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CoMC Lesson 1: The Cockatrice
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Ash walked to class worriedly. What was this maze? It wasn't a death trap, was it? Ash didn't trust anyone but her friends, actually. She learned that the hard way. You couldn't trust your family, you couldn't trust the school, and you definitely couldn't trust the government. Looking extremely sleep-deprived and upset, she stood beside the professor. "Not trying to kill us are you professor?" It was only half a joke. There were people at this school who probably did want her dead. She didn't say good morning. It was never a good morning. |
Claudine stared and stared at the latest change to the surroundings. Her brows furrowed as she was not pleased with said change. The hedges seemed to go on endlessly and just plainly disrupted the comfort the usual setting brought to her. Hmph. Still... there was a curiosity about her about what may be among the thick, leafy hedges. “Hi, Professor,’’ the fifth year greeted brightly. Williamson and CoMC always cheered her up. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for us today.’’ |
Aboli felt solace in the fact that Professor W was still here, alive and kicking. She arrived pretty early to the lesson, her hands shoved in her robe pockets as she nodded to the younger girl, Ash, whom Aboli had spoken to on a few occasions last term. She also gave a nod to Claudine. Glum was what Aboli wore in her heart, lately, but to keep herself manageable she wore a blank stare most of the time. "Morning, Professor," she said in an emotionless voice. Eventually this would all be normalized, right, and then she could begin to survive better. Once bad situations were normalized, people could survive more readily. She just needed to get to that point, see past the numbness, and do what she needed to do to keep herself and her loved ones all right. What a ride Hogwarts had been. Aboli thought she would wish her final year to go slowly, but now....well.... |
Seventh year was supposed to be awful anyway, wasn't it? The boy had supposed so. He had remembered seeing a few seventh years looking upset or bothered by exams or life in general. On the train prior to arriving, he had been quite chipper. Yet his emotions were turning out to be quite..... interesting with peaks and valleys like a rollercoaster track. Yep, the feast had been.... scary. He joined the group of students, offering Professor W a weak smile before sidling up to Aboli. He gave the other students a small nod before turning his gaze before the maze. Oh how he missed the kneazle lesson now. "Hey," he said before trying to flash her an upbeat smile despite not really feeling so hot. He leaned over to the Slytherin and offered a jest. "Maybe there's a portkey inside that will wiz us away? |
Avalon had never been so happy to see Professor Williamson. He was a reminder of some degree of normalcy, and that comforted her. At first, she had been incredibly worried that all of the professors were polyjuiced like Trent. But she reminded herself that they probably would have revealed themselves by now, so she was fairly confident that Williamson was the real Williamson. She greeted him with an exasperated smile as she approached the hedges, unable to muster her usual energy in light of current circumstances. "Hello, professor." A maze? It sounded like a fun challenge, though a part of her wondered what horrid surprise would be waiting for them inside. Perhaps some awful new member of the alliance. |
Delilah quietly made her way from the castle and down to where her next class was to be held. She was usually happier and more excited about new adventures than this. She still felt so alone, so small, and so helpless here, though. She wanted to go back to the orphanage, something she never thought she'd hear herself say. If she didn't feel super small before (which she had), she would definitely feel super small now next to the rows and rows of hedges. Most of them more than doubled her height. It made her feel a little better to lower her gaze and look at her professor. Although taller than her, he definitely wasn't as tall as the hedges. "Hello, Professor," she said. Was he really the professor? Or was his face going to melt away, too? She grew wide-eyed when the hedge beside her gave a little shake, and she instinctively moved away from it. They could call her a Gryffindor all they wanted, but this school scared her. It was official. She trusted no one. |
Kale was pretty much operating at a quarter-Kale capacity. There was no fancy dance in his step or a smile to be seen. He had been pretty much eaten alive by worry and sadness. For obvious Trent reasons. But he still managed to wander down to Williamson’s class. Cuz he was cool. And a lil bit of normalcy sounded nice. Still. He didn’t have the heart to say hello. He just kinda lifted his hand in greeting and joined the growing crowd. |
Quinn walked up to the... class? Quinn wasn't sure that it could be classified as such, unless they had to get to find the chalkboard in the maze, too. When the hedges rustled, he decided that that wouldn't be the case—and that he wouldn't be setting foot inside the maze. Quinn was a tad perkier than he had been previously—still not quite to the title of "happy," but less numb, at least. "Hello, Professor." He examined the hedges, still wondering what was inside, but altogether not so eager to find out. |
Adam was looking forward to Care of Magical Creatures because...well, it wasn't taught by that lunatic Rosier. He was hoping that whatever they were studying would put his mind at ease for a few moments and distract him from the lingering soreness he felt from his attack at the feast. "Hey Professor Williamson," he said with a soft smile, trying to put on a brave face for the professor. So far, everyone seemed to be on the side of the students - well, ok, he didn't know about those NEW ones. There were a LOT of them this term too. He was keeping an eye on them...but Williamson was cool. |
Mentions Avalon and Ashley Confusion was clearly the dominating factor on Ingrid’s faces she headed through the grounds towards where she thought the Care of Magical Creatures lesson was taking place but it seemed that someone else clearly had a different idea. Instead of their usual learning space, there was a ginormous 10-foot hedge in the way blocking all but the sun light! Luckily for her, she could see Professor Williamson standing in front of the hedge and without another moment, headed straight towards him with a smile that was surprisingly large considering how the year had started. “Good morning Professor. What’s with the large hedge? Don’t tell me you’re going to make us climb it?”, she joked, her voice full of humour as she flashed a smile at him and headed straight over to the other students. It seemed that even the school being taken over by dark wizards couldn’t dampen her love for Care of Magical Creatures. Tying her long black hair back in a high ponytail, Ingrid settled near one of the older Ravenclaw student’s (Avalon) because she still wasn’t sure she could deal with the pessimistic drawling’s of Ashley, and waited for the lesson to begin. |
:'3 Curtis arrived at the lesson, gazing lazily at the sight of the tall hedges. A maze.. This might be fun. Would they get to be chased by creatures to the exit? Maybe someone would get trapped and require rescuing by someone that isn't him? "Hello Professor," Curtis greeted, before walking over with the others standing. The hedges even gave a little shake. Now he was wondering what the triple W had planned for them. |
Moose followed some of his classmates down to the usual location for where Care of Magical Creatures was located. He stopped a moment to tilt his head back and see just how tall the hedges here went up? They had to be 2 no maybe 3 times his height? It was a Maze for sure. Great a lesson he can get educationally and physically lost in. He looked back down and over toward the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, and was about to say the typical hellos until he saw some rustling in the hedges themselves. "great." Moose muttered to himself just knowing this class wouldn't go well for him either. choosing not to say anything toward Professor Williamson. Moose took one of the shipping crates for himself and sat down. |
At least Professor Jawline was still here and looking like his cranky, glorious self, but it really made a girl question her appreciation of a professor if he just rolled over and let a bunch of Troll-men take over the school. Phoebe gave the professor a half-hearted wave and ponytail flip as she eyed the hedges. Not ominous at all, Jawline. "Professor. Hope your long term plans include keeping everyone alive this term." |
mentions Kale There was curiosity as to how lessons were going to go every term at the beginning, and there was this term. So far, Gracelyn had begun compiling a list in her head of professors she thought were trustworthy. It wasn’t a long list yet, but certain professors were getting the benefit of the doubt due to having been hired pre-not!headmaster. Plus, there were the subtle reactions she had noticed once she’d paid attention to the staff table back at the start-of-term feast. But still, she was reserving judgment on other professors (not the not!headmaster because he was automatically on her not to be trusted list). Professor Williamson was on the good list, though, and she’d given him a small smile as she had arrived for the CoMC lesson. “Hello Professor Williamson,” she added, choosing a spot by Kale out of solidarity. Only then did she transfer her attention to the hedge maze and the rustling within. As far as she could guess, he wasn’t going to risk their lives, at least. Hopefully. |
Kinsay dragged her feet all the way to creatures class. Everything was terrible and yet Mr. Williamson looked none the wiser. Had he been paying ANY attention at the feast? Where was his panic? Where was the sense of impending doom? Where was the ESCAPE STRATEGY? He looked even more wrinkly now. Complying with neo-alliances must do that to a person. ”Can we hide in the maze forever? It was an honest question. And a test. To see if Mr. Williamson REALLY cared about them at all. Only then did Kiz search the area for Emm and because the BEST FRIEND was not yet present, she went and stood by Moose instead. ”Hi,” was all she said, lest Professor Williamson call her incessant too. |
*strums a chord* this one's for u, ariana Long time, no troll. Nem had almost missed Professor Weasley. Oh wait, no. That had only been a touch of indigestion. Never mind. The creatures though? Sure, Nem was ready to see them. Walter White was okay too. "Hello, Professor William's son." Did he catch that? He wasn't supposed to. Or maybe it was. Hard to tell with this kid. Huh. William, William's son. Where had Nem heard that before? Standing by, Nemesis briefly studied the boxes, then the maze, then turned their attention to quietly inspecting their nails. |
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Mamie always liked getting out of the castle, and she especially liked it now that the castle had been invaded by mean, scary people. She peered upward as she approached the big hedges that were where the magical creatures class area usually was. Huh. Maybe they were learning about a creature that liked to hide today. Hiding was fine. "Hello, professor," she said as she made her way to stand by a Ravenclaw (Quinn) she didn't know yet, probably a first year. "Hi," she said to them. |
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Just the fact that he got to get out of the castle for this lesson was enough to slightly cheer him up. Minjae followed behind a couple of other students as he walked down the path towards class, his hands holding on to his backpack as he went down. Once he arrived, the Hufflepuff took a mental note of his surroundings, especially the bushes and as he walked behind Nemesis to greet the professor as well he caught what the slytherin was saying. He got the name joke immediately. Having been on edge this whole time, Minjae couldn't help but let out a snort because apparently that was funny to him now even though he knew it normally wouldn't. "Hello professor, im glad to be out of the castle for a while" he greeted. |
Valentina made her way down to the grounds, REALLY glad to get out of the castle for some much needed fresh air and also trying not to think about all the scary things that have happened. Her long blonde hair neatly braided in a plait, she curiously eyed the thick hedges - wait WAIT were the hedges shaking?? Was there something scary inside?? She quickly walked over to where the rest of the students were, smiling brightly at her favourite Professor. “Hello, sir!!” |
Besides Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures was a lesson that Atlas found a warm comfort in. Having little to do with the subject itself and all to do with the man who taught it, so his anxious and twitchy budding Gryffindor heart elated when he approached the area and saw him. Even more relief when he heard the man...though there was also a subconscious fear that this man was not THE actual Professor Williamson but someone else in polyjuice form. With the things he saw during the feast and the things he had heard...could you really blame the kid? He really needed to work out a coded language with him and Auntie June. But first he needed to test the man to make sure that he, Atlas, could confirm that this man WAS the man he hoped he was. Only problem was that anything Atlas could think of was all information that the Neo-Alliance could easy discover on their own by means of simple research. Except...maybe one thing. When his mum had helped him writing the letter to him asking special permission for his pet...there hadn't been a name mention. Not even when he had hugged the man at the dock to say thank you had he mentioned a name. So...maybe...MAYBE this was his chance? It was all he could think of and with the thought in place...he was stuck. "Hello, Professor Williamson," he greeted cautiously while obviously looking the man up and down for signs of deception. "Araneus and myself are really glad to see you here at Hogwarts." He paused, more looking up and down, and then decided to add one more detail to see if it made the man squirm or not. If he squirmed...that was a good sign. "Auntie Jade also told us to make sure to tell you she says hello to you and April." Which...wasn't true...but it was all for the potential squirm. SO. Was this man the real Professor Williamson or foe? In case it was not apparent, Atlas would not make for a very good double agent or undercover spy. |
Bella followed the other students down to what she assumed was the usual meeting spot for CoMC lessons. She curiously peered around at the sight of the very tall hedges around as she stood with the other students. Was it a maze? When the hedges shook, she wondered if it was a play of the wind or maybe the work of a creature. "Hello Professor Williamson!" Bella greeted her professor with a plastered on sunny smile. The events of the night before had frightened the young dark haired snakette. She was glad that Claudine and Curtis we’re there. Bella hoped Cornelia and Delaney would show up soon as well as Apollo. |
Cecelia felt tired. The kind of tired that makes its way right into your bones and makes doing anything seem impossible. She suspected it was from all the crying she’d been doing in private moments. Also from the fear she was feeling, but trying to hide. Hiding feelings was exhausting. The actual lack of sleep didn’t help, either. Honestly, it was a miracle she was attending class at all. She made her way quietly towards the entrance of the maze, briefly glancing at Professor Williamson. He’d have to forgive her for the lack of a smile today. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to be Cecelia Sunshine when she felt this awful. |
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