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Schroyers · 01-30-2016, 01:27 AM

SPOILER!!: Nana

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Originally Posted by nicole black

“Miss Greingoth,” Nana gave the slytherin a nod and a small smile in greeting. An amused glint lit up her dark eyes. “Thank you, you’ll be learning more about it and the others when your classmates have all settled in.” Which… Considering the hour might prove tricky.

“Miss Watson. Good morning.” Another small smile, another nod in greeting. She noticed the especially neat setup of the Ravenclaw’s uniform, it was much approved of.

This one was so tiny. Amaterasu, she was slightly worried for the little thing as she took her seat. “Good morning, young lady.” She said, offering Miss Potts a warmer smile, and watching with amusement as she began to take notes.

“Good morning, Miss Richards. I see you’ve noted the newest classroom decoration.” Tucking back a lock of her dark hair, Nana glanced back at the Tapestry herself. It was one of her favorites. “We’ll get to it in just a bit.. “

Eyes followed Mister Kyle as he drowsily crossed the room and took up his seat only to fall asleep at his desk. Clucking her tongue, Nana paused as she considered the sleeping Slytherin. Walking around her desk, the Professor searched through the desk until she found just what she’d been looking for; A fine point marker. She glanced to the other students, pausing in her movement to Kyle’s desk. “Do as I say, not as I do.” she warned the class before kneeling down to write across the sleeping boy’s head.

In neat letters, his forehead now said: Sleeping Beauty.
That would teach him, surely.

“Ah, Prefect Baines. Good morning.” The boy had proven himself a bright, well mannered and eager student in Nana’s past lessons. She gave him a warm smile as she made her way from Oliver’s desk to her own. He would set a fine example to the others, as always.

She was hardly surprised as the Ravenclaw went from chair, to chair, to chair in a very short amount of time in the Professor’s opinion. It was very like her to be everywhere and nowhere all at once, and no, it was not charming. “Good Morning, Miss Denaker.” She crossed her arms lightly over her chest. a small smile, one much more rueful than anything else swept across Nana’s feature as Denaker spoke again. “I’m glad to hear it. I hope you’re not just inhaling the words, but also soaking them in.” There it was. That determination that was rather more worrying than admirable.

The reason behind Mister Chevalier’s accident was unknown to Nana, not to mention much less important than the accident itself. Perhaps he, like Mister Kyle was still drowsy? Sleep so often made clumsy little fools out of it’s dreamers. “Do be careful, Mister Chevalier. I loathe to have to send you off to the Hospital Wing before our lesson begins.” Nana not unkindly said, offering the young boy a smile.

It wasn’t so very early, was it?

“Good Morning, Miss Kennedy.” The young girl seemed quite full of energy. Clearly the product of a night well rested. Another smile, another nod.

Another immaculate dressed pupil. Just what Nana liked to see in her students. Cleanliness was important, as was taking good care of one’s self and that did include one’s appearance. “Good Morning, Miss Darcy.” Darcy... She was sure the name rang a bell, perhaps she was only remembering the Austen character.

Salander, energetic was an underestimation. Lips tugging into an amused smile, she greeted the Gryffindor with a nod. “Good morning, Mister Salander… “ Nana had been about to tell the young man to take his seat when he rushed over to get a closer look at the main tapestry.

So very eager, oh dear. “There are more, and you’ll see more of them when your peers and yourself have settled down, Mister Salander.” She calmly stated, still smiling softly, though it did shift into a bit of a smirk as the boy continued on with… an Oaxen theory. “Take your seat, good things come to those who wait.” Or, in layman’s terms; be patient.

Ah, and here was the other Ravenclaw Prefect. “Good morning, Prefect Wright. Make yourself comfortable, class will be beginning shortly.” Always lovely to see that young minds still read for pleasure, and not just to further their academic aims ( though that was certainly noble in it’s own right).

“Good morning, Mister Leonard, welcome to today’s class.” Nana grinned, a polite nod of greeting coming his way.

“Good Morning, Head boy.” Another nod, another polite smile. She checked her watch, not a student late yet, excellent.

The glint of glass caught her attention before the greeting. Had the Hufflepuff Prefect been using a mirror? He didn’t seem the vain kind. Curious. “Good Morning, Prefect Nicolei. I’m very well, thank you for asking.” sleep deprived, but that tended to happen more often than not of late. “Yes, they are, aren’t they? Edo period.” She explained. she was quite eager to bring them to the class’ attention.

[Qoute=Jaemin Song] Unfamiliar Familiars and tapestries. The small boy yawned and wondered what the connection was as he stared up at one.

The yawning Mister Song received a nod and a warm, welcoming smile.

Not much energy in the room, but the calm sleepy atmosphere of the moment was preferable to Nana over the more restless, agitated kind that usually came with teaching a class of teenagers. “Good Morning, Miss Andrews.” Nana said with a warm smile.

“Good Morning, Miss guidry.” She checked her watch again after giving the young girl a smile, they’d be starting up soon.

“Good Morning, Miss Lynch.” Nice to see the bright young girl looking so well, and treating herself so warmly, she had worried a bit about that.

Nana clucked her tongue at the young boy’s sullen appearance, but said nothing, she would be keeping an eye on him.

She smiled softly at the young girl. “I think you’ll enjoy it, Miss Stevens.”

“Good Morning, Mister Browne.” Nana quietly approved of the young man’s well put-together and clearly well-rested self. A fine example for the younger students.

Case in point, Mister Winchester who seemed like he could use another hour or two’s rest. “Good Morning, Mister Winchester.” Nana said, lips pursed just a bit as his mumbled greeting, but really, it was to be expected.

Ah, little miss lupin. “Good Morning.” Nana resisted the urge to ask her if she had any chocolate pudding on her.

“Good Morning, Mister Thomas Borzekowski.” Amateratsu, what a name. Nana could sympathize, her own last name, though shorter, was not the easiest for Westerners.

Quiet Miss Newman was sent a warm smile.

“Good Morning, Miss Tyler.” Nana gave the Ravenclaw a nod and smile along with her greeting. The Classroom suddenly seemed full of yawns. Nana was forced to clear her throat to keep her own yawn in check. Oh dear.

=============

Nana smiled softly at the students. There. Now that everyone was settled in and greetings had been called back and forth, they could get to the meat of it. Taking up her pointer, Nana moved along the desks, pausing before a tapestry. “Each Tapestry tells a story, and though they are all very different.” As she passed, she tapped each one, sending the scene within them wordlessly into play. “You will, if you pay attention, see there is a common theme amongst them.” She paused, glancing towards the students, keen to watch their reactions and to see just who was paying attention. “Vulpes Vulpes, or rather, beings that appeared only to be Red Foxes play a key component in each narrative. Sometimes in the role of advisory, sometimes in the role of antagonist, while at others they are depicted as lovers.” That surely would catch the attention of some of the less… awake students.

“Kitsune. Or Fox spirits were figures in Muggle Mythology as far back as China’s 11th century, though, the Myths surrounding Nine-tailed foxes did not stick to the Japanese consciousness until the more superstitious Edo period. Muggles often depicted the Kitsune as shapeshifters, malevolent spirits that sought to cause trouble on their master’s behalf.” Nana made her way back to the front, and stood before her desk. “The most common guise for the Kitsune to wear was that of an unusually beautiful ‘Fox Faced’ woman, generally in these Myths, the Kitsune would fall in love, marry and carry the child of a human man, all without the man ever knowing of his wife’s true nature. Now, Wizarding scholars have hypothesized that Kitsune were actually Animagi who used their transformative abilities to live amongst Muggles safely. Other theories do surround this myth, and many of them incorporate Transfiguration into the story. I want to know what you think the Kitsune actually were. There are no wrong answers.” She was smiling, not cooly or politely as she usually did, no, there was genuine warmth in the curves of her lips. This was what she lived for; teaching and encouraging new ideas, theorizing. It was a beautiful thing.

“Follow up question; what is the spirit? The Soul of a human or animal? Is it something that can be magically replicated? can you imbue spirit into an inanimate object? Can you… Create life?” It was a not a question for the weak minded, unimaginative wizard, but she had come to see that her students were anything but. ”Can I create a free thinking, self-sustaining being that will do my bidding? What do the Laws of magic tell us?” She leaned back, arms gently crossed over her chest and waited for the answers to float their way to her.

Hopefully in a calm, and orderly manner.

OOC: No answer is a stupid answer. Even if your character isn’t sure, I / Nana encourage them to speak up and get involved no matter what. I will give points for creativity and accuracy.

Next move-along-post will be innnnnn approximately 18 hours.

If you have any questions feel free to PM me or have your character as Nana in-lesson.

Whatever floats your boat, and most importantly, have fun. [/QUOTE]

Alice listened for a bit and really thought about all of this. It was a cool theory/story thing.. But She didn't know anything about Kitsune or Japan or China and whatever.. She raised her hand because that's what polite people with manners would do. "Professor? I don't really know anything about Kid-su-nay.. or whatever but my Brother's an Animagus.. so if people thought they were like.. Fox spirits then that makes sense? My Brother's a wolf sometimes.. it's pretty cool." So maybe she was bragging a little but the theory made sense and that was all she could really say. But she thought a little more and then decided to speak again. "But Professor.. Being an Animagus isn't an inherited ability." She did know that much, Max had to work for years to do it. "And how could all of them be foxes?" She actually knew a bit about all of this. Just because of Max and hearing him talk about it. An animagus' animal form was dependent on personality, much like a Patronus.

Now the second question was harder because Alice still didn't know much about magic and wasn't particularly gifted in any area of it.. But she was sure you couldn't make another living thing. She didn't think there was a spell for that.

01-30-2016, 01:27 AM	#45 (permalink)
Schroyers DMLE Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: Jakku Posts: 12,202 Hogwarts RPG Name: Felix Lupin First Year	SPOILER!!: Nana Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black “Miss Greingoth,” Nana gave the slytherin a nod and a small smile in greeting. An amused glint lit up her dark eyes. “Thank you, you’ll be learning more about it and the others when your classmates have all settled in.” Which… Considering the hour might prove tricky. “Miss Watson. Good morning.” Another small smile, another nod in greeting. She noticed the especially neat setup of the Ravenclaw’s uniform, it was much approved of. This one was so tiny. Amaterasu, she was slightly worried for the little thing as she took her seat. “Good morning, young lady.” She said, offering Miss Potts a warmer smile, and watching with amusement as she began to take notes. “Good morning, Miss Richards. I see you’ve noted the newest classroom decoration.” Tucking back a lock of her dark hair, Nana glanced back at the Tapestry herself. It was one of her favorites. “We’ll get to it in just a bit.. “ Eyes followed Mister Kyle as he drowsily crossed the room and took up his seat only to fall asleep at his desk. Clucking her tongue, Nana paused as she considered the sleeping Slytherin. Walking around her desk, the Professor searched through the desk until she found just what she’d been looking for; A fine point marker. She glanced to the other students, pausing in her movement to Kyle’s desk. “Do as I say, not as I do.” she warned the class before kneeling down to write across the sleeping boy’s head. In neat letters, his forehead now said: Sleeping Beauty. That would teach him, surely. “Ah, Prefect Baines. Good morning.” The boy had proven himself a bright, well mannered and eager student in Nana’s past lessons. She gave him a warm smile as she made her way from Oliver’s desk to her own. He would set a fine example to the others, as always. She was hardly surprised as the Ravenclaw went from chair, to chair, to chair in a very short amount of time in the Professor’s opinion. It was very like her to be everywhere and nowhere all at once, and no, it was not charming. “Good Morning, Miss Denaker.” She crossed her arms lightly over her chest. a small smile, one much more rueful than anything else swept across Nana’s feature as Denaker spoke again. “I’m glad to hear it. I hope you’re not just inhaling the words, but also soaking them in.” There it was. That determination that was rather more worrying than admirable. The reason behind Mister Chevalier’s accident was unknown to Nana, not to mention much less important than the accident itself. Perhaps he, like Mister Kyle was still drowsy? Sleep so often made clumsy little fools out of it’s dreamers. “Do be careful, Mister Chevalier. I loathe to have to send you off to the Hospital Wing before our lesson begins.” Nana not unkindly said, offering the young boy a smile. It wasn’t so very early, was it? “Good Morning, Miss Kennedy.” The young girl seemed quite full of energy. Clearly the product of a night well rested. Another smile, another nod. Another immaculate dressed pupil. Just what Nana liked to see in her students. Cleanliness was important, as was taking good care of one’s self and that did include one’s appearance. “Good Morning, Miss Darcy.” Darcy... She was sure the name rang a bell, perhaps she was only remembering the Austen character. Salander, energetic was an underestimation. Lips tugging into an amused smile, she greeted the Gryffindor with a nod. “Good morning, Mister Salander… “ Nana had been about to tell the young man to take his seat when he rushed over to get a closer look at the main tapestry. So very eager, oh dear. “There are more, and you’ll see more of them when your peers and yourself have settled down, Mister Salander.” She calmly stated, still smiling softly, though it did shift into a bit of a smirk as the boy continued on with… an Oaxen theory. “Take your seat, good things come to those who wait.” Or, in layman’s terms; be patient. Ah, and here was the other Ravenclaw Prefect. “Good morning, Prefect Wright. Make yourself comfortable, class will be beginning shortly.” Always lovely to see that young minds still read for pleasure, and not just to further their academic aims ( though that was certainly noble in it’s own right). “Good morning, Mister Leonard, welcome to today’s class.” Nana grinned, a polite nod of greeting coming his way. “Good Morning, Head boy.” Another nod, another polite smile. She checked her watch, not a student late yet, excellent. The glint of glass caught her attention before the greeting. Had the Hufflepuff Prefect been using a mirror? He didn’t seem the vain kind. Curious. “Good Morning, Prefect Nicolei. I’m very well, thank you for asking.” sleep deprived, but that tended to happen more often than not of late. “Yes, they are, aren’t they? Edo period.” She explained. she was quite eager to bring them to the class’ attention. [Qoute=Jaemin Song] Unfamiliar Familiars and tapestries. The small boy yawned and wondered what the connection was as he stared up at one. The yawning Mister Song received a nod and a warm, welcoming smile. Not much energy in the room, but the calm sleepy atmosphere of the moment was preferable to Nana over the more restless, agitated kind that usually came with teaching a class of teenagers. “Good Morning, Miss Andrews.” Nana said with a warm smile. “Good Morning, Miss guidry.” She checked her watch again after giving the young girl a smile, they’d be starting up soon. “Good Morning, Miss Lynch.” Nice to see the bright young girl looking so well, and treating herself so warmly, she had worried a bit about that. Nana clucked her tongue at the young boy’s sullen appearance, but said nothing, she would be keeping an eye on him. She smiled softly at the young girl. “I think you’ll enjoy it, Miss Stevens.” “Good Morning, Mister Browne.” Nana quietly approved of the young man’s well put-together and clearly well-rested self. A fine example for the younger students. Case in point, Mister Winchester who seemed like he could use another hour or two’s rest. “Good Morning, Mister Winchester.” Nana said, lips pursed just a bit as his mumbled greeting, but really, it was to be expected. Ah, little miss lupin. “Good Morning.” Nana resisted the urge to ask her if she had any chocolate pudding on her. “Good Morning, Mister Thomas Borzekowski.” Amateratsu, what a name. Nana could sympathize, her own last name, though shorter, was not the easiest for Westerners. Quiet Miss Newman was sent a warm smile. “Good Morning, Miss Tyler.” Nana gave the Ravenclaw a nod and smile along with her greeting. The Classroom suddenly seemed full of yawns. Nana was forced to clear her throat to keep her own yawn in check. Oh dear. ============= Nana smiled softly at the students. There. Now that everyone was settled in and greetings had been called back and forth, they could get to the meat of it. Taking up her pointer, Nana moved along the desks, pausing before a tapestry. “Each Tapestry tells a story, and though they are all very different.” As she passed, she tapped each one, sending the scene within them wordlessly into play. “You will, if you pay attention, see there is a common theme amongst them.” She paused, glancing towards the students, keen to watch their reactions and to see just who was paying attention. “Vulpes Vulpes, or rather, beings that appeared only to be Red Foxes play a key component in each narrative. Sometimes in the role of advisory, sometimes in the role of antagonist, while at others they are depicted as lovers.” That surely would catch the attention of some of the less… awake students. “Kitsune. Or Fox spirits were figures in Muggle Mythology as far back as China’s 11th century, though, the Myths surrounding Nine-tailed foxes did not stick to the Japanese consciousness until the more superstitious Edo period. Muggles often depicted the Kitsune as shapeshifters, malevolent spirits that sought to cause trouble on their master’s behalf.” Nana made her way back to the front, and stood before her desk. “The most common guise for the Kitsune to wear was that of an unusually beautiful ‘Fox Faced’ woman, generally in these Myths, the Kitsune would fall in love, marry and carry the child of a human man, all without the man ever knowing of his wife’s true nature. Now, Wizarding scholars have hypothesized that Kitsune were actually Animagi who used their transformative abilities to live amongst Muggles safely. Other theories do surround this myth, and many of them incorporate Transfiguration into the story. I want to know what you think the Kitsune actually were. There are no wrong answers.” She was smiling, not cooly or politely as she usually did, no, there was genuine warmth in the curves of her lips. This was what she lived for; teaching and encouraging new ideas, theorizing. It was a beautiful thing. “Follow up question; what is the spirit? The Soul of a human or animal? Is it something that can be magically replicated? can you imbue spirit into an inanimate object? Can you… Create life?” It was a not a question for the weak minded, unimaginative wizard, but she had come to see that her students were anything but. ”Can I create a free thinking, self-sustaining being that will do my bidding? What do the Laws of magic tell us?” She leaned back, arms gently crossed over her chest and waited for the answers to float their way to her. Hopefully in a calm, and orderly manner. OOC: No answer is a stupid answer. Even if your character isn’t sure, I / Nana encourage them to speak up and get involved no matter what. I will give points for creativity and accuracy. Next move-along-post will be innnnnn approximately 18 hours. If you have any questions feel free to PM me or have your character as Nana in-lesson. Whatever floats your boat, and most importantly, have fun. [/QUOTE] Alice listened for a bit and really thought about all of this. It was a cool theory/story thing.. But She didn't know anything about Kitsune or Japan or China and whatever.. She raised her hand because that's what polite people with manners would do. "Professor? I don't really know anything about Kid-su-nay.. or whatever but my Brother's an Animagus.. so if people thought they were like.. Fox spirits then that makes sense? My Brother's a wolf sometimes.. it's pretty cool." So maybe she was bragging a little but the theory made sense and that was all she could really say. But she thought a little more and then decided to speak again. "But Professor.. Being an Animagus isn't an inherited ability." She did know that much, Max had to work for years to do it. "*And how could all* of them be foxes?*" She actually knew a bit about all of this. Just because of Max and hearing him talk about it. An animagus' animal form was dependent on personality, much like a Patronus. Now the second question was harder because Alice still didn't know much about magic and wasn't particularly gifted in any area of it.. But she was sure you couldn't make another living thing. She didn't think there was a spell for that. __________________ BE YOUNG. BE DOPE. BE PROUD. Like an AMERICAN. Last edited by Schroyers; 01-30-2016 at 01:52 AM.*