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So far none of her dreams had been crushed and she hadn't been lured into a false sense of satisfaction. It was just the classroom and he was still just the Professor. Lex wasn't gonna wake him The Gryffindor didn't bother trying to get comfy as she sat. There was no point. Everything hurt and kicking her feet up would only have increased that. When would this nightmare be over?-- Did the Professor just say they COULDN'T fix this???? WHAAAAATTTT??? Alexa sat forward in her seat, eyes wide with disbelief. At this point she would have rathered being lured into a false sense of satisfaction. Dude needed to work on his lying skills. Things like that caused mass panic...except not really. Was she really the only one worried by the fact he said they couldn't get fixed? Lex took the mirror when it floated over to her but planted it face down on her desk. The mirror in her dorm was enough thanks. "The aging itself." They were allowed to be vague yes? She hated the whole bloody thing and couldn't think of any one thing she hated more than another. "Hate feeling like Professor Botros looks--used to look sorry because he's quite young now. Blonde hair and all." Then a whole lot of grumbling. It wasn't fair. |
Bay raised his hand "Professor.. I hate that I feel like I always want to nap.. I'm always napping.. I could be missing a lot of school work or Quidditch practice….im always sleeping" he confessed.. listening to the other students and his friends.. yeah the whole thing pretty much sucked.. he missed his good looks.. but he looked like his grandfather now.. even though the wrinkle situation has been dealt with due to the Potions Professor.. thank goodness.. he still had his grey hair and all the aches and soars and tones of sleeping that went with it. He just wanted it all to go away and to be his handsome self again…Sigh |
Nice of you to join us, Fuller. Or not nice, we'll see. Needless to say, Lotus Acacia Wisteria did NOT touch the mirror that made its way to her desk. Her eyes were on those who took it without giving it much thought. Particularly Kinsley, because he was still one of those, like her, who didn't suffer from this. She was merely watching to make sure nothing will happen to those who touch it. Though she was quite aware that some effects wouldn't be instantly seen. But still. Something to keep in mind. AND WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT... that she'd agree with Theodore Kinsley's words as well. A sore to the eyes indeed. Especially Airey Flamsteed. It was such a shame, really. But what bothered Lotus more was..., "Memory loss," her eyes went to her best friend, "Hearing loss as well, I don't quite like repeating myself." Her hand, once raised to answer the question, went down. Careful enough not to touch the mirror yet. You know, she had every right to be selfish about this matter, but had she been cursed with this... it'd probably be hearing loss what she'd be most annoyed about. |
Elisabetta made her way into the Charms classroom, immediately noticing that the professor was asleep at his desk. She frowned and wondered what sort of person he was going to be...was he going to use class time to sleep all the time, or was he actually going to teach something? She walked over to an empty seat and sat down, setting her book bag down beside her feet and pulling out her parchment, quill, ink, and wand. Whatever they were going to be learning today--if anything--was going to be interesting if they had a sleepy professor who was probably going to be too tired to do much. |
Text Cut: Bart Really, Bart, really? There wasn't a leaking problem with the man's mouth. He was just slobbering because he was comfortable. That's what sleeping people did, yeah? Besides, Fuller looked REALLY ADORABLE. But then the man woke up, and Bev sent a Bart an I-told-you-so look. Then stuck her tongue at him. Playfully, of course. She'd been right. Hehe. Text Cut: Professor What sucks the most about aging so fast? Beverly took a deep breath, ignoring the mirror that was set on her desk, and raised her hand gingerly. "What sucks the most is not being able to sleep late reading my favorite book because I'm always sleepy." SUCKED BIG TIME. "And don't get me started on body aches. I haven't swam since October nor gone running. I used to be so active. I'm like...like a grandmother turtle nowadays." T__________T So sad. |
Well that answered his question. He could not nap. Since Facial Hair had just woke up. Really this question again. Nigel did not care about any of the other things associated with aging. Just one major thing. Grey Hair. He totally understood what Alec said and just wanted his hair back to normal. "Grey Hair. It is evil" It made for horrible hair emergencies. |
SPOILER!!: Professor, yo! Okay...for once in her life, Ves had been fortunate. She wasn't suffering nearly as bad as her classmates...like Nigel's gray hair, Ella's epic joint pains, Alexa's memory loss...and apparently everyone's general exhaustion. Well, she was forgetting some things...and her knees did hurt a little...as well as her back...but wow, it wasn't that bad. It'd be a jerk move to complain about it, right? "It's depressing, yes." What else could she say?...You know, without sounding like a jerk? "I worry that people are going to drop dead." When in doubt, be honest? Erm. |
Oh no! The Professor was handing out mirrors. If there was one thing Alex did not want to do, it was to be forced to look at herself in the mirror. Mirrors booooo.....but wait, they were going to get tips to help them look young? Tips yaaaaaaay! Alex sat forward in her seat with her listening ears alert. The Professor wanted to know what was most hindering about this aging thing. Alex thought about it for a moment and then raised her hand. "The worst thing for me is not being able to move around without pain and fatigue. That prevents me from doing what I want to do when I want to do it. I move so slowly that it takes forever to get things done." |
There really was no reason for Tag to be in this class today, you know? He wasn't old and wrinkly and graying or stooping over or losing his hearing or eyesight. Rather pointless for him to be here, yeah? But, whatever, he was here to be here. God. Look at all these old classmates. Grandpas and grandmas as Tag liked to go on about it. And seeing as Tag didn't have any of these conditions he found it rather hard to give answers to Professors question. Oh, that is until he started asking the question so that everyone could relate to it. Shudders at those thoughts. "There's always a brightside, to this. At least for us younglings." Tag said smiling and trying to glance at his non-aging classmates. "We can call you guys Grandpas and grandmas." Yes, he knew he said that aloud. But what was bad about it? "Cause you're all old and breaking bones you're going at the speed of well, a slug, if we ever want to play games or things like that. " |
So this class was probably gonna be a waste of time seeing as Lily had no aging symptoms like a lot of her classmates and professors, and taking a glance around the room she noticed she wasn't the only one without aging symptoms. The school was so weird this term. Anyway, professor drooly over there was asking questions about what people disliked most about being old. Well, Lily wasn't old but knew that most of her team was... meaning they were slow and bad at quidditch and bad at preparing and staying in shape for quidditch. So maybe that could be Lily's answer... Putting her hand up, she responded. "I don't like how we can't really do workouts as a quidditch team anymore because everyone is so slow... and old." But more of the slow part since Lily didn't like calling younger students old. It made her feel ancient even though she looked way younger than them... |
They couldn't help?! All they could do was offer spells to assist in temporary changes, or potions to fix the skin like in potions class. But no one could figure out why or how to fix things for good. Ben was beginning to understand why some students had gone to the staff and board of governors for assistance. Not him...he couldn't be bothered. And it appeared as if there hadn't been any use in it anyway. The second year sighed and tried to focus on what else was being said by the fellow aging man instead of the lack of solutions. Mirrors?! Like that didn't make it all worse. Ben so was not looking at himself with it. It was bad enough in the bathroom each morning. "The aches and pains," he answered. That would be the absolute worst and he agreed with what else was being said about it from his fellow students. Moving around...playing quidditch, all was made worse by them. "Sounds too..." They were almost just as bad to the aches and pains at times. |
Jeez, the old coot had woken up. Ascanius was really hoping he could be bored without having to actually listen to Fuller ramble. That was borderline cruel and unusual, yeah? Something he would have to, unfortunately, have to suffer through today. And even worse they were going to be talking about this aging thing. It actually made Ascanius freeze in his seat. Not 'cause he was affected by it in the slightest, but for other reasons. He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to talk about it. And now he was being forced t- Oh mirror. Oh yeah, this was something Ascanius could do all day. Look at himself in the mirror that is 'cause he was worth it. Hey handsome. Ah right, question. Well, he wasn't going to answer anyway, so he kept gazing at himself in the mirror. But he supposed that if he was going to answer he would have said something about how he was not a fan of the smell that permeated throughout the halls. Just a thought. His face was a better one though. |
Josette couldn't help but feel excited when she saw Ella had returned her greeting. From the looks of it, it seemed Ella wasn't upset with the little girl for calling her by her nickname. Josette was definitely a fan too. OH- the Professor was awake. Her blue eyes went from Ella to the now awake Professor, clearly the lesson was going to happen. Her full attention was on the older man as he addressed the class as always. But it was when she had her full attention on him was when she'd felt a little bit of regret for having her attention on him. Because according to him....there was no way to fix this aging thing going on. Not only that, he'd passed around mirrors to the class. She didn't have to look at herself did she? Josette pouted a little bit as he went on to remind her why she hated this aging more and more. But was that? What stunk the most about this? Josette bit her lower lip before she softly muttered, "Grey hair...I look like an old piece of fruit..." And the obvious. "These wrinkles stink..." She pouted her lower lip again. The list could go on, but she'd prefer not to get too into that. |
She was still asleep when class began, and with all the discussion going on around her, Alice woke with a start. Mmnghghngnhhwhat? Feeling around her face and desk for drool (thankfully, there was none), she blinked a couple of times and tried to get back into the thick of things. Were they talking about the cons of being old? The seventh year took a hand mirror like the rest of her classmates, but spent a while looking at herself. The wrinkles hadn't shown up on her body yet- she had constant application of that Wrinkle-Heal unction to thank for that- and no gray hairs could be seen on her head. Charms worked wonders for those streaks in her locks. But her complexion was sallow, her cheeks were hollow, she'd clearly lost weight all over... yeah. Definitely aging. Alice didn't contribute, though, because what else was there to say? Nothing really. |
What was the worst part about aging? Mo didn't even have to look in his mirror. In fact, he held it up and looked at the back of it with interest, refusing to look at his graying hair and wrinkles. He saw enough of that in the bathroom mirror every morning, and he didn't need to see it again so soon. "My girlfriend is 70 years younger than me. I look like her grandad. It makes snogging her an awkward thing." So he didn't, frankly, and Cat seemed to be a good sport about it. For now. "And I think I might have a heart attack from all these stairs I have to climb. And my knees... don't get me started. When I was young, we didn't have classes all over the dagburn castle the way these smartalecky kids do now. No, we had sensible schedules set by professors who a decent set of brains located up in the ol' nogging. I dunno who made up these schedules, but they have no respect for my sore joints or my aching back. Not a lick of sense among the lot of them." What was he talking about again? And don't even ask him about the rowdiness of kids these days. Their parents should be hexed for raising such monsters. Grumble grumble. |
SPOILER!!: ProfessorF Charms was well.... just the old regular classroom bit now, like those classes she's seen at Uni, heck it even had the sleeping teacher in front. But the old doze-y awoke and started blabbering up front. Yeah yeah doodle doodle-- oh what is this mirror? Well now if she's going to spend her time gazing at her lovely reflection maybe its not such a ho hum thing after all. So wait... this is going to be some beauty class? Taught by an old man? Huxley snorted behind her hand held mirror. This could be a hoot. "I guess it is a bit irritating walking along hallways and stairs, people hobbling around, but then I do get to just breeze by and be my youthful spritely self." Have them eat her dust so to speak. "People being hard of hearing can be annoying too but the things you can get away with when they cant hear you well." she giggled wickedly. "So... in a place where I am younger, faster, smarter, and prettier-- why would I want to change a thing?" wink. |
Oh and he was awake and now this was a little awkward. Bart standing at his desk tapping his wand to wake the man up and the man didn't even seem to notice. Well whatever he was awake now and Bart shuffled off to find the first seat available. Once sitting he did his usual fidgeting and trying to focus, but struggling. Classes were so hard to focus in. They needed to be quidditch he'd focus for quidditch, but the question and the lesson seemed promising. He was all about a few things with this aging, but others not so much. "What they said, it's hard for Quidditch. It hurt everywhere and being hit by a bludger, it takes longer to bounce back." Like the one in his gut, it took a while before he breathed after that. "I like the beard thing, beard are cool, but I hate being bald. It's ugly and stupid, and my head is way to shiny. I need my hair back." Shoehorn style hair was not cool... at all. He wanted his full dirty blonde hair back. He was twelve bald did not work for twelve. |
Hayley frowned. Aging so quickly was a very touchy subject and she wasn't even in her teens just yet. Meaning that when the professor gave out mirrors, she cringed and shoved it to one side of the table. Nope. She wasn't looking at it. She was TWELVE and she looked older than her momma. Aidee would freak. But what was the worst part of being old? "It's really hard to dance with all the creaky joints and stuff," she frowned. "And quidditch. It's hard to quidditch." In fact, it was pretty hard to do almost everything that people her age did. Assuming her age wasn't actually in the late 50's. |
Oh, Fuller woke up. Delilah just eyed the mirror on her desk but didn't pick it up. What was the point, really? She already knew what was wrong with her. To be honest, she still looked pretty good, except for the few grey hairs which weren't very noticeable. And the tiredness... Yeah. Now, that was the main problem. "Exhaustion, mostly. I get tired very fast." And the greying.. but people already mentioned that so. She had nothing else to add. |
Okay so two things were for sure. The first thing was that this was obviously a major problem that was affecting way more people than she had originally noticed, and second it couldn't be fixed? That was new to her. "What do you mean it can't be fixed?" They were freaking wizards/witches after all. Somebody should be able to wave a wand over her and she should be able to go back to normal. This was insane. "More importantly shouldn't we find out who brought on this disgusting disease?" Hannah eyed the puffers. So that wasn't what the professor was asking, but dangit she was grumpy and she wanted answers. Hannah had no intention of merely coping with this thing. She was not going to be in a grandma like state for the rest of her life. "Well, to answer your question besides taking forever to even get moving it would be nice if I could stop farting all the time." Yeah she said it. Fix that professor. |
SPOILER!!: professor and the conversation How exactly was she going to participate? She wasn't exactly old. And she was one of like thirty or less kids in the whole school. Maybe she'd just say random stuff? Or like participate in the things she understood. Because there was some things she just didn't. Feeling old and being slow were two perfect examples. Okay, which part sucks? Nothing. She wasn't old. But she was supposed to participate, RIIIGHT? So she would have to wing it. Wasn't that hard. She did that a loooot. Because well, she was about to turn twelve. She didn't exactly know what she was doing yet. "Well, I imagine that it has to be the feeling, ya know? Of like not being able to keep up." Because this lot moved sllooooooowwly. She could attest. The redhead got caught behind them a couple of times. Let's just say that if they weren't old Caelen would have been a lot less forgiving. She might have pushed past them. Because she had stuff to dooo. But she felt bad for the old people sometimes. Because Hogwarts had a buttload of stairs. She would know. She was a Ravenclaw. Leg muscles were probably going to become her thing by the time she was a seventh year. And secondly, ummm, did anyone notice that they had to run across the school for classes? Gross. She barely ran to get the mail back home and they had to move their old bodies everywhere. All at once, she was immensely proud that she wasn't affected by the disgusting thing. Also, incurable? She was going to go to a school full of old people for the rest of her years here? All of those poor people! Seriously, she had a potion for sale over here and she was glad to use it. Not because they were ugly, but because they might want clearer skin and such. Anyway, she sat back and listened to the conversation she couldn't really participate in. Because she didn't know what exactly was going on here. Hogwarts was a weird place. She heard from Nate that they were broke last year and there was like one house elf -which she was still not really used to- and food sucked. So apparently every year was weird. It was a weird school. A really weird school at times. -totally not looking at any of the old students though she totally did-. |
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Well apparently the Professor had this ageing thing too going by the looks of him and the fact that he had been fast asleep when they had entered his classroom. Michael allowed himself a small smug smile as he watched the man. That's what you get for picking on a guy who had grown old and lost his hearing. Karma, that's what it was. The smile faded from his lips though when the Professor began to talk. Oh Michael had absolutely no idea what the man was saying because he was now totally deaf and could not hear a single thing that was being said. He only knew the man was talking because his lips were moving. And then he seemed to stop talking and his classmate's mouths were moving. Apparently a question had been asked. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??" That alone should answer the man's question. |
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He was not doing this today. ”LISTEN OR LEAVE, TOUSSIANT.” WAS THAT LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU??? ”Alright, you all came up with a fairly decent list. All reasonable complaints. All of which I agree with.” Unfortunately. ” Today we will be aiding a few of these little bugs. The first little handy spell is one I like to call the Swish-and-Facelift. A simple swish of the wand, a simple incantation, and--” Piers snapped his wrinkled fingers for emphasis ”Your face is defying gravity. You look younger, feel younger, less saggy, less wrinkly.” Turning to board again, he again started to write. (FRON-TISS - AL-EH-VAY-TUSS) ”Frontis Allevatus,” he read out loud, putting a hand behind his back That being said, it was time to demonstrate. ”Everyone pay attention!” Piers grabbed his wand and a mirror. Looking at his sad wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, He swished his wand over the area once while saying the incantation, ”Frontis Allevatus.” and his wrinkles were lifted away from his eye, almost as good as new. Almost. ”I want you to practice the incantation first before trying it on your own. If you are lucky enough not to look like a raisin, find someone with the symptoms and practice on them. I’m sure they would be willing to get any help they can.” Who wouldn’t want a free facelift??!?! OOC: Please make at least three posts for this activity. For example, one for practicing the incantation and two for trying out the charm. You will get two points per post, but only 6 points (three posts) total. You CAN make as many posts as you want, but if your post doesn't contain either practicing the incantation or performing the charm, please don't number it. It's distracting. You only need to number the posts that I explained. You will have 45ish hours to complete this task before we move on! Have fun! Feel free to work with a partner and I encourage to to RP with someone you normally don't! =) |
Post 1 Adi jotted down the spell when the incantation when it appeared on the board. This spell sounded awesome with the exception of the part where their faces could end up looking permanently...wrong. Eeeep! Didn't want that to happen now, did he? Adi made up his mind to get this spell right as soon as possible. Okay so all he had to do was swish the wand over the wrinkled areas and say the incantation. Easy enough. Time for practice! "Frontis Allevatus, Frontis Allevatus, Frontis Allevatus,'' the Puffer muttered repeatedly. ''Frontis Allevatus, Frontis Allevatus.'' |
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