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Professor R. French put the last tidying touches on his classroom, finishing off by writing a GR33TING to his class on the ancient chalk board. The room is ordinary in the sense that there are desks in rows and cobwebs in the corners. What might strike the N0RMAL Arithmancy student as peculiar is the cans of paint, cauldron of brewing potion, and long sheets of parchment waiting for the students in the front of the classroom.
The new Arithmancy PR0F3SS0R is awaiting his students with his fingers knitted together and resting on the bulge of his belly.
OOC: I don't care if you're "late". Keep posting arrivals for now. Keep posting numbers. Class hasn't STARTED started, we're only warming up . OOC: No more shouting numbers, K? We're ADDING the random #'s now. Add the #s. HAVE FUN WIH THAT LOL. But you may still arrive if you want. OPEN DOOR CLASS.
OOC: This is where class has started. So.... be here. Or not. 0r n0t. Iz c00l. 100101! Post what your charries know about BEARDS. K.
OOC: YES OKAY, have your student come to the front, ladle Beard Growing Potion into a cup, DRINK, and sit back down -- a BEARD *WILL* grow onto EVERYONE'S FACES that consumes the potion. You can decide it's make and model . Amount of potion consumed is proportional to BEARD. So...little potion? Pencil mustache? TOO MUCH? Flood dragging beard? With me? yes okay thanks.
OOC: So... dip the beard in paint, dribble the beard on the parchment, COUNT YOUR DRIBBLES. I encourage you to go to PAINT and make your drawing. It isn't necessary, but hehe anyone can draw dribbles, right? hehe DIP, DRIBBLE, COUNT. Go 2 it, yes okay good thanks.
OOC: On the homestretch now! Once you've COUNTED your beard drippings, condense your number down (if necessary) [12 becomes 1+2 = 3. 3 is your number!], then get your READING from the CHART. Do what the chart tells you to do. Take this LESSON with you for LIFE. Yes okay well done very good okay.
UPDATE: OOC: I'm gonna leave this open through Monday. RP ALL YOU WANT OKAY? Just don't set things on fire? Or if you do... I dunno. NO POST ON SUNDAY from me, and I'm not expecting to post until MONDAY EST. Play. Have fun. Practice with your number. Paint the walls with your beards.
SPOILER!!: ALL 0F THE ANGRY W0MEN. Have a b3ard, yes okay thanks you're welcom3
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Originally Posted by Bazinga
Minerva was super annoyed and now outraged that he just gave Ariana a beard. "Professor no offense, but I do not need a beard to be good at arithmancy and I can prove that, but I am not growing a beard on my face." She would just leave class if she had to, but she was in no way growing a beard. She folded her arms and noticed Penelope still didn't have one either. See she wasn't the only one. Looking at Ari she shook her head, "Unbelievable" was all she could say to her friend. This was just outrages. These professors were just getting worse and worse weren't they.
Looking around the room she was just applaud that so many girls just agreed with him that girls were not as smart. Even if they didn't say they agreed their actions said it. They just hurried to get beards. Which the action showed they agreed with this sexist horrible unprofessional fake professor. Yes he had to be fake, because no professor would act this incredibly weird. He was making Flamsteed seem very very normal.
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Originally Posted by JennMarie
She still sat their arms folded.. rather proud that Min and Penelope we're taking a stand with her.. she wasn't going to just let this happen, she just WOULDN'T do it.. surely there was another way to do said activity without a beard. "This is pointless." she mouthed over to min as she glanced over to her. really really pointless. She rolled her eyes and was about t say something else to the professor when he was pointing her and at her and she felt it... instantly...
NO
NO
NO
NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
"No." he COULDNT do that could he!? FORCE her to confine to his Sexist rulings! he COULDNT she had a right to deny doing this weather it was a class or not! but they were sticking them in PAINT.. she could use her REAL hair from her head for THAT! it was SUPER long... "Why can't I just use the hair from my HEAD for paint, why this! take it off.. please." or she was leaving..
TrueFact
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Originally Posted by emjay
What? Claudette hadn't questioned the whole beard thing when the question was posed to the class, even if it was completely bizarre and seemingly irrelevant, but to say that men were better arithmancers than women just because of facial hair?! That made no sense whatsoever and, even though the subject wasn't anything close to her favorite, was awfully offended by the notion. She had never heard such a thing and, if she hadn't questioned the man's mental state, she certainly did now.
And then her eyes widened as her mouth went slightly agape. Take a potion to grow a beard.. HECK NO. She did NOT need a beard to perform any sort of Arithmancy and she certainly would not look cute wearing one. Sure, the boys looked mature and pretty good with them, she noticed as she watched a few of them take the potion, and apparently many of the girls did not agree with her line of thinking as the jumped up to get their own beard-sprouting potion.
How were they so sure they wouldn't last longer than class? What if they ended up permanent? She wasn't so sure she trusted this nutter and she threw him a suspicious look. What if she got stuck with a beard and had to shave it off, leaving her with stubble? GROSS.
And if there was any doubt left to the man's sanity, he mentioned something about dipping the beards into paint.. which only made her fears about being stuck on her face for a long time more apparent. What was this class even?
She was thankful to see a couple other girls stubbornly sitting out the activity, though she let out an audible gasp and threw her hand over her mouth as Ariana got charmed a beard onto her face. Oh no.. what if she was charmed a beard too even if she refused to drink the potion.. ? Claudette glanced over at Minerva as she reiterated her argument and nodded. "I agree with the prefect, sir.. I don't think we don't need to grow beards to divine in Arithmancy.." Since when was facial hair a prerequisite for a class anyway? "We'll show you how good we are at numbers and calculations without them.."
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Originally Posted by LilFox06
Professor say whaaaaaaaat?
Yeah. That beard thing. NOT happening. Her face was perfect the way it was, thank you very much. Anya Phillips was not about to ruin it with a beard. Yeah. She'd just be fine failing at whatever version of crazy town this Professor claimed to be an expert at. She was fine with that.
... and she was slightly offended by that compliment. She did not want to be good at being mental.
It was the same thing if she painted with her fingers, right? ... because she was completely fine with that part of the lesson.
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Originally Posted by Lislchen
She was NOT getting a beard.
Nope.
No way.
Olly shook her head at Schuyler when she seemed to be all up for the idea. Well, something had told her that she would be. The Gryffindor was quite open to new ideas and trying things out. But Olly simply watched her from her seat as she got up and went to the front to drink the beard-growing potion. Along with pretty much everyone else. What was this school? What was going on? Why did they need beards to understand Arithmancy?
Though she couldn't quite help but smirk in amusement when Schuyler suddenly sprouted a beard. How pretty.
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
Eh? Men were better arithmancers just because they have beards?!!? Yeah, try telling that to Professor Hadley. In fact, she wished the Arithmancy-turned-Muggle Studies professor was here right now to stop this madness. It was all fun games until now, now that he was forcing them all to grow beards. And now she was offended enough to not care about points.
In fact, she cared so little at this point that she used her placement near the exit to sneak out of the class while everyone was up moving towards the cauldron.
Have fun guys......
Professor French idly rubbed his own beard, seemingly confused about what exactly these girls were on about.
"You R3QU1R3 a beard to do THIS BRANCH of Arithmancy. That makes men better at Arithmancy. You need a beard, yes okay thanks. You need a beard."
He waved his wand at each girl in rapid succession. Minerva - B00M bearded. Claudette, Anya of HOUSE JEREMY Gryffindor, then Olly and Sky. "Your beards are of my making, not... of your... own. SO your results will not be good. You are not good Arithmancers. But please, practice yes okay, with today's activity anyway."
FA1L.
SPOILER!!: QU3ST10NS
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Originally Posted by Felixir
The only beard Tobias was interested in getting was the lime green beard that Min got in Astronomy. And that was only because it looked so bright and colourful. And obviously not permanent. WOULD THESE be permanent? Tobias didn't know, because he hadn't been listening. He just knew he didn't want to have to start shaving at thirteen.
Some people were getting longer beards than others, so maybe he could hope for some nice short hair growth. OR a long lime green one. They were the only ones he wanted. And it had to be a NICE one. Not scruffy.
Tobias went up and got joined the line, watching everyone else grow their own beards until he had a cup of the potion.
Deciding not to dwell on it too long, Tobias just went ahead and downed all the potion in the cup, before hurrying back to his seat. He squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his fingers on BOTH hands and hoped for a lime green beard. Toby's face was all tingly and weird and he felt the hairs tickle his chin. Eventually it stopped and he opened his eyes.
Purple.
A purple beard.
A LONG purple beard, by the looks of it. So long the end of it reached under his desk. It wasn't lime green, but Tobias decided he LOVED it. He sat up a little straighter and flung the looooooooong beard over one shoulder like a stylish scarf.
Yes. This would do quite nicely.
....
"That is not n0rmal. But color should not affect your beard drippings."
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Originally Posted by PuppySara
Grow a beard? Was he serious? Brodie sighed and got in line taking a cup, he didn't have a choice it seemed, he knew he shouldn't have come to this class... He drank the cup full like the professor said to. He threw the cup away and gave a small sigh feeling it already growing and itching his face. He hated this... Absolutely hated this...He was really thinking he would never come to this class again now... but he wouldn't be the one to argue with the professor.
And now... he was painting with the beard? Lord this was getting worse and worse... Yeah, no more class for him... He looked over and smiled at Claudette, she was cute arguing no to the beard... But with any luck she'd end up like Minnie and the other girls saying no, he'd just put the spell on her himself... Brodie looked at him and then someone else's question did make him wonder, "Professor, this will come off won't it? Or if I shave it off it will stay gone and not come back this quickly right?" Please say yes... He didn't want to have a beard for the rest of his life.
"No, you need a beard for today's lesson, yes okay. Please keep your beard thank you okay."
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Originally Posted by Tegz
So... West wasn't exactly AGAINST this beard thing, or having one on his face or anything but he did want to know a few things so he stuck his hand up.
"How long does the potion last? Does it wear off or do you have to take an antidote........ yes right okay?" Yeah. Yeah he added a few words on the end there, managing to keep sarcasm out of his voice and stuff. It was just on account of he wanted to KNOW things first, because what Slytherin in their right mind -and here a few glances around at certain friends of his- would just go and take a potion without knowing more about it? Especially from a strange professor who clearly didn't know stuff that he should totally know?
... really? West wasn't amused at all. He eyed his girlfriend but didn't say anything.
...Okay no, that was the second time Alice had done this beard thing and it was just not hot. He eyed her some more. Yeah she was just lucky he loved her for her insides as much as all the usual pretty on the outside because it was not a good look.
...
"That is for the end of l3ss0n. We are here now, in this part of the lesson. Please stay with me, take your potion yes okay thanks. We are almost ready to move on, so please now yes okay thanks."
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Err...whaa?
Consider its meaning? Interpret the results? Sophie had absolutely no clue how to do that. She stared at the professor, wide-eyed and bewildered, until she realized the conversation had moved on, and she was expected to do other things now.
Other hairier things.
A beard?! Her?! ...but she was only eleven! Everybody else was getting up and joining the line, though, so Sophie did, too. She sort of had that deer in the headlights look, though. "Professor, you have brewed the cure to this beard growing potion, right? We can just take it before leaving class?" she asked, raising her hand as she stood in line. It was her turn, though, so she dipped the ladle into the potion, poured the brew into a cup, consumed the mixture, and then sat back down.
She looked like a true duck commander...only with her younger-looking, brown hair.
"Cure? Beards are not a disease, thank you."
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Originally Posted by hpfan18
After Kace was done admiring his beard, he heard the professor mention something about grooming?? Huh...well he might as well make it look pretty or handsome. Whichever will do.
He started to brush his beard with his fingers. It did seem tangled. He was getting them out with his fingers. Then he heard Lex mention changing the color. Kace agreed with that idea. "Yeah, i agree with Alexa!, I am curious if you could change the color of your beard. I would like mine to be more black and redish." he said squinting at his beard. Why not have two colors. He wanted to be unique.
Then he got the brush out of his bag. Do not ask why he carries one. It was just there. He began to brush the beard and make it shiny and strong and more importantly groomed. It looked like a nice beard. His beard wasn't too long or too short, it was just right. It began to be itchy though which he didn't like.
".... that is Charms, yes okay? Color does not matter for Arithmancy, yes okay thanks."
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Originally Posted by PhoenixStar
So they were going to dip their beards in paint. What if they were already a color. "Professor my beard is already hot pink... will that make any difference when I have to dip it in paint?" Did she really just say her beard? Merlin this was weird. On top of the weirdness she was actually wondering if she had grew her beard wrong.
...
"Your beard is 0dd, yes okay, but the color should not affect your reading TWODAY."
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Originally Posted by Princesspower
Sarah stopped mid song.. "but doesn't activity, dancing and singing up my seratonin and release endorphines in my body? I work better when I am happier and besides Happiness chases away stress and stress destroys the the connections made by my neurons in my brain". She would be less stressed out of class as the rubbish this teacher was saying made her blood level sky rocket.
Sarah finished off her song and retrieved her beard from where it was hanging besides her shoulder and took it out of a bow. She then brushed he fingers through it.. It was like hair. Although she would hate to have a beard, dress up was fun. She needed an antidote for it though... imagine meeting her baby niece with that? Nahh her baby niece was so young she would probably pull it. "All good yes okay thanks well done." she sang to herself making up a tune.
They might not be learning much yet the entertainment was awesome. "What else can we dress up in inorder to make better arithmancers? I love dressing up". Wait.... she was meant not to talk.. Because the professor was feeling threatened by her.
......???????
"I have said to you already, please okay, l3ss talking, more learning. You are a terrible student. D0 better, yes okay. Do you need to yes okay move next to that girl? (LEMON) Arithmancy is not for everyone okay."
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"YES YES GOOD WELL DONE! Your beards are looking ready. We can now begin. Please stay seated, I will come to you yes okay good job."
Professor French then began up and down the rows of desks, distributing a SMALL CAN OF PAINT and a SHEET OF PARCHMENT to each 1ND1V1DUAL student. Some got RED, others ORANGE, YELLOW, BLUE, INDIGO, or VIOLET. The color didn't matter.
"You will DIP your beard 1nt0 the PAINT. Then dribble your beard ONTO the PARCHMENT. Some of your b3ards will make ONE big BLOB. ONE. NUMB3R one, yes okay? Well done. SOME of you will get MANY drips. TWO, THREE, SEVEN, FORTY-NINE yes thanks that is good, TOO. You will need to DRIBBLE. Then COUNT."
"Yes okay, that is, DRIBBLE, then COUNT. Dribble, then COUNT, yes okay thanks well done. This is easy, yes okay, but as I said, this ancient Arithmancical art requires a B3ARD. Use your b3ard. Dip it in paint. Dribble, yes okay."
"After you dribble and count, begin to INT3RPR3T yes good okay."
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OOC: So... dip the beard in paint, dribble the beard on the parchment, COUNT YOUR DRIBBLES. I encourage you to go to PAINT and make your drawing. It isn't necessary, but hehe anyone can draw dribbles, right? hehe DIP, DRIBBLE, COUNT. Go 2 it, yes okay good thanks.
Ohh, yellow!! That was wonderful. Asher was very pleased to see yellow. He dipped his beard and began to dribble it on the paper. Trying not to mush his beard, only dribble, Asher dangled his newly acquired fur over the parchment. After giving his beard time to dribble, he lifted his head and began to count.
"Some of these dribbles have made a cluster of dribbles. How do I count those? As one big dribble or attempt to make out the individual dribbles?"
So. Jake had a beard. And he wasn't happy about it. The thing was... bushy. And short. Like barely long enough to be rightfully called a beard. So the Prefect was frowning and scratching at it. It would disappear after the class, right?
...And now there was paint. Jake stared down at the red paint on his desk. When he heard the instructions... he just blinked. Dip the beard. In the paint. Really, it shouldn't have surprised him. It wasn't like he was attached to the beard, anyway. ...Figuratively. So he could get paint on it.
Feeling like a complete fool, Jake dipped his beard up to his chin in the red paint. He quickly and carefully moved over his parchment and... let the paint dribble. It all ended mostly in one big glob. But whatever. He was done.
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Anya. Was. Traumatized. Shehadabeard. agkjerhgkaselghaeklg. Nuuuu. No beard face. This was ruining her poor, poor face. What if the hair follicles stayed after her beard disappeared?
WHAT IF SHE HAD TO STAY BEARDED FOREVER?!!?!?
argklaerhgkaej!
Thiswasnotgood. The Gryffindor could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She was going to be a bearded freak. Nobody had a camera right? Right? She hid her face behind a book and looked blankly at the can of paint.
Sniffle.
With a grimace, hidden by the book, she dropped the atrocity hanging from her face into the blue paint. Grosss. And then unceremoniously dropped it onto the parchment.
She looked down at the parchment. And cringed. Now she had paint on herself. What if not only she was a circus freak, what if she was one with ruined clothes?!
Six blobs. ... yeah. She did her best not to cry any more. She did not want to be good at aritmancy. No sir.
She did raise her hand slowly though. She had a question. Peeking just her eyes above her book she squeaked, "ShouldIcountmytearstoo?"
Because then she had 10 life ruining blobs on her parchment.
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Originally Posted by Professor R. French
...
"That is for the end of l3ss0n. We are here now, in this part of the lesson. Please stay with me, take your potion yes okay thanks. We are almost ready to move on, so please now yes okay thanks."
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"YES YES GOOD WELL DONE! Your beards are looking ready. We can now begin. Please stay seated, I will come to you yes okay good job."
Professor French then began up and down the rows of desks, distributing a SMALL CAN OF PAINT and a SHEET OF PARCHMENT to each 1ND1V1DUAL student. Some got RED, others ORANGE, YELLOW, BLUE, INDIGO, or VIOLET. The color didn't matter.
"You will DIP your beard 1nt0 the PAINT. Then dribble your beard ONTO the PARCHMENT. Some of your b3ards will make ONE big BLOB. ONE. NUMB3R one, yes okay? Well done. SOME of you will get MANY drips. TWO, THREE, SEVEN, FORTY-NINE yes thanks that is good, TOO. You will need to DRIBBLE. Then COUNT."
"Yes okay, that is, DRIBBLE, then COUNT. Dribble, then COUNT, yes okay thanks well done. This is easy, yes okay, but as I said, this ancient Arithmancical art requires a B3ARD. Use your b3ard. Dip it in paint. Dribble, yes okay."
"After you dribble and count, begin to INT3RPR3T yes good okay."
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OOC: So... dip the beard in paint, dribble the beard on the parchment, COUNT YOUR DRIBBLES. I encourage you to go to PAINT and make your drawing. It isn't necessary, but hehe anyone can draw dribbles, right? hehe DIP, DRIBBLE, COUNT. Go 2 it, yes okay good thanks.
Uhhh...
West still wasn't convinced. He eyed the people that the professor charmed cursed? beards onto and then got up and took a potion cup..... but instead of drinking it he vanished it with a hidden and subtle flick of his wand beneath his desk, and pretended to drink it.
Likewise, he secretly vanished the paint within the cup thing too. Because if West could answer with invisible numbers, he could clearly have an invisible beard and paint with invisible paint.
.... so he faked it. Angled his chin over the paint as if the end of a beard happened to be swirling around in there or something, and then he continued the motion, mimicking other people a bit, and pretended to be dribbling paint too.
"Right yes okay." He signed his name to his paper. "Invisible numbers. Yes yes good."
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Taylor scratched her beard, irritable. She raised her hand, "Why cant we just use our hair and dip that to make the drips? It would be a lot more comfortable to us, girls, that way." Tay pouted and crossed her arms, looking at the paint and parchment. Taylor had gotten blue. At least I got a good color... She grumbled in her mind but sighed and dipped her stupid beard into the paint then held it over the parchment. Drip... Drip... Drip... Three drops were on the parchment and she wondered what the heck they were doing... and what it had to do with the class.
Now he was giving OTHER girls who were refusing beard and she was astonished. She honestly could not believe the NERVE of this guy.giving her a beard was one thing but then he messed with the other girls... her best friend Minerva AND her baby lion she was red in the face from rage at his words.
She stood up, not able to take it any longer "You can not do this to us. And i will NOT participate in such a class with a teacher with such morals. Women can do arithmancy just as fine as any man on this planet if not Better." she was angry and she was walking out with her morals... even if she did lose a few points she would.make them up easy... you cant make up your dignity.... once that was gone it was gone...
So with that she pushed her chair out from behind her and walked out of the room...... beard and all... shed figure that out later... Tillstorm maybe?
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OMG. This guy needed to stop saying dribble. It was starting to sound weird on his ears. STOP SAYING DRIBBLE. He winced as he continued to use the word and tried to block him out when he got his parchment and his can of orange paint.
He didn't have TOOOOOO much of a beard, but he had to at least attempt this. Dipping his chin in the paint so that his short whiskers got orange paint all over them, and then he started to...sort of shake his head over the paper. He watched as a few droplets fell onto the page, and then that was it.
Rubbing the excess paint off his chin with the back of his hand (and not even caring that his hand was all ORANGE and junk now) he counted the drips he'd made. Ok. Eight.
Like...what did he do NOW? What was he supposed to ANALYZE from this?
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Originally Posted by JennMarie
NO!
Now he was giving OTHER girls who were refusing beard and she was astonished. She honestly could not believe the NERVE of this guy.giving her a beard was one thing but then he messed with the other girls... her best friend Minerva AND her baby lion she was red in the face from rage at his words.
She stood up, not able to take it any longer "You can not do this to us. And i will NOT participate in such a class with a teacher with such morals. Women can do arithmancy just as fine as any man on this planet if not Better." she was angry and she was walking out with her morals... even if she did lose a few points she would.make them up easy... you cant make up your dignity.... once that was gone it was gone...
So with that she pushed her chair out from behind her and walked out of the room..
WHO'S WITH US?
#GirlPower
Umm.. nope. She wasn't going to paint her beard and dribble on a parchment. NOPE! This was so embarrassing and un-classy. Cassia sat in her seat frowning and eyeing the desk. Because eyeing a professor wasn't smart. And maybe at that moment she didn't care about what was smart to do. She kinda preferred the super hard stuff over the weird and unladylike ones. She had a reputation you know! Nope no beard painting. No way.
She remained still thinking of a way to not do this part of the lesson. The professor seemed very enthusiastic and carried away. This was one kind of professor. She watched him very closely making her own theories. Hmmm..
Then something caught her attention. Ariana. The fifth-year nodded in awe at the older girl. One of her role-models just walked out. Cassia was actually against the colored beard thingy. Um.. she actually couldn't do Arithmancy beard or not. Who was she kidding. But she wasn't going to ruin that awesome speech. Might as well pretend she was fighting for a cause rather than her looks.
Without saying a word, the blond slid out of her seat, grabbed her bag and followed Ariana out of the classroom.
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Ella was a bit surprised by Ariana's outburst and the general anger that a lot of girls in the class were displaying. She respected the girl power and all that but she really wasn't that bothered by being asked to have one. A beard, that is. I mean BEARDS! Not that she thought she looked amazing with one or anything but how often did you get to experience how the other half lives? It's not as if she was ever going to be able to grow one again without magic so why not. She'd be a bearded lady for the day and worst comes to worst, she could always join the circus if it didn't come off. Bright side!
The blonde eyed her orange paint curiously and then dipped the end of her long beard inside, making sure to get it good and covered. If she was going to paint, she might as well make it a good painting. She then held the beard awkwardly over her blank parchment and let it drip.
Drip. Drip. Drop. Drop. Drop.
Hm. "I've got thirteen drops here." Was that good?
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Oooohh! Adi now clearly understood what the man was trying to say. Men were better at this branch of Arithmancy because they had beards! He glanced at Min and the others. They did realise now what the man was saying? They needed to cool it now.
He listened carefully to the instructions. They seemed simple enough. Who would have thought that they'd be needing beards for Arithmancy? He briefly wondered if his mom had to to do; he would have loved to see her with a beard! "We got it!'' Adi thought, and yet again staring at the Professor. "Dip, dribble and count!''
Adi positioned the sheet of parchment in front of him and dipped his beard into the orange paint. "Oh! This is so cool!'' He leaned over the parchment and let his beard do its thing.
Thwock! Thwock! Thwock! Thwock!
The little Badger could hear the paint dropping onto the parchment.
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Finally! No more thwocks! All the excess paint had dripped off! Time to count! "One, two, three, four, five..., eleven!'' Eleven blobs of orange on a parchment!
Green eyes darted to the door as Claudette had the fleeting thought of just leaving. What was this nonsense anyway? She had never heard such sexist rubbish in her life and she was not going to be forced to disfigure herself for any reason, certainly not for something stupid like add up numbers.
But before she could say anything else or do anything about it, she turned her head just in time to see French's wand pointed at her.. and BAM. A beard instantly sprouted on the 16 year old's face causing her to SHRIEK in horror. A beard! A beard was on her face and she was sure she looked HIDEOUS!
Frozen with repugnance, the girl's face (or what could be seen of it since she had bent her head so low so that no one could look at her) reflected her disgust as she simply stared at the pot of paint on her desk. Though the itchy, bristly hairs felt like bugs crawling over her skin, she dared not touch it, because she was sure it was simply horrible.. and did not want further confirmation.
And her results would not be good anyway? So why couldn't she just use a fake beard then, like what she had suggested earlier.. Ugh. It was bad enough she had to have this atrocity on her face, but now she had to dip it into paint? She felt like she was going to throw up. Claudette grimaced at the paint for a minute longer, looking up as she heard an indignant voice. Well.. she for one agreed with Ariana.. though she sort of wished she had the opportunity before she had the beard charmed onto her face.
Standing up, she added, "She's right.. Men are no better than us just because of their ability to grow facial hair." Such a ridiculous notion. "And we shouldn't be forced into growing a beard.. at least give us an alternative option.. or the choice to opt out of the activity.." And now the girl's cheeks burned bright pink, feeling completely humiliated. She grabbed her books and shielded them in front of her face as she hurried out after Ariana, whispering to her as she caught up to her, "These beards will come off, right?"
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This was a good type of insane. Nigel did not like the violet color he got passed. But the tragic part is that he was going to have to drip his awesome groomed beard in paint.
That could wait though. It was more interesting watching Ariana walk out of class because of some belief that bearded men are the best at Arithmancy. Nigel would like to see some evidence on that. Nigel finally decided he did not want to sully his beard with paint.
Watching to see how French was going to react. Sounded more fun.
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She would take the fact that he didn't say no as the go ahead to change the colour on hers but before she could raise her wand he was handing out paint and telling them to dip their beards in it?
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Lex shrugged, deciding she would only question something if she knew for a fact it was wrong. Like the Jeremy Gryffindor thing. She wouldn't stand for rubbish like that. As it stood, she knew very little about Arithmancy and didn't think she'd question it until she knew where it was going--OHAI GIRLS DECIDING TO LEAVE!
Leaving because it was 'unlady-like'? Pffft, good thing she wasn't a lady. She didn't see the big deal in having a beard, she just didn't see where this rubbish class was going anyway but skipping classes...yeah, no, she'd just stay here and watching Professor Crazy over there give out more weird instructions. They couldn't get any worse.
Alexa dipped her beard in the blue paint. Drip. Drip. Drip. Was it done now? It looked like it. "Looks like six drops so long as we're counting the big ones as one." Now then, where was this going?
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Brodie looked at his color and sighed, you were kidding right? Of all the colors he got a flipping PINK... No he did not like the class and that showed but he did as he was told then looked at his paper, "One, two, three, four..." He kept going for quite a while, "... Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four..." There all of them all fifty-four of his stupid pink blobs... Now what were they going to be doing?
He looked at Claudette as she ran out and felt bad for his friend and crush He hated to see the ones he cared about being embarrassed like that, "Professor French, while I did the assignment I can see where the girls are coming from..." He was just hoping saying that wouldn't get him in trouble and kicked out of class, but he cared for Claudette, and felt bad for her having to be forced into something she didn't want to do.
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Well, that just sealed the deal. Arithmancy was now officially a subject Sophie knew she could pass. Who couldn't drink a potion, dip something in paint, and then splatter the paint everywhere? Oh, yeah. She was going to get excellent marks in Arithmancy this year. She was calling it now.
Sophie waited until she was given a piece of parchment and a can of paint. Oh, look--green! House pride for the win! She jotted down her name on the parchment then unscrewed the lid of the paint can. She didn't even hesitate to dip her beard right on in. After all, it was coming off soon anyway, right? It wasn't like she had to wear this beard forever.
She didn't, did she...?
Anyway, back to the assignment. Beard now soaked in paint, Sophie hung it out to dry over the piece of parchment. It began dripping in big blobs and then smaller ones.
When the beard stopped dripping paint, she had a finished product.
There were eight drops altogether, some big, some small. She had no idea how to interpret that, though. She started randomly thinking of words that might have eight letters in them. In the end, she went with:
SOPHIE A.N.
It was the exact number of letters in her name. It was official. She was Queen of the World.
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Hm? Ariana Logan was storming out? Alice could see why she was upset. After all, in her expert opinion, she WAS better than every single boy in the class at Arithmancy, beard or no beard.
But PR0F3SS0R FR3NCH was still brilliant.
She waited until Dora was done braiding her uncomfortable batch of facial hair before trying to jam it into her orange paint can. The sixteen year old wasn't too brilliant at maneuvering her chin around things, though, and so she ended up knocking the whole can over instead.
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Minerva was glaring completely glaring when she saw the wand and couldn't duck out of the way fast enough. She was boiling over the top. She had never flipped out in a classroom before. She had never disrespected a professor, but this was just so uncalled for. There was no way she was doing this lesson. She would have gladly done the beard if it had made sense and if this horrible nut job of a professor wouldn't be as sexist as he was. He was more ridiculous than any professor she had come across. This was just unbelievable. She went to open her mouth but Ariana got to him first.
Someone please call St. Mungos and tell them they have a patient that escaped and is pretending to be a professor, because this guy was more mental than herself. "There is no way a beard will make me any better or any worse in a subject about numbers, nor would anyTHING else that would make me a man. I am a perfectly fine in Arithmancy without a beard and I think my grades as well as my Owl has prove that." She gathered her things. She didn't need him to remove this stupid beard she had others that could do that AND she would be talking to her head of house if not the Headmistress about this man.
Glaring at him again she stormed out of the room. She was done with this class she didn't need it for her career and she would not be back with Mr. nutter Frenchie.. no way
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Girls storming out of classes don't happen everyday. Marigold was surprised at first. She agreed with them, just because you're male doesn't mean you are bad at Arithmancy! But was it just because you have a beard? But you could just do that with your ponytail, plus men don't always have beards. All in all Marigold supported... Ariana was it? And the other girls leaving, but she stayed back. She shot them a thumbs up behind her back, then sheepishly dipped her beard in the red paint. She splattered it on her parchment. Seven-lucky number!
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"YES YES GOOD WELL DONE! Your beards are looking ready. We can now begin. Please stay seated, I will come to you yes okay good job."
Professor French then began up and down the rows of desks, distributing a SMALL CAN OF PAINT and a SHEET OF PARCHMENT to each 1ND1V1DUAL student. Some got RED, others ORANGE, YELLOW, BLUE, INDIGO, or VIOLET. The color didn't matter.
"You will DIP your beard 1nt0 the PAINT. Then dribble your beard ONTO the PARCHMENT. Some of your b3ards will make ONE big BLOB. ONE. NUMB3R one, yes okay? Well done. SOME of you will get MANY drips. TWO, THREE, SEVEN, FORTY-NINE yes thanks that is good, TOO. You will need to DRIBBLE. Then COUNT."
"Yes okay, that is, DRIBBLE, then COUNT. Dribble, then COUNT, yes okay thanks well done. This is easy, yes okay, but as I said, this ancient Arithmancical art requires a B3ARD. Use your b3ard. Dip it in paint. Dribble, yes okay."
"After you dribble and count, begin to INT3RPR3T yes good okay."
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OOC: So... dip the beard in paint, dribble the beard on the parchment, COUNT YOUR DRIBBLES. I encourage you to go to PAINT and make your drawing. It isn't necessary, but hehe anyone can draw dribbles, right? hehe DIP, DRIBBLE, COUNT. Go 2 it, yes okay good thanks.
Ariel squinted her eyes at what the professor said next.
Alright, it was official: THIS MAN IS NUTS.
She would have walked out of the class right then and there if she hadn't needed an antidote for the beard she had grown. UGH. Fine. The girl did as she was told as the CRAZY Professor placed a container of red paint on her desk.
She dipped her newly grown beard into the paint and let it drip on the parchment. However, due to the braid she had made, it made ONE big drop and a cluster of FOUR little drops around it.
That made FIVE all together. "I have five, Professor!" Ariel noted. "The number of change and flexibility!" Yes, hopefully that change was accounted to the removal of this beard sometime on the near future.
I'm sorry about her >_< I still like you though, professor!
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This was going nowhere fast and Penelope wasn't sure how much more of this nonsense she could deal with, especially when there were still no good reasons being given on why and how this made any sense. How in the name of Merlin did having a beard help with Arithmancy? She was no Ravenclaw, but really. How? Why was this important? Beards weren't a bad thing, she had no problem with them, especially when it was her boyfriend who was wearing one 'cause it did look pretty good on him, heh, but the idea that it somehow made people (or rather, men) better at Arithmancy was laughable. And really, if that WAS all it took to be better at this subject, then it was a waste of time and effort. Leaving sounded like a great idea, especially when she had still so far managed to avoid being forced into a beard.
"Yeah, I'm done with this," she said with a shake of her head, scooping up her bag from the floor. She stood up and simply walked out with the other girls.
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Why were people LEAVING? Mo frowned slightly as they went, giving his lovely, luxurious beard a tug. Hmm... did they not hear the man say that it wasn't their gender... it was some arbitrary thing about beards that predicated who was good at Arithmancy? And since some women could grow beards and some men couldn't... it had nothing to do with gender and everything to do with puberty.
Hmph. Mo dunked the end of his beard into the blue paint, trying to do that yoga-mind-clearing thing that he did so well. Or that he wanted to do well, at least. He pulled his beard from the paint can and dribbled it across the parchment, trying carefully not to end up with that big blob of paint that so many people were getting.
SPOILER!!: Dribble
Now then... to count up his dribbles. Did they all count equally?
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Wasn't it bad enough that she had to wear the stupid beard.... She did not want to dip her weird beard into paint and dribble it onto paper. Hearing the others. She looked up. She agreed girls didn't need beards to be good at something, they just had to use something else..Like there hair... Beards were fine on boys but on girls... It was just...Ack!! And they definitely didn't change who was good at something... Leaving sounded good... She could just ask someone to take off the beard, go talk to Lafay if she had too!
"Yeah this is just ridiculous.", she said as she picked up her bag from the door. She stood up and walked out with the rest of the girls. She was surly not coming back to this class...She didn't need it at all!!
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Eliza stared incredulously at the professor as he insisted on continuing to discredit women's abilities to be good at Arithmancy. She scoffed once as she straightened her parchment and slipped out a quick eye roll as she dipped her beard into indigo paint. She'd always sort of liked purpley colors and orange together, so the colors distracted her from her displeasure with the lesson for a moment.
After she finished her drips, she sat quietly and watched the other girls leave the class. Sure, she thought he was ridiculous and had no right to say things like that, but was she going to storm out because of it? No. She was far too level headed for that. And besides, she didn't much care what he was saying anyway and she doubted anyone here would be swayed by his horrible opinions on females. In her mind actually, the way these girls were getting so worked up over the ravings of a lunatic, sort of made girls seem....well...a little ridiculous as well. It just wasn't enough to get so upset over, to her anyway. She felt sorry that her friends were so wounded by his ramblings though, and she turned up the corner of her mouth to show some sympathy for them as they left.
She glanced down at her paper again and counted....seventeen droplety blob things, some of which may have dribbled onto the table just a bit. She swiped up the access with her fingers and rubbed the paint into her skin until it dried, leaving her just a bit stained. So....now what?
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Somehow, Schuyler had a feeling that Olly wouldn't go up and grow a beard so willingly. But it did seem that Professor French had something to say about that. In other words, he GAVE her a beard himself. She smirked as she looked to Olly. "You've got to do something about that mustache."
Anyway, now with her oh-so-nicely braided beard, Schuyler was going to have to... dip it in paint and count the dribbles? Well, okay. Not exactly a challenging lesson so far, but Schuyler did like the fun of it. She dipped her beard in yellow paint because yellow was her favorite color! Why else? Dribble drabble...
SPOILER!!: Parchment dribble
Were they supposed to count the tiny specks? Nah. Schuyler decided that she had an even four.
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