, today, were bare. None of the usual paintings or artwork hung from the walls, giving the room a more prominent sence of doom for any who entered. It was obvious the whole of the days lesson lay in what the professor had to say, and the rack's of clothing at the front of the room.

Perhaps if a student could see inside the Professor's mind they may perhaps have just run in fright and not entered the room, however, as bee's make honey, students generally, go to class.

[collins]

Seth hated history. Honestly, in his opinion, this was the worst subject. Everything was old. Everything was boning. Everything was in the past, and Seth was for the present, possibly even the future. The Slytherin actually considered skipping class, but usually Ryan was in on those ideas, and because the two had been sorted into different houses, that wasn't really possibly. The teenager didn't make much effort as he got dressed. The boy had his short antucked, his jumper-sleeves rolled up, his tie loose, and his hair was rather scruffy. He didn't really care about the image he made in other people's eyes, as long as he was happy, that would do.

The fourteen year old grabbed his wand, placed it in his pocket, before pulling his bag over one shoulder, and heading to class. He dawdled a little bit, hoping to be late. That would probably mean a detention, maybe he'd even be sent out... No, that was silly. He was getting high hopes of being sent out of History. Eventually, the Slytherin reached his class, sighing before pushing open the door. But as his brown eyes found the scene, the boy's jaw dropped somewhat. Beanbags? Bare walls? A black curtain? And a wacky Professor? This was amazing. No desks, papers, long time-lines written on the board, no creepy old guys in the painting. This actually looked cool! The boy grinned slightly, walking into the classroom and saying a quick "Hey Professa," to the man in the hat. Seth moved to wards the back of the room, seating himself down on black beanbag with yellow lightning stripes over it.

Alright, so maybe History wasn't going to be that bad.

[callahan]

Ryan didn't hate history, back at his muggle school, it was always a great opportunity to muck around, and to get up to mischief. It was much like his geography classes. The teachers were never strict enough to control him, or Seth for that matter. After packing all of the supplies that he though he'd need, exploding snap, dung bombs, Ryan left the Gryffindor common room, heading for the first floor. Thinking about what he expected the rooms to be like, Ryan imagined old paintings covering the walls, the stench of old people, and some crackpot old teacher, attempting to interest the children.

Ryan wore his uniform, untucked with a loose tie and baggy pants, no cloak and skate shoes. He hair was perfectly messed up, leaving Ryan looking like he had only just risen from bed. Entering the classroom, Ryan looked all the walls up and down, they were nothing like he had expected. Nodding to the professor as he passed him, Ryan headed straight for Seth. "Hey mate!" He said, obnoxiously, not caring what the teacher would think of him. Sitting down, Ryan held up his hand for Seth to high-five.

[Tianne Webster-Barrett]

For the first time in a while, Tianne felt good about the day ahead of her. She smiled, looking forward to the History Of Magic lesson she had to attend to. She got up extra early; after all, this was one of her favourite classes. Leaving behind her robe, as she had seen the others do, Tianne tightened her blue tie, and slipped on her black ballet shoes. She looked nice, though a tiny bit nerdy. Normally she wouldn't have cared about this, but now that she was friends with Ryan and Seth, she cared. Rolling up her sleeves, and loosening her tie a bit, the teenager walked out the door.

When entering the classroom, Tianne noticed Seth and Ryan already there, in an almost empty classroom, she headed up to them. "Hey Ryan. Seth." She said, with a smile towards the dark haired boy. "Professor, good morning." She greeted, not at all startled by the silliness of the teacher. Tianne glanced at each f the boys outifts. They were no where as neat and tidy as hers was, but they were some what better than she had expected. "How are you two today?" She happily asked, excited for the lesson to begin; by the decorations of the rooms, it was going to be a good one.

[Karina Morandi]

Pretty unusual decorations for a history of magic classroom, heck for any kind of classroom for that matter. Bean bags, a black curtain and the professor all sitting ( or levitating) somewhere in the room. Kari never really liked history, it was all too boring. The girl would rather be in charms class doing wand work. Prehaps todays lesson wouldn't be bad considering the professor took the time to decorate.

"I call the purple tie dye one!" Kari called entering the room. Already there were three people here fourth years most likely. Now things were getting even more interesting for the third year.

[Lianna Maylorn]

Famous. Witches. And. Wizards.

Why?

It really went without question that she would rather have been combined with the first years than the fourth in this instance. You see somewhere inside the Hufflepuff's trunk (or maybe it was her bedside table now...) was a chocolate frog card collection. On the backs of those cards (as any witch or wizard knew) were little important facts about the wizard whose face was on the front. And even though she had no doubt that her nutter of a Head of House would somehow throw a twist or a spin on things, in the end she would still be learning about people she could glance over while eating sweets. Now really, which sounded better?

Lianna had taken her rather merry time in getting to Atwood's class from the lower-levels, a look of prospective boredom and frustration etched to her face. However when she arrived at the first floor doorway a smile fast appeared. Beanbag chairs? Well, that wasn't exactly the spin she had thought would be there but it certainly was comfortable. Without more than a second's hesitation - and without noticing her Head of House at all - the third year closed her eyes and all but fell into the one with the teddy-bear print.

It called to her, mainly because it dredged up a single memory of a single day of someone she dearly missed. No, it wouldn't make Mark appear, but she could still wish, still hope he would reply to her single letter she'd owled him, still hope period. The young girl's green eyes opened after a brief moment and an incomprehendable murmur escaped her lips as she took notice of the others around her.

The lesson would be both boring and equally pointless...but her thoughts would keep her company today.

[terrahkyhdin]

Terrah quietly entered the History of Magic classroom, somewhat surprised to see the desks replaced with beanbag chairs. She made her way across the room to one that was a rather nice purple color, and settled herself in it. As she set her backpack aside, she smiled to herself a little bit. History was one of her favorite subjects, partially because of her love of reading. She enjoyed reading about all sorts of things, but history was one subject she found rather intriguing. Terrah liked learning about what wizards did in the past, and liked to try and see where history would repeat itself, or where odd events would pop up at times.

She wondered what exactly today's lesson would entail. And why on earth Professor Atwood was wearing that silly hat. She smoothed her uniform robes over her knees and waited for the other students to arrive.

[jacquelynchaput]

Jax loved history. It wasn’t because of the topic, and it wasn’t because of her classmates, but instead it was because she could wear her lucky blue baseball cap in the room and Atwood was the only nice, fair, and reasonable professor she had met. He was cooky and fun and Jax LOVED cooky and fun. He actually made the class interesting for her.

Walking into the classroom, the first person Jax’s eyes located was a familiar third year whom she really could never know if she still didn’t like, or did like at all. Lianna sat on a teddy bear print bean bag, but from what Jax could see, there was no one else around that she would rather sit next to. She sighed defeated like as she made her way over to Lianna. If anything, she could bug her a bit to make the class more interesting for her.

Jax smirked at that thought and then knew she wanted to…but then saw the bean bag chairs next to her. One was unicorn print, and the other was hot pink! What in bloody hell! Atwood had some of the girliest stuff sometimes….yuck!

Or maybe it was just the spell, either way….ew….

Taking the unicorn print, because it was better than being blinded by what you sat on, Jax plopped herself, looking over at Lianna and smirking. “You’re the only one I know in her at all, barely….lucky you.” She gave her a big smile showing her teeth, and moving her hat so that it was backwards on her head.

Yes, this would be a very interesting class indeed.

[Lianna Maylorn]

The girl's eyes had drifted around the room as the only third year she could say she 'knew' entered the room. The teddybear print beanbag was a comfort of memory but those around her? How was one supposed to find comfort among strangers, for that matter, could she even find comfort among friends anymore? Two Ravenclaws, two Gryffindors and a Slytherin that she knew nothing of. Jynx, Abi, Ty, Mark -- nearly every classmate she'd known was gone, her entire circle of age-appropriate friends had left her, abandoned her and she was back where she'd started in her first year. It wasn't fair...it just wasn't...

"You’re the only one I know in her at all, barely….lucky you.”

Wonderful...the Hufflepuff's green eyes (along with the rest of her head) turned to face the blonde Ravenclaw's blue. It was a rather bothersome thought that Jax was indeed the closest thing to a friend she had in any of her classes, but the girl was beter than no one at all so maybe Lianna was lucky to have her there... Damn her thinking processes for creating these hypothetical dillemas!

The Hufflepuff managed a smile - a feeble attempt to counter the Ravenclaw's grin, but it would do - and for a brief moment peered past her toward the Slytherin who looked a rather good deal like Mark...only...healthier. That realization would only make her classes harder to bear, but then when we classes not hard to bear? "I guess we should be grateful we know anyone at all...who are...all of them...anyway?" Lianna replied; bringing her attention back to the Ravenclaw blonde.

It was going to be a long day.

[jacquelynchaput]

Jax looked around the room, a saddened expression on her face. Snake should have been in that class, for if it were fourth and third years, it only made sense. However, she too was missing from that day. Jax shrugged not knowing actually who any of them were by name. “Ya got me…I’m sure I haven’t met most of them.” Not even Matty was there yet, and at least she knew her a bit. She was supposed to be in that class too, right? Jax thought so, but maybe she was a fifth year…Jax wasn’t too sure.

As for Lianna being grateful that she knew someone in the class, Jax couldn’t help but laugh a bit at that. “Yea, makes class a bit more interesting if there’s someone there you know.” She shrugged, really not caring about class either way, she just liked it because she could wear her hat. It was probably the only reason why she even paid attention.

“So, you like this class?” she asked Lianna, figuring that she sat down…she may as well talk, too.

[marvin]

Marvin nodded a polite hello to the students which spoke to him, and smiled as the class bean to fill up with probable victims participants for his lessons plan. The bean bags seemed to get many of the students attention and many seemed rather quite comfy within them. Giving the students comfortable seats rather than any other kind of chair was generally a plausible idea. Sure it encouraged talking, but talking and discussion was exactly what professor Atwood wanted for this particular lesson.

As another student entered the room Professor Atwood stood up. "Ahh My third and fourth years. Its good to see you all managed to pull yourselves out of bed for todays lesson. Even if some of you only just" Marvin gave a glance towards Ryan with a small wink. "Seeing as so many of you are here in attendance already we shall begin" Marvin made no attempt to explain to the students why the third and fourth years were in together. But he figured if a student wanted to know, they would always just ask him.

"So who can name for me" Marvin said, a spark showing up in his eyes as he spoke, his excitement for teaching History of Magic showing through. "A famous witch, or wizard that you remember or have learnt during any of your years studying History" Marvin knew the plan for the days lesson and it involved the racks of clothing behind him. Ubnfortunately the unsuspecting students did not know it. Therefore, the class was bound to get pretty interesting pretty quickly.