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Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on Mar 16, 2007 9:56:04 GMT 10
“Is it now?” Professor Ruberagon said before whipping his wand out at the speed of… welll, near enough as one could get to the speed of light, “Expeliarmus!” he chanted and the spell hit the Ameriad full force in the chest knocking him backwards off his chair and sending his desk crashing into the wall where it shattered into splinters of wood and paper. Professor Ruberagon expected as much, to be honest he didn’t think there was a student in the class who would have been prepared for that, and that disappointed him a little.
“Get up and find your seat again,” Professor Ruberagon said with a little irritation, “This is precisely what I was telling you all, you need to be prepared, now in this case, knowing the spell was not nearly enough, you had to be prepared to use it at the drop of a hat,” he turned his back, presenting a target expecting a possible backlash for what he did to the students, the question was, did the boy have the guts to try it. Either way, Professor Ruberagon was quite prepared.
“In this class you will be tested from time to time without warning,” he said looking across the room at the individual sets of eyes until he had locked eyes momentarily with everyone of his students, “Interesting, I find to see that a few of you are already capable of occlumency, this is good,”
He was more impressed by this as he pushed on, though he also knew that the few who could, and had been utilising occlumency were in the sixth or seventh grade, he knew fifth years would find it difficult, and anyone in a lower grade would simply not be capable altogether. “Who can tell me how much time someone has to raise a shield charm when somebody uses a hex against you?”
He wondered if anyone would know this answer, and so continued to talk while waiting for an answer, “As you see it would definitely be a good thing for us all to be able to maintain shield charms on ourselves indefinitely, unless you have it infused with a piece of clothing – which is possible – this rarely ever is the case, and can become quite tiring after some time,” he said as his eyes scanned for his next victim.
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Post by Andreas Mark on Mar 16, 2007 15:30:11 GMT 10
((Well now, if you weren’t a teacher I might suggest that was a bit of god-moding))
Andreas could only be grateful that his table had taken the brunt of the curse. He picked himself up from the ground shaking his head as if he was trying to make the world clearer. Which he was. The spell had made him hit his head on the ground hard and now his vision was blurred. He wondered briefly how this might look to the school governors. Knowing that one of the Koalingo Academy teachers had caused him serious injury consequent to the loss of his sight.
Shaking his head a little more, Andreas found that he could see again, though he told himself that he would need to go to the hospital wing after class; just to see if there was any lasting affects. He tried, with difficulty to breath as he pushed his chair into an upright position and sat on it while the Professor was talking about how Andreas should have been ready to repel the attack. Andreas thought his ability to repel it was inconsequential. The Professor had done something he did not believe a teacher should; that was why he did not expect it.
After he got his breath back he pulled his wand out of his pocket looking at the Professor who had just turned his back on the class. Was he stupid? Did he really think that Andreas would harbour so much anger over being attacked; which was what it was after all; an attack? Andreas was not about to be stupid enough to attack a teacher, he knew it could never end well.
Andreas was determined not to let the Professor talk him out of answering questions in class though, and so he answered the professor’s second question, “Almost no time at all, sir” he knew this because he had taken a duelling class in his third year.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Mar 19, 2007 22:40:55 GMT 10
The glee in Barnak's eyes as he followed the Ameraid's painful progress back onto two legs was visible to anyone caring to glance his way. The only slight disappointment was the realisation that he now couldn't tamper with the boy's belongings during the lesson.
He sat up straighter at his desk, proud to be a Ruberagon and excited at the prospect of an active, practical lesson. He didn't mind being attacked at random intervals. It was just like being at home, only here - he hoped - he would get the chance to deal it out to others as well, in class or otherwise. Practise makes perfect, after all.
Trouble was, he didn't yet know much about shield charms. He remembered reading somewhere about the average human response time when not hampered by alcohol or severe stupidity or somesuch issue. But he didn't have a clue how long it would take to build a barrier against a more powerful wizard.
He looked back at the Ameraid and wondered if he would elaborate upon the vague answer he had just given, the boy's pain refreshing him in every way.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Mar 20, 2007 7:12:03 GMT 10
Elouise watched what happened and was so very close to objection that it scared her. She knew when to keep her mouth shut though and remained as silent as the teacher would prefer her to be. All the same, she did not know how she felt knowing the professor might attack any one of the, (including her) at any given time. She did know all about shield charms, though she didn’t think she would need to be defending herself while listening to the Professor talk.
She suddenly became vastly aware of how inaccessible her wand was at this current moment. She had placed it in her school bag as she had no pocket in her school pants and her cloak was hung on the chair behind her so it would have made even less sense to put it in there either. She quickly, but silently moved her hand into her bag and brought her wand out; where she then laid it on her desk and kept it close by her hand at all time. She hoped she would not be the next to be tested; all the while she was quite prepared for it if it did indeed happen.
She listened on as the Professor continued speaking. She could make sense of what he meant behind testing them and decided it was a fair call that he wanted to increase their ability to have good reflexes, not only make sure they knew the right words. She didn’t know whether she felt it all that necessary though… they were students, were they not? Were they supposed to be getting ready for war or something?
“Professor?” she asked with a wavering hand, she wasn’t sure if she dared, all the same, she wanted to understand the Professor’s motivation, she had friends in the years higher then her and they never commented on being attacked in their DADA lessons, “Professor, are we supposed to be… I mean to say… do you expect us to be attacked when not in this class?”
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Mar 23, 2007 15:01:57 GMT 10
Lucius couldn’t say he disagreed with Professor Ruberagon’s approach to this know it all Ameraid. Lucius did not like people like this kid who thought he looked good by answering questions, and why he knew it was necessary for the class to continue, he would not be answering questions when it was so obvious such things would occur if he was fool enough to volunteer for it.
Now, however, he understood that the Professor was quite capable of attacking anyone in the class to see how quick they were to react. He would be prepared if this was aimed at him, though at the same time, he thought he was a very unlikely target. He didn’t answer the new question though, mostly because he thought the Ameraid had provided yet another correct answer.
He always sat straight enough in his chair and was paying all the attention appropriate as the teacher spoke. He for one hoped the Ameraid would get attacked again; would he fall for it twice?
Lucius smiled slightly when he heard the Emerindyl ask that stupid question. Surely she would now be the next target. Of course the Professor was expecting them to be attacked in the classroom, had he not just said that.
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Post by Belle Carter on Apr 26, 2007 8:24:59 GMT 10
Belle sat quietly unable to believe what her eyes had just displayed to her. The professor had attacked a student, and then he had commented that he was quite capable of doing it to the rest of them, and if the ameraid had no chance of combatting him then what did she have? Belle said nothing and made no move to suddenly make herself likened to a target, she didnt want to be attacked, not now not ever, she didnt plan on ever putting herself in such a position.
She listened to the Professor ask another question and thought perhaps the Ameraid was a very silly boy. Why should he answer something else when the Professor seemed to prefer two-part answers, being theoretical and practical. She stayed completely immobile as she watched the Ameraid expecting something to happen again.
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Post by Allora Thunder on Apr 26, 2007 23:28:14 GMT 10
Allora was shocked by the professor's attack, though she came to realise as the Professor went on; just why he had done it. It seemed a harsh style of teaching, though it seemed fair enough also in the way that it motivated people to be on task. She thought about this one for a little.
Allora had long since decided that she never wished to leave Koalingo, and that the best option for her was to go into teaching. She had already discussed her options with her head of house and had decided that in the year immediate to her graduation she would do some travelling to get an eye opened stance on the world, but after that year she would return as a teacher's aid and work on becoming a Professor.
She still didnt know which subject she might like to teach, though did decide that she wanted to check out and analyse the teaching styles of all of her teachers to see exactly which style she thought worked the best. She watched in silence as Andreas answered another question and wondered if the Professor might again use this as an opportunity to check his skill.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Mar 25, 2011 7:58:56 GMT 10
Barnak tried not to smirk at either the blatant stupidity of the Emerindyl's question or at the delightful wavering of her hand as she asked it.
Honestly... if she didn't expect to be attacked - in or outside of her classes - he would be glad to educate her personally. His hand was still on his wand... but he thought the better of trying anything obvious under the eyes of Ruberagon.
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Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on May 18, 2011 12:42:59 GMT 10
((Call it what you will, this is my class and my format. If your character had no realistic way of changing the result of the attack – and he didn’t – than it is not worth anyone’s time to waste one allowing you to respond to the attack before moving the class forward. Everyone in this class would share the same courtesy, and to be honest, no one below the sixth year would have had a chance, and even then it’d be slight.))
“Indeed” was all the Professor said once Andreas had answered the question. He smiled not because he received any joy from a surprise attack on the student, but because the young man had proceeded to demonstrate his desire to be an active member of the class rather than falling silent with the possibility of a second attack. It would make no sense to do this though, if his students knew they’d be attacked whenever they offered input they’d be prepared and he was not about to give away any patterns just yet. After all they had a whole year ahead of them.
‘Correct” the Professor responded without a hint of concern that the student might react poorly. This was defence against the dark arts of course, and why should the students have all the fun. Without a word he swiped his wand in a semi circular motion and the Ameraid boys desk mended itself and slid back into place with his belongings on them. “Being attacked can be sudden and without warning, this happens in society like it or not” his eyes lingered on the Emerindyl girl who seemingly knew little about the real world.
“You might wish to withdraw from this class if random attacks against you are something you are uncomfortable with,” He said to them as he paced back and forth along the front of the desks at the head of the classroom. His black and red cloak hung almost to the ground, but was much closer fitting than the elaborately sweeping robes of his father. Much more practical. “Likewise then, you should prepare to withdraw from the world, as attacks come in more forms than magic. Indeed your end of financial year tax withholding statement alone is enough to make you want to react, believe me,”
‘The first unit we will be studying this year is defence against your fellow wizards,” he said as his eyes moved around the room to check for the minute physical responses to this announcement. Students were rarely good at hiding enthusiasm and duelling was something most were enthused about instantly. “Before any of us get out our wands, however, I would ask that we each taken our defensive caps off for the moment and think about the attacker,”
He knew this would be difficult for some of them to comprehend, but hoped a mind existed among the masses somewhere, “As an attacker, why would you feel vulnerable at the point of attack?”
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