Hattie was kind of running late too. But that was because she'd over slept. Opps. That was a bad thing. But she had gotten to Charms on time. That was good because she really did not want to be losing any points. That would not help her day get any better. "Hi Professor Marchand!" She beamed as she headed into the classroom.

She glanced around, looking for somewhere to sit. She spotted Sky, and sat down next to her. "Hey Bestie!" and now the lesson could begin. Because she was here of course.

There.. Was that everybody? Gaston hoped so, as he couldn’t delay the start of class any longer! Without any further hesitation, he aimed his wand at the door, and it shut with a quiet click. He took his place at the front of the room and waited a moment or two for the chatter to stop before he began, ”Good morning, class – and happy almost-Halloween! I’m sure most of you are probably wondering what’s inside this bowl; now I can tell you these are prizes…” He reached into the bowl and pulled out a small orange pumpkin-shaped vial. “…pumpkin-scented ink, to be exact. You can earn these for things like good behavior, creativity, and participation. By the end of the class, everybody will get one.”

He paused a moment, then turned his attention to the items on his desk. “As you can see, here we have an embroidered pillow, the Frankenstein monster, and a baseball. Now who can tell me what these three things have in common?” he asked. “The answer will provide an important clue to the subject of today’s lesson.”

OOC: CLASS HAS STARTED! Feel free to jump in; just pretend your charrie has been here all along. Late arrivals will lose house points. You have ABOUT 24 HOURS (6:30 AM GMT -4) to answer this question. Feel free to get creative with your answers!

The pumpkin-shaped vials looked very adorable. Daisy needed some more ink and the scent of pumpkins made her think of Autumn and Halloween which are her favourite season and holiday, respectively. She raised her hand quickly at Professor Marchand's question. "Each object contains stitches." She was just going by what she could see.

The charms professor got a smile from her. It seemed like Healer Reed didn't tell him about what had happened to her because as her head of house, he didn't ask anything about it and honestly Ava was glad that he didn't know about it. Professor Marchand was known to be a little bit dramatic when it comes to his students and she didn't need his worries.

Anyway, back to the lesson. A pumpkin-scented ink? Well, that was nice but she would prefer a vanilla ones if the Charms professor had one. Biting her quill, the Gryffindor listened to his question and paid attention more to the three things that he had talked about: a pillow, mask, and baseball. Well, these three things doesn't exactly had things in common except... "I think... three of those are handmade, sir." Ava said as she put her hand up in the air.

Oooh. Ink? They were going to get ink? Now it was no secret that Hattie adored ink. If she could spend all of her money in the ink shop then she would. But she needed to stop thinking about ink and get her mind back onto charms. She tilted her head as she thought about the question. She really had no idea how any of the three object had to do with charms, or any magic at all. But she still thought. She needed to have a think about the question. She didn't want to repeat what her class mates said, because that would just not be good at all.

She hummed to herself a little before she put her hand up into the air. "Kind of carrying on from what Ava and Daisy said, I guess they take hard work to make? So take some effort" Which could relate to charms, since they required effort too.

Ooooh, prizes! That’s interesting. Pumpkin-scented ink that too! Etta was excited to get one, honestly. She paused for a moment as she eyed the three objects that sat on the professor’s desk. What did they have in common, hmm? The girl absently tapped her fingers against the edge of her desk for a little while before putting her hand up to answer.

“Uh.. I’m not sure professor? Stitches, I suppose.” She didn’t see anything else in common. Also.. she was distracted and confused. What costume was she going to wear for Halloween?! That was her main worry at the moment. She barely had time, yeah?

Charlotte hadn't greeted the professor in her normal cheery way, because she'd bounced into the classroom only to see her mother sitting up the back in the corner looking excited to be in a classroom again. Like, Char KNEW her mum was on the Board of Governors KNEW it? BUT she had always been able to completely ignore it until right now. Her eyes had gone wide as her mum had waved and blown kisses at her (SO EMBARASSING??) and then PATTED THE SEAT next to her in invitation.

NO WAY. NOPE. Sorry MUM you're on your OWN. Char had instead sat down at the first empty seat she could find and slunk down, too preoccupied to greet Professor Marchand.

But when he started the class she fixed her attention on him as best she could and tried to pretend her mum wasn't there.

"I agree with Daisy." Charlotte spoke up, hand in the air. "They all three have stitching, even if its different kinds of stitching."

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ZOMG Cela had missed being in this particular classroom. Charms had ALWAYS been a favourite class of hers! She waved happily at her children, and their friends, and her niece, and also at basically every curious or smiling face that happened to look her way, and also the professor, who she also smiled at reassuringly. She knew that the man was the nervous sort so hopefully he wouldn't be worried about her presence!

With the lesson not quite having started yet, she got her quill and paper ready, just as she once had as an eager Ravenclaw student, but now it wasn't to learn, it was to assess. She took note of the layout of the classroom, how the students greeted the professor, and generally tried to get an idea of how eager the kids were for the class or not -you could tell a lot about a professor by how keen kids were from the beginning- and examined the items on the desk. Interesting! She wasn't so sure about the refreshment table though? Was that normal?

Cel took on the chin the fact that her darling eldest clearly didn't want anything to do with her (she would absolutely accost Charlotte with a cuddle after she was done here! If Charlotte thought otherwise she was miiiistaken! Cela was pretty sure that Callum and Chloe would both willingly accept mum hugs though!)

And.... the lesson began! How exciting! Expectantly, Celandine set her quill to note taking, and listened as the professor offered scented ink as prizes. Hmm. Was it a prize if everyone was going to get one? Oh and the kids were answering now, including her own Charbear. SO PROUD. But AHEM. She had a job to do, and it was easy to turn her attention to the task at hand.
Learning was SO exciting, wasn't it?

Sam returned the smile and wave to Maisie, the awesome Ravenclaw firstie, before turning her attention to Professor Marchand for the start of class. Apparently her curiosity with the objects was warranted, since that's exactly what the first question of class was about.

Except she had no idea what linked them. A cushion, a picture of Frankenstein's monster and a ball. A hard ball, by the looks of it, oblivious to what baseball referred to, despite he previous term's visitors. All she knew was that it was the wrong shape and colour for a cricket ball. Was the picture on the cushion relevant? Or was just because it was soft and fluffy for stuffing up a top as part of a Hallowe'en costume? Lots of thoughts, none particularly useful, as far as she could tell.

Others were were mentioning stitching though, and once they'd said it, it totally seemed like the sensible answer. So...nothing to add here, nope.

Patrick knew that they all involved stitching bu they also required thread, "They all require thread to complete the stitching" He really only knew that because he had played baseball when he lived in America and his mom had so many embordered pillows around that he could only imagine the amounts of thread that went into a pillow.

As for frankenstein, well he'd seen that movie enough to know he was pieced together. But if he had to pick a patched together person he liked it would have to be Sally from nightmare before christmas. That movie was way more interesting.

he looked at the other students, they all seemed to be excited for Halloween, he had nearly forgotten that was coming up, "Oh pumpkin," he mumbled under his breath.

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...making her way over to a seat by Derf, and waving at Noelle, Etta and Olivia before digging in her things and pulling out a bag of cookies she’d made. Because Derf’s theory and all, it paid to be prepared.

”Want one?,” she quietly offered.

Settling into his seat, Derf couldn't help but smile when Stasya joined him WITH treats. "You know I can't REALLY say no when you offer," he teased with a bit of an impish grin as he gladly took a cookie from the Gryffindor. "Thanks."

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There.. Was that everybody? Gaston hoped so, as he couldn’t delay the start of class any longer! Without any further hesitation, he aimed his wand at the door, and it shut with a quiet click. He took his place at the front of the room and waited a moment or two for the chatter to stop before he began, ”Good morning, class – and happy almost-Halloween! I’m sure most of you are probably wondering what’s inside this bowl; now I can tell you these are prizes…” He reached into the bowl and pulled out a small orange pumpkin-shaped vial. “…pumpkin-scented ink, to be exact. You can earn these for things like good behavior, creativity, and participation. By the end of the class, everybody will get one.”

He paused a moment, then turned his attention to the items on his desk. “As you can see, here we have an embroidered pillow, the Frankenstein monster, and a baseball. Now who can tell me what these three things have in common?” he asked. “The answer will provide an important clue to the subject of today’s lesson.”

Pumpkin scented ink? WHICH kind of pumpkin? Cause like...raw pumpkin smelled loads different than pumpkin pie pumpkin, you know? Did it taste like pumpkin too? All questions the Hufflepuff would have answers to soon enough since the professor had assured them all they would be leaving the classroom with a bottle. It was a pleasant thought of sorts to have while he nibbled on the cookie from Stasya.

Stitches was the obvious answer to be sure, but the third year's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch thinking about sewing up SKIN like on that one person. Baseball? Sure. And that needlework that reminded him of some of the colorful throw pillows his grandmother had made. So...sorta...technically...the common denominator was thread and needle.

An aspect which that one Slytherin had just brought up, the thread.

Knitting Charm? Or...er...Stitching Charm, rather?

He was just going to continue to nibble on his cookie in silence.

Shay was just finishing her cookies when class was called to order. She snapped to attention, quill in hand and was ready to go. But first, a bit of good news. They would be getting prizes today. Shay was pretty self motivated, but she would never turn down a prize 'cause........free swag.

Soon enough, the first question the day was presented. And as soon as she thought of her answer, someone beat her to the punch. Man, she really needed to work on getting her hand up quicker. Raising her hand into the air, Shay prepared to add to what had already been said.

"I agree. All of those things have stitches. So they must all require some type of sewing, whether it's by hand or by machine." Were they going to learn a sewing charm?

And just behind her, Hattie had taken the seat next to her, which Skylar had to admit befuddled her mostly because she wasn't sure that Hattie had been as keen on charms as she was? But she was grateful nonetheless for her presence and a grin showed it.

They had made it just in the knick of time though, as the door closed and Professor Marchand was beginning with assuring them that he had prizes. For everyone. Yes, she adored the man, but prizes for everyone? Wasn't really a prize. Also, there was a familiar blond in the back of the head and yes she'd seen the way she looked and blew kisses at Charlotte. Which was then that it struck her that there was a board member present again, which just so happened to be Charlotte's mother. Who had just so happened to be at Hogwarts with her own parents, even though her parents were a few years older. Enough contemplating about Charlotte's mom though, because there was a lesson to focus on.

And it seemed they were talking about three objects and what they had in common. Yes, stitches, as half the class admitted to, which was something rather obvious. But if one were to delve deeper, then there were more similarities. "All three objects are stuffed with something too." The something was different for each of them, but the point was that none of the objects were hollow.

Zoryn looked at the three objects with utter confusion. What did any of them have to do with anything???? Zoryn was not a fan. Plus her attention was really on all the hanging bats and jack-o-lanterns. But anyways, most people had the same answer and Zoryn Amari Spinnet wasn't a copy kneazle (a point she made to Derf and now HAD to hold herself true to).

So raising her hand, the Gryffindor tried to offer up an original thought MHM, "Maybe the monster dreams about baseball." Hence the pillow. The baseball. And the photo of the monster. ~~~~ CONNECTIONS ~~~

VERY intelligent answer tbh. Zoryn was quite proud of herself. And with that, she wiggled her bum a little bit to get all nice and proper comfortable in her seat. She didn't care for the smelly ink either, tbh. How come he wasn't giving away Halloween candy? Come on Professor, get with the program!!!

Matt would've replyed to the professor's first question saying the items had all been sewn one way or another but he was too busy stuffing his face with the cookies and when he got around to being able to speak, similar answers had already been given.

Back to stuffing his face it was then! Omnomnomnom.

Aymeric agreed with his classmates. The common factor to all the objects was that they were sewn when produced. It wasn't a very complicated observation. He didn't find it necessary to answer the question, but nodded when hearing other's answer. Hopefully, the Professor would understand this gesture, and not think he's just too lazy.

The Ravenclaw, in the meantime, took out of his bag his Charms notebook. He began writing down what was going on in the class. Not only the answers (which he didn't agree with all) did he write, but described the setting and decoration of the classroom. In doing so, he waited with patience for the next instruction, or perhaps activity.

Cass was all set for the latest charms lesson, smiling as her greeting was returned by the professor. Her quill absently in hand, the Ravenclaw listened as Marchand spoke, bringing the class to the start. Pumpkin-scented ink…quite interesting that. She looked to the three objects once more, the ones she had vaguely noticed upon entering the classroom and getting settled in her seat. Then it clicked…the thing all three of them had in common. Cass raised her hand to wait to be acknowledged before speaking out her answer.

“They all have stitches.”

The embroidery…the medical stitches piecing the monster together…and the red stitches along the baseball.

Halloween mood was definitely in the air, and that has definitely filled this Curly Top's head as to what his plans were, so much so that he was only half listening when the discussion started. He got stuck at looking at ol Frankenstein's pretty mugshot there... should he dress up as the flat-top Monster or some other classic Monster? He caught the word stitches being echoed about and he winced involuntarily, remembering his own accident not to long ago, caressing the back of his head....

The grin grew wider as Professor Marchand smiled with him. ”Sure am… Going to be mirror’ing with my siblings - they are excited for Halloween as always.” He chuckled and grinned as he found his seat. ”Likely wishing they could have more sweets than my parents will allow them to have.”

Chuckling still, he started to write a few bullet point notes in his note pad as the class started to give answers on what they had in common. ”I agree with Skylar, something about the stuffing? Or that objects are more than what they seem to be?” They were all stuffed in a variety of ways, and in a different density… but he also agreed with those who said it was something to do with their stitching… After all the Monster had been pieced together - ”Oh! Actually… Is it something to do with the fact they are pieced together?” Potentially that was just another way of saying they were stitched together - but eh. You know.

So there was a strange adult in this class, too. Emmeline slunk lower in her seat as she watched the older witch come in and her eyes followed the woman's path through the classroom until she'd marked where the witch sat down in the back. Her exact seat, actually. But then something happened that put the second year almost completely at ease with the strange woman's presence -- she blew a kiss to Miss Charlotte. And Miss Charlotte looked embarrassed, but not nervous or scared. Emmeline liked and trusted Miss Charlotte LOADS, so the older lioness's reaction to the older witch calmed her down considerably. In fact, she was even able to sit up right in her seat and pay attention to what Professor Marchand was saying. The older witch in the back clearly wasn't a High Level Threat, nope.

Emmeline softly drummed her finger tips on the desk in front of her as she tried to find a connection between the objects that wasn't what everyone else had already said. Zoryn had a cool theory, but unless they were learning a dreaming charm or something, Emmeline thought the lesson was probably more about stitches or sewing or something. The second year eventually raised her hand and added, "For allll three things, the stitches are the ONLY things holding them together. Like keeping them from falling apart and DYING and stuff." She knew how that felt sometimes -- like she was only being held together by threads and stuff. She hadn't felt that way much since she'd come to Hogwarts, thank Merlin, but she still remembered the desperate feeling.

Stitches. Yup. Katy was absolutely on board with that answer, and she didn't feel the need to agree with everyone who had already spoken. Not only was it a waste of breath, but she was far too busy staring at the Head Girl's... erm... head, actually. Like the girl normally had this moody-girl vibe thing going on, which, respect if that was her thing. And today she was bright pink. Pinker than any color Katy had ever dyed her own blond tresses.

It made her eyes burn, and she had to look away. AND OH! OH HAI AUNTIE! Katy wiggled right out of her chair and waved excitedly at the older woman. If she'd seen her earlier, she would have plunked in right beside her and given her a huuuuug. "Hi, Aunt Cela." She'd be quiet starting... now.

Attention back on the professor. "Yeah... stitches, sir. Absolutely. Sewing charms, perhaps?"

OH MY GOSH, WHUTTTTT.

Pumpkin scented ink?! Maddie got so excited that she had to briefly stand up, squirm, and then sit back down. Coolest prize EVERRRR. She tried her best to get comfortable in her seat again before looking back toward the items on the desk. Hmm...what did they all have in common? Somebody beat her to the punch and said something about stitches, but Maddie wanted to come up with something a little different. Hmm...a pillow, Frankenstein, and a baseball.

Ohhh, she knew! She knew!

Maddie raised her hand high in the air. "They would all have super huge holes in them if you didn't charm them together!" she said. That Frankenstein looked like he'd been dead a hundred years. She didn't even want to think about what he'd look like without all those stitches.

"I must say they're pretty good, Professor." Jessa replied, taking a bite of one of them to make her point. The snacks were usually good. Being made by the elves, she didn't suspect there would be a time she didn't like them.

Settled and ready for the lesson, Jessa was paying attention. Naturally. That was how she immediately drew the connection the three items shared. It was like just about everyone in the room had said, stitches. Yeah...right.... The Ravenclaw's hand shot up, moving beyond the initial guess to a question of her own.

"Will we be stitching each other up today, Professor?? Will it be a different sort of stitching than would typically be used by a Healer?? Is it gonna be like having our own Frankenst--are we switching limbs? How will it work? Is it plausible? Can I go first? Do we get to choose our own partners? Can I have someone who isn't squeamish?"

Okay.....so.....maybe it was more than one question but once her mind got going, there was no real way to shut it off.

This would potentially be one of the coolest lessons, ever--and just in time for Halloween!!!

It was sooo hard for Scarlett to concentrate in this class. She couldn't help it, though - Marchand was just SOOOOOOOO pretty. This wouldn't be the first time she had gotten a late start on note taking because she was too busy looking at his rugged good looks instead of scribbling notes on her parchment like a good student. Whoops.

Once she snapped out of it, she raised her hand and smiled at him. "They all have stitches of some sort!" she exclaimed. Although, if they were stitching together SKIN, like in the case of Frankenstein - she was out. Nope. Not doing it. Gross.

Well.. That was an easy enough question now wasn't it?..The three things that the professor had up on his desk were easy enough to discern.So... Up went Miranda's hand like a shot.After waiting to be called on she answered, " Professor.. They all have stitches holding them together...
"

Oh how she hoped they were going to learn a sewing charm.. That would be fun and also pretty useful to know in the future.

Ummmmmm.........Charms professor/Head of House say what?! Pumpkin scented ink?!

HELLO?! PUMPKIN ALLERGY HERE!!!!!!! As his Head of House, Ronan felt that Professor Marchand should know this and have thought of it before bringing those demon inks to class. Maybe he did? Please say he did!

Needless to say that he was distracted and didn't hear the question. But if he had, he would've agreed with the rest of the class that the answer was stitches. Instead, he was too busy keeping an eye on the bowl of inks. After all, it had been easy to avoid the pumpkin spice tea, but the ink?! Maybe if he stayed silent he wouldn't get one? Yeah, yeah, that was a good plan. Just stay silent and you won't get ink.

Oh no, WHAT IF SOMEONE SPILLED SOME ON HIM?!

Yeah, he was just going to sit here and have a panic attack, okay?