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It's the beginning of December and, as usual, you find yourself walking towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Unlike some previous lessons, this classroom really does look like a classroom, what with the appearance of the desks and the chairs.
Something else that looks different upon your entrance is the figure standing next to your Professor. Some might recognise the YATI Angelo Toussaint, who can be seen talking to Professor Hirsch. Hirsch himself is sporting somewhat of a smile as he leans against his desk, waiting for the students to arrive.
Looking behind the pair, you can see a small sign upon the blackboard:
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Feel free to play around with the clay on your desk while the questions are being asked. Try and mould it into whatever being/creature/object you wish. You may do this alone or in small groups.
Sure enough, if you look back at the desks, which are big enough to seat two people, there are lumps of clay sitting there. Small plastic gloves sit next to the clay for those who don't want to get their hands dirty. Want to carve shapes into your little clay objects? There are plastic dinner knives sitting next to the gloves as well.
So come in, grab a seat and start moulding your clay! Class should begin shortly.
OOC: Please make sure you're familiar with Hirsch's rules as well as the SS site rules before posting. Class will continue in about 24 hours time (Saturday 1st October at roughly 11pm GMT+1/BST). Class has begun but you're more than welcome to jump in. Just pretend as though your charrie has been there the entire time. Hope you have fun! ^^ Please note that the plastic dinner knives can do ZERO HARM to anyone. No injuries please!
Oh! And please note that this is NOT your first DADA lesson of term, even if it's the first one being held by me this term.
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Azura walked into the Defense against the Dark arts classroom and she stopped as she saw someone else in there besides Professor Hirsch. She sent a hesitant wave to the other man before she smiled "Hello Professor Hirsch " She said with a warm grin as she looked behind them to see if there was anything written on the board..
There was..
She read it before turning and finding a seat near the front left of the room..
She settled down in her chair and stared to mold her clay with her hands..
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Kimi bounced into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and said "Hello Professor Hirsch" Kimi grabbed a seat at the front of class and started to mold his clay
Now Katerina was completely in her element on her way to the DADA classroom. YASS she was really for this, like every other DADA lesson.
The blonde headed into the classroom to see not one but two men standing in the front of the classroom. "Hello Professor Hirsch." She smiled as she passed them. Also giving the other man a hello and nod.
Turning to head to a seat she seen Az. ugh. She was not a fan of her, so no she was sitting there. See what happens when you mess with her friends? Yeah. She didn't care. Finally taking a seat she seen board and then the moulding clay. What was she going to do? Maybe she would group up with some others and bounce ideas off of them.
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Wondering what she would learn today during this lesson Leesha entered the classroom but stopped shortly while looking around her. One, the professor wasn't standing alone and second, why was there clay on the tables? Not that she had a problem with it, she liked it to be busy with her hands. Walking over toward the adult she smiled friendly. "Hello professor" and after that she walked back toward her usual seat and started to play with the clay on her table. 'what shall I make?' muttered the first year softly to herself, thinking about all sort of thinks like something simple like a flower but about something more complicated like a dog or a cat too.
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Junia LOVED defense classes because they made her feel powerful! Princesses could be just as fierce as knights in shining armor and while she still wanted a prince, it wasn't because she needed someone to take care of her! She could totally do that by herself and Hirsch would help her learn how! Speaking of, the second year gave the very handsome professor and his pretty companion a big, Botros smile. Hello Professor. Hi." A curtesy was given before the brunette hurried off to claim a seat in the front of the room.
After putting her gloves on, Junia picked up the clay and began to roll it around in her hand thoughtfully, wondering what clay could have to do with this class.
Jasper had hurried in, worried that he was late. Clearly, he wasn't, somehow managing to still arrive relatively early. This year was at least going well in that he was always getting to class on time!
"G'day Sir... uh... Professor Hirsch" he corrected himself, realising that he actually did know the Professor's name. But who was the person beside him? He tilted his head slightly to the side, though he didn't ask. Eye's roaming across the room, they suddenly stopped at a familiar face. Azura was already in class, which made him smile seeing his first friend again.
Briefly, he scanned the class to see if he knew anyone else who was here, but no one seemed familiar. The Hufflepuff girl in his year... Katherine? Katrina? It was something like that. All he knew was his seat at been next to her in Transfiguration.
With that in mind, he moved to Az, sitting beside her and throwing her a smile. "Hey Zura," he greeted before looking down at his own clay.
Something creative? Now this he could do... but what did he want to make? A niffler maybe?
Nope, a bowtruckle he decided a few seconds later, figuring he could make a life size one. This was going to be epic!
Azura walked into the Defense against the Dark arts classroom and she stopped as she saw someone else in there besides Professor Hirsch. She sent a hesitant wave to the other man before she smiled "Hello Professor Hirsch " She said with a warm grin as she looked behind them to see if there was anything written on the board..
There was..
She read it before turning and finding a seat near the front left of the room..
She settled down in her chair and stared to mold her clay with her hands..
Miranda arrived to defense against the Dark arts class a little early hoping to catch up with Brady or one of her friends before the lessen started. As she entered she saw the professor speaking with someone and she smiled a greeting, " Hello Professor Hirsch. You're looking well" And a nod to the other person.
As she scanned the few people to have already arrived she saw Az and gave her a little wave and smile. She really wasn't all that bad.. Even though there was all that other stuff that had gone on.. But she was not about to be mean just because others might expect her to be.
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Now Katerina was completely in her element on her way to the DADA classroom. YASS she was really for this, like every other DADA lesson.
The blonde headed into the classroom to see not one but two men standing in the front of the classroom. "Hello Professor Hirsch." She smiled as she passed them. Also giving the other man a hello and nod.
Turning to head to a seat she seen Az. ugh. She was not a fan of her, so no she was sitting there. See what happens when you mess with her friends? Yeah. She didn't care. Finally taking a seat she seen board and then the moulding clay. What was she going to do? Maybe she would group up with some others and bounce ideas off of them.
Just as she had walked by Azura Miranda spotted Brady's best friend Kat. Now she... Was a very fierce friend to have she could tell by the llok onher face as she looked at Azura... Like an arch nemesis or something.. This thought made Miranda giggle a little to herself...
Found a seat near Kat, but leaving room for someone she may have been waiting for.. She looked at the lump 'O clay in front of her and grabbed it and began to knead it until it was more pliable. All the while finding it strangely peculiar that they'd be playing with and shaping clay during this particular class.. But if Miranda learned nothing else last term it was that as messed up and uncoordinated the lesson seems in the begining the more it makes sense at the end...
As she tried making a dolphin shape grey lump she turned to Katerina and smiled, " Hey there... You're pretty fast at getting around the castle.. You know a few passages that I haven't found yet? "
Miranda really did hope she and her boyfriends best friend would be good friends too.. They hadn't ever spoke too much and never really for that long now that she thought about it...
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The blond entered the Defence classroom way earlier than he had ever shown up to a History of Magic class. In all of his years at Hogwarts, Defence was his favourite. Frankie was always glad to show up to this class for two reasons: he had every ambition of getting into the YATI program once he graduated, and Hershey was a pretty cool dude. In his opinion, the best professor in the entire school even.
"Sup, professor?" the Head Boy greeted the tattooed man, giving him one of his classic head nods. His eyes then shifted over to the Auror standing next to him. Angelo Toussaint received a head nod as well. He seemed like a pretty chill guy, but he sadly was no Alexa Cambridge. The boy was secretly a little bummed out that she wasn't standing there with them, but he supposed she had other matters to attend to.
Truth be told, Frankie had other matters as well. The blackboard behind the pair caught his attention, which he took as a cue to find a seat and wait for class to begin. With a swagger in his step, he plopped himself down in a chair and reached forward for a lump of clay. He left the gloves where they were. Gryffindors didn't need gloves. Pssh!
For a moment, he sat there randomly rolling and mushing the clay. The first thing that came to mind tickled his funny bone, though he decided to begin moulding Plan B: a kappa.
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First thing he noticed? The fact they had regular desks and chairs. Second thing? There was some guy standing up at the front with the Professor that his quill took an interest in. Third thing? There was clay on every desk and it looked like they would be pairing up even if only for a little.
So far, he didn't know what to make of the lesson, but like he'd told the Professor way back last term, he had no intention of skipping Defense Against the Dark Arts. If magic got introduced, he'd simply watch. No big deal. Perhaps this was something like Professor Ichihara's class with the clay and the spirits...except....maybe evil spirits they'd have to take care of after bringing into being?
Eh, he'd rather not think about it. All it did was make him want to leave.
"Hey Professor." Dude next to him got a nod before the boy slipped into a seat. What to do with the clay. Hmm. Nothing? Nothing sounded good.
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Very much present and with a most unhappy expression on his face, Daxton entered the classroom, without shoes or outer robes as he so often was, and dropped heavily (or as heavily as his slight frame would allow) into the seat at the desk nearest the door. It had taken a lot of effort to wake up and stay woken up today, let alone to force himself to class, and he had instantly started to question why he had bothered at all. Though... that was the case most days. School was seldom worth the energy it required, and, when he attended, Daxton almost always found himself walking out of his classes early anyway.
Noticing, but totally ignoring the sign on the board (just as he ignored the clay on his desk), Daxton set eyes on the two grown men stood up at the front of the classroom; Hirsch and Toussaint. Something about an extra adult in any class just struck Daxton as all too suspicious. His feelings on Hirsch had thawed slightly, but he was still far from trusting him. No doubt he was up to no good, bringing Toussaint along today. Why he had to bring Law Enforcement into this room was a complete mystery, and one that had Daxton's mood turning even more sour. He sunk down in his seat and glowered at Hirsch from where he sat, reflecting on how much he hated the man, and meanwhile conveniently forgetting that Defence Against the Dark Arts was now the only class he regularly attended by choice.
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Katy was NOT being cool and collected. Nope. 'Cause there was an ANGELO in her classroom, and while he was a bit too old to be her most favorite cousin, he WAS her cousin and he was here and she knew him and was so so so proud to be related to their special guest.
"ANGELO. HI. I'M IN THIS CLASS, D'YOU SEE?" She waved and then threw her arms around his middle and squeeeeezed. He was her favorite for the moment, at least, and she was HIS favorite until Char or Cal or whoever showed up.
Also. "Good day to you, Professor." She was very polite while still hugging the life out of her cousin.
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It had been a month, but Natalia was now back in classes. She walked slowly and quietly into the Defense room her eyes moving around as she adjusted to the surroundings. Her eyes falling on the stranger in the room.
Nope..
Why was there someone new? She hadn't ever done dueling club so she didn't know who that was and her anxiety raised a bit. Hurrying to the back of the room she found her seat and looked at the clay on the desk. Was this art time instead of defense time? For once Natalia wouldn't have minded. Defense just wasn't her best thing. Even if the professor had been helping her.
For now her eyes went to Katy who was hugging the stranger... well stranger must not be bad if Katy was hugging him.
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Defense against the Dark Arts.
The class that switched off between classroom and whatever type of room was needed for any particular lesson. As Cassie walked in for today’s lesson, she took note of the return of desks to the layout for now. Lecture class perhaps, the Ravenclaw making her way to a desk. Though the additional person, a ministry person at that, made things interesting and the third year quite curious. “Good day, Professor,” she greeted politely as she sat down. “Sir…” she added with a simple nod at the other man.
As for the clay on her desk, Cass started fiddling with it once her books and parchment were out for notes. It certainly was malleable, the girl absently pushing and pulling as she thought on what she should form it into.
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Juno walked in to the DADA classroom, and knew right away that the guy standing next to Professor Hirsch had to be a Toussaint, she just wasn't sure if said Toussaint was one of Nico's kids or one of his nephews. Nico Toussaint was one of her dad's best friends and she had been around his kids some, as well as his sister Cela's kids. That's how she knew Char. This all quickly raced through her brain as she entered the classroom. "Hello, Professor Hirsch and Mr. Toussaint," She replied with a wave. It was very formal but she knew she had to be proper. Besides...she couldn't remember for the life of her his first name, or if she even knew his first name in the first place.
Juno quickly found an empty seat, and pulled out everything she would need for today's lesson. She then noticed the clay and read the board. She started playing with it right away.
This would be interesting!
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Admittedly the first thing Tenacius noticed were the clay mounds. Because clay! So naturally he made a beeline for the desk and just started messing with them.
He manages to look up though and sees the board. Oh see they are supposed to do something with them. And oh look Professor Hirsch is there with another visitor. Not Senpai Cambridge though (mini heart breaking).
Waves hello to Professor Hirsch and his guest with that lump of clay in his hand....
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Bloom entered the classroom breathless . She had had some difficulties in finding it since the staircases went mad on her again . luckily the calss hasn't started yet.Her eyes roamed the room in an instant which was suffisant to note the ressemblence of it with muggles' classrooms. The teacher however seemed to be talking to another person therefore Bloom decided to skip the greetings for now and instead took a seat on the 2nd row, she then noticed the lump of clay, gloves and dinner knives that were on the table and instanctly lifted her head to the blackbord and read what was written This should be fine right ? i can just see how the others are doing it and then manage to mould a handi like those i saw on tv the other time...
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Needless to say, Olivia was PUMPED FOR DEFENSE. Not only was it her FAVORITE subject (OF ALL THE SUBJECTS, shh, don't tell anyone), it was the one class she truly excelled in. After failures involving the other subject matter (namely Transfiguration and Arithmancy), a little success went a long way. Well, for her, anyway. It was probably a different situation for others.
Bopping brightly into the classroom (which was looking very normal and standard), the blonde noted that Professor Hirsch was chilling at his desk with someone she kinda recognized. He had one of those faces, you know? One that made you feel like you should probably know who he was even if you truly didn't. Distinguished and important, was what her mum would've described it as.
Alas.
"Hello, Prince Erik!" No, no... Liv never called this man by his name. It just didn't suite him as well as her given pseudonym. Besides, everyone needed a little Disney in their lives. So, you know, get on that. You all could thank her later.
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Bloom entered the classroom breathless . She had had some difficulties in finding it since the staircases went mad on her again . luckily the calss hasn't started yet.Her eyes roamed the room in an instant which was suffisant to note the ressemblence of it with muggles' classrooms. The teacher however seemed to be talking to another person therefore Bloom decided to skip the greetings for now and instead took a seat on the 2nd row, she then noticed the lump of clay, gloves and dinner knives that were on the table and instanctly lifted her head to the blackbord and read what was written This should be fine right ? i can just see how the others are doing it and then manage to mould a handi like those i saw on tv the other time...
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Not thinking anything of it, the blonde parked herself right into the seat besides the small girl, her visage especially BRIGHT. "Hey, mind if I sit with you?" Not that Olivia was giving the poor girl much choice. She was already slipping on the extra set of gloves so she, too, could work with the clay. Anything creative, she was here for it.
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DADA was admittedly not necessarily Brooklyn’s favorite class, nor was it particularly one of her best subjects. However, she still found it interesting enough to actually take part in the subject. Activities, anyhow, usually proved more useful than ridiculous, although she’d admittedly given the lumps of clay on the desks as she had entered the classroom a speculative glance. It wasn’t an art class.
However, she had given Professor Hirsch her usual nod, adding another for the new comer standing near him before making her way to an open seat. “Good day Professor Hirsch. Mr. Toussaint.” The latter had been rather tacked on as an afterthought, but moreso because she’d had to use the information gleaned from Katy and the Hufflepuff prefect in order to give a proper greeting. Not by any disrespect. She didn’t disrespect anyone who could prove worth her time, and something told her he wasn’t the reason for the clay.
She still took said clay and started shaping it into a dragon, however. She wasn’t against adding to her collection.
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With passing marks in the subject, mostly because the seventh year DID have the upper hand when it came to defensive charms, the Hufflepuff nevertheless continued to be filled with borderline apprehensive dread as she entered the classroom. She had nothing against Professor Hirsch, in fact she found him to be an outstanding educator, it was just the required range of spells that got the young woman's wand in a twist. Not to mention the requirement to actually attack others and want to do so. Under proper circumstances, naturally, she could accomplish this. Push any honey badger too far and BOOM, explosions would happen, but it was rather difficult to push this particular badger that far in a classroom setting.
Although perhaps some changes that had been occurring within her since summer would finally come to fruition this term. This lesson? The latter was left to be seen.
"Good day, professor," she chirped nervously as she walked by, also offering their visitor - who some seemed familiar with - a polite smile before finding her seat...and clay? Blue eyes flying to the board and finally reading the instructions there, Paige couldn't help but feel even more apprehensive. Mold a creature or being? They weren't going to animate these and then battle...were they?
Thankfully for her, or perhaps unfortunately if this turned her against her pastime, her mind wandered to flowers and began with a small piece to roll out to make the stem and a couple more pieces to smash and spread out to make the leaves. She would...figure out what sort of flower to make later.
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Needless to say, Olivia was PUMPED FOR DEFENSE. Not only was it her FAVORITE subject (OF ALL THE SUBJECTS, shh, don't tell anyone), it was the one class she truly excelled in. After failures involving the other subject matter (namely Transfiguration and Arithmancy), a little success went a long way. Well, for her, anyway. It was probably a different situation for others.
Bopping brightly into the classroom (which was looking very normal and standard), the blonde noted that Professor Hirsch was chilling at his desk with someone she kinda recognized. He had one of those faces, you know? One that made you feel like you should probably know who he was even if you truly didn't. Distinguished and important, was what her mum would've described it as.
Alas.
"Hello, Prince Erik!" No, no... Liv never called this man by his name. It just didn't suite him as well as her given pseudonym. Besides, everyone needed a little Disney in their lives. So, you know, get on that. You all could thank her later.
Aww, LOOKIT the ickle Ravenclaw, being precious and such.
Not thinking anything of it, the blonde parked herself right into the seat besides the small girl, her visage especially BRIGHT. "Hey, mind if I sit with you?" Not that Olivia was giving the poor girl much choice. She was already slipping on the extra set of gloves so she, too, could work with the clay. Anything creative, she was here for it.
Bloom was in the middle of observing an elder girl moulding her clay nearby when a voice asking to sit next to her called her attention. She turned and saw a blonde, beautiful girl , a slythering , already taking seat next to her.
" Not at all " she replied with a faint smile. Blat! of all people an older slytherin with what seems to be a slytherin-like attitude had to sit next to me !
Trying to think of something else Bloom turned her attention to where it previously belonged only to find that her model overstepped her. just my luck ...
Desperately , she tried to find another model to follow , but her attention got caught by the very girl who caused her alarmed state. She had begun
working with clay , and seemed to be good at it , her hands moved with agility which made any observer think moulding clay was the easiest thing on the world.
Bloom's eyes widened and then a small smile showed on her face. she's very good indeed
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Bloom was in the middle of observing an elder girl moulding her clay nearby when a voice asking to sit next to her called her attention. She turned and saw a blonde, beautiful girl , a slythering , already taking seat next to her.
" Not at all " she replied with a faint smile. Blat! of all people an older slytherin with what seems to be a slytherin-like attitude had to sit next to me !
Trying to think of something else Bloom turned her attention to where it previously belonged only to find that her model overstepped her. just my luck ...
Desperately , she tried to find another model to follow , but her attention got caught by the very girl who caused her alarmed state. She had begun
working with clay , and seemed to be good at it , her hands moved with agility which made any observer think moulding clay was the easiest thing on the world.
Bloom's eyes widened and then a small smile showed on her face. she's very good indeed
Being Gryffindor was very hard work, you see. On the one hand, in regards to her clay, she wanted to try something super out of the box. SHE WAS DEFINITELY brave enough to push her own creative limits... But, well, Liv kinda didn't have the patience in the moment. This was DADA, after all. She was so excited about attending her favorite lesson, that she couldn't really focus on a concept.
Hmph.
This didn't stop of her from playing around with it, though, casually molding and remolding her lump several times. "Did you have an idea in mind?" Olivia kept smiling at the small girl brightly.
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Genny, who was fourteen and a month now, walked into the classroom in what she considered to be 'different' spirit. She was older and wiser and more control of her emotions.... minus the fit she had yesterday at the cat that kept sneaking into her bed. That didn't count. "Hi guys." She greeted the professor and the other guy standing next to him. They weren't THAT much older now that she was fourteen.
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The blond entered the Defence classroom way earlier than he had ever shown up to a History of Magic class. In all of his years at Hogwarts, Defence was his favourite. Frankie was always glad to show up to this class for two reasons: he had every ambition of getting into the YATI program once he graduated, and Hershey was a pretty cool dude. In his opinion, the best professor in the entire school even.
"Sup, professor?" the Head Boy greeted the tattooed man, giving him one of his classic head nods. His eyes then shifted over to the Auror standing next to him. Angelo Toussaint received a head nod as well. He seemed like a pretty chill guy, but he sadly was no Alexa Cambridge. The boy was secretly a little bummed out that she wasn't standing there with them, but he supposed she had other matters to attend to.
Truth be told, Frankie had other matters as well. The blackboard behind the pair caught his attention, which he took as a cue to find a seat and wait for class to begin. With a swagger in his step, he plopped himself down in a chair and reached forward for a lump of clay. He left the gloves where they were. Gryffindors didn't need gloves. Pssh!
For a moment, he sat there randomly rolling and mushing the clay. The first thing that came to mind tickled his funny bone, though he decided to begin moulding Plan B: a kappa.
Without much contemplation, Genny took the seat next to Frankie. "Nice horseshoe." She gave the clay in his hands a lopsided smile. She had no idea what this was supposed to be, but she sure wanted to be teamed up with Frankie in a DADA class with a new person observing the class (because that was what Angelo seemed to be doing).
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Katy was NOT being cool and collected. Nope. 'Cause there was an ANGELO in her classroom, and while he was a bit too old to be her most favorite cousin, he WAS her cousin and he was here and she knew him and was so so so proud to be related to their special guest.
"ANGELO. HI. I'M IN THIS CLASS, D'YOU SEE?" She waved and then threw her arms around his middle and squeeeeezed. He was her favorite for the moment, at least, and she was HIS favorite until Char or Cal or whoever showed up.
Also. "Good day to you, Professor." She was very polite while still hugging the life out of her cousin.
Genny ROLLED her eyes at Katy's obvious behaviour. Pft. "Nepotism." They should not have people related to students teach stuff. That would totally mess things up. Her DAD was the bestestest Auror in whole wide world AND he ruled the school once so they totally should've brought him instead.
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... also, totally not jealous, just a Gryffindor being objective over here. Yup. jealous is an understatement
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Rooney was in a fresh mind about DADA this year and about duelling, actually. He wanted to actually try his hand at it and stop letting his feelings affect his judgement and also to not make girls cry at any point. That was his main aim. Now, whether it was going to be a thing that happened or not..he had no idea. So he was fresh and ready for class, hair swept back and satchel heavy with textbooks to reference in debate. His first port of call was giving Miss Olivia a head cuddle and maybe a sneaky kiss of the cheek. That wouldn't make her cry, so he could do it! And it was sneaky enough that hopefully no one had seen it. "Love of my stage life.." But that was all he had for her. Fleeting attention, because he was entranced by what was happening at the front of the classroom.
His Head of House and.... oh. Helllllllooo. Who was thisssss? Rooney decided immediately that he was going to make this clay into some sort of model of this new friend of the class. Reason to bog. Reason to have a goooood old butchers at him.
And also look at Liv, because he'd strategically sat himself n the table behind her, the seat beside him vacant.
Being Gryffindor was very hard work, you see. On the one hand, in regards to her clay, she wanted to try something super out of the box. SHE WAS DEFINITELY brave enough to push her own creative limits... But, well, Liv kinda didn't have the patience in the moment. This was DADA, after all. She was so excited about attending her favorite lesson, that she couldn't really focus on a concept.
Hmph.
This didn't stop of her from playing around with it, though, casually molding and remolding her lump several times. "Did you have an idea in mind?" Olivia kept smiling at the small girl brightly.
Bloom was caught off guard, when the blonde girl addressed her again displaying an amused smile. And like what happens to her when she gets confused and embarassed she didn't know what to say. is she referring to the clay ?... or.. perhaps she just read my mind .. can wizards even do that ?i should've payed more attention
Ultimately Bloom went by the former guess hoping it was the right one and answered : " i was thinking about making a handi ,you know, it's a sort of indian cooking pot , simple and useful "
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