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Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on Feb 10, 2007 12:08:24 GMT 10
Professor Ruberagon walked back and forth at the front of his classroom thinking over what would occur in todays lesson. He was a little concerned the younger of the class might be outmatched in this subject, but thought it would be better for them to learn young the dangers of growing up in such times. He had prepared nothing in the way of visuals and the blackboard looked as if it was never used, though he was quite prepared for the lesson.
He had it on good authority that quite a few Ruberagon students would be participating in this lesson, a lot of them had caught wind, somehow, of what he was going to teach them today and therefore had decided this was a lesson worth attending.
He stood quite still when the bell sounded for the beginning of the class. Knowing soon the students would arrive, and class would begin.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 12, 2007 20:42:07 GMT 10
Barnak started at the sound of the bell, and peeled himself away from the wall by the window to stretch his limbs. Several storeys below, the group of Emerindyl students he had been spying on paused in their chatter and, he imagined, began to make their way inside. He hadn't at any point actually put his head out of the window to look, but by now he was satisfied that if he heard them speak again he would know them.
He looked up toward the classroom at the other end of the corridor where his next lesson was, straightened himself, and walked the distance to its doorway. He reached a hand down halfway to his waist and a runt of an elf appeared beside him, one hand passing up his schoolbag and the other fondling a long tear in its ear. It paused there a moment, peering at him, but he didn't acknowledge it at all and it disappeared with a gentle 'pop' as he stepped through the doorway and, with a polite nod to the Professor, found a seat on the far side of the room.
Seeing that there was nothing written on the board, Barnak pulled out one of his books and began to flip through, hoping that it would be enough to dissuade any lesser being which came through the door from speaking to him.
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Post by Andreas Mark on Feb 13, 2007 18:30:19 GMT 10
Andreas entered the classroom with a look of confusion on his face. He didn’t understand why he had a Defence Class this period. He had in fact looked at his class schedule several times that day and this period he was meant to have Divination. Though when he had arrived at the classroom there was a note on the door, addressed to him by the Divination Professor. It seemed she knew he was going to show up and thought to let him know that he could wait all lesson if he wanted to, but she would never arrive. The letter then proceeded to tell him that he should also tie his shoe lace. Which he did.
He turned and walked from the doorway to a seat at the very front of the classroom. He had learned long ago that it was best to be at the front of the class in order to maximise the learning capacity output of the class. He also knew this way he would not have to disapprove of those whom would pass letters to one another in class. Something he loathed and had, on more then one occasion, dobbed his fellow classmates in for.
He took a seat and pulled out several of his subject books for this lesson. He didn’t know which one they would use, and so thought having all of them would be the best way to prepare for the days lesson.
“Good morning Professor,” he chimed, not expecting an answer when he was ready.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 14, 2007 20:53:13 GMT 10
Barnak glanced up as the boy turned his back to him and took a seat. He watched the boy pull out all his books and arrange them in front of himself, and then cringed as he greeted the professor in a sickening, chirpy voice. Barnak put one hand to his temple. He hated suck-ups.
A sudden thought came to him and eyebrows lifted. Barnak reached down into his pocket and curled his fingers around his wand, an innocent enough gesture. He aimed it under the table at the boys books and barely breathed a few choice words. He didn't look up to see the result. If he had aimed correctly, the pile of books would be nudged just very slightly off centre.
Barnak returned both hands to his own book and turned the page, apparently absorbing himself in some article or other he found there, and wondering whether or not, if he did this often enough in his classes, he could give the boy a complex.
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Post by Shane Moonraker on Feb 15, 2007 6:43:49 GMT 10
Shane entered this classroom as quiet as he could. He was not a fan of quiet classrooms though he knew long ago that this particular professor did not suffer annoyances. He moved across to the group of table he and his mates normally occupied. There were five of his house in this class, the other five had a conflicting subject and so took Defence Against Dark Arts at another time. He didn’t understand how that worked, rostering confused him.
He didn’t say anything when they all sat down, it was like taking an exam, his friends and he had finished their discussions beyond the door and now sat with their bags sitting on their desk, their books still away, waiting in silence for instructions.
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Post by Alexandra Helcy on Feb 15, 2007 17:24:24 GMT 10
Alexandra entered the class, her hair not in the usual ponytail. She had woken up this morning five minutes late and had to hurry to meet her schedule.
"Good morning, professor," she said, giving him a small smile as she took her seat. Thank goodness she wasn't late. She couldn't bear it if she lost points for her house.
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Post by Lakasha Shocanis on Feb 15, 2007 18:01:43 GMT 10
Lakasha entered the classroom with a respectful silence as she crossed the room towards the seat she usually occupied. Seeing a young Saphricorn in it, she turfe him out and took the seat watching the Saphricorn saunter away displeased. She didn’t care, it was her seat, and he needed to know it.
She said nothing to the Professor but noticed the same young Ruberagon from Herbology, giving him an acknowledging look she turned to face the front again waiting silently.
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Post by Belle Carter on Feb 17, 2007 16:27:56 GMT 10
Belle entered the classroom thinking about the abysmal bludger practice she had just had on the Quidditch pitch, much to her dismay the real bludger she had insisted on utilising, with trials so close, had actually turned rather nasty. She had lost control of her broom, and now new the school maintenance team of house elves were working very hard on fixing a row of seats she had somehow managed to set on fire while attempting to get the bludger to stop chasing her.
She was a little huffy when she entered the classroom and didn’t really stop to notice who else was in the class. She made her way to her chair with a hint of grumpyness about her. Not opening her bag; waiting for instructions.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 17, 2007 21:38:57 GMT 10
Barnak's eye twitched when the Saphricorns entered the classroom. Then he noticed how atypically silent they had all become, and when he glanced up to look he saw an Emerindyl taking her seat looking rather sour as well. A smile crossed his face.
He nodded in acknowledgement of an older Ruberagon he recognised, gave the Ameraid boy's books another slight nudge and, with a sigh, went back to flipping through his book.
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Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on Feb 17, 2007 21:57:09 GMT 10
“You wont be requiring your books today, Mr. Mark,” Professor Ruberagon said as he rounded on the class slipping away from the blackboard. Across the top of the blackboard letters were appearing in a scrupulously neat scrawl as the Professor spoke, imitating each of his words without the final mention of a students name. He looked around the class to see who had decided to show up today, “A full class,” he was pleased, “Good,”
He walked up and down the rows between the student’s table flicking his wands at bags to make them slide completely out of the way all the while checking that everyone had indeed put their books away, or had not gotten them out in the first place.
“In my class you will be expected to know and understand a great deal of things, a lot of which is not in your text books, so from the outset I would like you all to understand that while you are in my class, you should not rely on the books you have at hand,” he said as he finished walking down the rows and stopped again at the head of the class, “Why do I make this request of you, you may ask, well, let me ask you, if you were a dark witch or wizard and you had decided to attack me in a dark country lane in the middle of the night, besides being very foolish to attempt it, do you think you, as a dark witch or wizard, would be happy to wait while I conjured the correct text book which would teach me the precise counter action to your attack,”
It was not a question, and if any of the students had begun to answer him he might very well have thrown then out of the lesson. “In that case I expect you all to be ever vigilant, which means you will be responsible for learning at your own pace things that I have not shown you in class,” he rolled his eyes as he added, “The ministry of magic strongly suggests no student should attempt magic out of the supervision of a classroom or qualified instructor, but I will tell you first that if we are studying something and you don’t already have, at best, a vague idea of what I will be throwing at you before we study it, then you might consider another elective,” it was upfront, but the message was clearer that way.
“So today, lets start with the basics, who can give me the incantation of a shield charm?” he said looking around his class with interest wondering who might be so eager to assist him this morning.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 17, 2007 22:57:46 GMT 10
Barnak may have appeared slow at times, but he was no fool. He knew that answering a question in a practical class - especially the first question asked - was equivalent to volunteering. And in Defence Against the Dark Arts, immediately volunteering seemed like a pretty foolish thing to do. Given that, he glanced toward the group of Saphricorns and waited for one of them to answer the Professor.
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Post by Andreas Mark on Feb 18, 2007 8:15:13 GMT 10
“Its Protego sir!” Andreas said the moment the tips of his fingers felt that familiar air just above his head, he had raised his hand so quickly that he had nearly jarred his arm, eager to answer the Professor’s question. He knew a lot of the basics, and had read all of the course books again and again and was therefore quite familiar with the shield charm.
“It creates a shield that cloaks the person or object it is applied to, it works only for small charms though, sir, and can be broken if a powerful; curse is cast at it,” Andreas said with his hand still in the air, only when he was finished and happy with the answer he gave, did he lower his arm and sit back in his chair.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Feb 19, 2007 21:34:36 GMT 10
Rolling his eyes, Barnak turned to the overly precious Ameraid seated a few desks in front of him. He glanced between the boy and the professor, a hunger in his eyes for what sort of thing he hoped would happen next.
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Post by Romulus Silvia on Feb 25, 2007 20:13:09 GMT 10
“You have got to be kidding me, just when you think an Ameraid is as smart as they all say he is, Romulus thought to himself as he eagerly awaited what would most likely happen next. The Professor seemed quite up front and Romulus could only imagine what answering a question in this class might amount to.
’Attack him,’ Romulus thought as if willing the Professor to do his bidding for him, ’Attack him and we’ll all see if his reflexes are as sharp as that brain he believes he has concealed until a question is asked,’ Romulus was quite silent beyond his thoughts on this Ameraid, he knew an Ameraid could be useful, not nearly as pathetic as a Saphricorn.
He sat quite stiffly in his chair, the anticipation was killing him, something was going to happen, he could feel it, he could smell it, it was like an air born drug enchanting his senses, ’A nice furnunculus hex would do it,’ he smiled.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Feb 27, 2007 15:13:35 GMT 10
Elouise smiled when the Ameraid answered the question, the answer was common knowledge and would have been so for anyone over the second year. All the same she sensed that for some reason or another no one was motivated into answering the question and wondered exactly what repercussions they were expecting for someone answering a question correctly, almost as if they expected to be punished.
She looked towards the Ameraid with innocent welcoming for someone who was not afraid to be right. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with his answer, quite frankly she knew she could not have said it better herself.
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