Professor Lainey swung the door to her classroom wide and kicked the doorstop under it. It was a little musty from being underused, but they'd be fixing that right up today. With a wave of her wand she did away with all the desks, having them line and stack up all around the perimeter of the room.

No since sitting down when they'd just be up and outta there soon anyway, right?

Exactly.


Atop Lainey's head was a large, shiny, only slightly-used cooking pot. It was turned upside down and clearly protecting her noggin. Lainey, acting as if this were perfectly normal, stood beside her door awaiting her students.

At long last!




OOC: I don't care if you chat and mingle. However, like I tell the kids I teach - when I'm talking, you're not. So. You know. Be normal. Be good. Have fun. =D

EDIT I: This post has info.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES.

History of Magic.

With Professor Lainey.

He'd only ever gotten to have her as a professor for one year, but she had been fun. If people insisted that she was a little crazy, then she was definitely the right kind of crazy. Raiden hurried to the classroom, no shadow of the frown that had graced his features for the last day or so visible on his face.

"Hello Professor Lainey," he said as he stepped into the room. He looked at the desks for a moment, then at the cooking pot on her head, clearly slightly amused.

And not at all disturbed.

Not. At. All.

As long as there were no love potions in the room, all would be well.

Kevin walked into the history of magic classroom and said "Good Morning Professor" Kevin wondered what would be taught in this lesson seeing as they werent going to be using the desks

Violet skipped into the History of Magic classroom and stood inside the classroom. "Hi Professor!" she said brightly.

Ellie was lost. Not literally. She knew where she was. She just didn't understand where the desks were. Or why they weren't all nice and pretty and lined up for them to sit in. She gave the few students that were there a confusing look. Did they know? She timidly walked in and...stood. Yep. That was all there was to do, right? So she stood and waited for someone, anyone, she knew to come. She was tired of not talking during classes. Just sick and tired of it. She was Eliana Stone and she liked to talk. No more teachers were going to stop her... Okay, they could. Ravenclaw did need to catch up to Slytherin, after all. But she still was going to take the chance... Where were Ellie's friends?!

"Hi Professor." There! She spoke! And it felt sooooo good.

Pretty much bouncing with so much pent up emotion that it would burst through his mouth at any moment, screaming his joy William sipped into the class, his blue eyes beaming as he gazed at professor Lainey. He had been waiting for this class ever since he left her office a few days previously. Ok, well he'd been waiting for a long time but seriously.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Slipping to a halt in the middle of the room he made a dramatic bow in front of her, his face beaming with glee. "Hello professor, how's your office?" he asked by way of greeting not even saying anything about the pot on her head. Crossing his arms he winked.

Oh yeah.

Trixie walked into history of magic, one lesson she had never had before. Or at least she thought she'd never had before. She couldn't remember. The more she thought about this the more her eyes filled up with tears. Why did this have to happen to her? The nurse said it might be permanent and she knew absolutely nothing that happened before 2 months ago. No life before Hogwarts. She gulped slightly holding back the tears. "Good morning professor I er..." she didn't know whether she had to tell all the teachers or not. Not wanting to say it outloud to everyone in the classroom she handed the professor over a note.

She left it at that as she sat down by herself. She was terrified now. Especially if Patrick was around.

Arya skipped to the HoM classroom, excited to see what was in store for the class. After meeting the woman, she quickly came to the conclusion that this class would be nothing like the boring lessons she attended last term.

And she was right...

Grinning, she stared at the pot on the professor's head as she slid past the woman. "Good day, Professor Lainey. What's the pot for?" She couldn't tear her eyes away from it, though she did let them flicker to Lainey's eyes for a brief moment.

Without really waiting for an answer, she skipped into the classroom. Spotting Raiden she went by his side, giving her friend a grin before sitting crosslegged on the floor. Just cause.

Miranda walked over to the HoM classroom, wondering what the teacher would have for them today. Stepping over the threshold, she spotted the Professor...with a cooking pot on her head. Hmmm.

What the hell would they be doing today that needed protection?
"Good day, Professor..." don't know yer name yet... "Are we playing Creaothceann today?" Errrrrrrrrrrr...

Selena walked into the classroom. She was in the right classroom... right? The professor had a pot on her head. "Hello Professor, how are you?" Selena smiled as she stood near the front but off to the side. Eh. The professor probably wasn't that crazy... she actually seemed kinda cool.

Walking into the classroom, Lysandra felt the must in the air. Must have not been used in a while she thought. Good day, Professor she said as she walked past the teacher and went to a window.

He had wrestled with himself all morning, History of Magic wasn't his favorite subject nor his best. He had steeled himself to try to make it to all of his classes, and since he had survived Potions with Attila he could survive anything. Well thats what he told himself as he walked up to the classroom.

He was trying to curb his sugar addiction, but when he was nervous he chews on sugar quills. And thats what he was doing when he walked into the classroom. Or great it was the prefect who barked at people. He chewed the whole sugar quill down to his fingers before he wandered over to the windows. Since there weren't any chairs. And he wasn't sure that was making him feel any better.

History of Magic!!! YAY....not! Last year Nikki had been so close to falling asleep in this class. But she had decided to give the class another chance since there was a new teacher. Walking into the classroom Nikki said, "Hello." to the professor and sat down in an empty chair.

Oliver wandered into the History of Magic classroom, pausing in the doorway to eye at the professor. What in the name of Merlin? An amused smirk slowly crept up his face. Errr... “Nice headgear, professor.” He said with a grin. “Is that what the muggle folk are wearing these days?” Pans on da head. How.. hilarious. This lesson was fun already and it hadn't even started.

He wandered further into the classroom and sort of hovered for a moment, then dumped his bag on the floor, folding his arms across his chest he stood and waited for the professor to explain what they were going to be doing... and whether it involved wearing cookware on the head. He sort of hoped it did. Hehe!

Josey walked into the class and immediatly came to a stop. The professor was wearing a pot, how...unusual. She shook her had and walked into the room. That was when she noticed that there were no desks, or chairs. So she just stood there, and felt kind of weird. She had a feeling that this class was not going to be normal.

Walking into the room Kay was happy to be in class. She walked over an was going to...was that a pot on the Professor's head? Ok. "Hello Professor, ummm...How are you?" She said not being able to take her eyes off the pot on the Professor head.

Moving away from the Professor, she saw that there was no tables, desks, nothing. Putting her bag down on the floor, Kay looked around to see who else was in class. Oliver. 'oh, wonder if he's was mad at me for running off.' She thought looking away. Maybe he wouldn't see her standing there.

History of Magic! Yes! Vashti was definitely good in this class, and so she'd been looking forward to having it ever since term had started. Walking into the classroom, she paused when she saw the professor wearing a pot on her head. That was...different. But cool! This lesson was SURE to be fun! It wasn't every day that a professor wore a pot on their head.

"Hello, Professor," she said brightly. "That's a nice pot you have there."

Dadadadumdumdadadadumdeeeeedooodadum.

Ivory was once again in a very serious predicament. Well serious for her at least. It seemed that once again when she had woken up this morning it had been to have some silly little tune stuck in her head. So as she skipped into her first History of Magic class with Professor Lainey it was only understandable that she was still humming the tune even though she really could not recall what it was. Her only hope was that someone would hear her and know what song it was.

Nevertheless, predicament or not, it was with a bright smile that she found her way into the classroom. In fact, if one were clearly watching they would even be able to tell that she was even walking in step with the tune.

Or at least she was until she stopped short in front of the new Professor. Almost unconsciously she cocked her head to the side as she observed the marvelous pot atop the Professor's head. My it was shiny... And sturdy too like a strong helmet.

"Hello Professor Lainey. If I may say so, that's a very unique hat you have there!"

Giggling she looked up at her new teacher as she spotted her best friend Arya and Raiden and gave them a big wave.

Settling herself next to her friends, she couldn't help smiling up at the shiny surface. Maybe they were going to learn about the history of extraterrestrials. She'd never heard them mentioned in correlation with magic...but really how couldn't they not be. Isn't that what people did when they talked about them? Wore metal on their heads so if they were out there 'they' wouldn't read their minds?

Oh well. She'd find out soon.

Evelyn didn't know what to think about this class. Obviously Truebridge wasn't teaching it anymore so obviously there was a new teacher.

And she only liked History of Magic because Truebridge was teaching it!

So, walking to the class, the Slytherin a little more gloomy than she should have been, Evelyn stopped for a moment to...look at the professor. What in the world was she wearing??

Raising a brow, she decided to just put on a small smile and not...say...anything. At all. "Hello Professor." she said kindly and quickly hurried her way into the room so any other conversation that might have taken place...wouldn't.

Crazy teacher.

Patroclus walked into the History of Magic, and was surpirsed to see that the desks, had been moved to the side, why? he thought to himself. Seeing the pot he was a little shocked, for if there was cooking involoved that would be that so far this year there had been 3 cooking based classes.
But what in the History of Maigc involved cooking.......
"Morning Professor", he smiled.

Chris had been jammed up in the Library working on the various homework assignments that the Professors had so conviently assigned at the same time when he had remembered that a History of Magic class was starting soon. So after packing his books up and rushing towards the old classroom that Professor Lainey had once had when he was a youngster, the Head Boy reached the room and went on in.

He looked around and found Professor Lainey, "Hello Professor Lainey, Chris Potter Head Boy at your service!" he grinned brightly. "I can't wait for your lesson to begin, and welcome back to Hogwarts." he chuckled giving her a thumbs up and heading to stand with the rest of the students in the class so far.

Alright History of magic... great, he gets to take notes. What fun! a great frown on his face

Walking into the classroom, Jacobs mood was completely lifted. He saw the Professor with a pot on her head. Awesome! That just made his day. "Hey Professor." He said with a huge smile. "Awesome pot. Can I get one?" he asked excitedly. Then he'd get a horse, and Jacob would be a knight! Galoping around the classroom with his toy sword. This was looking to be an awesome class! And Jacob entered further in to the class room in case he was blocking the door with his daydreaming.

Ellie smiled at this older kid.

"I know, right? It's a pretty snazzy pot.. hat.. pot." and she faultered... Of course.

PREFECT alert! Lainey loved two things: Prefects and Slytherins (though notably less than all Ravenclaws, but STILL). She SQUINTEd at him, Raiden, as he passed and made a note of where he went. Prefects were useful. They'd run around do things, keep kids from being set on fire, generally be a second pair of eyes.

Good things, Prefects. Yep.


"It IS a good day, no? I'm feeling it. Good. Day." This was accompanied by what could only be described as a very localized barn dance.

"Sup," Lainey.... greeted. Cooly. Merlin, she was so not cool, but she offered a high five to the young Slytherin anyway. Slytherin WORD.

"You're thinking so hard your hair might catch fire over there, little lady. Cool it off. Don't burn up your brain BEFORE class. I want you in the best shape possible. Take a deep breath. Then do a jumpingjack!" Sure that made sense.

Lainey did a quick jumping jack demonstration.

Just in case. Then she looked at expectantly at Ellie.



"It no longer smells of vomit, actually. More like cupcakes. Though possibly Dark cupcakes. I'm not sure yet. I'll let you know how that goes!" That William. He was such good people. Lainey would have probably hugged him but... he was getting to be a big boy now, so... probably best.... to just let him be manly over there.


"Rule One: There is no crying in History!" Lainey stuffed the note down the front of her robes and chased after little Miss Trixie. In a lower tone, so others wouldn't hear, she added, "What's to cry about anyway? You can't remember! For all you know, you're perfectly happy! I bet you were. So smile. Be merry. I have a cupcake in my office later if you have fun."

True story. It might be Dark, but again.... Lainey would find out. Bet your dragon-skin boots on that, boy.



"Ohhhhhhhhh YES. It IS! You're so good at noticing, not a THING gets by you. It IS a good day and there IS a pot on my head! I'm keeping secrets though for now. You may speculate and/or point as necessary."


"Ummmm. Helllooooooooo. I have no death wish," been there. Done that," and unless my memory fails - no harm meant, Trixie! - then that is illegal still. Ask Max to play. He's far too pretty anyway." Few rocks to HIS noggin .... yeah.

.. no. He was too pretty. Merlin. WOOooOOOOoo. Ahem.


"I'm super, thanks for asking!" No, really, thanks! Not nearly enough people asked her how she was! Lainey rubbed the outsides of her arms and.... Merlin YEAH she WAS feeling SUPER.



"Yes INDEEDY!" HIGH FIVE!

Lainey's nose wrinkled up and she sniffed at the Mr. Slytherin Man there when he passed. "I don't want ants, so do be careful. Or share." Either or. One of those. Lainey liked sugar quills. Hmm. She grinned and waved at him...

... just cause.

"Word."

"Why..... thank you!" OH. AH. Lainey stroke several poses, none of them remotely model-like... but she tried anyway. OH. AH. POSE.

"I'm not a muggle." Just... in case that wasn't clear. Did that answer the question? No? What? Lainey forgot and moved her attention ... onward.

"It's okay. We're all uncomfortable, too. You'll get used to it."

Awwwwkkkwwwwarrrrrrrrdddddddd.



"I'm SO good. BOWBOW. SO GOOD." Lainey DID hug this student.



"Better to COOK YOU WITH!" Lainey CACKLED.

...


But. Well. Considering.... circumstances... well.

"I don't mean literally, by the way." Snort. SNORT. SNORTGIGGLESNORT.

... got away from Lainey there for a moment, the funny. "I just.... never mind. Thank you." She curtsied and wiped at her nose. Cook students.... who'd do such a thing??? Funny.

"In my classroom, you may ALWAYS say so. So. Sosososososos. Do-Ra-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Dooooooooooooooooooooooooo! " Definitely no ban on SO's and definitely a unique hat.

For now.

"THANKSSssssss."



"Hello Student." Lainey waved her whole arm at the student.... noting the mild stink eye.... or maybe that was a smile? Small one? Either way. WAVEWAVEWAVE.

"Hello Sir, Hello Sir! I save a seat JUST for you!"

...

Well. For all he knew she had. Lainey offered him a grin and pointed to a bit of soft looking floor.


"What? Your head is big? What?"

Messing with Gryffindors. TIMELESS FUN. "Did I say that out loud? Is that what you said? What IS going on?" Indeed. What indeed? Lainey didn't know. She .... wandered around the front of the room until the awkward went away, then offered Mr. Head Boy a wink.


Lainey patted her pot appreciatively, but answered the young man gravely. "CAN you? Can you. I'm just not comfortable answering that question."

Lainey gave a great shudder, then adjusted the pot.


And then she started class. Just like that.





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"Hello class. I," Lainey bowed here, a bit prematurely, but ..... whatever, "am Professor Lainey. Hold your applause until we all make it safely to the end of this class. Fingers crossed," and indeed, Lainey's were.


"I have a pot on my head. We're going to learn about stuff. Or at least pretend. You all want to sit? Sit. Sure, go ahead and sit on the floor..... but back to the pot. WHY do I have a pot on my head and NONE of you do?"

Yes, class, WHY?????

History of Magic.. alright. Ella arrived in the classroom and waved to the teacher. "Good morning, professor!" she said cheerily, sitting herself down next to a guy who looked about her age she didn't know. He looked pretty excited, and it seemed to be a little contagious. "Hi!" she said to him, chuckling a little bit.

Now, why did the teacher have a pot on her head? Ella wasn't very sure. She took a guess. "Well.. it looks like a cooking pot. Are you going to.. cook something?" But this was History of Magic.. so..? She sat confused.