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Imsosikk07 · 09-17-2013, 01:54 AM

SPOILER!!: professor

Sitting back in his seat he watched as the professor began to speak and scoffed at the mention of the one student who did a chicken dance. Anyone who does something stupid like that doesn't deserve points, but mental professional help... he thought to himself. But that was enough of thinking of such nonsense. On to the lesson. As he watched the professor walk down one of the aisles he raises his eyebrow listening to his words carefully. As he continued to listen he was completely caught off guard by a little light that shot right towards his face. Logan flinched slightly as he sat straight up from being all relaxed. He was now tensed up and just kept his focus on the light before it disappeared out of the window.

This bloke is mad. MAD I TELL YOU! WHO BLOODY SHOOTS LIGHTS IN YOUR FACE THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?! MEIN GOTT IN HIMMEL!! Logan said angrily in his mind to himself. What WOULD Logan use to protect himself id something was thrown at him like that? He thought for a moment before clearing his throat, lifted his hand up slightly and then said, "Protego can work, or if you are thinking on your toes quick enough you can use the backfiring jinx." He said with a shrug and sat back in his seat again.

09-17-2013, 01:54 AM	#96 (permalink)
Imsosikk07 Jarvey Join Date: Dec 2010 Posts: 644 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eli Mercer Seventh Year	SPOILER!!: professor Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo [color=#58a84f][textcut=your googley eye replies are in here] As the last students filed in, Pierson tossed his apple core into the rubbish bin, swung his legs off of his desk and stood up to his feet to get a good look at the students before him. "Alrighty," he said, clapping his hands together once and rubbing them together. *"Welcome to the first lesson of the* best class in Hogwarts. Charms." Obviously. "If you didn't read, or if you forgot, or just didn't care enough to retain this information, my name is Professor Fuller, and I am your new Charms Professor." Also obvious. Piers gave a look towards the Kettleburn girl. "The chicken dancing made my morning, by the way." He then looked out to the whole class. "I'll give five points to anyone who can top that entrance next lesson." He clapped again. "Rightio, let's get started! Starting with a hypothetical situation." Piers paused for a moment and slowly started to walk down one of the isles between the desks. "You are paralyzed from the waist down. Your neck is broken and, therefore, unable to move. Also, your arm is broken. Luckily, your wand arm is fully functional and you just so happen to have your wand in hand." So basically, all you can use is your wand. That might have been easier to say, but he was trying to paint a picture here. "Suddenly, you notice something hurtling towards your face!" In a split second, Pierson unholstered his wand and created a (very) small explosion of colorful lights which broke into tens and tens of tiny little balls of light that suddenly few into each of the student's faces and STOPPED. RIGHT in front of their noses. Literally a couple inches away. GOOD MORNING. Pierson paused and watched the students curiously. A few seconds later, he gave his wand a swish and the lights all herded together and disappeared out the open window. "What would you do? How would you stop it from breaking your face, whatever it was?"** Sitting back in his seat he watched as the professor began to speak and scoffed at the mention of the one student who did a chicken dance. Anyone who does something stupid like that doesn't deserve points, but mental professional help... he thought to himself. But that was enough of thinking of such nonsense. On to the lesson. As he watched the professor walk down one of the aisles he raises his eyebrow listening to his words carefully. As he continued to listen he was completely caught off guard by a little light that shot right towards his face. Logan flinched slightly as he sat straight up from being all relaxed. He was now tensed up and just kept his focus on the light before it disappeared out of the window. This bloke is mad. MAD I TELL YOU! WHO BLOODY SHOOTS LIGHTS IN YOUR FACE THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?! MEIN GOTT IN HIMMEL!! Logan said angrily in his mind to himself. What WOULD Logan use to protect himself id something was thrown at him like that? He thought for a moment before clearing his throat, lifted his hand up slightly and then said, "Protego can work, or if you are thinking on your toes quick enough you can use the backfiring jinx." He said with a shrug and sat back in his seat again.