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Charms Lesson 2-The Graffiti Charm Quote:
Neva didn't have a green thumb, but she fancied herself a plant appreciator. At least, she had up until recently. Her classroom, once a sanctuary for spell casting, was now looking more like a scene out of the secret garden. Large vines twist their way along the floor, some working their way up the walls. And while the vine look was a pleasant enough aesthetic, it didn't exactly lend itself well to a space for practicing Charms. Distractions and tripping hazards never would. The Charms professor stood with her hands on her hips, frowning at a vine that had worked its way right under her desk, causing it to tilt awkwardly. She'd just taken care of this matter the morning before and yet...well, to say she was frustrated would be putting things mildly. Best to tread lightly and find your seat as the board has instructed. Professor P is already in a mood and class will be starting shortly. Class has ENDED! Thanks for coming! Class Progression: -First Questions -Second Question -Spell Reveal and Practice Instructions -Main Activity -That's a wrap! |
Ash was feeling alright today. Or at least, she was until she had gotten her foot tangled in a vine(NOT EVEN IN THIS CLASS) and twisted her ankle. These vines were very pretty. They were also testing her patience and tolerance for plants. She winced slightly as she made her way to her desk, but didn't complain about her foot because, well... she'd been through worse. "Hey professor." Peralta looked upset, so Ash refrained from commenting about her apparent decision to be a substitute herbology teacher. But she definitely smirked a bit to herself, because it was a hilarious thought that she was bursting to share. Ash held her tongue. |
Claudine didn’t like this whole episode of these vines popping up all around. They were a nuisance to her, especially in the common room. It came as no surprise they had turned up in the Charms classroom. The Snakette weaved her way, stepping over the greenery and flowers. “Hi, professor.” But one look at the woman’s face was enough to tell her that Peralta wasn’t in the chatting mood. Didn’t Peralta want help to clean this up though? It would seem she didn’t, given the note on the board. Claudine shrugged and carefully continued to maneuver her way to a seat next to a particular Ravenclaw. "Hey, Ash. Darn inconveniencing these vines are, aren't they?" |
..... these vines really were starting to become unreasonable, weren't they? Still pretty, sure, but they were everywhere and Hogwarts was starting to feel more like Sleeping Beauty's castle than well... Hogwarts. Evan carefully stepped over a few, trying to avoid tripping and any injury - though it was handy this was the Healer's class - while offering a greeting. "Hello, Professor Peralta." He located himself a spot to sit, pulling his book and paper out in order to take notes. Maybe they'd learn something handy today in order to remove the vines? |
Kins really didn't mind the vines. They were a good excuse to stay distracted - she didn't like to practice magic in class anyway. She could tell they were getting on other peoples' nerves though, which was a shame. Especially because of how pretty they were. She walked into the room quietly and offered Professor Peralta a small, reserved smile. But it wasn't uncharacteristic of her. Not lately, anyway. This was Kinsay 2.0. New and improved and not incessant in any way. "Hi, Professor," but she didn't want to stand up front for too long, so she quickly made her way towards a desk somewhere in the middle of the room. The middle was the safest. The middle was unassuming and didn't draw attention and made it easier to daydream and blend in and just exist. |
Pocketing his latest Quidditch tactics sheet into his pocket, Noah quickened his pace as he approached the Charms classroom, adjusting his book bag as he did so. So far, the day was going smoothly-- partly because he was only taking just a handful of subjects now for his NEWT levels, but because Hogwarts had been uneventful, as of late. Vines? That was normal, right? Perhaps it was just a rogue plant that was misplaced, and considering that said plant was magical, it could well thrive without human supervision. All in all, the day was as normal as--. The Gryffindor stopped dead in his tracks, looking around the classroom. To be honest, he thought Professor Peralta was the kind of person who'd take in plants as her children. You know, like a plant parent. But the assumption was quickly disregarded as Noah saw the Charms professor wasn't having any of the vines' mischief today. "Hello, professor." the Gryffindor greeted the woman with a tinge of uncertainty in his voice as he continued to look around the classroom."Hey guys," a 'sup nod was given to his classmates who were already there, as he took his usual seat at the back. |
Vines everywhere!! Valentina entered the class with a frown on her face, trying to walk as carefully as possible - didn't want to trip and fall, embarrassing herself in the process. "Hello, professor!!" She greeted as cheerfully as possible, heading towards a seat somewhere near the front as per usual - but then decided to sit next to Kinsay because friend!! She sat down, giving her friend a little smile. |
Okay, look. Scarlett was a plant person for SURE, but this vine shenanigan was starting to annoy her. And that was saying SOMETHING because it took a LOT to annoy one Scarlettt Mordaunt. Huff was her reaction when she walked into the Charms classroom and saw it covered in the pesky plant. WHAT a nuisance, MERLIN. Not bothering about being careful with the vine, the Hufflepuff stomped her way through it - stomping ON it most of her way to a seat, rather, because take THAT, annoying plant. HUFF. She took a seat with an annoyed pout and frown. Annnoooyyyeeeedddd she was. Could you tell? |
Darius who was in his head neglected to notice the vine, nearly tripping over with his long legs before catching himself upon entry. Shaking his head, he continued on with the greeting, "Hello Professor." Nodding before moving to take a seat somewhere. Darius felt like sitting in the back for now, so he parked it near a Gryffindor (Noah), giving them a sup nod before staring ahead. |
Heath had to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he entered the charms classroom. Again with the vines? Look, he liked plants as much as the next person, but this was a bit much! It seemed the vines were popping up more frequently and in stranger places lately. He just hoped they wouldn't randomly spring to life and start eating people, like the plant in a certain musical he knew. Then again, this was Hogwarts. Weirder things had happened! Cautiously stepping over the vines, he made his way farther into the room. "Hello, Professor Peralta," he greeted, giving the woman a polite nod of acknowledgment. He took a seat next to Claudine and Ash and neatly arranged his supplies on the desk in front of him. "Hi," he said, smiling slightly at each girl in turn.* |
SPOILER!!: Individual Replies After erasing the board with a flourish of her wand, Neva turned towards the students and sighed. "While the vines are an annoyance, I ask that we try our best to work around them today while we learn a new spell." They could handle that, yes? "So putting them out of our minds, let's get started." She rolled her neck and centered herself and then she wrote the word 'Graffiti' on the board. "We've been focusing on art this term and how charms can be an art medium used by us to create different types of artwork. Today, we're going to focus our efforts on Graffiti. So, what do you know about Graffiti? Where is it typically found? How is it typically made?" She looked around the room and then perched on her desk, waiting for the answers to roll in. |
It was one of her habits to watch the other students pile into the classrooms. For this lesson it was no different. That was why she was able to note Noah’s nod and she sent him an inclination of her head in response. For a moment she tuned out everyone around her as her thoughts got creative: would the vines come alive and try to strangle them? Who knew? Claudine came back around as Heath joined her and Ashley. “Hi, you. Vines didn’t get the best of you then.” It came as no surprise that Peralta addressed the vine situation first. How it was that they would work around said vines though, was a mystery to the Snakette. The darn things were right there. And there. And everywhere. Anyway. Today’s topic made her perk up. Graffiti was indeed art. Claudine’s hand went up. “Graffiti is drawings… or even words… which have been etched in a public space or surface.” Of course she could delve into how it was made and with what but there were others who could volunteer those, right? |
Phoebe nudged the nearest vine with her toe and made faces at it. Go a-WAY, okay? Tripping hazard! Her attention was snagged by the professor, and Phoebe's hand shot in the air. "Uh. Graffiti is often considered criminal, since people typically don't ask permission before creating their art on a surface that belongs to someone else. But it's... a very cool art from." |
...Graffiti? Professor Peralta's lessons this term were genuinely the best. He didn't think she could top the last tattoo lesson, but graffiti was a very strong start. He'd raised his hand, planning on mentioning the fact it was illegal, but the seventh year Gryffindor covered that so instead when it was his turn to speak, he offered more about the process. "Graffiti can be found.. pretty much anywhere. It's usually created with spray paint, and it can be down free hand or some artists actually create their own stencils to mass produce." |
Though magic was a weak point all together, Kinsay was really enjoying their Charms lessons this year. She didn't always practice the spells in class, but she always made a point to practice them afterwards on her own. Especially the art ones. And before anyone made any sort of accusations about biases and favoritism, Professor P was already Kinsay's favorite professor way before they started to have lessons about charms as an art medium. So. The favoritism was pre-established, which, in turn, made it okay! Keeping her head down on her desk, Kins only turned to return Val's smile with a small one of her own, but otherwise kept her gaze centered towards the front of the room and waited quietly for class to begin. Graffiti? As much as Kins was trying not to be too excitable, she still perked up. But to keep herself from looking too eager, she waited for a couple others to share their answers first before slowly raising her own hand. Casually. And NOT like she was bursting at the seams with things she wanted to say. Never again. That was old Kinsay. "Lots of people just think of one thing when they think of Graffiti, but there's actually lots of different styles like there is with other kinds of art." She paused thoughtfully, tilting her head. "I like graffiti, it's good for making statements because it's accessible to everyone - you don't have to go to a fancy museum to see it." But she liked fancy museum art too, to be fair. She also had a question to ask. But. She opted not to ask it. |
Just before the lesson started, Noah returned Claudine's gesture with a grin, and another 'sup nod towards his U17 teammate Darius. That's right, the cool kids parked at the back where everything could be seen...or taken hostage first by the vines, should it decide to launch an attack from the walls. The Gryffindor also took note of his sister, Scarlett, as she went on to trample on the vines. For someone who loved Herbology, perhaps he ought to revisit the magnanimity of the situation. It took a lot for Scarlett to be mad, and Noah was certain that things just may be getting out of hand. It wasn't convenient that he no longer took Herbology for his NEWT levels, so he was pretty much missing out on the happenings back at the school grounds. Except for the training area, pitch, and boathouse, of course. Now, what about Graffiti? Noah nodded as he agreed with Kinsay's answer, raising his hand to offer his answer. "To me, Graffiti is a misunderstood art form as it is a form of vandalism. It does get a bad reputation, because the majority of these expressions are vulgar. Like what Kinsay said, it's to make a statement, but not all statements are bad, in my opinion." which makes Graffiti an art form, nonetheless. |
As LONG as the vine didn't continue to grow while she was SITTING THERE, Scarlett would ignore it for now. She was still kicking it under the desk just to make a point, though. Be gone, pesky thing, be GOOONNNEEEEE. Right, spell. Wait, no, graffiti first. Cool, they'd be learning a Graffiti spell that day!? Useful. Scarlett was looking forward to it ALREADY. What did she know about graffiti? Not much more than what it had already been mentioned. And WHERE could it be found? "Street walls. Fences. Even small rocks, OH, and pebbles." Kay, not really, but WELL, she bet it could be done. She'd be up for graffiti-ing on little pebbles, it sounded FUN. SPRAY PAINT was, like, the COOLEST THING EVER and Scarlett was REEEEEALLY hoping the spell they'd learn that day would mimic it. THAT WOULD BE SO GRAND and she would SPRAY PAINT THAT SILLY VINE ALL OVER THE PLACE, you just watch her. |
Another art related lesson. Not that valentina didn't like art - she really didn't know much about it - but she somewhat knew what grafitti was but some of her classmates had already answered before she got the chance to and she didn't want to just repeat what they had said. The blonde couldn't think of anything new that she could add so she chose to remain quiet, waiting for the lesson to move on. Oh, well. |
She had entered the classroom, minded the vine (that was permanently trying to trip her and everyone else), and greeted the Professor. As she got settled in, she kept her gaze on the vine. The vines were not in Noah’s survival guide to Hogwarts that she had knicked from his flat when they had helped him move in for Uni. So now it was her duty to update said book and figure out the cause of the vines! Maybe she’d treat it like an experiment. Lisa was really really really tempted to poke the vine that was in her way but she decided NOT to do THAT cause she didn’t want to upset it. What if it reacted like the WHOMPING WILLOW? Now that wouldn’t be good at all. She’d be crushed and SMASHED! Yeah, she was planning to… y’know… at least get to age sixteen before getting crushed like that. That left enough time for the important things like… more knowledge, world domination, cute bous with the swooshy hair, stolen kisses and cuddles, more time with Pascal…. Her own internal monologue made her pause and tilt her head to the right at a certain comment. Weird. She shuddered and focused herself on the lesson. Graffiti. That’s what they were talking about. She listened to her peers before raising her hand, waving it a little with excitement until she was called on. Graffiti consisted of words and symbols so maybe it was like a language?. “Graffiti is multi-coloured and uses words, symbols, and pictures.i think Graffiti could be a form of communication - like a secret language.” The wheels in the Ravenclaw’s mind began turning and her voice became more excited and LOUDER! “Imagine if you were able to have a secret language thats images or symbols. You could easily leave a message for a friend without having to purchase invisible ink!” Graffiti could be an interesting idea…. Not that she was going to y’know…. But then again, she could say that it was for “educational purposes” :mwaha: |
Ash nodded in acknowledgment of Heath and Claudine. "These vines are pretty annoying. I caught my foot in one and it didn't go well for me OR the plant." She laughed. Graffiti, huh? Ash loved graffiti, mostly because of the face that it was often illegal. "Sometimes people try and graffiti my house. But Father always catches them." She paused for a bit, then continued. "I would kind of like to see what they were going to make." But she didn't. So that was that. "It's sometimes a type of rebellion." Ash was a fan of rebellion. If she thought she could get away with spray painting stuff around the castle, she probably would. |
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So--graffiti. Violet had known about the spray paint herself--she'd actually seen some boys using it in the ratty Muggle neighborhood her father had been living in that year she visited him in New York. But...how did wizards make graffiti? Did they make it? Of course, they must--in fact, she'd read in the paper about some Neo-Alliance graffiti incidents in Diagon Alley a few years ago. That thought sent a chill to her stomach, so she returned her mind to the class.'' "Trains," Violet volunteered. "People spray graffiti and artwork on the cars of trains, and then you can look at it while you're having to wait at a crossing." Violet had actually thought it was rather nice to have something to do while waiting for a train to go by, and remembered that some of the train graffiti she'd seen was pretty good. "Professor," she added, "I know about spray paint and such, but are there spells to create graffiti?" |
These vines were really getting out of control. Somehow, it seemed like the school never did anything about problems like this until it was too late. They were lucky that the vines weren’t something super dangerous like Devil’s Snare… at least he hoped they weren’t dangerous. Maybe it was an invasive species like those kudzu vines that had been known to “eat” entire buildings when left unchecked? He hoped the vines wouldn’t completely engulf the castle with everyone still inside. However, being suffocated to death by vines seemed pretty on brand for a thing to happen at Hogwarts so he wouldn’t keep his hopes up. Maybe he should owl his family back home to tell them how much he loved them in case the worst should happen. Whatever happened, he was going to be here to look out for his sister. What was it that they were talking about again? Oh right, art. He liked art and was very much enjoying the art-themed lessons. Thinking of art, there was one friend in particular who he enjoyed sharing his art with. A certain friend who was currently speaking about graffiti. What was that about people trying to graffiti her house? Maybe those people really hated her father. Of course Ash would be into the idea of graffiti used in acts of rebellion. He expected nothing different from his best friend who was known to be rather rebellious. ”Sometimes graffiti is just people writing random stupid things like ‘Devin was here.’ Sometimes it’s creating works of art as a means of self expression. Like Kinsay and Noah said, it can be used to make a statement. Sometimes that art and the location it was created in is meant to grab attention to raise awareness of a cause, like if people are protesting something that they want to change, or as Ash put it, a means of rebellion.” |
It helped her mood some that the kids seemed excited about the topic at hand and Neva found herself relaxing as she listened to their answers. It was good news too considering class was always more enjoyable when Professor P was in a good mood. SPOILER!!: Individual Replies Quote:
"Let's look at Graffiti in a positive light, shall we? When given the space and the permission to create, graffiti artists can do a world of good. Can you think of some scenarios where an artist might use graffiti to make a positive impact on a neighborhood?" |
Replies poured in and Claudine made her notes as she listened. Some she had known already, having read about the topic some years ago. It fascinated her and the Claudine she had been back then would have found defacing public property with art quite thrilling. The Claudine she was now, however, did not. It just seemed wrong to deface property that wasn’t hers. The thought of defacing the Blaze mansion walls briefly crossed her mind. The word ‘killers’ would work nicely on said walls. Anyway. Claudine’s hand went up almost immediately for the next question. “When there’s an issue that needs urgent attention. An example would be to bring attention to animals being neglected or mistreated which in turn would make the relevant authorities to look into the matter.” |
Ash shrugged. She thought it would be good if the mansion had graffiti on it. Father deserved it, probably. Plus, she thought graffiti was pretty cool. "Graffiti is good for when you want to remember something important, but the law doesn't want to. So if they want to erase whatever is happening in your neighborhood, they'll have to get rid of the graffiti too." Peralta might not see that as a strictly positive thing, considering it was mostly illegal, and neither did Ash to be honest. You could easily spray paint hurtful things wherever you went. But it could be good too... there were worse crimes than spray painting 'have a nice day' or 'treat muggleborns better' on a random piece of sidewalk in Diagon Alley. "Can it still count as a positive impact if it's not allowed?" |
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