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Sorry max lolol Zoryn Spinnet made her way down to the Charms classroom in record speed. Perhaps it was because her legs were much longer and her body was much more aerodynamic. How was this possible, you may be wondering? Oh, because she wasn't Zoryn Spinnet today. She was Maxton Carden. Thank you, polyjuice! Max (aka Zoryn) walked into the classroom and looked around slightly nervously, passing their Professor because Maxton wasn't one for small talk and went to take a seat near the middle of the room like a true pro. Honestly, if being Maxton Carden was a job, Zoryn would've won a promotion on her first day. Settling down, Max took out a quill and scrawled out After putting UH. Yes, that is right. She did a full on DOUBLE TAKE at the sight of one (real) Maxton Carden (because she was going to give her best performance today, duh). IDENTITY THEFT IS NOT A JOKE, JIM!!!!!!!! |
Alessandro Toussaint was nearly blown back on his bum when he walked in the Charms classroom and the sticky, punishing heat wafted in his face. Merlin, the temperature was oppressive. This was the kind of heat that no doubt Aurors used to crack criminals. He needed glass of water. His throat was so dry. Al swallowed. He managed to smile politely at the professor when he walked in, but only barely. The heat was frying his brain. Still, he sat at his desk and did as he was bid. Even scribbling down his name and folding the parchment on his desk. Quote:
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Anna came in and immediately took a step back to be able to breathe. Merlin! Hello, heat! She was most definitely NOT expecting that. Wow. Bracing herself, she reentered the room and tried her best to keep an unaltered happy face on. That heat wasn't going to kill her, but she was sure that they'd be feeling terribly uncomfortable within 10 minutes, let alone for the entire lesson! Merlin! But she was eager to meet the funny new professor, so she did smile at the old lady when she went to take a seat. "Hi, professor!" She said, finally reading what was on the board and following the instructions after getting some parchment, quill and ink pot out of her bag. MERIWETHER |
Józef had to concentrate hard on not acting his usual hyper self on this day. Indeed, he'd had to stop and duck into an alcove to get over his laughing fit. Because the Slytherin Prefect definitely didn't do random outbursts of laughter. And today, Matthew, Józef Kowalski was Max Carden. And he was enjoying the extra height a lot. Even managed to convince a first year to lend him the right uniform, with some dodgy adjustments. He was in FULLL character and offered the Professor the slightest of looks before shuffling to a seat near the back. Then he scribbled away on his parchment, looking around surreptitiously to see how the other Max's had written their names. Because right now, he wasn't sure who was Max and who, well, wasn't. Coping the writing of the two other!Max's, Jó put his parchment tent up and then turned around to scowl in the direction of the people who were THE SAME PERSON AS HIM?!?!! |
sorry not sorry Faith Chosen was for once not verging on being late, but that was because she wasn't Faith Chosen today. She was taking the whole "new year, new me" to a whole different level this year. This year, her seventh year, when she really needed to be a whole new person to actually get grades on her NEWTs her parents wouldn't sign at. She needed to be Max Carden. So that's who she was today. She shuffled into class the way she'd practised with Zoryn, head ducked, back slouched as though she couldn't hide well enough inside her newly-expanded robes. She didn't even greet the professor beyond a little nod, because that's what Max Carden would do, and as rehearsed, took a seat next to a Max Carden. Because she was sure Max Carden would do that if he had the chance. She just hoped this was the right Max Carden (read: the Zoryn!Max) that she was with, but if it wasn't, well, this should still be fun. Probably. Also, was it hot in her or what? It was really too bad Max Carden didn't have enough hair to tie into a ponytail because some of it was sticking to She rubbed the back of her neck (because that seemed like something Max would do) and then glanced around as discreetly as she could, and noticed that they had name card tents. She had pretty terrible handwriting but she was sure it wouldn't be distinguishable from the Real Max by a new teacher, right? So she made herself a name tent, with her https://i.postimg.cc/Z56YscWv/mmm.png Then seeing two of the three other Maxes currently in class fixing each other with looks, she joined in the staring competition. Which Max was the real Max? The one next to her? Or the one across the room? DUN DUN DUN. |
Was this some sort of fever dream? It was definitely too hot, Gunnar knew that much. And he already needed to loosen his tie mere seconds after walking into the Charms classroom and giving a polite, acknowledging nod to the professor. But the next thing to catch his eye after he took his seat next to Alessandro was that there were two of his prefect looking at each other. No... not two... three...? Four??? "What is happening?" he questioned aloud, either to himself or the boy next to him or really anyone who could answer that. He wasn't completely sure. And that's what happened during fever dreams, right? You hallucinated? Wiping off the beads of sweat already starting to form across his brow, he finally tore his eyes away from the multiple Maxes to see the directions on the board. He supposed he could do that, and he printed his name largely before folding the parchment into a table tent. He might have wondered about the liquid on his desk if he wasn't so distracted. Quote:
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all Maxed out yet? Tessa Roberts was feeling nervous and EXCITED and NERVOUS....and excited for this class!!! Or....should she say....Max Carden was nervous and excited. ASDFGHJVCSD; Okay. Chill. She needed to chill. .....but look how TALL she was! This was weird. Ok, ok. She composed herself, which was really hard to do, believe her, and entered the classroom. She then gave the Professor the slightest of acknowledgements before scanning the classroom for a good place to s- OH, LOOK AT ALL THE MAXES. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh. Phew. Clearing her throat in what she hoped was a discreet, Max-like manner, she took a seat a couple of places in front of another Max. Tessa made eye contact with one of the Maxes and glanced down at their name tag. She could definitely replicate that. There. She was Max and she had a name tag to prove it. |
bravo everyone, bravo He'd been here what??? 5 minutes?? and it was sooooo warm and toasty, he was already feeling the need to snooze. He absolutely must've fallen asleep at some point, because what happened next couldn't POSSIBLY be real life. This was a dream, it had to be. Max watched in absolute shock horror as HE, YES HE, came slumping into class. Wow, so moody. Is that was he LOOKED like?????? And as if that wasn't enough, there was second Max. And then a third Max. And a FOURTH!?!? He was losing count. O_O What felt like forever ago, he'd once told Bel that if he could have ANY superpower, he'd choose the ability to clone himself but WHAT THE ACTUAL. WAS. GOING ON. The REAL Maxton Carden, spun in his seat, trying to scope out the reaction of his classmates. Was everyone else SEEING this?!?!?! Was he having some sort of out of body experience!?????!?!?!!? HAD THE HEAT KILLED HIM OFF LIKE IT HAD DONE THAT KNEAZLE??!? |
Um. Maxie had sort of expected Charms to be one of the quieter ones. Yeah. No. Maxie blinked, and blinked again, and then blinked once more for good measure but the image before him didn't change. There was... one, two, three... Four of that one guy. Actually, okay, he was getting ahead of himself. It wasn't very likely but identical quadruplets existed. Right? Maxie stared at the one to the left of him. Yeah, quadruplets. It made sense and that was a miracle in itself at this school. Um. Now that the young boy had rationalized thing he put his mind back on the very simple task Professor Dopple had given them.
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CHARMS! Vivian's favourite class, absolutely! The fourth year eagerly entered the classroom, feeling the warmth immediately in here. Phew. A tad warmer than the common room, but not to the point that it would be cumbersome for the her so she'd paid almost no mind to it. Looking towards the front she could see Professor Dopple waiting for everyone to arrive. She gave a polite wave as she made her way towards one of the desks near the front of the classroom, "Good morning Professor!" After getting settled her eyes glanced down at the blank name tag before quickly scribbling down her name on it. Time for class yet? Hm? Yes? |
sitting beside Vitaaaa also @ all the Maxes Natalie wasn't the best at Charms. Never had been. But she always tried. This term, though, this last term... had her nervous. She wanted to do well and she wanted to learn, but the professor was so OLD. She was old and wrinkly. Did being old affect your ability to preform magic? Because Natalie kind of thought it would... But then again, maybe that meant the old lady wouldn't know good magic from bad and she'd get an O on her NEWT... With thoughts of scamming her way through Charms, Natalie entered the classroom and felt the heat hit her like a brick wall. Merlin, it was hot! Shedding her coat, Natalie found a seat next to her friend Vita and sat down beside her. "Hi," she said with a grin towards the girl as she got her book out. Seeing her little name tent, Natalie looked up at the board and saw some instructions. Some very... illegible instructions. But seeing as though everyone else had done the same thing, Natalie got out a piece of paper and did the same. Placing the tent on her desk, Natalie was just about to say something to Vita when she saw Max pass by. Which wasn't an odd thing (though she was proud of him for coming to class), but she had sworn she had already seen him in the back of the class, so she did a double take... and another. And then looked at the Max over there... and then another Max over there... and another??? "What the..." |
One look at Professor Dopple at the start of term feast was enough to be absolutely clear that the older woman was a far cry from the man she was replacing. Septimus just hoped he didn’t miss Marchand too much in the dealing with the new year of classes. He was a tough act to follow. The fourth year tried to keep an open mind as he made his way down to the charms classroom in time for the first lesson, pausing to take in the scene he was greeted with. Streamers and a cat that didn’t look too well was what he made out as he moved again, this time to find a seat. “Good morning, Professor.” Seated, he took out his textbook and supplies before getting to work on the instructions on the board. A few strokes of his quill and folds of the paper and there was a name tag at the edge of his workspace claiming it and him as one Quote:
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Nettie was exhausted, and this HEAT was not helping. Why did the professor insist on having it so hot in here? Didn't you get COLDER as you go older? She always assumed so, since old people always had giant sweaters on. Honestly, this professor scared her. She was so little and so...ANCIENT. She looked like she was going to keel over at any moment. Kind of like that Kneazle on the desk. It wasn't until she sat down and got out her quill, scribbling her name... ...that she noticed something was OFF. Um, WHY were there so many Max Carden's in the room? Blink blink blink. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Nope, there were quite a few people who were apparently masquerading at the Slytherin Prefect today. Um...ok. What was the point of all this? |
Charms. Now Melody had a feeling she was not going to be learning any charms she could not do. She may have been a fifth year but she was pretty advanced in her magic. Her wand work was one of her best talents too. Every day charms were not her favourite though. But she was at school, and that meant she had to at least come to some of the lessons. She would at least try one, and then if she didn't like it she wouldn't come back. And that was why Melody was making her way up to the charms class room. Hopefully none of her class mates would be too annoying. Because she already hated most of them. It appeared that she had thought too soon. Because she moment she walked into the room.... she nearly walked back out. Why were there so many of that one kid. She was sure that there were not quintuplets at the school. "Idiots" She muttered, rolling her eyes. What was going on here. She took a deep breath, and then found herself a seat. Really. This school was really one thing after another. She shook her head, and wrote her name onto the parchment, before making it into a little tent. There. Hopefully the lesson would go on soon. She couldn't deal with being here longer than she had to be. Especially when her fellow peers were such idiots. |
So, this was going to be a normal class, right? Nothing was going to be weird or different or...... uh, anything, right? WRONG. Lucas jogged the last few paces into the class, a little later than normal but hey, he made it! He let out a small sigh of relief as he headed into the room and saw that there was no teaching going on, no stares at him Yeah, he was..... starting to feel uncomfortable. Maybe he should go and sit- ......... ........ UH.......... Lucas blinked. Multiple times. Lots of blinking as he looked at the...... five? clones. Yeah, five. There were FIVE versions of that one Slytherin Prefect. Confused? You bet he was. He walked over to a desk, a little slower than he would've as he took a proper look at all the same faces. Was this some kind of prank for the new Professor? Or were they all part of a secret fan club and, uh, this was their way of showing it? Dressing up like their idol?? Lucas didn't know and, as he reached the desk, he realised that maybe, he shouldn't ask. Instead, he sat down and started writing his name as big as he could make it: There. Folding it in half, he set the little tent down on the desk before looking around at the classroom at anywhere but the five Prefects or the dead kneazle at the front. Which, uh, turned out to be difficult but he tried. His eyes found the cup on his desk and the streamers up on the ceiling and..... ....... was it him or was it hot in here? Like, really hot. This time, it had nothing to do with how he was feeling. It was hot in here. Odd. |
Patrick began writing his name after he had greeted the professor. He was watching as everyone had some really nice hand writing for their name. He was really hoping that his wouldn't look like a bunch of chicken scratch since he usually had that problem. Popping the paper tent on the end of his desk he looked up. Holy smokes there were what four Max's in the classroom. How was he supposed to know which Max was the real Max? What was going on this term, first the love potion, which thankfully hadn't made him too wild, but now polyjuice? He kept glancing at each Max wondering which one he should really be looking at. |
.........It was the heat of the moment.... Literally. As soon as the Hufflepuff had flung himself into the Charms classroom, it felt like stepping into a sauna. Not completely unpleasant, but unexpected. So much so that it took his breath away at first. Before giving introductions and "hellos", he quickly stepped out, sucking in a few fresh, crisp lungfuls of air. His body temperature always ran hotter than what was probably normal. So, he wouldn't be staying in his robe this entire class. Whew. Okay. "Hello, hello!" He was here! Ready to learn something................ Huh. Aaron blinked a few times, slowly. There were many Maxs in class today... One of these things was not like the others. If he were to copy anyone, he'd put Abey's name on his parchment... As he parked himself in a seat (next to Ronan, hey Ronan!), he went about shedding his school robe, and digging out some parchment. Maybe next time! He would've added a little bee in the corner, but turns out, Aaron Botros wasn't an artist. Not like his cousin. |
Juuuuust reacting to the Max clones >.> Nat. She had a Nat! She very much liked having one of those, did the brunette know? The older Slytherin received a grin from V in greeting, but that was all. She might start sweating if she'd done anything more enthusiastic with how hot this room was and that would be too embarrassing. "Hm?" Following the prefect's gaze, Vita glanced around and...saw what her friend was so confused about. There was Max...and another one...and another. ... "Do you think this is part of the lesson?" |
. . . . . Dorian had to stop at the entrance and closed his eyes tightly for a couple of seconds before opening them again. Nope...still there...the multiple Max Carden's were still there... The Ravenclaw didn't even greet anyone , not even the new professor as he walked in the classroom while his eyes kept staring at the Max's While he was staring, he accidentally banged his knee against one of the tables and winced in pain as he decided to use that desk to sit down. Since that had hurt that meant that he was definitely not dreaming. Merlin's Beard what if he was dreaming about multiple Max Carden's right now?! The thought alone made him shiver and he quickly tried pinching his arm to see if it hurt. |
You know who DIDN'T notice the multiple Max's? .... .... Max's girlfriend. Right here. Just chillin' enjoying the warmth of the room, not particularly paying attention to anything other than her name-tag tent and the origami (fireless) campfire in front of it. ALL the classrooms should be this warm and comfortable, the Australian thought. Life was just BETTER when you weren't freezing ya toes off. |
Charms. One of Derf's favorite lessons even with the set backs that practical application tended to have. He was finally starting to figure out the connection between himself and his fwooper core, so magic in general had been improving for the Hufflepuff. So it was, feeling light on his feet for once, that the seventh year entered the Charms classroom....only to freeze in the doorway and just STARE. Forget the professor. Forget the kneazle of questionable longevity. Forget the welcoming warmth. All Derf saw was a plethora of Maxton Cardens and one of them looking absolutely shocked and, perhaps, even a little in horror. So Maxton, the real Maxton, did not know...meaning there had been no consent to change into him. His brain wanted, desperately, to write this off as some advanced transfigurations...but he knew better. This was Polyjuice Potion and Derfael Mitchell Ashburry-Hawthorne was not here for it. Being tied up by Levi Kenning in the library to have a chit chat after polyjuicing into him as a third year had left QUITE the impression on Derf. He had learned some very important lessons then, namely to think about and be prepared to take ownership of the consequences of your actions. And then last term, learning that he had been LIVING (literally) with professors who had polyjuiced into unknown teenagers for months and everything that came with this...no one could blame him for being sensitive to this. No one. Taking a VERY tentative step into the classroom, Derf found one TINY glimmer of hope in this storm brewing inside his chest. "Will we be working on the more advanced used of Revelio today, professor?" he inquired, loudly. His tone on edge and a bit dangerous sounding. Because he was ready to use that charm on the Maxton that was looking the most pleased with itself. |
Skyler walked inside quietly and stood at her desk chair. She gave the professor a respectful nod not sure if she was allowed to talk even if anyone else was. Call her stuck up if you want but she was honestly scared. She glanced at the instructions on the board and wrote her name and folded it into a tent. She glanced at everyone. Really?? Skyler Queen |
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Finally getting her name tag to stay up on top of her desk, Harri turned to her side at the person who spoke, her brows furrowed deeply. What kind of name was Henrietta? "No. My name is Harri, short for Harriette." And ...wait, another Max. Prefect Max, from Slytherin house. Huh. They looked...the same. A twin? ..............Another one though? TRIPLETS? *whaaaaaa* And yet another one? What...was...going...on? Quadruplets? Um. Harri blinked. And blinked again. And then looked around at all the Maxes with a veeeeery confused expression. Can't a first year get some normal class around here? Or was this part of the lesson? Professor? Anyone? Mister snogger Prefect? ...Huh? Revelio? |
silent reaction to the Maxes in here too ;) She hadn’t expected it to be, but it was proving difficult for Stasya to adjust to the fact she wasn’t going to step into the Charms classroom to find Professor Marchand there. While she was rather ecstatic that the new Gryffindor head of house was Professor Wayland, she missed the former Charms professor, who had sort of taken Professor Hirsch’s place as the professor she could talk to about stuff. Not that she had anything against the new Charms professor. The woman almost reminded her of her grandmother, although not exactly. She was grandmotherly, anyhow. The other thing that she hadn’t expected as she’d arrived was to find the Charms classroom resembling the sauna her grandparents back in Iceland had near their house, minus all the wood paneling. It was positively toasty in the classroom. The other comparison that had flickered through her mind was the thought that maybe this was what it was like for the cookies she made whenever she had free time when they were in the ovens to bake. Either way, it was a crystal clear difference from the temperature out in the corridor, and she tried to figure out how to adjust to the change. Taking her robe off seemed like a god idea, but for now she decided to just see if she adjusted to the heat without shedding uniform layers. At least she hadn’t put her sweater on yet. The presence of nearly half a dozen versions of the male Slytherin prefect had definitely caught her attention, too, but she kept her reaction to a bit of a double-take instead of saying anything aside from her usual greeting to the professors. Now that they weren’t dealing with those from last term who didn’t think a greeting was respectful. “Good day, Professor Dopple,” she said with a smile, taking her seat at an open desk and eyeing the cup before clearly writing her name on the paper. https://i.postimg.cc/PJrj3c6f/oldersignature.png Once she’d finished writing, she folded the paper and stood it up as the instructions requested. Hopefully she’d written clear enough. |
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