SPOILER!!: Trent and the 1st Year Snakey Girls
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DaniDiNardo 
Malachi watched Tamesis walk in, head for the back and pick up a conversation with one of the two first years seated there without so much as a "good morning". The man raised a brow at the spectacle, knowing she knew better and honestly a little surprised by the action or lack thereof.
For now, he said nothing. He would--for this first day--chalk it up to her still being in summer mode and adjusting to a new environment. The man hoped this wouldn't become a habit.
At the stroke of twelve, Malachi drew his wand and the door slammed shut as it always did before he began his lessons. The returning students, at the very least, would not be surprised by the gesture. It was what happened. It was what being late got you.
"Good morning and welcome! For those of you who don't know, my name is Malachi Trent, your Headmaster--though I confess I do hope you know I'm the Headmaster even if you know nothing else." If not...that was concerning in itself. "As you can very clearly see, the door is locked. Be on time for class, or risk being on the wrong side of the door and having an unnecessary meeting with me after for skipping." Unnecessary because all they had to do to avoid it was be on time. It helped to start heading for the class before the expected time, just in case. There were any number of things that could always go wrong. Constant vigilance was a real thing.
"We'll be starting the term off with some light fun. Nothing dangerous, but practical all the same." Here's to looking at you kids who liked to freak out the moment the classroom looked a little darker than usual or a few creatures with slightly terrifying teeth and claws and massive sizes just happened to be present and chained to the walls.
Sheesh.
"For now, pay no attention to the covered boxes. We'll get to that in a bit. Let's start off with an easy question. One that won't require you to crack open your textbook but will require you to put some extra effort into thinking." Thinking and teenagers didn't always go hand in hand but he was willing to believe in them for the purpose of getting things started.
"What are some intuitive and effective ways to evade someone or something that's chasing you? What methods would you employ?" How would they handle it? And no, Dakest, running and or screaming was not the answer.
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FearlessLeader19 Claudine was quite happy to spend her time sketching... and alone. That is, until she was joined by a fellow first year and Slytherin. Great. Just great. Still, Claudine wasn’t exactly rude, even if the other girl had taken a seat without waiting for her to respond. “Hi, Gemma. I’ve seen you in our broom closet of a common room.’’ There was disapproval in her voice for the way the Slytherins were housed. “I’m Claudine.” It was at that moment she realised that Trent was speaking to her. He what? Why was he cramping her style like that? Was he really trying to stamp on her creative moment like that? Some professor he was. Wasn’t there enough time for her to get her materials for the lesson out? Claudine said nothing but her eyes bored into Trent’s before she closed the sketch pad and returned it to her bag. Since her head was down, she rolled her eyes so that the no- fun Headmaster could not see. Adults. They didn’t know how to have fun.
The Snakette now had all her necessary materials for the lesson on the desk. Door shutting seemed to be what all the Professors did when the class was starting and frankly, she agreed with them. Stragglers hardly deserved to be there. Now, she fixed Trent with her serious gaze as she listened. Without thinking too much on the question, her hand went up. “Running.’’
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malfoygrl Oh! Claudine was her name. Gemma couldn't agree more when her fellow first year was complaining about the broom closet they had been stuck in. "Still kinda hoping its all dream and we'll all wake up in a mist free Hogwarts." Gemma couldn't help but be curious about what was in Claudine's sketchbook. Maybe she'd ask her after class or something. Or was that too friendly without really knowing the girl?
She closed her book once Headmaster Trent started speaking. Why was everything suggesting running and hiding? This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, right? "We can use magic, right?" Oops. She had just blurted that out without thinking. She quickly put her hand in the air to recover. "I mean, running and hiding are all good measures to take but if you can throw in a few spells to stun the person or people you're running from than that's better... For example run away but look back to cast 'Stupefy' or 'Petrificus Totalus.' Sure it''ll be hard to hit the target while running but it's some defense."
As Holly tried to get comfortable, she watched one girl read and the other girl draw and wondered if she maybe should have just sat somewhere else… but no bother, class would be starting soon. Her gaze pulled away from the first year’s to look around the room - she noted that smile,
Lucas - and caught the look that the Headmaster was giving her.
….. What ha- Oh. Whoops.
Looking slightly embarrassed, she made a ‘sorry’ face and mouthed
‘Hi, Headmaster’ back at him, not as loud as she would have spoken to him if she’d said it as she’d walked into the room - but loud enough that he
should have been able to hear her. Especially since he’d been looking in her direction. Whoops. Where had her manners gone? Had they disappeared over Summer? >.> Apparently.
Looking at the two girls [
Claudine &
Gemma] as they mentioned their broom closet, she gave them both a smile.
“Think about it this way, at least we don’t need to try and decipher the other languages to figure out if they are talking about us behind our backs.” Personally, Holly was glad to not be sharing. She’d have been incredibly paranoid before the year was out.
As others started to speak up first, she looked over at the two girls on her table as they both gave their responses. While running wasn’t something she’d like to say she’d do now that she was a bit older, three years ago it definitely would have been her answer. That, or get Cameron.
That could even still be an option now.. However, she nodded almost to herself at the idea of stupefying or body-locking whoever was trying to chase you.
Her own hand raised as she continued that thought in her head.
“Professor, continuing Gemma’s thread of thought, something to impede their movement like incarcerous or even a jelly-legs jinx? Anything that would stop them from chasing you.” She asked, lowering her own hand as she went back to taking notes from everyone’s suggestions.
And she was still looking at that covered box.