Leon Snow
Hogwarts Staff
Gryffindor Head of House Professor Charms
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Post by Leon Snow on Apr 13, 2008 19:01:28 GMT -5
Shifting two classes together?
Had to. Reasons were set for himself and not letting anyone know. Actually everyone does know why. But, he was going to shift two lessons into one. The third years already were gong to know the second year lesson. The second years were going to have trouble with second year and third year lessons, but he promised to make sure it was easy.
He had laid out, two things at each desk. Ten pieces of safe twigs, and a broken pencil. These were the first part of the spells. After they mastered that, each student was going to have a cage to open by the first spell, and they had to repair a Quidditch broom.
He walked over to the board and wrote:
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Post by Brenton Douglas on Apr 14, 2008 16:48:04 GMT -5
Grumbling stomach, Brenton did his best to ignore the noises. He'd missed breakfast that morning because he woke up late and couldn't find his robes. The stupid House Elves couldn't leave anything alone. He had them out the night before, sure they were crumpled and likely on the floor and not the end of his bed or his trunk, he wasn't quite sure what he had done with them, but those things had moved them on him. It'd taken practically all morning to find them and so he'd had to forfeit breakfast in favor of finding his robes.
Glasses in his back pocket, wand in his inside pocket of the finely found robes, and hair a mess, Brent walked into the classroom and squinted at the board. He really did need to do something about his eyesight, but he wasn't going to wear glasses, no Prince wore them.
Something about bodily fluids, fists, desk and two spills. Yup, he really needed to do something about his eyesight. Ignoring whatever was on the board, Brent found the same seat he'd sat in the year before and glanced around. For once he actually beat Jeremy to a class! The Slytherin was feeling pretty good about himself at that moment.
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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 14, 2008 18:24:07 GMT -5
Maddy actually wasn't in the best of moods. Her next favourite class, Charms, was usually fun, but Maddy just felt so sick. Maybe she had eaten too much at Breakfast, or maybe she was just comeing dwn with something, but MAddy felt sick. Frowning, as she dressed in her neatly pressed school robes, with the hufflepuff crest on her chest, wearing these robes again actually worked as a pic-me-up for the girl, as she loved wearing them. They were just so different to her other attire, and she related them to being one of her favourite things about her home-away-from-home.
Maddy entered, still frowning, but she felt slightly better. She took a seat where she had been accustomed to sit, near to the front, over the left hand side, and brought out her books. She looked at the board nad groaned. "Combined? Dang." She muttered, opening her reader to the place she last got up to. Take me away from this place. She thought angrily.
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Claire Desrosiers
Slytherin
Third Year
Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege.[on:Behind you!][of:Leave a message]
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Post by Claire Desrosiers on Apr 14, 2008 19:33:54 GMT -5
To be back in the castle for her second year made Claire incredibly happy and for once nothing seemed to go wrong that morning. The most shocking part of this was the young girl was actually looking forward to classes. Shocking, most likely this was one of those rare days or maybe the planets all lined up or something who knows. Putting on a nice set of clean Slytherin robes and uniform all together Claire went up to breakfast from the dungeons before proceeding to charms.
Stuck within her own thoughts she entered the classroom and read the board. Aw...we have to be with the third years today? Disappointing yes to be with kids slightly older than herself but hopefully the two spells they would learn would make up for it. Picking a desk at random, Claire saw ten twig pieces and a broken pencil. Not exactly things one would see at the beginning of each lesson but what the heck.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 15, 2008 21:17:09 GMT -5
{it took me a moment to get the bodily fluid part}
Mr. Sunshine, nee Jeremy Taylor, poked his head into the classroom and was glad to see at least he hadn't been first. Only butt-kissers got to class first and Jeremy sure did not want to be one of those. Of course, he wasn't to crazy about walking into a room full of people either. The only good thing was his very best friend was already there. Even better, neither of those dumb girls were sitting near him.
Jeremy raced to the open seat by Brenton and slunk down in his seat, his nose barely clearing the top of the desk. He glared at the man in front, knowing that Snow was the enemy and Charms class was a torture device. If he hadn't been able to perform a spell as a first year, there was no way he was going to be able to do anything this year.
And then Brenton would know he was an idiot. And then the Slytherin would tease him and sock him for being so dumb. And then Jeremy would have no friends because everyone would know that he was a dork.
With a calm sigh, Jeremy prepared for the inevitable failure and punishment.
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Post by Brenton Douglas on Apr 15, 2008 22:41:34 GMT -5
Waving at the two girls who entered the class, Brenton tried not to break his concentration on studying the board too much. There had to be something that made more sense written on it. Squinting, but trying to hide it so the girls didn't see, Brent's amber colored eyes focused...focused...foc--and it was broken the by the sudden appearance of his mate sitting a few centimeters below the desktop.
Well, he wasn't getting anywhere anyway.
"Heya Jeremy," Brent greeted the boy, looking at him curiously. They hadn't really sat next to each other the year before if he could remember right, because Brent sat up front in the class so he could read the board and see the professor's movements when setting examples.
Sinking down in his seat, so he was level with the Ravenclaw, Brenton wondered if maybe he could see better from here, but it didn't look like it. "Everythin' alrigh'?"
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 17, 2008 19:39:24 GMT -5
"Shhh!" Jeremy hushed Brenton, glaring at the Slytherin before looking suspiciously over his shoulder at the girls behind them. They were definitely going to be trouble. "I'm trying to be in-concerto," he hissed, not sure if he was using the right word, but not wanting to admit the truth about why he was hiding.
The 'in concerto' excuse sounded pretty good to him. If he was an undercover agent then he couldn't be expected to actually do anything in class. Pulling his wand out would totally blow his cover.
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Post by Brenton Douglas on Apr 18, 2008 15:01:16 GMT -5
Being hushed wasn't something Brent expected, especially with being a Prince and all. Not even Queen Malificent his mammee did that. But beyond raising an inquiring eyebrow, the boy didn't say anything. At least until Jeremy confided what he was doing. "You're hidin'?
Why was he hiding? Or was he playing in a concert? In-concerto almost sounded like he was participating in some kind of orchestra or another. Maybe he was joining one of the clubs and was going to play in a concert? That was cool if he was. But why was he hiding under the desk almost?
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Post by Fyona Richards on Apr 18, 2008 18:10:01 GMT -5
Charms. A class that she didn't much care for, but she did do well in it. As she walked into the class she saw that clearly she was to share her time and space with the second years again. She didn't mind the sharing thing so much, but she was curious as to why they had to do it in the first place. Taking a seat in the back Fyona watched them talk and greet each other. It was like watching a pack of animals out in the wild, only this was in a classroom and everyone was packing wands. The third year wished that Shari or Art would come in soon. She sighed and read the board. Oh nice. Oh very nice. She was going to get her explanation and they were going to learn two, count them, two spells today. Well maybe today she could make up for her sub-par year from the last term. It was the least she could do. Never mind. It really wasn't.
She took out her wand, thinking they would need it, and placed it on the desk. She was keeping an eye out for someone she knew, correction, someone she cared to know to enter the classroom.
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Leon Snow
Hogwarts Staff
Gryffindor Head of House Professor Charms
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Post by Leon Snow on Apr 20, 2008 21:18:27 GMT -5
This class was a little erupting. The younger kids seemed to being chattering their heads off a lot. He couldn't stop laughing, but he managed to stop when his timer started to go off, meaning the class was going to begin in 60 seconds. He cleared his thoart and stood up to the front of his desk and sighed. The younger kids were going to really have to pay attention as their homework was going to be a report of their practice of some sort. Trying not to make this class more of a DADA class, as he almost got into serious trouble for that, since it was posted up in the school newspaper.
"Is everyone ready?" he asked the class. Probably half the class wouldn't hear him asked that.
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Post by jethro on Apr 20, 2008 23:26:24 GMT -5
Jethro seemed to be in the habit of running late for his lessons this September morning. The boy had been on time since breakfast, but from there, things just went downhill. The Gryffindor had barely gotten to his first lesson on time, slipping in without the Professor noticing his near-tardiness. Jet didn't even know why he was continuously running late. Perhaps it was because his new schedule was messing up his mind, or the fact that some of his rooms had change, but still, the boy found himself running from room to room. The second year, after heading in the entirely wrong direction, finally found his way to the floor where Charms was held.
Jethro pushed open the door, preying that he wasn't late. Too bad. He was, as the twelve-year-old saw Professor Snow standing at the front of the class, apparently just finishing a statement. "Sorry Professor," the boy said in a hushed voice as he passed the man. Jet managed a small smile, despite himself. Walking through the spare tables, the boy found his place beside Maddy, and dropped into the seat. "Hey Mad," the youngster said, although noticing that she was reading. Pulling out his wand, the Gryff scanned the board, whilst relaxing into his chair.
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Devin Baines
Hufflepuff
Fourth Year
All you need is love.[on:On the Magical Mystery Tour][of:In the Lonely Hearts Club]
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Post by Devin Baines on Apr 21, 2008 21:29:34 GMT -5
Devin sat back and made sure her quill was well-inked. It seemed the professor was about ready to begin. This was always one of her favorite classes. Especially once her dad taught her how to find art in the precise wand motions and magical swirls that Charms created. She sighed a bit and thought of the last time she had done this herself. She easily drifted through the images she remembered.
The sudden appearance of a Gryffindor boy made her jump. She hadn't been expecting him to run into the room like that. Looking down, she saw that a large ink spot now ran across her parchment. She must have hit the pot or the quill smeared along the surface. Especially since the quill was on the floor.
With a big sigh, Devin dug through her things for another piece of parchment. She didn't have one. Now she was starting to get scared. She didn't want to miss her favorite class because she had to run get parchment from the Common Room.
Looking around, the closest person to her was a red-haired Slytherin in her year. Isn't her name Fiona? Taking a deep breath, Devin leaned over and tugged on the girl's robes. Then she asked very quietly, "Sorry. Can I get a piece of parchment?"
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Leon Snow
Hogwarts Staff
Gryffindor Head of House Professor Charms
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Post by Leon Snow on Apr 21, 2008 22:45:43 GMT -5
DONG! Class had started. He magically shut the door, and cleared his thoart. "Everyone, pipe down now," he asked nicely as he cleared his thoart once more. "Now, you are wondering why Charms and most of the other classes are shifting for the 3/4 of the year? Well, in my eye, I want the double the safety for yourselves. You guys have to know, we are in trouble times, and you'll be back to yourselves hopefully by next year.," he said as he picked up his wand. "Now, can anyone tell me what Reparo might mean?" he asked the class. It couldn't been hard. ((CLASS HAS BEGUN! If you missed, and want to RP that you've been in the class, go ahead. Unless you want to face the consquences! )
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Post by hannah on Apr 22, 2008 5:52:16 GMT -5
Hannah made it to Charms class just in time for the Professor to start talking. Taking the spare seat next to Brenton and throwing Jeremy a quick smile, she took a deep breath and tried to focus on what the Professor said. Confused brown eyes looked around the classroom and saw with a tinge of disappointment, that they were classed with the third years again. It was only a tinge of disappointment, though, Hannah saw this as an opportunity to learn harder spells if they kept having classes with the third years.
Listening to the Professor talk about safety for themselves, Hannah understood where he was coming from. The young Ravenclaw allowed herself a small giggle as the Professor continued to talk about their safety, while she wondered who would help them from the trouble they caused themselves.
The next question the Professor asked, was a bit more easier for Hannah to answer. "Reparo means repairing things or restoring them" Well, she hoped it meant that. Or maybe it was the other way around.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Apr 22, 2008 17:47:47 GMT -5
Jeremy glared at Hannah as she took her seat. He didn't want her sitting near him anyway. In fact, he would have preferred that she sat way on the other side of the room because then maybe she wouldn't be able to see him when he had to do a spell.
The class started and Jeremy sulked some more, wondering why they had to always be stuck with the stupid third years. All he needed was bigger kids to know he couldn't do spells too.
It was okay. He had already come up with his excuse for class. What could the professor do if he had forgotten to pack his wand? The beauty of the excuse was that if anyone offered to lend him one, it wasn't expected to work as well.
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