Take her SHOES off? Wiggle her toes?

Weird guy.

Alice took a seat near the front of the History of Magic classroom for observing purposes. She stared at the man at behind the desk for a few seconds, taking in his appearance and demeanor before eyeing her shoes. Those were staying on, thank you very much.

But she did oblige to the nametag bit. Only that part, though.

"I'm wiggling my toes inside my socks, professor." Just so he knew.

Minerva headed towards the History of Magic classroom. Professor awesome wasn't here anymore which was a pity. He was mysterious and amazing and well Minerva liked that about him, but as long as Scabiors wasn't at the front desk she could handle anyone. Okay thinking of Frenchie not everyone. Merlin please let this guy be better than that one. Please... Walking in the classroom seemed normal enough. Shrugging she gave the new professor a small smile. "Hello Professor, my names Minerva Wheatborn. Welcome to Hogwarts sir."

Turning Minerva walked over to her usual front row seat. A thought of the last time she sat in the front row of this class popped in her mind. Well no dementors would be showing up today.. she hoped at least. Taking her seat she pulled out her parchment and quills and decided to doodle a bit until the class began.

Though Adi had practically skipped his way to the History of Magic classroom, he was by no means really excited for the subject itself. He found History quite boring but he was looking forward to seeing Professor D. And to collect that book.

"Professor D!'' Adi said, going up to the man's desk. "How are you?'' He eyed the bare feet curiously. What, no shoes? Anyway, he wondered if the man remembered him. Something told him yes. People never seemed to forget him.

The first year decided on a seat near the front of the room. That way he was less likely to fall asleep and let's face it. History made normal people fall asleep. "Take off my shoes?'' he muttered as the thought that Professor D was totally cool flashed in his head. "Don't mind if I do!'' Adi did just that, pulled off his shoes along with his socks. Swinging his feet (which were too short to touch the ground), he wrote out the the info needed:

She walked in slowly.. suspiciously... Not because she was suspicious, but he was.. the professor was. He was new and she did not know him, therefore he was suspicious, they all were. Ever since incidents and things happened when ever new professors came about she learned to just NOT trust the new ones when they came, nope. Thankfully it was her final term here though so she didnt really have to get use to him, and all his suspeciousness.

where were his shoes?

Ariana glanced up at the board, they could take off there shoes, if they wanted, was this superficial to the lesson? if not Ariana preferred to keep her's on, she liked her shoes anyway.

"Hello."

yes Hello to you sir. there was an Alice an a Min there already and she gave the girls a faint wave. hi Alice. hi Min.

she glanced down at a card as she went along down a row, what was this? all term, in one spot, what if people she didnt LIKE sat around her, could she simply moved said picked desk else where? was that an option HMM?

she picked a seat, in the middle towards the left three from the back, yup this was perfect, right here.

people should sit next to her mhm.

History of Magic wasn't the same without Mr. Vinteren. She used to try being one of the first to his class so she could get a front seat but now she needed a new strategy. This new guy...wanted them to actually PAY ATTENTION, like, was that even possible in HoM?? Probably not. He was being ridiculous. Lex could sleep in bright lights and didn't need a window to daydream out. The young Gryffindor had a limitless mind. It could do anything she told it to.

Alexa took note of shoe-less Professor...apparently they were all meant to be shoe-less...er...and sockless...

She dumped her bag at the table she would claim as hers then did that quick scribbly thing.

Then she slipped off her shoes and socks, tucked the socks into the shoes and slipped them under her desk. The book in his hand got no attention from her. It was most likely really boring anyway and she didn't want to go brain dead any sooner than she actually needed to. "Hello Professor."

Guess this wasn't so bad, having the class in the afternoon. Wade walked towards where History of Magic took place, whistling a little to occupy himself. History outside of runes often didn't settle long with him, but he was willing for something interesting to take ahold of him whenever.

Once inside, he noticed just how bright everything was. Least he wasn't feeling sleepy, because this would've been quite an awakening, otherwise. Wade saw their new History of Magic Professor sitting behind his desk, with his feets right on top... Mk, he seemed alright to Wade already. "Hello, Professor.. nice day, isn't it?" His eyes glanced towards the board's instructions before his brows furrowed at it.

.... Thank Merlin that Ella did not schedule a Quidditch practice before the class, because there seriously would've been some exceptions needed to be made to this instruction, otherwise. For people's noses sake, you know. Reluctantly, Wade then removed his shoes and socks before carrying them in his other hand before walking to take a seat by Minnie Mouse. His clean and nice smelling toes freely began their *wiggle* *wiggle* as he wrote in the note card before watching it stick.

Okay, where were the professor's shoes? Because, yep, that was one of the first things Sky noticed when she stepped into HoM. How could she not? "Hello, Professor Dursley."

Finding herself a seat in the middle of the classroom (because she was sure she wouldn't have to leave this class), she read the board. So, they could take their shoes off too if they wished? Okay! Her shoes were killing her feet anyway. Why she'd 'borrowed' her aunt's boots without putting some kind of spell on them to make them comfy was beyond her. Anyway, the boots and socks came off and foot massaging was happening. Right after she filled out her desk tag.

So, when can we drop History of Magic? Like... today? Why, thank you.

There was something about this new Professor that she just didn't like. It could very well be the class, yeah? She hadn't liked Scabior nor Vinteren. But this time she's blaming the Professor and not the class. As always. And it was all so evident as soon as she stepped inside. She almost actually walked out, but... well, she'd promised Lex she'd help her, right? And she keeps her words.

So, she just went in. Gave the man a nod. Her shoes are staying with her. And she'll be watching out for any possible Aidan Stone wannabes. She wasn't planning on repeating that event. No. She was still taking a seat beside Lex, because that was safe.

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Name: Lotus A. Wisteria
Year: 4th
House: Hogwartian

No labels, yo! Such a Hufflepuff.

What was her class today? Ah, right..History of Magic, right..

Nicola sighed a little bit as the clicking of her heels echoed the halls with every step that was made. Entering the room she took a quick scan of the classroom before making her ways towards a desk. The redhead caught sight of the Professor in front of the classroom and was immediately raising an eyebrow at him now. Not only was he barefoot, but he had even suggested the students take off their shoes as well, if they wanted to. Well, it was actually a good thing, because she really didn't want to do that, she was actually pretty comfortable staying in her shoes.

Picking a seat in the middle row, she placed her things down & saw the name tag on her desk. Quickly taking a moment to write down what was required.

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Name: Nicola Kusakindla
Year: Seventh
House: Ravenclaw

Once finished with that small task, she flipped her redhead over her shoulder and run her fingers through her hair as she waited for class to begin. Not being able to resist another questionable look at the odd Professor who wasn't wearing any shoes. Soon growing bored of looking at his bare feet, the seventh year's attention was then focused on her nails as she began to examine them. Oh great, she knew she should've brought her nail file with her! Look at the nail on her index finger, it was uneven! Nicola softy groaned a little frustrated with herself for not bringing her nail file. Not only could she NOT file her nail evenly, she would now have to try to ignore her pet peeve during today's lesson knowing about her uneven nail.

....Just perfect..

Cutty entered the history of magic classroom after going through a mental checklist in his mind; Quills, parchment, textbook, good night's rest. They were things that he would've done to prepare for a class anyway. His large, dark eyes fished around for a seat and spotting one of the curved ones on the edge, he took it, liking the fact that his back would never quite be directly in front of someone. Made watching it a little bit easier.

Cutty's forearm slid with the notecard as he pulled out his supplies from his bag. He looked down upon the notecard and read it, then filled it out promptly. To his surprise it stuck to his desk once he'd finished filled it out. Were they somehow sentient? He looked up at Professor Dursley who appeared to be invested in a copy of Animagus Transformation For Dummies.

Feeling prepared Cutty looked up towards the blackboard and saw the instructions for removing ones shoes...









NO!

Was anyone else resigned to weird professor requests or was it just West? No? Yes? In any case he had no problem taking his shoes off since thank you very much he kept his feet clean and such. You sort of had to being dormmates with a germophobe. Also West had awesome socks, so why not show them off?

Also, he sat next to Alice. Partly to be sure that M--Branxton wouldn't, and partly because he wanted to anyways.

Name thing.

..... And ready, with green socks that had yellow pineapples on them.

History of Magic.. Sarah loved that class... History cam easy to her after all, she bounced in. New professor. "Hi! Welcome to Hogwarts.. my name is Sarah Edwards". If she did not know his name yet, she would have asked him then. Dursley.... probably a relative of Harry Potter, it was good to see that even bad people had good decendents... wait, she never even knew this guy yet. But then everyone would be better then Vinterin.

What book was the professor holding? Sarah took a peek. "Can I read that book afterwards... I want to become an amigi, although I am not a dummy, I just lack the basics."

Then there were West's socks, "awesome socks man.." Sarah said to him. Maybe she should get a cool pair of socks for her brother's birthday.

She looked around and chose a seat in the back corner... She did not need a front row seat as she was loud enough and commanded enough attention. She then noticed the blackboard, "Professor, I don't wear socks, I wear stockings.. and besides is it proper to suggest that in a classroom with some male populance that socks can go off... some men have smelly feet". Women were always better you know.

She took out her quill and began to write.
Should she take off her shoes? Did Princesses do that? Was it proper or cheap to go without shoes? Sarah did not know. She thought about it for a moment... Her father never let her walk around barefoot since she was around three, as it was not proper, she was a princess after all.

Alright, she would take off her shoes... she could not take off her stockings in a co-ed classroom. She slipped her shoes off, feeling self-consious about everyone seeing her narrow feet. And they were small too

Another fun class to attend?

She certainly hoped so.

Although it was late afternoon, she wasn't tired in the slightest - just one perk of being a pure ball of energy - so it had barely taken any effort to get herself to class. She was VERY eager to learn, as long as she didn't need to read. Urgh. Brushing that thought aside, she bounded off to class, entering it all grins and enthusiasm. "Hellooooo, Professor! I'm Bristol!" GRIN.

Wait, what did it say on the board? Take her footwear off? Well ... there was no harm in doing that, she supposed. She shook her shoes off and then peeled her socks off. Did she just put them under her desk now? It would seem so. Bristol made her way over to a desk, sat down and shoved her shoes and socks under the desk. THERE. All ready. Expect, oh wait again ..

Name tag, tiiiiiiiiiime. Wasting no time at all, she filled it in, then sat patiently waiting for the class to begin.

Forrest was slightly tired--it was an afternoon class after all--but he thought he could handle it. He entered the class, smiled at the Professor, then saw the warning about the shoes.

...wiggle the toes?

Forrest hesitated...then saw Bristol, smiled, eyed her feet, and upon seeing her shoes and socks were off, he took his off as well--and all happened in only a few seconds. He then sat next to his BFF and grinned at her as he places his shoes and socks under his desk. Best friends unite, you know?

She knew.

Now class. Begin before this chap sleeps.

She was pretty much curious and a bit of excited to know about the new professors. Except after Arithmancy and detention she wasn't that keen. But she hoped it was different. Because History is one of her favorite subject for no reason other than she had liked the previous professors. Scaboir used to actually smile at her and like her answers, same for Vinteren...minus the smile part. And that was a very good reason to like something. Cue why she paid attention and worked hard on homework. Motivation. She'll decide about this year upon this lesson.

The fifth-year stepped into the classroom and paused for a bit. No shoes. Err...she'd rather keep hers on. But that was quite...interesting. She noted that then made her way towards one of the desks but then she turned around and got closer to the professor. "Good afternoon, Professor," Manners and all. Oh, and he had bare feet.....on the desk. He apparently was feeling at home. Which was a good thing?

Taking her time wandering between desks, she finally slid into one and reached for the card and scribbled info on it.

She could totally note what was different in the classroom while the others arrived. New lights, yeah?

"That's sexist." West pointed out. "GIRLS can have stinky feet too."

Just sayyyying, Sarah. Pshhhh. His feet were fine.

Sarah knew that she had said the wrong thing the minute it came out her mouth. "Oops, sorry. You see I no sisters, only 7 brothers and I remember their friends taking their socks off.. not very plesant. Besides, study show that although women have more sweat glands, men sweat more. There are sweat glands on ones feet that is why feet and socks smell"
Just putting it out there.

Sophie walked into the History of magic classroom not knowing what to expect. Once she noticed people taking their shoes off, she looked up at the board and read the instructions.

Well, alright! Taking off her shoes, she took a random seat. BUT. As she walked towards said seat, she couldn't help but noticed a little Slytherin boy who HAD MORDRED'S LAST NAME OMG. Her eyes were now WIDE just like her smile. And awwwwwwwwwwww, look at that! He didn't want to take his shoes off! Stubborn Adorable just like Mordred. N'AW. Could she hug him? WAIT, were they related?????

...Nah, probably not. Mordred would have mentioned something about a younger Mordaunt coming to-- WHOA! So many things were going on in Sophie's mind that she actually just sat there for a while, daaaaydreeeamiiiinnngggggggggg.

Which made her take forever to actually write her name and stuff on the piece of parchment. But she did so eventually.

N'AW, look at ickle Mordaunt. How cute!

This dude was gonna be way better than last term's creeper, yes? Even if his face wasn't as pretty? Cool. Very cool.

Ella made her way into the History of Magic Classroom and glanced around a bit before her gaze fell on the professor. "Hello Sir." He was barefoot, did he know? Oh but apparently that's what they were all meant to do. At least the blackboard said so. The blonde gave it some thought as she headed towards a seat in the middle of the room, giving smiles to those she knew. HI friends.

Settling down, the seventeen year old noted the notecard and started filling it out with the appropriate information.

Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.

When that was done, Ells slipped off her shoes but kept her socks on. She didn't want her feet to get cold, y'know?

History of Magic time, and she was going to meet yet another new professor. What was up with getting a new professor every year? She walked into the classroom more awake than usual. She spotted the professor right away with his shoes off! What in the name of merlin! How disgusting was that? Err... hello professor."

The sixth year picked a seat somewhere in the middle of the room. She noticed a note card was sitting on her desk so she read through it quickly. A name plate? That was easy enough.

Bringing her attention back to the front of the classroom. She scanned the board and was shocked to see that not only did the professor not have any manners, but he wanted his students to follow in his footsteps. The first thought that came to her mind was to protest, but would that really get her anywhere she wondered? Was it really a good idea to start off on the wrong foot? HA! She silently took off her shoes and socks with a scrowl on her face. She was not happy about this one bit!

History of Magic!

The boy was looking forward to this class somewhat. There was a new professor in and new professors were quite interesting, even if some ended up being weird. And others ended up having great hair. And the History professor from last term was a little... odd, even if he had complimented the boy that one time on his question. At least he had managed to teach them at the end of the day?

But Vinteren wasn't here and curiosity about the new professor peaked. Alec headed into the room and took a look around. Nothing... out of the ordinary? That was probably a good thing. Another good thing was that this lesson was in the afternoon, which meant that a healthy lunch had been had. You know, if BLT sandwiches were considered healthy.

It was then that his eyes landed on the Professor and-- ... BLINK. Was the man not wearing any shoes? Really? "Erm... hello Professor," he said, smiling a little and giving the man a nod before heading off towards an empty seat near the middle of the classroom. ... Nametag? Yeah? Okay. ... Scribble... scribble... scribble...

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Name: Alec B. Summers
Year: Sixth
House: Hufflepuff

There. Done. As for the shoes... why not? He took them off, along with his socks. This... was an interesting way to start off the lesson.

Adrienne entered the History of Magic classroom with a bored look on her face. She had no particular opinion on this class, honestly, although she had to admit she didn't dislike the professor. (Plus, he had liked her peppermint toad.) She took a deep breath and tried to look happy, but just didn't have the energy in her to bother. Ugh. She really hadn't been getting enough sleep for the all-day classes and all-night homework that she was being bombarded with.

She sat down at her desk, almost zombielike, and wrote her name down on the provided nametag.

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Name: Adrienne Rebecca Colbert
Year: Second
House: Ravenclaw

And then Adrienne noticed what it said on the board and shrugged. May as well. She pulled off her shoes and dropped them on the floor, then her socks, wrinkling her nose because her feet smelled kind of bad. Oh well, the rest of the class could just deal with it, and if they had a problem she could shove her stinky feet in their face. So there.

Wriggle wriggle wriggle.

Take off his shoes? Ehh...Caleb didn't know how he felt about that one. He liked to walk around barefoot of course, but in front of other PEOPLE? Nah, he wasn't about that. BUT he couldn't just disobey the professor so...it looked like he was going to have to just grin and bear it.

He took off his shoes and socks, and then, trying not to think about it too much, he began to write his name on his notecard.

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Caleb Newell
First Year
Slytherin

Cat happened to like her shoes, though. She did. She pondered on this as she picked a seat. If she was sitting in this seat all term, it had to be a good one, yes. It did. Good. She picked one near Ariana and Alice since they were favorites. Plus there was an empty seat beside her so maybe boyfriend would sit there. Maybe.

Oh right. She had a thing to do.

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Caterina Moretti
Slytherin
Fifth

Yep. That was her. This was her desk. Satisfied, Cat slipped her shoes off, made sad faces at them and stashed them half under her desk so that no one would steal them. Blue could swing out of nowhere, you know? But hey, her socks were orange, so that was cool. She was going to keep those on.