| Billywig
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Second Year |  Mischievous Niffler
SPOILER!!: Replies! "Why thank you," Charles greeted the first student (a Hufflepuff)cheerfully, looking up from his work. "Good morning to you too."
Next was a Ravenclaw. "Good morning Dorian."He looked like he was trying to read what Charles was writing. That was okay. It was just an order form to Hogsmeade for more school supplies. Speaking of which... "Underneath the hood of your desk are a set of spare quills and writing material. Feel free to take whatever you need."
It was unlikely he would notice students if they weren't being noisy, unless he were to look up by chance as one passed by. This would go on for another ten minutes or so until the lesson was ready to begin. He did not notice the Ravenclaw as she made her way over to her chair to begin watching him intently. "Greetings Mr. Carden," Charles said with a small glance at the speaker, returning the Slytherin's polite greeting cheerfully. "Hope you are well today."
He did not even have to glance up to know who had just spoken. That kind of unenthusiastic greeting could only have come from Jessa Cambridge, someone who he knew was bored with the subject. Or maybe she was just bored with his teaching methods. That was understandable. Most of the other teachers employed physical activities in their classes while he asked for essays and gave lectures. But just because he understood her boredom did not mean he would allow her grades to slip! "Good morning Jessa. I hope you are well." Text Cut: Emmalyn!
Time for class! She scampered into the room, taking in the beautiful ceiling and noting the cooler next to dest, before offering her greeting to Professor Curtains. "Good day, sir, I trust you are well." Her smile was genuine and she eagerly took a seat near the professors desk. She didn't want to chance missing out on anything.
After choosing her seat, she took out her required supplies and neatly arranged them on the desk before her. The term was still new and her supplies were still fresh and full of possibilities. She wondered what their condition would be, towards the terms end, after months of heavy use.
Once settled, she glanced around and only noticed one other Hufflepuff, Kimi. She gave him a nod and hoped their other housemates would be arriving before the start of class. She was especially worried about Daisy. With all that had gone on the past several weeks, she didn't know if her friend would be feeling well enough to attend class.
How nice to see someone enthusiastic for History of Magic! Of course this was something Charles had come to expect from the Hufflepuff. "Good morning to you too, Ms. Walsh. I am very well, thank you for asking. I hope you are too." Hopefully she would appreciate the lesson. Text Cut: Ewan
Full of joy, Ewan entered the classroom, ready for his very first lesson! Excited to learn more about the History of the magical world, he sat down at close to the front. As he sat, he plumed his bag onto the desk and pulled out his textbook, quills and parchment. Using quills was still fairly new to him and seemed strange in all honesty but it did not bother him in the slightest. He was ready; He was eager; He was... sitting on his own.
Looking around now, he recognised a few of the other children.
"Hey Emmalyn"
"Hey Quinn"
Smiling and giving them a small wave, unsure if he should go and sit by either, he turned back to the Professor sitting at the front. "Good morning Professor! I should warn you... I know very little about wizarding history!. With a faint laugh, he picked up his quill, ready to learn, not fully comprehending that the professor was occupied with whatever he had in front of him.
Well now, who wouldn't love this students eager to learn attitude? Charles smiled at the first year. "No need to worry, Mr. Jones. I don't expect anyone to know very much about history right away. History is a subject troublesome even to many adults. It really is a fascinating subject, though, for those receptive to learn."
And he sensed this one was eager to learn. Text Cut: Skylar History of Magic was one of those lessons that Skylar was indifferent over and in all honesty, she probably shouldn't have bothered committing to a NEWT for this class, but on the other hand, it was typically an easy grade booster. Memorization of random facts of dead guys? Yea, she could do that. Also, Professor Curtains humored her for some bizarre reason. But not in the comedy sort of way; it was a unique humor.
Noting him writing some sort of essay thing, she only hoped this wasn't instructions for an essay they might have to do later. Or if they DID have to write an essay, could they get to go leave class early and go write it wherever they wanted? The weather was still moderately decent and Skylar would definitely have preferred writing outside than inside the stone castle walls.
"Good day, Professor Curtains," she greeted, hoping to not distract him too much, but she did take in the note on the cooler and smiled because ultrices was a Latin word. Hattie might have made fun of her for all the classes and electives she took, but Latin was dead useful. No pun intended by use of 'dead' either. And she took a seat near the front, because if her prediction based on her Latin translation was correct, she definitely wanted to be first to the cooler. "Good day to you too, Miss Diggory, hope you are well," Charles said cheerfully, noticing how she smiled at the cooler. Ah, so she knew what that word meant? Count him impressed.
He did glance up as the Slytherin greeted him, but only for a moment. Then it was back to the order forms. "Good morning young Patrick. I hope you are well." Why he called some students by their surnames and others by their first names was really rather random. Some students he would call by their first names one day and their last names another. "Good morning Anna," he replied, this time not even glancing up to see who had spoken. He recognized the voice so he didn't have to. She seemed cheerful today. That was good. "Good morning Mr. Forsfelle," he returned the Ravenclaw's greeting without looking up. He was almost at the end of his essay now. Very soon he would be able to greet them properly... "Good morning Juni. Hope you are well today." He liked this Ravenclaw student. She usually did fairly well on History of Magic. Her grades were never bad here. Top rate student, this one.
He was too engrossed in finishing his final order form to notice as Junia walked into the classroom and found a seat. That was okay. He did not expect to be able to greet each student separately. It was nothing against any of them. He was not one of those professors who demanded a hello from everyone at every lesson. Text Cut: Maddie
Maddie had big plans for this school year, and part of those plans included doing lots better in her classes. The other parts of her plan included doing something to help Hufflepuff win the house cup. I mean, Slytherin couldn't win every year, could they? Maddie headed up to the third floor and toward the History of Magic classroom. This class was one of her favorites. It wasn't her favorite, but it wasn't Arithmancy or something terrible like that either.
Walking into the classroom, Maddie spotted the professor. He looked busy writing something down, so she started not to bother him. Other people were greeting him, though, so a quick hello couldn't hurt anything, right? "Hello, Professor!" she said. She was pretty proud of herself for not YELLING that greeting like she usually did. The ceiling looked awesome, and she couldn't help but reading the letters on that mysterious blue cooler. Her eyes squinted at the word, but she never could make out what it said, so she just headed to a seat to get ready for class to start.
"Why hello to you too, Maddie," Charles said cheerfully, looking up just to make sure it was Maddie who was addressing him. Oh good, it was. Sometimes he got students names wrong when he assumed. "I hope you are well this morning. Find a seat. Class will commence shortly." And he went back to writing... Text Cut: Derf! Derf had not slept. He was already a bit overwhelmed with prefect duties, OWL studying, quidditch tryouts....and there was also a little black haired beetle winged something something he had named Brokkr who he had found on the grounds just before sundown caught in a web. One of his wings was broken and, well, Derf couldn't just leave him there sooooo...he had collected the creature who decided to be nocturnal and...yeah. The Hufflepuff had more than just bags under his eyes as he entered the classroom - some visible bite marks and scratches - and the moment her stepped inside he was confused. Hadn't he just left the Great Hall and...what?
Rubbing his eyes A LOT, tried looking for his house table since, well, that would be where he was supposed to sit, right? Only everyone seemed to be mingling so he went for comfort and plopped himself down beside Jessa ..... and then his eyes crossed looking at her book because what alternate reality had he just stepped into? The cover of her book said one thing...but the page she was on was...
"Uuuuuugh," he moaned as his forehead slammed down on the table in front of him.
The cooler went unnoticed, not that the fifth year knew enough Latin TO know and he hadn't signed up to take that extracurricular lesson with Professor Noble. Maybe next term.
And the professor seemed busy, so no need to interrupt the man, yeah?
He did not notice as the prefect came in and made his way over to a desk. He was, after all, writing and so was unlikely to notice a student unless she or he made some noise.
A moment later that was just what this one did. Charles looked up in mild concern at the sight of Derf's forehead slammed on his table. "Are you all right, Mr. Hawthorne ?" It was understandable if he was exhausted from prefect duties. "It is indeed a beautiful day, Mr. Prichard," said Charles, smiling appreciatively at the boy's comment. "I myself have always admired the billowy beauty of the Cumulonimbus clouds. Usually a prelude to storms, but beautiful to look at hours beforehand."
Being momentarily busy, Professor Curtains did not notice those students who were not making any noise as they entered. He was not one of those professors who got upset if a student did not say hello, so even if he did notice it is unlikely he would have said anything.
Hopefully this lesson would not be as bad as Abraham dreads...
Now he was finished with the order forms he had been writing. He sealed them inside a large envelope and set it aside. The students would have his undivided attention now. It was probably a good thing that it was that moment that he finished, or else he might have missed the young Ravenclaw's wave. "Good morning Trinetta," he responded cheerfully. Enthusiastic students were always encouraging. "Good morning Kye. I am well, thank you for asking. I hope you are well too." And he noticed her sugar quill. "Nice quill." Yeah, he didn't mind. As long as she didn't start eating it, of course. "Why hello Chloe," he greeted the cheerful student pleasantly. Her next words impressed him. It reminded him of an old classic he had in his little library. "I agree, that can be a confusing greeting. For instance, saying good morning could mean you are wishing someone a good morning like you said, or it could mean that the morning itself is good independent of your desires that another person has a good morning, or it could mean that it is a morning to do good deeds on. Well noted, well noted." And the book that this conversation reminded him of was the Hobbit. "Good morning Beth," he said, his attention now on the students as his work was finished. Well, his writing work was finished. The lesson would be starting in just a few minutes.
Here comes Zoryn. "Good morning to you too Ms. Spinnet," he said, though she hadn't said good morning. He chuckled softly at her suggestion that Regina was giving them homework. It wasn't that far from the truth. "Technically yes. I am ordering more school supplies, that's what these forms are for. Settle down, lesson will begin shortly." Text Cut: Ronan The Head Boy wanted to be here about as much as everyone else. But he felt that, as a student leader, he sort of had an obligation. So, here he was. Ronan chose a seat towards one of the back corners, though, so that he couldn't be seen if he got too bored and chose to do something else.
Seriously, how did one take a subject that could potentially be interesting (see, previous professors) and make it about as interesting as watching grass grow?
While waiting for class to begin, he chose to let his patronus scurry around his desk. Honestly, this was part experiment to see if Professor Curtains would notice the little translucent meerkat, and part to get under certain others' skin and distract them so that maybe Gryffindor could get ahead in the points department. Plus, he enjoyed the fact that he seemed to be the first in his graduating class to be able to do it.
Out of all the students he had taught, Professor Curtains believed Ronan to be one of the least enthusiastic with his methods - and that was saying a lot since about half of the student populace had expressed boredom with his methods in the previous term. That was all right...provided their grades didn't slip. "Wands away for now, Mr. Carter," he reproved the head as the Patronus skirted around the desk. Though it was impressive magic. "Thank you Ms. Swann, and good morning to you too. I hope you are well." He gave a brief smile back to the Hufflpeuff before returning his attention back to the door. Text Cut: Stasya To be honest, Stasya had a complicated relationship with History of Magic as a subject. She did find it interesting, but some lessons had definitely been more so than others. The only thing that kept the subject solidly on the side of maybe being liked was the fact so far there hadn’t been any risk of creatures being hurt just for their own benefit. It was just history. Stuff that happened in the past, kind of like the past three terms. Except there were plenty of things from then that she didn’t want to remember.
Plus, she felt like she was obligated to go to lessons, not counting COMC since she’d always go to those lessons not matter what, given the badge on her robes. Although it wasn’t going to stop her from the tenuous thread that constantly was about to break when it came to her going to Potions lessons. This wasn’t Potions, and all the other lessons weren’t Potions, therefore she was okay with going. She’d just taken her time a little, checking on the creatures in the barns and the infant nursery before heading back inside with time to spare to get to class on time. She was handling her responsibilities quite well, thank you very much.
Giving the professor a curious smile as she made her way to a seat sort of near Derf, Jessa and Chloe, she settled in before giving the distracted adult her full attention. “Good day Professor Curtains.” And also hi to those near her, of course. And everyone else who was already there. "Good day to you too. I hope you are well." He smiled vaguely at the Hufflepuff as she entered the classroom and went to sit down. His mind was elsewhere at the moment.
This one seemed rather energetic. A lot of them were like that this morning. That was great. "Hello Nathan. I hope you are well today." Text Cut: Bel
[COLOR="goldenrod"]Anyway Max had the right idea with picking the back, Bel reckoned. She greeted the professor as cheerfully as possible given the subject at hand with a quick, "Hello professor!", and then having spotted Max, she grinned and went right down the back and flopped gracelessly into the seat next to him.
"Its not taken, right?" Cool that she was here, right? Claimed by a Bel? Yes? Good? Sorted? Also, would she get in trouble for staring wistfully up at the 'sky' for the entire class? Because honestly, that was kind of a cruel torture in a way, wasn't it? When the last place you wanted to be was stuck inside, studying stodgy old dusty subjects, and the ceiling was charmed to torture you with daydreams of fresh air and freedom? At least there was a better distraction sitting next to her. She grinned at Max again and then started rummaging in her bag to get her stuff out.
.... because it was alright that she'd sat here, wasn't it?
"Hello to you too, Ms. Macindoe. Find a seat and make yourself comfortable. Lesson will commence shortly." In about five minutes to be precise...
He smiled at the enthusiastic sounding Gryffindor. "Hello Ms. Rylee Prichard! Find a seat. Lesson will commence in five minutes." Text Cut: Ari
Ari poked her head in first. Nope, the lesson hasn’t started yet. She wasn’t late.
The rest of her body followed her in, and she tred past the professor, mumbling an audible ”Hello.”, and squeezed her way through all the taken seats. Maybe she’ll find a place to sit towards the back, so that when- or if - she finds herself drifting asleep during the lecture, it wouldn’t too too obvious. Maybe a little towards the middle, so it wouldn’t seem too suspicious. She has no particular interesting in history, so she needs to prepare for the worst. Although, Ari would approciate it if someone could wake her up for the fun stuff, like battles and swords and knights! Yes, she liked that sort of stuff.
Ari found herself a satisfying location near the side of the classroom and set her blank notebook (which she does not plan to use) and quick and inn on her desk. She sat down and fixated her stare to the front of the classroom, putting on an exaggerated smile for a good first impression.
"Good morning Ms. Wedgwood," Charles said, catching himself just in time. For some reason he had been about to call her "Rylee." Sometimes Professor slipped up when there were so many students. Text Cut: Daehyun He was going to be late, he was going to be late, he was going to-
Daehyun had been running for his life, as he still needed to adjust to the new schedule and memorize it. And of course, he was never late, but he always got antsy whenever he wasn't at least fifteen minutes early, which he'd long missed. So there he was, panting and out of breath and his bag halfway down his shoulder as he entered the classroom, to which he was not late.
"He-" deep breath, "-hello, professor Curtains," he nodded quickly towards the man, still agitated from his run - and he was not an athletic person - and scurried to the closest empty seat near the front. Only then did his eyes land on the strange cooler, and the word he wasn't sure he knew how to pronounce correctly. What will they be doing?
And he could tell this one had been running! Very good of him to do so, since lesson was about to begin. Charles beckoned him into the room. "Hello to you too, Daniel. Don't worry, lesson hasn't started yet. It's about to, though. Find a seat and make yourself comfortable." "Hello to you too, Elizabeth," Charles said, smiling kindly at the shy first year as she moved to find a seat. Text Cut: Lydia
Lydia entered the History of Magic classroom with only a few minutes to spare. She'd gotten lost when one of the staircases had decided to change when she was on it! She couldn't believe magic could be so inconvenient at times! But finally she'd located the right room, and it was already packed with students, several of which she recognized.
Lydia smiled and waved at Ewan, Rylee, and Beth. She hadn't spoken to Ewan and Rylee since Diagon Alley, but she hoped they remembered her, even though they were all in different houses now! She could see that Ewan was a Ravenclaw. That didn't surprise her at all; he had immediately struck her as the clever type.
Lydia nodded to the professor. "Hello, Professor Curtains," she said politely as she searched for a place to sit.
Choosing an empty seat next to a girl about her own age, Lydia rummaged in her bag for her book, purple quill, and parchment. Arranging everything perfectly on the table, Lydia turned to her seat partner and smiled. The girl was a redheaded Hufflepuff, and she seemed a bit shy.
"Hello," said Lydia. "I'm Lydia. Looking forward to our History of Magic lesson? History was always one of my least favorite subjects back home so I'm hoping this is more interesting than memorizing a bunch of dates!"
"Why hello Lydia," he said, smiling at the Slytherin first year. "Find a seat and make yourself comfortable. Lesson is about to commence." "Hello Isabel," he cheerfully greeted the slightly out of breath Gryffindor. "Make yourself comfortable. Our lesson is about to begin." And you will find out soon enough what is in the cooler.
Here came the Head Girl. "Hello Vivian, just in time! Make yourself comfortable. Lesson will begin shortly." "Good day to you too, Mr. Tamesis. Just in time!" Now their lesson was due to begin. He was just about to flick his wand in the direction of the door to close it when another student walked in.
Another student came bursting in right before he was about to close the door. Very good. Charles chuckled at the question. "You are much closer to the mark than you might realize. That strange word written on the paper is Latin for Ice Cream. Now make yourself comfortable."
Charles finished sealing up the order forms inside their envelopes. He then set them aside in a pile on the left side of the desk. After the lesson was finished he would visit the Owlery to drop them off.
"Good morning class," he began. "I know many of you are probably wondering just what is in this cooler. Those who have studied Latin extensively might have a clue." Skylar, for instance. She seemed like she knew the delights of ultrices. "The word ultrices means ice cream in Latin. Yes, that's right. There are small packets of ice cream inside this cooler. They come in chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. Most of them are traditionally made, but I have some vegan ice cream set aside since I hear a few of you are vegan. But let's move away from ultrices for a moment." They would come back to it later!
There was a small announcement he had to make before the class could begin. "Those of you who were with us last year may remember a lesson in which you were asked to come up with one rule change you would like to see implemented at Hogwarts. There have been some technical delays in making it official, but I am proud to announce that Headmistress Hawthorne has selected one of the most popular proposals you guys came up with to be officially implemented into our Hogwarts rulebooks. By order of Patrick Dooley, from this day forward all students shall be allowed to have casual Friday’s." Patrick was in the room with them right now. Hopefully they were all pleased with the rule change!
He let them soak it in a for a few minutes before continuing. "Right. Well done, everyone! Now, on to today's lesson. Let's start with a question. Who is your favorite fiction writer? You can name more than one if selecting just one is too hard." OOC: Woot so many posts! Sorry if I missed anyone in the replies. If you are late, just pretend you werehere all along. Class will commence in 24 hours! |