"Excuse you. I'm plenty scary." Yeah. Really. Not even fanged geraniums had teeth this sharp. "But if whacking you constantly with a beater's bat would make you think otherwise, I'm happy to oblige. Now do the spell, Cambridge."

Seriously, could she hurry up? 'Cause Alice didn't remember how to make a s'more from Hadley's Muggle junk lesson and needed the fifth year to make some for her. "The sooner you cast, the sooner you eat. Do I need to make you do laps at 4 AM again?"

She would. All it took on her part was waking up and barking half-asleep orders from a broom, yeah?

And HUZZAH.

The dolly, Lucas found, as he SLOOOOOOWWWWLLLLY put his hand into the frankly quite pleasant fire, had not died a painful cloth death but instead was just as weird looking as it had been BEFORE.

Yay!

He even petted its little head once or twice to ensure it's safe keeping and then dropped it back in the box before grabbing a stick and some marshmallows.

What better way to finish a lesson than with SMORES. YUM.

Braith looked around at everyone once more before checking his watch. Yep, definitely end of class, though he supposed if they wanted to hang around a bit longer to finish their snacks he wouldn't mind. He was just about to make an announcement when he heard a voice at his side. Professor History Man... that'd be him, yeah?

Ah, Mr. Maroon was ready to try again. Braith turned his attention to the boy as he successfully cast the charm and plunged his hand in, pulling the unharmed doll from the flames. "Excellent work, Mr. Maroon," he nodded at the boy in approval, allowing a small grin to cross his face. "Didn't doubt you could do it." Just needed to quell that frustration with a little snack, is all.



And with that, it was really time to end class. Even went a bit longer than he expected, but that was alright, learning was happening. And it seemed like everyone had ample time to practice, right? "Alright, everyone," he began raising his voice above the chatter. "Class is dismissed. Homework will be posted shortly." Of course they were free to finish up whatever they were eating and he'd hang around a bit while the last of them packed up their things and left. But as of now, they could get back to whatever kids did after class. And it was pretty close to dinner time.. if they were still hungry after eating s'mores and such.



OOC - Class is officially over, but I will leave this thread open for a few hours for anyone who wants to RP eating, leaving, etc. Thanks for an awesome class!

Sophie finished up the activity just in time to hear the professor announce that class was over. But wait---whaa?! Class was over! That meant she didn't have enough time to eat a s'more after all, ...and those were really, really good! She was just about to see if she could snatch one from somebody else, when she happened to look around and notice that several others were still working on their own s'mores, so that part of the lesson was still open.

*BIG GRIN*

Sophie abandoned her bag for the time being then collected the materials to make s'mores. She then headed over to the fire to start making the greatness known as a s'more.

"Bart, my name is Bart." Why did professors all seem to have to use the adult name towards them. He wasn't his father and he didn't want to be so Bart was his name unless you were Abbi and then you got Bartholomew, which reminded him he had to make sure to tell Professor Flamedude not to call him that. He wasn't allowed. A grin stayed on his face as Professor History Man said he didn't doubt him. Darn straight he shouldn't doubt the Bart. He knew what he was doing he just pretended not to. Make the others look good before he did it perfectly, yeah that was it.

He turned on his heel as the professor said about the end of class, but he didn't leave. He made his way to the S'mores and made another one. One more victory snack wasn't going to hurt was it? Shoving the little too hot S'more in his mouth Bart danced about "hot.. hot.. " He swallowed and figured that was enough treats for one day.

Grabbing his bookbag and throwing it up over his shoulder he began to make his way back towards the castle, "Later Professor History Man." He gave a wave to the on the cool list now professor and left for the kitchen. Pumpkin Juice was needed.