Abby walks into what has been the HOM classroom. The windows are wide open and the room is now full of sunshine. Amazing! I think this is the first time I've gone star gazing in the middle of the day. I wonder if Professor Borr realizes he's teaching Astronomy this term. No matter, I understand he's not much of a teacher no matter what subject he teaches. Abby feels in the mood to live dangerously, so she walks up to the desk and stares down the portly professor. "Good afternoon, Lord Borr. I'm Abby Wright."

Lord Borr was DISGUSTED. He could have LITERALLY THROWN UP in his waste bin.

"ONLY ONE STUDENT... ONE! ONLY ONE.. greeted me properly. ONE SOPHISTICATED HUMAN IN HERE? Were the rest of you RAISED IN A BARN??"

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OOOOH YES. Time for Astronomy.

....In the middle of the day? On the first floor? At least he had the windows open. Xander had heard some SERIOUS stories about this Professor person jellyroll dude. Which is why, as he walked in the door, he immediately bowed his head. "Hello, Professor."

Walk faster, walk faster -- OH ISSY. He pulled out the seat next to her and sat himself down. It was weird being one of the first students in the room. But at least he was there.

Right. Good Xander.

"YOU THERE," Lord Borr pointed his cane at the boy's head. "UP HERE WITH ME. Bring your parchment. Bring your quill. BRING YOUR GOOD MANNERS."

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Ema spotted Miranda. Finally, someone she knew! "Miranda! Over here!!!" she motioned for her friend to join her before she found her own seat. Ema trusted that the spot she had found would prevent them from being soaked with spit at the end of the class, anyway. "Sittt with meeee."

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Berty Borr.

Even though Livvy had never actually had him, she had heard about him... and boy was he a 'hoot'. Memories of the crazy and rather stupid lessons they had back at Bella's & Cooper's came back and boy was she glad that it was all over with.

She walked into the classroom, coolly and smiled gently up at the man. "Hello um... Professor..." she said. What was she supposed to call him? Berty Borr? Professor Borr? Professor Berty? Sir Berty?! HMMM?! Livvy had no idea, so just plain old professor would have to do.

After a quick glance around the classroom, she picked a seat next to little William and sat down. "Hullo William," she said, cheerfully.

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With an odd whacking sound echoing into her ears, Sloane turned the corner to head into the strangely located astronomy classroom. Oh. The fat man was banging his cane against the doorframe; that was the noise. What a welcoming introduction to class.

Dodging the man's spritzes of saliva as he hurried the students into the room, Sloane slipped passed him, somehow managing to avoid bumping into his rather large stomach. The first person she saw was Lucy Dawn, the girl who very much admired clouds. Without sparing a glance back at the professor, Sloane weaved her way through the desks until she reached one by the fifth year she met at Diagon Alley. "Hello, Lucy," she greeted, dropping her bag onto her newly claimed desk. She slid into her chair and gave a silent sigh, glad to have at least made it into the room. "Astronomy will certainly be interesting this year," she commented with a slight smile.

If looks could kill, these students would have never been born.

"WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!" Lord BORR COULD NOT BELIEVE HIS EYES. OR EARS! "Are you TALKING??? Are you T A L K I N G?" Lord Borr paused to take a breath, then burst out once more, "HOW DARE YOU! I come to Hogwarts to TEACH you! To SAVE you from the grasps of being a no-wit and you TALK IN MY CLASS??? DID I SAY you could talk? DID I say 'SIT DOWN and have a CHAT with WILLIAM??" I don't THINK SO!!!"

Lord Borr turned back to the student that he'd instructed to come stand with him. The GOOD student. Funny how it was almost always a BOY. "WRITE their NAMES down! Write their names and put "DISRESPECTFULLY CHATTING" beside their names."



Lord Borr waved his cane wildly and pointed around the room. "The rest of you are to GET UP. LEAVE my room. THEN RE-ENTER in a fashion that is RESPECTFUL! You will learn to GREET Lord Borr and people of IMPORTANCE PROPERLY!"

Lucy watched as Sloane slid into the desk next to her and smiled at her. "SLOANE!!" she said loudly...on accident, of course. Oops. Maybe she shouldn't have been so loud. This...Borr character seemed to be quite frightening and very much against emotional outbursts and whatnot. Gosh. Did he ever give into the temptation of being emotionally attached to someone? Immediately, Lucy shook this thought out of her head. It was very contradictory, considering she, too, cut off emotional attachments in her life.

"Astronomy...it's the best subject in the world! I can't wait! Well...maybe I can wait..." she said, her eyes moving slowly towards Lord Borr, the incredible large-bellied oaf-looking...ugh. She grew disgusted by him. If he even thinks about teaching the class about hygiene, it better be in a much more light-hearted and entertaining way. That's how she would do it, if she were in her superhero thing again.

Just then, Lord Borr began speaking. Oh, boy...apparently she along with many others had not "greeted him properly. WHAT. EVER. So, she amongst many other students walked out of the classroom, annoyed, of course. Seriously, dude. Lighten UP!! When she was officially out of the classroom, Lucy took a deep breath, and released it, turning around to enter the classroom. As she did so, she greeted him properly.

"Good afternoon, Lord Borr! Pleasure to see you!" she said in a fake, high-pitched, enthusiastic voice. She then strode back over to her seat, and stared at him, smiling the biggest, fattest, obnoxious smile she had ever smiled in her life. HOW. RUDE. LORD. BORR.

Tibi was about ready to burst into tears. His bottom lip trembled as he gathered his things to leave the classroom. Turning his back to Lord Borr, he wiped his eyes (as well as the spittle from before) and walked out of the room.

Standing in the hallway, he tried to regain his composure. Maybe he shouldn't go back.... he didn't NEED to take astronomy, did he? The man scared him.

Academic pride getting the best of him, Tibi took a deep breath and reentered the room. "Good day, Professor, sir," he said as politely and confidently as he could. He was quaking in his boots, but didn't want it to show.

He retook his seat and got out his quill and parchment once more.

Xander!

NO!

Issy, admittedly, had grown rather fond of the youngin and the evil that was Lord Berty Borr dared to pull him from the front of the room? Squeaking, Issy made reachy grabby fingers for her friend, a look of sympathy wrought over her face. Quickly, though, this look turned to astonishment and then momentarily, a sour state.

What. The. Heck?

Rising from her seat, her face deadpan, she blinked. Was he really making them do this? No way would she suck up to him or kiss his bum. NUH UH.

Making for the doorway, she stepped one foot into the hall, pivoted, and turned back. Then, she made as she had before, heading back to her seat.

"Afternoon, Professor," was all she said in greeting as she reseated herself.

Pah. If anything, all the stories she'd heard underexaggerated this crazy old man.

Miranda grinned as she saw Ema wave at her. She mouthed a 'Hiiii' and sat down next to her teammate. Atleast now the class wouldn't be so bad!

She jumped about a foot in the air as suddenly Mr. Screamfest started to roar. Miranda shrieked. And then turned to Emalyn as the professor began to lecture them about talking. Uh oh.

Now they were to leave the room? And re-enter? Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? Ugh. Miranda was to tired for this charade. Grabbing Emalyn's hand hoping she'd follow, walked out of the classroom, filed behind other students and walked back inside, sulking. "Good Daaaaaaaaaay, Professoor!" she said as cheerily as possible. Bleh.

WHAT? Has this man lost his mind? thought Satine with lots of confusion....but nonetheless she hoped up with her usual smile and headed out of the room. She stood in line waiting for her chance to walk into the classroom. As she waited, she thought for a few seconds...since she was a lady...did that mean that she bowed to him....o no she wasn't really sure what to do.

Finally, it was her turn and as she walked across the threshold, she did a little curtsy bow and bent her head down saying "Good day, Professor Borr." Still in her curtsy she waited for the Professor to acknowledge her and to give her permission to return to her seat.

Emalyn's cheeks turned the deepest red as she heard the words from Borr. Even if he WAS a teacher, this was ridiculous! He called their manners bad? His were repulsive! Biting her tongue in outrage and slung her bookbag over her shoulder she stood up, fighting the urge to clench her fists. Knowing this guy, he would probably come up with a reason for her being expelled for clenching her fists. She instead gripped the strap of her bag and marched back through the door.

Spinning back on the back of her feet, she took a deep breath and brushed her hair out of her face. She re-entered, smiling so sickeningly sweet that she herself wanted to puke in his waste bin. She glided over to Professor Borr and dipped down into a curtsy.

"An honor to be amongst you, Professor Borr." she said, finally straightening back up. "And a pleasure to meet you." She was deeply tempted to roll her eyes but resisted, wanting so much to sit down and be done with this humiliation of practically worshipping this man.

No compliments in your compliment box, dude. So very sorry.

Evelyn's eyes widened when the professor started yelling. She wasn't scared or anything, she was used to being yelled at. 'Sounds like my father.' she lazily thought in her mind as she stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door, standing for a second, trying to calm herself down. She could feel the prickle of magic at her fingertips again and the last thing she needed right now was to blow something up on accident. Finally suitable enough, she walked inside, stopping in front of the professor for a second. "Good afternoon Professor." she said politely, wearing her innocent smile, and giving a small but gracious curtsy like her mother had taught her. After her few words, she walked to the desk she previously sat in and took her seat.

UMMMM...

Livvy leaned far away back into her chair as she watched the Professor puff and heave in anger and frustration and as he yelled at her and the other students for um... well... talking. Well... they got that figured out now. Never talk in Berty Borr's room.

But. He was SCAARRRY. Her eyes widened as she blinked every time his voice rose any louder, which was pretty much impossible since his shouting could be heard all the way to the States.

REALLY? He was going to make them do this?

Biting her lip and not wanting to get written up for being 'disrespectfully uncooperative', Livvy got up and headed towards the doorway. Then after turning around in the hallway, she reentered the classroom and said, "Afternoon Lord Borr." Was that what he wanted them to call him? Then she made her way back to her seat and didn't dare to look at William or anybody else. She might be written up for being 'disrespectfully distracted'. GAH.

Ali was met with surprise. It was the first time she had done so. Here sat a fat man that gleamed with boringness....and fun. She new she could have PLENTY of fun with him. Hmph. And to think Hogwarts (the most well known school) would hire a man with such blubber that kids could play with it for Christmas (Ugh)?

But no...Ali had plans. Duh. Who didn't. But this little Asian princess stuck her nose up in the air and bowed her head ever so slightly so he would put trust in her. She might of actually kissed both of his cheeks in the old French tradition she was used to, but thought better. "Good Morning, Professor" She said perhaps a tidbit cheeky to the big man.


Ali was stuck up little princess, don't take her to be prissy. She was an outdoor freak. She spent her days up in some tree, keeping peace among forest animals. Especially the squirrels. When they started fighting the only way to stop them was to shoot an arrow nearby and scare them away.

Ali was a Japanese princess by right, but the magical parliament government of Japan wasn't giving them any money even though they had plenty of proof that Ali was in fact the lost daughters daughter.

Background info: Ali's mother had disappeared 5 years before Ali was born with her French father to France.

The tiny girl was holding an extravagant bow in one hand, a lush green quiver full of arrows on her back, and a head of bright purple hair. But one of the most striking things was her staff. Her staff was at least 6 feet and was filled with intricate carvings. All over it, tin bottles were hanging from it. The wood was a deep Brazilian Rosewood and it practically shone.

Boy, was Ali the little sneaky one. But who cared, even if she failed she always had her weapons.

Yes...

That was Ali...

Reese had just gotten comfortable in her seat until the Professor said they all had to RE-ENTER the classroom. RE-ENTER?! EVIL MAN! She stood up from her seat and walked right back out of the classroom. Taking in a deep breath of air from the hallway, she turned back around to face the room that she will be in for the next hour or so. She already had a feeling this class was going to be dreadful.

She walked back into the classroom and stopped in front of Lord Borr. "Good day, Professor," she greeted him as she did a little curtsy. Gah! Reese Upstead was NEVER doing that again. She smiled at the Professor before heading back to her seat.

What? Did a Good Day, Professor not count as a greeting? Was she supposed to kiss his feet and hands too? He was yelling and making a spectacle and expected the students to behave?

Didn't anyone tell him you thought by example? Borr was an abomination. All he was going to get out of yelling and being downright ridiculous were ABOMINATIONS.

Taking a deep breath, Daphne ignored the eat enveloping her head and walked out of the classroom silently. She'd do whatever Lord Borr asked. Get through this class and move on with her life.

As quickly as possible. Walking back in, Daphne tilted her chin up and curtsied at the man. "Good day," she enthused loudly and clearly. "Sir."

Or would you like to be called Lord Borr, you big blob of hot air.

O______O

He didn't even do anything!!!11!!! WHAT was -- this man was going to EEEEAT HIM. OMG. He could either run out of the classroom screaming his head off (because the man surely would not catch him) or he could just follow orders and not get a detention.

....Both were tempting. REALLY TEMPTING in their own way.

About ready to wet his pants, Xander quickly gathered his things and moved up to the area that Lord Borr was talking about.

"Yes, sir," he said, quickly grabbing parchment and a quill. Eeep. He bent down on the table and quickly wrote out the headline, 'DISRESPECTFULLY CHATTING'. "Right away sir..."

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DISRESPECTFULLY CHATTING:
Hufflepuff -
Gryffindor -
Ravenclaw -

"Can I... get your names, please?" he said, squeaking slightly.

Sloane stifled a laugh as Lucy practically shouted her name, even though she was right beside her. "Yeah, it's not too bad," she agreed, unconsciously twirling her hair around her forefinger. "Then again, if we have this prof-"

She stopped mid-sentence. Oh. Lordy. Did she just get in trouble for talking? Well, that wasn't a surprise. But it was the beginning of class! In fact, class hadn't even started yet! Ugh. And proper greetings as well? What was this, etiquette school or wizarding school? But, like the others, she didn't want to take any house points away, so she gruddingly got up and reentered the room."Good afternoon, Professor," she murmured, doing her best to hide an eye-roll. She gave a forced smile and traced her footsteps back over to her desk. This time, she did refrain from talking, but she didn't hesitate to look to Lucy and finally roll her eyes at this Lord Borr man.

Soon enough, of course, the student who had been instructed to take Sloane's and two other students' names stood up in his proper spot. She could hardly believe it. Ughh. But it wasn't the boy's fault. He was just Professor Borr's 'scribe' for the present.

"Sloane Jackson," she told him, then tightened her lips and pushed them to the side. "Gryffindor."

So much for not taking away house points.

Phoebus was startled by the bellowing. So startled that when (swoon) Daphne sat next to him he tried to look at her for a moment but missed the desk when attempting to look casual. So his elbow went down and into his knee a bit. Flushing, he got up and sort of awkwardly ran back out the room rather quickly. Coming back in he approached the large and angry Professor Borr slowly, like one would an enranged...giant animal of sorts. " Hello, Professor Borr. My apologies for...notgreetingyourproperlyearlier." He said quickly as he then darted back to his desk, almost knocking it over in his attempt to get into it again so fast. He looked to Louann and then Daphne again, giving a nervous chuckle before patting down his hair. It was probably exceedingly poofy today...and more so now that he was terrified of Berty Borr.

Dominic could hear the yelling from the kitchen level as he made his way up the stairwells towards the second level and the History Astronomy Classroom. Of course he knew that the man who stole Ethan Truebridge's office and classroom was a bit of a bully (judging from what he witnessed in the Ink shop), but this was an OUTRAGE! No one .... NO ONE, should be allowed to talk to students (or anyone) the way he did. It didn't matter how important this 'Lord Borr' person thought he was; you don't talk to people like that. Even as poor and uncomfortable socially as he was, he knew that.

Nonetheless, as Head Boy - which meant he was pretty important - he was supposed to set a good example. Of course that didn't include letting people like Lord Borr belittle him.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply just outside the classroom to ready himself, the Hufflepuff entered the room. Just talk in a normal tone, Dominic reminded himself. You can confront him or the Headmaster or both later...

"Good afternoon, Lord Borr." Wince. "Dominic Denton, Head Boy, at your . . ." Pause. What was the word he was looking for? ". . . learning room. Pleasure." Which of course, it was NOT, but whatever.

Skye flinched when the professor began talking. The guy completely frightened her. Shaking from his explosion, she got up and left the room. This wasn't starting off well.

Calming her self down for a second, she re-entered the room. "Good day, professor," she said with all the politeness she could inject into her voice, greeting the man. She kept her smile on her face and sat down onto a desk, her pulse returning to normal.

William jumped, nearly falling out of his chair and biting his lip hard enough to feel it. Getting up he walked - no stalked - past the professor and walked out, shaking like a leaf. This man scared him senseless. There was no way he'd survive. How dare he talk to them that way; didn't he know he was supposed to help then, teach them instead of screaming at them. So what if he was ministry approved, who cared.

Evil, evil man.

Walking back into the room, he cast an angry glare to the ground before looking back up and smiling falsely. "Hello professor, you're looking well Sir." he said in what he hoped was a nice courteous voice. Making it to his chair once more he sat back down and took out his stuff - again. All he wanted to do was make it through this lesson then hide for the rest of his life.

Evil man.

Willie watched with amazement at the ability to wave his cane wildly, pointing around the room. This man, this man was... Well, that cane looked mighty shiny and other than that the man's clothes looked nice. Willie grinned and looked at Cam, his eyes glinting as if telling him he had an idea.

Throwing back his hood and showing the snout he had, he stood up along with the other students. He didn't mind the snout, really. Lawson had told him and Cam they'd walk around it for a few days, and really it didn't bother him once.

"Cam," he whispered down at the boy, nudging him. "Cam, Cam, look!" Willie then scrunched up his snout and then... oinked.

Oink, oink, oink, oink!!!

Jack bit his lip, feeling to his displeasure a lump rise up in this throat. Oh Merlin he was going to CRYYYYY. This was such a disgrace to the subject of astronomy! Oh yes, Jack had a reason to be emotional. Plus, the memories of the lesson involving--BOWLS OF WATER came back at full speed, and yes, the young second year Jack had been scarred. SCARRED by this man.

Standing up and exiting the room, he hurried out and then reentered the room, a completely fake genuine smile plastered on his lips. "Good day Lord Borr," he said with a smile.

Don't cry, for Merlin's sake, Jack! Don't give him reason to shout and sit your bum in a bowl of water like he did to Cale!

Cam immediately jumped when the professor literally shouted agaaaaain at them. THIS MAN WAS CRAAZZEHHH. RAISED IN A BARN EH??? This man was uh... raised in a CAFETEEERIA. S'RIGHT! He looked a that spazzy kid that went up and then back at the professor.

That man had a CAAAANE. And he was waving it around at students like a tooyyyy. What if he HURT somebody?! WHAT IF HE BEHEADED SOMEBODY?? Honestly Cam was a very, very scared boy right now and and GET UP? Huh? Huhuhuhuhhhh? He simply had an open mouth, suuurpriseeedddd and completely flabbergasted.

He was nudged. And not by a caneeee. By Willie Crocker.

OHHH so the boy still had his snout! AND HE WAS OINKING. Cam suddenly grew distracted from that Lord Borr and simply obseeeerved his snout. How'd HE DO IT?! Cam looked at his own snout, and oinked as well.

OINKITYOINKOINKOOOOINK. He became engrossed in this new discover and oiiinked with Willie s'mooore.

A BARN?

What. The. Hell?

Willow Kovac had most certainly NOT been raised in some ruddy barn surrounded by ruddy animals! She did NOT even like animals, for Merlin's Sake. And what was UP with all the YELLING? Was he deaf? Did he think of them as mentally unstable and thus could not listen properly to his WORDS?

What an insufferably rude man.

THIS man was the kind of people her grandfather often warned her about.

Green eyes narrowing at him, Willow stood up, left the classroom and entered again with her nose in the air before taking seat once more.

There. She did NOT talk to rude folk and the Lord What's-His-Last-Name should be thankful that she'd agreed to re-enter.

HMPH.

"Hello, Xanderman--Xander. Lucy Dawn, as you already know. House is Ravenclaw, as you also know." Lucy paused for a second, catching a quick glance at Borr, and then turning back at Xander. "Thank you." Lucy said, smiling at Xander, and not hesitating to give a glare to Lord Borr, whether or not he was looking. But...he was not looking. So, whatever. GLARE GLARE GLAAAAAAAAARE!! Donkey-Faced old man...

As soon as she sat down, Sloane followed her as well. She smiled at Sloane...yes, the big, fatty, obnoxious, and fake as hell smile she had given Borr. This whole time she had been resisting the urge to stand up, stomp out of this room, and come back when it was empty, simply to trash it. But she was also having the urge to burst out laughing and let loose every single insult she could spit out at the top of her head to Borr. The ungrateful, rude, bumblebee of a pig professor from...GAAAAH!!

GLARE GLARE GLAAAAAAAAAAARE. Again.

Nikki startled and followed the others out of the room. She looked at the door, and glanced at the door, wondering whether it'd be better to do a runner, rather than returning.

She walked meekly into the room, and sat at the front, after murmuring "Good morning, Professor. My name is Nikki Leanne Griffiths." She brught out her quill and ink, and was ready to take notes, even though she as a bit afraid of the Professor.